Page 5 of Loving Leo (Behind the Camera #4)

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Leo

I’m amped up on my way to work tonight. Did Heath watch me last night? I left him with quite the show, if I say so myself. God, it was amazing. I couldn’t help but fantasize about the buttoned up, grumpy CEO as I fucked myself with the massive dildo.

Did he know I was thinking of him when I did that?

It probably never even crossed his mind. He’s bothered by me, probably doesn’t even like me and yet I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s becoming a real problem. My dick doesn’t even want in on the action unless I’m thinking about him.

I can’t live like this and yet I have no plans to stop either.

I never was good at resisting what I wanted, even if it is bad for me. And I’m pretty damn sure this is bad for me.

It makes for a very addicting personality, not that I’m addicted to Heath. Just the idea of him, of taunting him.

I scan my card, greet the security guard in the lobby and grab my cart, pushing it through the barren hallways of the building, my anticipation of entering his office growing. My views on my videos have been increasing in number and I’m loving the money that I’ll eventually have deposited into my account, but it’s still not enough for me to quit this job. Not for a while. But that’s okay. It’s not like it’s really a hardship and fantasizing about Heath is kind of an added little bonus.

I wasn’t raised to be lazy. I don’t mind a little hustle.

I know that some people think I’m kind of a loser for working this job and camming, but both are hard work. They aren’t for the faint of heart. Whoever thinks that is a judgemental asshole and probably never had to work for anything in their entire lives.

Not everyone can afford college, or is even good at traditional education. Hell, not everyone even wants to go to college. I read an article the other day—yes, I read—that trades are actually a great way to go. Not everyone is made to sit in a classroom every day just to get a degree they may never use, or hell, end up making less than I do cleaning offices.

Which is why I chose nursing. I considered a trade for a while, but I happen to be doing pretty well in my classes and look forward to making it a career one day.

Either way, I am a hard worker. It’s why I have two jobs. It’s why I work here.

Heath is just a nice little distraction from it all.

As I think of him, I pat my pants, feeling the bag of candy in there. Sweet Tarts, a perfect treat for him. I bet he’s sweet under all that tart.

As I make my way down the floor that houses his office, I do my job quickly, emptying trash, wiping down surfaces and vacuuming. I don’t notice anyone around, the lights all turned off. Not that I’ve ever really seen anyone here this late.

As I make my way to Heath’s office, I see a dim light coming from a window overlooking the hallway. My heart stutters and I feel my hands grip the cart tighter.

What if he’s here? Waiting for me?

The Sweet Tarts sit heavily in my pocket as I push the cart forward, skipping a few offices in my haste to get to him. I can always go back and do those on my way out.

It’s fine. Booger office can wait.

I stop the cart right by his office door and then step toward it, opening it slowly, holding my breath as I take him in.

He’s sitting in his office chair, his tie loosened, his hair slightly mussed.

His dark eyes snap up to meet mine and I swallow loudly.

“You’re working far too late, mister,” I say, my voice slightly husky.

“I’m guarding my office,” he retorts, leaning back slightly and looking far too edible at the moment.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that. You know I’m always respectful of your space.”

His eyes narrow slightly and his fingers tap an uneven rhythm on the arm of the chair.

“Is that what you think respect is? Jacking off all over my desk? Sticking a dildo up your ass on my leather chair? If anything, that’s not respect, that’s a biohazard.”

I let out a small snort, unable to keep myself from laughing.

“Biohazard. You’re funny.”

“And tiny little orange briefs? Really? How do you even work in those. They’re utterly ridiculous.”

“Oh, so you did watch my little show?” I can’t help the excited tingle that goes through me, and my eyes light up with excitement.

He narrows his gaze at me and his fingers grip the chair tighter.

I decide not to push him on this. Yet. “Oh, before I forget, I brought you something,” I say as I tuck my hand into my pocket. His eyes swivel to the movement and he wets his lips. For some reason seeing his tongue peek out makes my cock stiffen.

Damn guy.

I pull the candy from my pocket, coming to a stop in front of him. His eyes meet mine, the roll of Sweet Tarts dangling between us.

“I don’t eat candy,” he says, unmoving .

“But these are so good,” I say, my voice low, heart fluttering in my chest.

“They’re bad for my blood sugar.”

“I’m sure they are. But they’re so delicious. Try one and see.”

His tongue peeks out again and I feel my ass clench. Fuck, he’s so hot. It’s detrimental to my health.

My fingers rip the packaging slightly and I hold one out to him, a pink little sphere on my fingertips.

“Open up and see,” I say, almost whispering now.

His mouth parts and I slide it between those lips, plush and full. I feel the softness of them as his tongue slips out and accidentally slides across my skin. Just an inch, but its enough to have me holding my breath.

“What do you think?” I ask as his cheeks hollow out.

“I hate it,” he replies, even though he continues rolling it around his mouth, his cheeks a pretty pink, his breathing growing more labored.

“I bet you do.”

The air around us seems to crackle, heavy with tension. And then his teeth crack down on the candy and I jump slightly.

“You’re not getting off in my office tonight. You’ll have to do it somewhere else.”

I shrug, trying to play it off like I don’t mind.

“Yeah, no problem,” I say as his hands peel off the arms of the chair with an audible shliiick.

“Good, I’m glad we understand one another,” he says, his eyes moving down to the candy in my hand.

I set it on the desk and can’t help but reach out and ruffle his hair, making him frown.

“I can totally respect that,” I say and then move back to my cart. “Just pretend I’m not here. You’ll barely even notice me.”

His eyes move back to his computer, his hands on the keyboard, but they’re unmoving. He doesn’t fucking move an inch as I wipe down the windows and the shelves. I move to the bathroom and do a quick job of cleaning it before I get out the vacuum. When it’s time to clean under his desk, he rolls back slightly, his legs spread, his eyes following me like a hawk as I maneuver the machine under his desk.

When I’m done, I shut the vacuum off, the silence almost deafening now.

“Why are you watching me like that? Do you think I’m going to pull out my dick right here and hoover it?”

“With you, who fucking knows.”

I snort a laugh and then walk over to him, bending down to grab the trash.

“I mean, I’ve never done it with a vacuum before, so that could totally be an option. People might really like that.”

I ponder it a moment before walking out and throwing the bag of trash away. When I enter his office once more, I catch him putting that candy in his bag. I can’t help but smirk at him. He tried to sneak it, but I fucking saw it. He likes the candy more than he’ll ever admit.

“Well, it was nice seeing you, Mr. Heath.”

His eyes snap up to mine and he clears his throat.

“I can’t say the same.”

I grin at him and then run a hand through my hair, watching as his gaze lands on my arms. I mean, I do have nice biceps. I work really hard for them.

“Make sure you go home and get some sleep,” I tell him softly and his eyes slam into mine.

“Don’t worry about my sleeping habits.”

“I can’t help it,” I admit before turning around and making my way to the offices I skipped. When I’m inside them, I plan my next scene. I have all the things I need with me, but doing this in a different office, without him watching, doesn’t appeal to me.

Maybe I should try something new? The bathroom inside his office perhaps? The parking garage near his car? People seem to love risky situations like that.

I could definitely manage it.

People may want new content anyway.

The bathroom it is.

I make my way back to him, seeing his gaze on his phone. My knuckles rap on the door and his head shoots up.

“Hey, could I use your bathroom before I head out?”

His eyes narrow, suspicion lingering there.

“There’s one down the hallway.”

“It’s locked.”

He pauses, assessing me. “Fine.”

He gestures toward the bathroom that is exclusively his and I bite back a grin as I lope toward it.

I don’t even shut the door all the way, just leave it open a crack and pull out my phone, setting it on the counter and whispering into the camera. I have to be quick, stealthy.

“You better not be getting off in there,” he says as I pull my zipper down and lean against the wall, getting the best angle I can in a short amount of time.

“I have to be quick,” I say, so damn happy that Heath said that so grumpily seconds earlier, that I caught it on camera. People are gonna love this. “The boss is just outside.”

I grab onto my cock and stroke it, the half hard length growing in my hand as I squeeze it. Knowing he’s just outside, listening to all of it, is making me harder than I should be. I can feel the flush on my skin, blooming up my neck and down my chest. I know my fans will be able to see it, the effect he has on me. It’s tantalizing, invigorating.

This is almost better than sitting ass naked on his leather chair and shoving a dildo up my ass.

My head hits the wall behind me, making an audible thunk and I wince when I realize that he’ll be wondering what that was.

“Are you okay in there?” he asks, the sound of him standing from the chair making my breath hitch.

“Oh shit. He’s coming,” I hiss as I quicken my pace. Not that my dick gets on board. It wants to draw this out. It wants me to get caught.

“I’m fine,” I shout and yet Heath doesn’t stop coming. I can hear his soft footsteps on the carpet as he approaches the slightly cracked door.

“I mean it. You better not be getting off in my bathroom,” he growls and I gasp, arching my hips up to shuttle my cock between my enclosed fist.

“I would never do that,” I reply and then groan when he pushes the door open. It creaks lowly and our eyes meet in the mirror. He’s off camera, but I know everyone will know what’s happening.

That the boss just entered the bathroom and is watching me.

“You’re such a fucking liar,” he says lowly, his eyes moving from mine to my hand which is currently moving up and down my cock slowly.

It wants to drag this out, wants to enjoy it.

I on the other hand can feel the urgency of this. I need to get this scene over and done with.

“I need this,” I say, implying that I need the money from this shoot, but my dick is also chanting that it needs to come.

To please let us finish.

“Fuck, you have no respect, do you?”

“Getting off in here is the highest of honors…”

“Just—hurry up,” he says and then takes a step back, his hand on the doorknob as if he’s getting ready to run.

“You don’t have to leave,” I say, my hand stilling on my length. “I think I’d like it if you’d stay.”

He doesn’t know what to do with that. He pauses for far too long, seconds seem to draw into minutes, to hours. And then suddenly he replies.

“Get on with it then. The sooner you’re done, the sooner I can go home.”

I nod and get back to work, my dry hand moving up and down my dick. But it wants more. It’s getting picky. Damn thing.

“Can you get me my lube from my bag?”

His eyes narrow. “Are you kidding me right now?”

“No…I just…I was in a hurry and now my dick is protesting. ”

His lips twitch slightly and then he disappears, leaving me to slump against the wall and face the camera once more.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” I whisper and then jump when Heath makes a sudden appearance.

“I can’t either. Here,” he says and our fingers brush as he hands me the bottle.

I fumble with it, trying to uncap it with one hand, usually much more suave than this, but having him here watching me is making me nervous.

“Here,” he says, stepping toward me and wrenching the bottle from my useless fingers.

He uncaps it and then dribbles some on my dick, making me gasp.

“Alright, get to it,” he says. “It’s late and I have shit to do.”

I nod, not able to wrench my eyes away from him. He’s standing against the door, his arms folded across his chest, his mouth pulled into a thin line. He’s mad at me, upset I’m doing this in his office bathroom, that I managed to sneak around all his uptight rules and he’s found himself entwined in it.

In me.

“Can you unbutton your shirt a little?” I ask and he growls at me.

“You’re pushing your luck.”

I nod and smile, trying not to laugh nervously.

“Maybe roll up your sleeves and show me your forearms?”

His jaw clicks as he clenches his teeth.

I’m not winning this at all. He’s giving me nothing, not even a fucking inch.

I hear his phone buzz in the other room and his gaze moves from mine to his desk. My hand is working frantically, up and down my shaft, but nothing’s happening. I’m not even close yet.

He steps away, checking his phone and then returns a minute later, his face full of frustration.

“You okay?” I ask and he doesn’t say a word, just glances at my lack of progress and then steps toward me .

I let out a whimper when his hand reaches out and grabs onto my dick, squeezing it a little too hard for my liking, but I’m not deterred in the slightest.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting you off so I can go home.”

I make a little squeak and then a loud moan when he gets to work, his hand pumping up and down my hard cock as I’m left to just watch, my eyes bouncing between his face and his fingers, each wrapped so tightly around my length.

I don’t know what’s happening, can’t quite comprehend this. All I know is he’s managed to keep his face out of the frame and will go unrecognized, while my fans will eat this up.

Not that I much care about that.

I just love feeling him touching me.

“I know you can get off faster than this,” he grumbles and then changes his position, his thumb rolling up and down the vein on the underside of my dick. My eyes roll back in my head and a few seconds later, I erupt, cum splashing against his wrist and dribbling onto the floor.

He continues to stroke me through each trembling wave and when I finally pop my eyes open, he’s pulling his fingers from me, one at a time. Slowly. His eyes not leaving my face.

“Clean up and get out,” he says lowly, but I hear the rasp in his voice. I can’t help but let my gaze wander down to his crotch and see the outline of his bulge pressed against the fabric.

“Want me to get you off too?”

“And be a monetary gain for you and your fans? No. I’d rather not.”

He walks to the sink and washes his hands before striding out of the bathroom, not even looking back.

I do the same, quickly wiping everything up and putting myself back in my pants. I end the video and shove my phone in my pocket, walking out into his office, feeling a little sheepish.

That was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have done that. I always do things like this and end up in trouble.

I open my mouth to apologize, but he stops me with a wave of his hand.

“Don’t apologize. We’ll pretend that never happened. Can you do that?”

I shake my head and then nod, unsure of what that means. He wants me to pretend he didn’t touch my dick? I don’t know if that’s possible.

“I’m not interested in men. I’m really not. And I’m definitely not interested in you. I’m just overly tired and want to go home,” he says, looking far too serious.

“Yeah, of course. I never thought that meant anything.”

“Good. Now, get your things and let’s go.”

I nod and grab my cart and bag, following him out of his office and watching as he locks it up.

We stand there for a moment, the two of us facing off in some unknown battle.

“See you tomorrow?” I ask and he lowers his chin just an inch, sighing loudly.

“Tomorrow.”

I can’t help the grin that splits my face as he walks away.

God, this is so much fucking fun.

“Oh my god, that scene in the bathroom was so hot,” Carter says through the phone as I lounge on the lumpy couch next to Asher. My heart triples its pace at the compliment and I nearly drop the phone as he says it.

“Yeah, it was impromptu. I didn’t expect him to step in.” The last thing I expected was Heath touching my dick, and I don’t think I’ll ever get that memory out of my head, no matter how much he wants me to pretend it didn’t happen. Because it did and it was hot as hell. I’m still replaying it in my mind.

“Well, it’s gotten a lot of views. People really like the candid, real moments you’re giving them.” I preen at the compliment. Coming from Carter, it means a lot. He knows his shit. He hasn’t made the kind of money he has by being dumb.

“Yeah, the comments have been pretty good.” Honestly, they’re more than good. The fans are losing their shit for the mystery man with the deep voice that drives me crazy. They keep begging for more information on him, but I’m not giving it up.

No way in hell does Heath want his name out there. And that I can respect.

“I was thinking maybe we could add a video to our site. Start with one and see how it goes. You’ll of course be compensated, but it will also have the link to your website. Could be beneficial.”

I try like hell to keep myself calm. I really do. Carter is downplaying it, that’s for sure. One video on his website, just one, could be a life changer for me. And I also know that if it does well he might ask for another. My head nearly explodes with the possibilities, with the way this could change my life. “Yeah, I’d totally like that. Like one hundred percent. I’m down. Sign me up.” Okay, so I didn’t do a good job at keeping my cool at all.

Asher snorts next to me and I roll my eyes at him. Sue me for being excited. This is life changing! This could be the big break I’ve been waiting for.

Carter is, of course, cool and collected. “Alright, well, let me get a contract drawn up and we can see how it goes…”

“Yeah, totally. No rush. No worries.” So many worries. What if it doesn’t do well on his site? What if this is the end for me?

Asher nudges me with his foot, realizing that I’m starting to spiral. I inhale and then let it all out. No, it won’t be the end. The video is hot. I don’t know where this bout of self-consciousness is coming from but that’s not who I am. It will do well .

Carter lets out a small chuckle. “Breathe, man. It’s all gonna be fine.”

It totally is, now that he’s letting me in. His site is so exclusive, getting my foot in the door here is going to bring in so much traction, so much money.

This could really change everything.

I need to thank Heath.

He should know about this.

My cock twitches in my pants at the thought and then Asher nudges me again.

“Put that thing away,” he whispers and I roll my eyes, thanking Carter again and then hanging up.

“Sorry about that.”

“I don’t want to see your dick. I’ve seen plenty of it.”

“It’s in my pants.”

Asher eyes it and then makes a face. “I don’t even want to see the outline.”

Just as he says that there’s a loud thump on the other side of the wall and we both freeze.

“It’s the neighbor,” Asher whispers loudly. “He’s pounding something next door.”

“You wish it were you he was pounding.”

He rolls his eyes, but his cheeks flush. “I bet he’s mutilating something…a corpse.”

“I doubt it,” I say as the thumping grows louder. “Why don’t we go take a tour of his place?”

His mouth opens and closes like a guppy. “I…I don’t know.”

I shove at him and his book falls to the ground. “You just like the mystery.”

“I do not. I’m horrified. I am genuinely afraid for my life.”

I eye him and he cracks a small smile at me.

“You are a terrible liar.”

“I am, but seriously,” he says when the sound of a saw starts up. “It’s suspicious as fuck. ”

“It is. Should we go knock and see what he’s doing?”

Asher’s face reddens as I jump up from the couch. His hands scramble for me and he grabs onto my legs before I can reach the door. I tumble forward and the wall which was already precariously falling inward seems to crack under the pressure of my body weight.

“Ash!” I wheeze, but he’s leaning against me now, his body pressed up against my back, trying to keep me from moving. Not that I can.

I can hear the inevitable crack, the way the wall continues to cave and before I know it, we’re falling forward.

Our bodies land with a loud crash, white dust from the walls puffing up around us like cocaine. The sawing stops and everything is ridiculously silent. All I can hear is Asher’s frantic puffs of breath as he lies on top of me.

“What are you doing?” a deep sexy voice asks and Asher scrambles off of me, slipping slightly on the dusty boards.

“Um…well…”

I push myself up and let out a long breath, white dust billowing out as I do so.

“Sorry. We just fell through the wall. This place is a shithole.”

“It is,” Asher agrees, nodding wildly.

Our neighbor just stands there, a saw in his hand, his shirt off, no shoes in sight.

He really is a serial killer. With a really nice body and a six pack, but I digress.

“Um,” Asher squeaks and then waves his hands around as I stand up, brushing the dust off my pants. “Um. So sorry. We didn’t mean to. Please don’t kill us.”

Our neighbor glances down at his saw and then back at Asher, his eyes narrowing.

“You think I’d kill you. With this?” He holds up the saw and Asher’s eyes widen, his hands flapping far more wildly than they should be. He looks like a bird trying to take flight.

“No, I mean, don’t mind him. He’s just…he has a wild imagination! He doesn’t really think that.” I elbow him and he squeaks loudly.

“I do. I totally think that. He has a saw, Leo. A saw!”

The saw is set down and the neighbor looks at Asher, his fingers clenched into a fist.

“I’m not killing anyone with a saw. Far too messy.”

Asher’s words fail him, his mouth opening and closing.

“I’d use some kind of chemical and dissolve you in my bathtub.”

The silence is palpable. Neither one of us can believe what we’re hearing. But the neighbor seems to enjoy it, a twinkle lighting those dark eyes up.

“I’m Jack,” he finally says.

“Like Jack the Ripper,” Asher whispers and Jack’s lips twitch.

“No. I wouldn’t have left such a mess at the crime scene,” he says and then holds out his hand. “What’s your name?”

His gaze is directed at Asher who looks like he’s about to keel over backwards.

“I should know this, since we’re roommates now,” Jack amends.

A snort escapes me and Asher shoves at my arm.

“We are not roommates. I need my sleep! I can’t sleep with one eye open! It’s not possible for me.”

Jack’s extended hand falls and I suddenly feel sorry for him.

“I’m not murdering anyone,” he says and then gestures behind him. My eyes focus on the wood structure behind him.

“What is that?” I ask and he shrugs.

“Bookshelves.”

“Is that what you’ve been making?” I ask when Asher just stares. And stares.

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

It’s silent once more and then I sigh, holding out my hand. “I’m Leo. This is Asher. Want to have dinner with us?”

Asher tries to protest, but I just shake my head.

“It won’t be much, but how about some spicy mac and cheese. ”

“Yeah, alright. I haven’t eaten today.”

“Probably why your six pack looks so amazing. Probably dehydrated and starving.”

Asher just glowers at me, but I ignore him.

“Anyway, just come over for dinner and you can tell Asher and I all about your woodworking. That you do all hours of the day.”

He nods and I throw a thumb over my shoulder.

“See you in a bit?”

“Yeah.”

We head back through the hole in the wall, my mind formulating a plan on how to tell our scummy landlord about this hole and how it happened when Asher interrupts.

“What are you doing? Inviting him for dinner? He could poison us when we’re not looking!”

“He’s not a murderer. He’s just a weird guy with a woodworking hobby.”

Asher doesn’t look so sure, but I am.

“He’s our roommate now anyway. The hole in the wall says so.”

“He is not our roommate!” Asher hisses, but follows me into the kitchen to help me make dinner.

“And he’s kinda cute.”

“Do not say that or I’ll tell Heath you have a new crush,” he replies, but a blush is staining his cheeks.

“He wouldn’t care,” I retort, making Asher roll his eyes, but I know this. Heath thinks of me as a nuisance. He doesn’t give two shits who I think is cute.

My theory is proven correct the rest of the week. Heath really doesn’t think of me. Not even once.

He hasn’t been in his office the last four nights.

Four. Nights.

If I could show up at his place and demand to know why he’s been avoiding me, I would have. But I have no clue where he lives and I’m not a stalker. I mean, I would be probably if I knew where he lived. I’m that far gone.

But I’m not as bad as Asher, who has been spending far too much time staring at our unexpected neighbor-roommate through the hole in the wall.

It’s unnerving.

But I digress.

Heath. Yes, Heath.

The guy who touched my dick and then has been annoyingly absent ever since.

How am I going to get another great video without him? And how is my dick ever going to be satisfied again? Right now it’s protesting.

Nothing feels as good as him.

Damn guy who probably really is straight and doesn’t want me. Him touching my dick was just a fluke. He really did just want to get me out of his bathroom. That was all. How disappointing.

I sigh and push the cleaning cart down the darkening hallway, my evening shift done.

And now it’s the weekend and there won’t even be a possibility of seeing Heath for another two days. Damn him.

Although, he’s getting the candy I’m leaving him because it’s absent when I arrive. And the notes are being seen because they’re always moved from where I leave them. Not that he responds. He’s clearly been ignoring me.

He is probably freaking out over the fact that he touched my dick.

But I don’t mind, I didn’t mind. I’ll never mind.

Oh fuck, he could do that to me all damn day and I’d be so here for it. I’ve never come so hard.

The way I was whimpering. The fans loved it.

I want to do it again. For them, and mostly for me.

I park my cart and head out, wishing I had something or someone to do while I wait for Heath to make a reappearance in my life .

I left him another candy bar and a salacious note.

A sigh escapes me as I walk to my car, already feeling worn down and tired from life. My phone beeps and I slide it from my pocket, glancing down to see a message from Asher.

Asher:

Hurry home. Jack is staring at me through the wall with his sexy eyes.

I let out a loud snort, slowing my pace. The sexual tension between those two is outrageous. Asher just doesn’t seem to notice.

Me:

Just take your dick out. Give him a show.

Asher:

Rude.

But maybe I will if he keeps looking at me.

I let out another snort and then see another message, this time from my mom.

Mom:

You alive, baby? Just making sure you’re not carved up in the bottom of a well.

Good god. She is as bad as Asher. I know this because when she stops by the two of them talk about horrific things.

Me:

Hi mom. I’m alive. Just walking to my car from work.

Not dead, carved up or in a well.

Mom:

Good news. Come visit me soon.

Me:

I will. Love you.

Mom:

Love you baby boy.

“What are you doing? I could have murdered you,” a deep voice says.

My phone slips from my hand and lands at my feet. My eyes slam into Heath who stands near me, hands in his sweatshirt pockets.

“Hi!” I say with a bright smile, my heart thumping awkwardly in my chest. Could be having a heart attack. Don’t really know. It’s all wobbly and mismatched rhythms. “What are you doing here so late?”

“Just walking by,” he says and I arch an eyebrow at him.

“It’s two in the morning.” My grin widens and I waggle my eyebrows at him. “You’re coming to get your candy, huh?”

His cheeks positively burn bright red, even in the dim lights of the parking lot.

“I was not. I just couldn’t sleep.”

Oh god, why do I immediately want to offer to suck him off so he can get some shut eye. I can’t do that. Mostly because it would be wrong but also because I don’t want to be turned down. I have a very fragile ego at the moment. The past four days have me questioning all sorts of things.

“Well, I’m up. Do you want to grab a cup of coffee? A hot chocolate?” I feel proud of myself. I wanted to offer a nice blowie with a side of cum, but decided to be respectable. Just because I’m a janitor-camboy doesn’t mean that I am a perv.

Mostly, anyway.

“There’s a coffee shop open right over there, if you want to go.”

He eyes me, his lips pursing and then he nods. “Lead the way.”

I feel almost giddy, everything else forgotten as I scoop up my phone and then nearly skip my way down the sidewalk. Heath is quiet beside me and I can’t help the word vomit coming up my throat. There’s no way to stop it either.

He just has to live with it .

“So how have you been? I haven’t seen you in ages. Not since you touched my wiener.”

As soon as that hits the air between us, my steps falter and his do too. Damn my fucking tongue. I need to cut it off and throw it into the sea.

“I don’t think we should be calling penises wieners.”

I let out a loud laugh and hear someone yell at me to shut up. Probably someone whose sleep I disturbed.

Oh dear.

“Right. Penis. Dick. Cock.”

I say that last one as I pull the door open to the dimly lit coffee shop that is teeming with students from the local college. It’s no wonder its full. The semester is in full swing and this is the only twenty four hour coffee shop within walking distance.

“This place is a gem. Have you been here before? Coffee is on me. Or you know, if you want a hot chocolate, or anything else.”

I roll my lips between my teeth to keep myself from blathering on and on.

Heath just follows in behind me, accidentally knocking into me. My dick perks up just being near him but I squash that immediately. I don’t want him getting any ideas.

Or really, give me any ideas.

That’s the issue.

I have so many ideas. The things I’d do to him or let him do to me.

My phone beeps again, but I ignore it, staring up at the menu because if I don’t stare at this I’ll be staring directly at Heath. And I think he needs some space.

“You can move up, you know,” he says, his voice far too close to me.

Seems I wasn’t standing far enough away. Seems I was nestled right up against him, back to chest, ass to crotch.

“Right, well I know what I want. What do you want?”

It’s all I can do not to ask if what he wants is me.

“Yeah, I know what I want. ”

Well, that’s elusive and sexy as hell. Now my dick is getting all sorts of ideas. When we place our order, me a hot chocolate and him a decaf Americano, we make our way over to an empty seat and I force myself to sit apart from him and not directly on his lap.

“So…how are you?” I ask, trying to be civil and not completely unhinged.

“Tired,” he says.

“Why? You know you should get a better pillow. Or mattress. Oh, a sound machine.”

His eyes blink at my list and then he shakes his head. “That’s not why I’m not sleeping well.”

“Oh.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says, not elaborating. Well fuck, now I’m even more intrigued. I lean forward just as our drinks are brought to us, forcing me to lean back again. Damn place. Why are they so fast? I need them to slow down a little bit so I have more time to investigate.

“Well, I sleep very well. Although, if you’re drinking caffeine in the middle of the night no wonder you’re awake.”

“I don’t usually drink caffeine this late. I’m older than you. I can’t manage it. It’s why I got decaf.”

“That’s right you’re forty five right?”

I lean forward, my drink ignored as he leans back and takes a sip from his mug. Damn, the way his lips curl around it and then the way his throat works is not helping my horniness.

“I’m thirty five, you little shit.”

“Oh god,” I moan. An older man. An age gap. He’s the sexiest thing on two legs around.

“It’s not that old,” he says, taking my moan of pleasure as a moan of disgust. I can assure you, it was not disgust. Not at all.

“Oh that’s not that old. I wasn’t moaning because of that.”

I quickly take a sip of my hot chocolate and nearly choke on it. Damn thing. Why do I say this shit. It’s a wonder I’m alive to tell the tales. In fact, I’m amazed I haven’t embarrassed myself to literal death.

“Why were you moaning then?”

“Just you know, stubbed my toe. I’m twenty two.” I waggle my eyebrows at him and he cocks his head.

“You have whipped cream on your lip.”

I lick it off and he shifts in his seat.

“Anyways. Twenty two. Thirty five. Fourteen year difference.”

“Thirteen actually.”

I snort and take another sip of my drink. “I knew that.”

“Sure you did.”

We stare at each other, the two of us sipping at our drinks, chattering and clacking keys surrounding us.

“So what’s your favorite color?” I ask.

His brows meet. “I don’t know. I never thought of that. What’s yours?”

“Oh, I love the color green and blue. Maybe turquoise?”

He lets a small smile pull his lips up. “That’s a good color.”

“It is,” I say and then smile back. God, I hope I don’t have chocolate on my teeth. The whipped cream was bad enough.

“Any other asinine questions?”

I roll my eyes at him. “They’re not asinine! They’re important questions.”

“For who?”

“For me.”

His lips wobble a little more and he shrugs. “Alright. What’s your favorite number?”

“Three. I sure do love getting railed in both ends.”

His eyes widen, his cheeks flushing and I fucking hate that I blurted that out.

“What about you?” I scramble to ask, hoping to cover up my faux pas.

“I guess I like the number 69.”

The way he says it, so deadpan, I can’t help but laugh out loud .

“Are you serious?”

“Its a very versatile…number.”

I snort and I see his eyes twinkling. Well done, Heath. Well done. Not just a pretty face on this one. And actually quite funny when you can get past the grumpiness.

“So how long have you been jacking off in people’s offices?” He raises an eyebrow, smirking as he takes a sip. If he thinks he can throw me off, he’s very, very wrong. I’m not ashamed of what I do.

“Not long. Just getting my foot in the door. It’s fun.”

“Fun?” He seems more amused than annoyed though. Like he can’t wait to hear my answer. He actually wants to know what I mean by fun .

“Well, getting off is always enjoyable,” I say as I use my finger to dip into the whipped cream and pull it to my lips, not at all subtly licking it clean. His eyes stay trained on my mouth the entire time. “But it also allows me to be creative. I was never much for being stuck in one place. I get to come up with different scenarios and plan them out.”

“Execute those plans in people’s offices,” he quips and I let out a quick snort.

“It drives you crazy doesn’t it? Someone in your space. Making it all dirty.” I emphasize the word dirty for funsies. I lick my lips and lean in a little, “Have you always been so boring? Always needed everything neat and tidy?”

I expect him to push back. To say that he’s not. To argue, but he doesn’t do that. He’s quiet for way too long and I worry for a moment I’ve ruined this. But then finally he speaks. “It’s what was expected.”

I sit up a little straighter, realizing that he’s telling me something about him. Something very real. “Expected?”

He gives a clipped nod. “I should go.”

No! My mind is scrambling to get him to stay a little longer. I feel almost desperate. It’s a strange, needy feeling. “Wait. Don’t go. We can talk more about numbers and colors. It’ll be like going back to kindergarten! I was great at kindergarten! ”

He cocks his head to the side, studying me. My cheeks heat because wow. Smooth, Leo. Seriously, smooth. But his lips twitch into a stunning smile, “Kindergarten? Really?”

I let out a sigh of relief and settle back into my seat. “Oh yes. I was particularly good at nap time. Still am by the way.” I wink at him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“You’re unreal.”

“You have no idea,” I say but he settles back into his seat, making my nervous anticipation dissipate somewhat. “I like order and a schedule. It comforts me.”

“I never really had that,” I admit. “My mom worked a lot of odd jobs and we moved a lot. Things were always a little chaotic.” And scary honestly. Thankfully I don’t say that out loud though. I love my mom. She tried her best. A young, single mother that came from a rural area. We have always been a lower socio-economic class. Honestly, she never really stood a chance.

Growing up, I remember a lot of nights where I found myself curled up in my bed under the covers, a bat perched next to me, just in case someone decided to break into our shitty little apartment while my mom was working a night shift. I was far too young to be alone, by most people’s standards, but we did what we had to do to survive.

“Leo.” I’m pulled from the memory by Heath’s deep, concerned voice and I lift my eyes to look at him.

“I guess order isn’t such a bad thing.” I force a smile, “But jerking off in your office is a high like none other.” My voice goes husky as my dick starts to swell in my pants just thinking about it. “Knowing you’re going to be watching is really super fun.”

His face gives nothing away and I’m sure I’ve pushed him too far, but then I see his throat flex as he swallows hard and I swear I see a flash of lust in his beautiful eyes. “What about the bathroom?”

I’m stunned stupid for a moment. He’s bringing up the bathroom.

Okay, Leo. Don’t you fucking say that him touching your wiener was one of the hottest experiences of your entire life. He doesn’t like the word wiener.

“That was…” my words come out in breathy pants. Shit, it’s hot in here. My pants are way too tight and I really just want to pull him to the little bathroom in the corner and get a repeat. Maybe I can touch him too.

“Leo?” Oh right. He asked me something. He doesn’t seem annoyed though. No, he’s actually amused again.

“The bathroom scene may have changed my life,” I blurt out and he looks confused. Of course he does. Leo, I swear, you really need to get it together. “It got a lot of views and I’m getting a contract for it.”

He doesn’t look worried in the slightest at that but still, I feel the need to reassure him.

“I mean, you weren’t on camera. Don’t worry. No one would know it’s you or anything. They’re obsessed with the sexy stranger though, with the big hand and deep voice helping me out, but I haven’t—and won’t—tell them who you are. I wouldn’t do that.”

“Breathe, Leo. I know I wasn’t visible,” he says casually. “And I saw the comments asking for you to name me. Thank you for not doing that.”

Oh. My. God. He’s been on my site! I almost swoon.

“You watched?”

He just shrugs, “I was bored.”

My jaw practically hits the floor. He’s watched me. Oh my God, that’s so hot. Maybe he’s not so straight after all. Or honestly, with Heath, maybe he actually was just bored. Fuck, but why don’t I really care.

He’s watched me.

“And?”

“And what?”

I stare at him, exasperated. “What did you think? Did it get you hot? Did you jerk off too?”

I swear to god his cheeks are bright pink and I nearly squeal with excitement .

“You did!”

“No,” he grits out, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not—I don’t jerk off to gay porn.” He says it so matter of factly that it makes me frown. I may even pout a little bit. He sighs loudly, “Objectively speaking, I can see why you have so many followers.”

That makes me preen and I sit up, beaming. “See. Fun. I’m very good at knowing what people will like and I may be able to work for an exclusive site if all goes well.”

“And that’s what you want?” I don’t think he’s actually being a dick. I think he’s curious.

“Fame and fortune? Yeah. Sure. No big deal.” I roll my eyes with a wide smile and he rolls his eyes back at me.

“With people watching you and jerking off.”

“Listen, the way I see it, I’m making strangers happy. I’m doing a service to the universe.”

“Maybe so,” he says with a grin and I wish he would do it more. It’s quite beautiful.

Unfortunately, our little coffee date—yes that’s what I’m choosing to call it—has to end because he starts to yawn, which makes me yawn.

“I should go. It’s late.”

“Totally, totally late,” I reply.

We walk outside, my arm brushing against his. I wish it was my hand brushing against his palm, my fingers trailing down his torso to his big dick.

Haven’t seen it yet, but I bet it’s huge.

“So I’ll see you soon?” I ask, my voice way too hopeful.

He grunts uncomfortably, shifting on his feet, but then he gives me a clipped nod before he heads off into the night.

I’ll take it.

I fucking won this one.