I Want You More (18+)(YellowMelon and LoneDigger)(Private)

[YellowMelon]

 

 

 

5'9" | Slim body with somewhat defined muscles

Pale complexion with light scars on his hips

Black hair with the tips dyed white

Blue eyes | Thin eyelashes

Wears glasses | Nearsighted

 

Name: Ace Williamson

Age: 25

Occupation: Self-employed prostitute

 

Before dropping out, Ace started to prostitute himself at the age of twenty while in college. Rumors spread he was a prostitute and, although it was legal, the rumors are what lead him to leaving college. It didn't take him long after to make himself known in the sex industry and, now, he has a waitlist of customers wanting to sleep with him. While he likes being popular, he's had his fair share of annoying customers and ones he simply doesn't like. However, he won't usually turn a customer down unless he thinks he might be in danger when meeting them in any way.

 

His private life is something he doesn't discuss with his clients. If they ask him any personal questions, he answers them with lies. He doesn't mind sharing stories about his other clients though, although he won't give any names, and he even runs his own blog where he tells his story. He has a passion for writing and enters various contests he finds online to make extra money. Although people tend to assume he lives a lavish lifestyle with the money he makes, he really doesn't like receiving too much attention when on a day off and likes doing simple things.

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This was the first time Ace didn't know what to do in the face of a client. He didn't expect to see this man again after their first meeting, so this second meeting was a bit odd, to say the least. He was used to getting texts from new clients regularly with a message of how they found him, a little information about themselves, and when they wanted to meet. He, usually, never denied meeting with a client unless there was some conflict with scheduling. The text he received from this customer though was very vague. No name. Just a location. When he went to the address, he found himself standing outside of the same hotel as before. And, like the first meeting, instead of being greeted by his customer, he was welcomed by a doorman. Normally, he would directly be greeted by his client, but he assumed this one wanted to keep their meeting a secret. He didn't judge.

 

Ace stepped into an elevator with the intention of going to the third floor. While he needed help finding the room the first time he was at the hotel, he didn't need assistance this time because the client was in the same room, thankfully. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. This was the third floor. It was time for Ace to get off. The sex worker stepped onto the red, carpeted flooring and walked down the hallway as he glanced at the gold numbers printed on each door. 317. That was the number he was searching for. It was about midway down the hall. He did a courtesy knock on the door once he reached it, but no one answered, as expected. However, he knew his client was in there. He pushed down on the door handle to find the door unlocked. It was simply a repeat of last time, so he left himself in.

 

Inside the hotel room, Ace carefully shut the door behind him, locked it, and then turned around to see a familiar face. It was the same face he had seen exactly a week ago. The individual was sitting on the edge of a double bed, in the same spot, fully clothed. There was no immediate exchange of words. Ace wasn't even sure if the man knew he had come in. Of course, by common sense, he had to, but he wasn't looking directly at him. Again, it would be up to Ace to start a conversation.

 

"Hey," he spoke softly, almost afraid to scare the other, "I'm surprised you contacted me again, considering what happened last time." The problem for Ace was that nothing happened. Absolutely nothing. He had come into the room the same way he had today and, with neither of them talking for a while, he had started to strip to take the initiative when the man stopped him and said he just wanted to talk. Because Ace took this as him being shy, he had tried to touch him constantly for the full hour, but the client was adamant he didn't want to be touched, not even in the slightest. It was a little embarrassing for Ace, but, now, here he was, knowing not to take his clothes off immediately. "By the way, you never did tell me your name." He moved closer to the other individual, "I told you mine, so I think it's fair that I get yours." Plus, it would help to have his number listed under a name in his contacts.

 

"Do you still want to talk?" He felt the bed sink as he sat right next to his client, angling his body to face the other. With their last meeting being a dud, Ace hoped this one would be a bit more exciting. He was still under the assumption that his client was shy, inexperienced, or both. "How do you want to do this?" He whispered directly into the ear of his companion with one hand crawling up his thigh and the other resting on his chest

[LoneDigger]

Judging from the looks of the man sitting on the edge of the bed it looked like he had just gotten off of work. As he was still wearing a dark grey suit. Nikita hadn't had enough time to get changed into something more casual since before he knew it getting out only left him enough time to get the hotel room and then it was their arranged time. Usually he was much better at keeping track of things, as evident by his nearly spotless appearance. But somehow thinking about tonight had him distracted. But of course it never showed at work. Everyone thought so highly of him, yet... he was boring. Everyone knew this, but did they all know how lonely he really was?

Maybe no one would suspect a guy as successful as him could be alone. They would always tease him when he didn't show up to their outings or parties, saying he must have somewhere better to be, or better yet with someone special.

Nikita would always politely laugh it off, but it couldn't have all been more further from the truth.

 

The man had never truly been comfortable with himself or his confusing sexuality. So it was simply something he had denied himself for so long. If he didn't address the problem it would cease to exist eventually, yes? But no, things were never that way. An ignored problem only seems to silently grow larger until it's too hard to ignore.

So he made himself a compromise. He would be seeing someone, another male, but he would not be doing anything with him. He didn't need sex to be content, it wasn't even something he delved into beyond his own personal fantasies alone But companionship of another male was not a sin.

 

Nikita turned his head slowly when he heard the other greeting him and his blue eyes drank in the sight of the other. He was just how he remember, but somehow the second time around things always looked more appealing. It was something he wanted but could not have, maybe there lay the truth.

"...what happened last time..."

 

Hah, more like what had not happened...

Nikita was well aware of what the other man was, and was it almost cruel to make a sex worker wast his time for just talking? It probably was pointless, but that's not the man felt. He truly loved the other's company, and it did not bother him what the other was. Everyone had to find a way in the world after all. He could not be the one to judge.

 

Absentmindedly he messed with his blond hair that was still slicked back for work, it felt odd underneath his fingers and he wondered if he should have made more time to wash it out... Actually create the atmosphere of mutual attachment that he craved, but instead he had to mess up. Again.

 

Nikita fought the urge to shudder when he felt the other touching him and his breath blowing gently against his neck was already too intimate for him. And he found himself gently pulled the other's hand off of his chest. He did not want Ace to feel that his heart was racing. His voice came out so softly, yet it was not really timid. Quite deep actually.

 

"... You don't have to do this."

[YellowMelon]

Ace was a little disappointed in the reaction he received, but he was not surprised. As the man removed his hand from his chest, he stood up from the bed and removed other physical contact he had with the other. It appeared that this meeting would be exactly the same as the last. However, he couldn’t give up trying. Sure, he would get paid either way, whether he had sex with the man or not, which was a plus, but he wanted a double plus. There weren’t many people Ace was set on having sex with, but this client was just interesting enough to get him determined. Also, he hoped that once he helped him to overcome his shyness or whatever it was that made him hesitant to have sex with a sex worker, he wouldn’t have to see him again. As it is, he knew he would be getting another call and, really, he didn’t choose this profession to replace a therapist. If he wanted to pursue that occupation, he would have.

 

“Do what, exactly?” He moved to stand in front of the client with his arms crossed over his chest, a clear sign of displeasure. “Because, from the looks of it, and from the way it feels, I’m doing nothing.” There was still a slight indication of annoyance with the way Ace spoke, but he knew better than to yell at the other. He didn’t want to start an argument. Becoming silent for a few minutes, simply staring at the blonde, he dropped his arms to his sides to take on a less-threatening posture.

 

“Look, you need to relax,” Ace lowered his voice, trying to calm the taller individual, “I’m not going to hurt you.” It was as though he was trying to earn the trust of a pet by coaching the animal to let its guard down and let him touch it. This animal, however, would need a lot more work than a puppy. Instead of sitting next to the man again, Ace walked to the opposite side of the bed his client was on and sat parallel to him. He sat with his back facing the others and not touching. If this is what it would take to make the other more comfortable around him, he would sit like this for the remainder of their hour. He had been around customers who were jumpy at the sight of him. He didn’t know why, since they were the ones who hired him, but maybe, when they finally saw him, they were suddenly hit with that realization. A blindfold was usually offered to overcome their fears or anxiety.

 

“You know, I could always blindfold you, or you can blindfold me,” he suggested. He had a couple in the plain white gift bag he carried with him, among other things. Of course, there was nothing extreme in there. He reserved some toys for his special, regular customers. What was in the bag though was a black and red blindfold, leather handcuffs, condoms, and lube, all covered by bright red tissue paper to make it look like he was simply carrying a gift for someone. He had brought the gift bag with him last time, but, because of not being able to do anything during their last meeting, didn’t offer anything to use from there. The bag was placed on the floor at the end of the bed when he had first entered the room and was still there.

 

“Also, it doesn’t seem like you were listening to me before,” Ace reached into his front jeans pocket and took out his phone, “But I asked for your name since you never gave it to me the first time we met, although I gave you mine. If you plan on seeing me again, I think it’s best for you to tell me what it is. It can even be fake. I don’t mind.” He opened his contacts, ready to receive it.

[LoneDigger]

"Prefect. Just keep doing that."

 

Nikita replied a bit too bluntly, but that was just his style of talking when he wasn't being professional the more prickly and snide he became. Not that he was always that bad, sometimes he just didn't know how else to tell others off.

But one thing he wasn't was temperamental. Even when he was truly upset he never showed it by getting loud or emotional.

In fact the opposite, cold and sarcasm served him better anyway.

 

But turning to a sex worker to just cock block the guy by acting like some straight lonely guy who just wanted a friend?

Even he had to admit that sounded like the plot of a very stupid comedy if there ever was one, but yet that's exactly what he was expecting.

Why did he always have to go about things the wrong way...?

 

"No, I'm fine."

 

He replied quickly, but calmly at the other's brilliant idea of using blindfolds. Not having to see what was happening didn't change what he felt was happening.

Probably was just Ace trying to shove his fetish down his throat...

Who knew what other kinky shit the man was into.

...

Stop thinking about it.

 

"... You probably think I'm pretty pathetic, don't you?"

 

The blond chuckled dryly, the sound barely caused a smile at all. And the smallest of ones that was there was not a pleased expression, so forced.

 

Did Ace really just see him as some kind of lost puppy that needed to be trained in the ways of sexual pleasures?

If he actually knew that was exactly what the other thought of him then Nikita would have been the one hurting him.

But then again, Ace was probably into that sort of thing, too.

 

The man sighed, he hadn't even been able to answer the other's original question despite it being so simple after Ace had gracefully moved closer without him even noticing and then simply touching him was enough to melt his mind.

Geez, they were right. He really needed a girlfriend. Even if he wasn't the slightest bit interested, be there done that. It wasn't okay.

 

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

 

Nikita grimaced, but then dropped the wise guy act and returned right back to his self pity party that was this room and he was the only VIP exclusive guest.

 

What was the point in giving fake names? He knew he might regret this, but the first step to friendship is not being a serial liar, so he answered honestly and simply,

 

"Nikita... My name is Nikita."

 

The way he repeated it made it clear to the other that he wasn't bullshitting. That was his name like it or not, some would give him odd looks after they heard it. How could such a manly business guy have a girl's name? But it was not a girl's name, not where he was from. In Russian it was strictly a boy's name that meant 'victory'. His parents were Russian and he was technically born in Moscow, but move to the US when he was still fairly young so he didn't have an accent or anything. But even being raised as 'American' as possible his parents still instilled many of the traditional Russian culture into him.

Maybe that would explain some of the attitude...

[YellowMelon]

"Nikita..." Ace repeated as he typed the name into his phone, "I've never heard that name before." He rather liked uncommon names. They sounded more pleasing to his ears when he moaned such names during climax. His own name was short and simple. It sounded more like a nickname than a name in itself, yet he wasn't bothered by it. He had thought of using an alias as his list of clients grew since he knew others in his profession who went under an assumed name, but he didn't think that made much sense for him. People would have found out his real name eventually.

 

"But you are pathetic," he commented suddenly, completely serious, and with an added sigh at the end. He pitied the man for being insecure. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, especially with him. He had dealt with plenty of insecure men. All they usually needed was a small push in the right direction, something to get them started, and then they got a bit more comfortable with him. Nikita, of course, would need a big push, but the end goal was the same. At least that was what Ace wanted to happen. Yeah, he just needed to really push him.

 

Ace turned his body so he was kneeling behind Nikita. The bed creaked as he inched forward, closer to his client, then pressed his chest against the grey suit jacket. "You may be pathetic," he reaffirmed what he had said before, almost wanting to taunt him, "However, your appearance says otherwise." The darker haired man slide his arms around Nikita, feeling the fabric of the suit and running his fingertips along the buttons. "You were dressed casually last time," the prostitute recalled, although he showed no disappointment. He was observant of what his clients usually wore when they met with him. Rarely did they dress formerly, and he didn't expect them to, but it was always a turn on when he saw someone professionally dressed.

 

"I really do love this suit though," he admired, skillfully undoing the first of two buttons as he spoke, "It fits you perfectly." There goes the second button. "Let's take it off to avoid any wrinkles." Ace carefully pulled down the jacket without removing it completely off Nikita. He left the jacket trapped between him and the owner with his hands acting fast to undo the buttons of the dress shirt his client was wearing. The swiftness of his actions showed skill. This was something he had done before. With the buttons undone, Ace pushed open the shirt. His eyes were locked on Nikita, searching for a reaction.

 

"Remember, you invited me here, so don't waste my time." Ace flashed a quick smile before releasing Nikita from his hold and completely getting off the bed. He distanced himself father from the man by walking towards the hotel room window. The window took up a whole wall. He pushed open the solid red curtains, revealing a deep night sky. He looked at his own reflection and that of the individual still on the bed. "If you want to talk, I suggest you do so. Otherwise, pay me, so I can leave and I'll schedule another meeting with you." Ace spoke sharply and reluctantly.

[LoneDigger]

Nikita didn't bother to explain that why he was dressed like this was because he had lost track of time and didn't have enough to get changed into something more casual.

The other already found him pathetic, so why try to hide it with excuses? Even if they were true.

No, he couldn't even deny Ace's words since he had too was thinking the exact same thing. Sometimes he wondered how many times others thought the same. How could a guy who appeared so successful and wasn't even half bad looking not be in a relationship already?

Maybe there really was just something wrong with his personality when he wasn't in the professional setting of work. Or maybe having to be that person was somewhat a facade that took so much effort when it was all over he was left tired and unsure of how to be.

Hm... was Ace positive that he wasn't a therapist in disguise of a prostitute?

 

Nikita didn't even move when he felt a soft weight pressing against his back which was fairly broad and hard, but not overly so. He was fit and built, but maybe that was just to veil the slight, but still somewhat apparent curves.

This wasn't what he wanted, but yet he did not stop the other since if he had wanted to do that it would have been before the other even had the chance to wrap his arms around him.

 

It really wasn't fair to Ace when he thought about it. The other man expected sex and instead he made him just sit around and talk, but was that really such a punishment? Was he the one being selfish?

 

Maybe... maybe if the other just got to see him half naked it would be enough. They didn't actually have to have sex to give the other some kind of satisfaction? But then again, he kept questioning himself and he hated that.

At his job he was a leader, always assured in what he did and said was the right answer. And right now he just felt... confused. More so at himself than Ace though.

 

So the man carefully slide off the suit jacket since it was already down on his arms but left the unbuttoned shirt on, just in case.

He gazed at the other's silhouette in the window, the lighting was dim. But his eyes had adjusted to the semi darkness of the room where the only light was from the moon and a lamp in the corner.

 

"...Why do you want this from me?"

 

He suddenly asked, and from his own tone it was impossible to tell whether this had been accidentally spoken out loud or just a really blunt question.

[YellowMelon]

Ace jumped at the sudden question. The seriousness of the voice oddly scared him. He remained silent, unsure of how to answer, and, somehow, the question made him feel guilty. Why did he want to have sex with Nikita? Why would he want to do something that he didn’t have to do? He was certain that he wanted it because he wanted to help his client, yet he knew that was a bullshit excuse. He could easily help him by being less forceful, without sex, and with words, like the man had come to him for. Ace bit his lip nervously. The more he thought about the question, the more it made him nervous. He didn’t know how to answer properly. Because he was a prostitute? Because he liked having sex? While both were true, those weren’t the answers.

 

He remained quiet for a lengthy period of time, as if waiting for the hour to be up so he didn’t have to answer the question. But he couldn’t hold out for that long. Nikita was starting to bother him. The fact that he didn’t bother to button his shirt back up gave him some eye candy. He pushed the curtains closed to remove the distraction that reflected in the window, but he didn’t turn around. He continued to stare at the red material.

 

“You know,” Ace finally spoke, “I like being a prostitute.” While prostitution was legal, there was still the stigma of being a prostitute that hurt individuals in his profession. He had been given hush money before by previous clients and being given such money made it clear that those clients thought he was having sex just to blackmail anyone he slept with. Then there had been others who skipped paying him by telling him that he enjoyed having sex with them, so there was no need to pay, as if punishing him because he enjoyed it too much.

 

These type of clients he never understood. The first because he doesn’t offer an extra fee to keep his sexual encounters a secret, which means he's not using his work to threaten his clients. Plus, he believes in client confidentiality, although he, personally, has nothing to hide. The clients who don’t pay him are the ones who don’t respect them. They may respect him in bed, but they don’t think much of him outside of it. Clients have come up with many excuses not to pay him, with the most coming being that he didn’t perform well enough or he didn’t satisfy them, although Ace could clearly see that he had.

 

Ace knew Nikita fit neither of those two types of clients. Instead, he imagined him fitting into a different category. One that only fit him, really. It was strange. He couldn’t guess how the other felt about him and he didn’t like it. At least his other clients usually gave some sort of hint by their words or actions.

 

“And, being a prostitute, maybe I feel a tiny bit of a need to have sex with you, like I have to, but, at the same time, it doesn’t burden me because I want to.” It didn’t make much sense, but Ace tried to explain what he meant. He wanted the question answered, so he didn’t have to think about it again. “You must think that showing me your displeasure when I touch you gives me a sigh of relief.” He let out a nervous laugh, “Especially since I know I’ll still get paid without having sex with you.” That would seem the most logical, to feel as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulder because he doesn’t have to have sex. “Well, to be honest, I’d rather get paid to do my job than get paid for doing nothing. Unlike you, I crave a little bit of contact.”

 

At this point, Ace didn’t know if he had answered the question completely or if he had avoided answering it. Either way, according to the clock on the wall, he still had half-an-hour left. However, with Nikita wanting someone just to talk to, he didn’t think he suited him very well.

 

“I’m going to cut this meeting short,” Ace spoke forcefully, “Since I wasn’t much help, and I didn’t give you your full hours’ worth, you don’t have to pay. I’ll also recommend you to another sex worker I know. You’ll probably find her much more welcoming than I am.” The prostitute took his phone out again as he walked towards Nikita, ready to give him the digits to the woman he knew. This time, though, he stood closer to the door than to his client, as if ready to take off as soon as the exchange happened.

[LoneDigger]

Nikita honestly hadn't meant to scare Ace, even though he frequently had that effect on others of being a bit intimidating in his forwardness, but in this case it wasn't really necessarily an advantage when he was only trying to get the male to just talk with him like this was just another session like last time where despite the sex worker's efforts, the man had only ended up wanting to talk about really nothing in particular at all, but that was truly therapy. Being able to speak freely without consequence or perceived judgement. At least he never felt that Ace was judging him beyond wondering why they weren't having sex.

 

But this time Ace wasn't going to be so forgiving. It was either they did something more, or he was done.

Nikita hated that, even if the other said he didn't have to pay him he felt like he was being short changed in another way.

That the other was daring to disregard him, was something he would not, -could not- tolerate.

 

"Do not try to pass me off to someone else."

 

The man warned softly, but his voice held no hints of smallness. In fact he sounded dead serious about what he just said.

 

"You don't tell me when we're done. If you enjoy doing your 'job' so much then surely you would already know this?"

 

A smile played on Nikita's face, but it was not a reassuring one. In fact it seemed almost taunting, as if daring the other to disagree with him again would spell trouble.

[YellowMelon]

This was a difficult position to be in. A really difficult one. Ace didn’t know what he should do, what he should say, or how he should move. He could easily, if he ran fast enough, dash out the door and leave, or he could stay for the rest of the session. The latter would mean Nikita would definitely have to pay him, but, as he stated before, it wasn’t about the money. The former he had planned to do anyway, once he shared the phone number of his coworker. The problem now was actually giving the number. He hadn’t expected his client to be defiant about the offer but here he was, deciding how he should act because of a seemingly stubborn client.

 

“I’m not trying to pass you off to someone else,” Ace said, a little exasperated, “I’m going to.” He was set on not having to deal with Nikita again. He was the one who lead him to making the decision, so he couldn’t understand why his client was trying to talk him out of it at this moment, but he wasn’t going to let him do so. He had made his intentions clear and the other wouldn’t follow them. He wasn’t judging the blond for it by any means. Well, maybe a little, but he didn’t think much of it. He just wasn’t the right prostitute to be hired, which is why he was offering Nikita a new one. He should be grateful, and, if he wasn’t, Ace was going to make him feel so.

 

“It depends,” he answered honestly, “I’ve told some of my clients when I’m done because they like it when I leave them half-finished. It really gets them off, you know.” He knew that’s not what was being referred to, but he wanted Nikita to know the new demeanor of his wasn’t going to convince him to stay, although he liked that little bit of attitude. It gave him some personality. “You, however, never even started.” Ace was brutal with his words, reaffirming what the man had done wrong to make him want to leave.

 

“Anyway, since it doesn’t look like you’re going to listen to the number, I’ll send it to you and then I’ll be on my way.” With his phone in his hand, the sex worker briefly let his guard down as he walked over to the bottom of the bed and sat on the corner to send the message. He sent the name of the woman and contact information, like he had promised, along with a picture. Hey, he didn’t want Nikita to walk in to a surprise. “Now that I think about it,” Ace spoke slowly, more to himself than the other individual present in the room with him, “It would be better if I gave you some other options, huh?” The sex worker sent separate texts to the receiver. A total of five, to be exact: three men and two woman.

 

“Make sure to tell them I’m the one who recommended them to you,” Ace flashed a smile at Nikita, staring at him for a short moment before continuing, “Well, I should get going.” He returned his phone to his pocket as he looked around the room, spotting something he had almost forgot. The shorter individual reached down to grab the gift bag he had walked in with. “Here you go,” he added happily as he placed it next to Nikita, “You can keep this.” Although he didn’t think he would find any use for it, he always gifted his clients with something on their last meeting, and this would be his.

 

“I hope you find someone who suits your interests.” Like he had any. Ace removed himself from the bed and faced Nikita as he stood in his spot, speaking to him one last time. “Would you like anything else from me?” To this, he didn’t expect an answer. He was asking the question out of courtesy.

[LoneDigger]

"I actually don't know. But it's funny... I'm probably the first to treat you as something more than just a sexual object, and yet you treat me as something not good enough for you? Maybe you're the one who gets your kicks off being abusive."

 

Nikita hummed, a bit teasing, though actually the man sounded a bit amused. Maybe he was starting to figure the other out, if just a little closer to the truth.

It didn't matter however since the other though he already had him figured out, and the blond guess in a way he couldn't blame Ace. But it still didn't make it any easier to accept defeat.

Even though they hadn't had sex it still hurt him to be rejected or tossed aside by anyone for any reason. Especially since he felt he needed this.

Why had he chosen Ace to confide in? Why couldn't he just go to an therapist?

Was it because he was afraid of what kind of labels would be given to him, and the potential of being even prescribed some kind of medication drugs?

He could never answer no definitively to any of those possibilities.

Or maybe this was just the classic seeking love from the stranger. But why was he doing to himself and dragging Ace into his problems?

Was he really this pathetic now?

 

He looked cool and collected on the outside, if not a little bit irritated. But on the inside he felt panic slowly creeping up his spine and making him seize up unable to think for a moment and not even processing what the other was saying to him or presenting him with that bag. That was until his mind seemed to be shutting off what it didn't want to hear or see, but filtering in what it did.

So with a soft exhale and straightening up a little as the feeling left him, he gave his answer.

 

"... I want you to change my mind."

[YellowMelon]

“Oh, yeah, it’s absolutely hilarious,” Ace commented dryly. It was surely funny. To be accused as “being abusive” was something he could not allow. No, he could barely understand why Nikita, of all people, would describe him in such a way. He wasn’t helping his case at all, and he was sure his soon-to-be-ex client knew this. Despite being so offended, Ace didn’t know how to defend himself. What Nikita had accused him off was somewhat true. It was funny, or rather odd, that he was persistent on doing his job. He had already explained himself before, but he began to question what he was doing again, and he didn’t like that one bit. It infuriated him that this man could make him feel guilty about his actions simply by his words. He almost felt sorry for him. Nope, not anymore. He definitely wanted out.

 

Ace promptly went for the door, but, as he grabbed onto the handle, he heard Nikita answer. It made no sense. Absolutely none. But to hear the other actually reply made him draw back his hand from the handle and turn around. He eyed the individual, unsure to believe if what the man was saying was true or if he was trying to stall for a better answer. He had no reason to believe that the answer he received wasn’t what was actually meant to be said, but it wasn’t understandable. It made him think and it made him want to stay. Almost, not completely, just enough that maybe he would complete this session.

 

“Change your mind?” He repeated and soon found himself close to Nikita again, standing in front of him, staring down at the blond. “About what?” Ace thought of the many things he could be referring to. About sex? That couldn’t be. He had already tried to do that, and his actions caused an obvious displeasure to the individual. He certainly had made up his mind that he didn’t want to be touched. So, that was off the list. Maybe he meant about wanting to stick with him? Did he want to be convinced that being passed on wouldn’t be so terrible? That the other prostitutes were just as qualified to be with him, and even more-so, and would treat him right? No, of course not. He already put up a bit of fight when he mentioned being handed off to someone else, although it was up to Nikita to be really “handed off,” since he was in control of his own scheduling.

 

At this point, Ace was playing the guessing game in his own mind and not being able to figure out the answer himself really frustrated him. He thought he was done with this man. He really wanted to believe he could walk out of the hotel room and not care about his response, but he knew he couldn’t. He had to know what Nikita was referring to. If he walked out without it, he wouldn’t have a clear mind, which would lead him to trying to schedule another session with the client or to returning into the room seconds later demanding an answer. He could only imagine the teasing he would have to endure if he did either of those two things. It was better to stay and wait for the answer now.

[LoneDigger]

The man knew he had just put them both into a very uncomfortable position with that simple yet powerful statement. He could tell it was eating at the sex worker more than he had even expected it to. Ace truly looked perplexed and bothered by him, though he did tend to have that affect on others which wasn't always necessarily a bad thing. But in this case he secretly despised himself.

The blond turned his light blue gaze up at the other unwavering, he didn't move at all. Only his lips when he spoke a bit softer than before.

 

"Maybe... Maybe if I touched you it would make the remaining half hour more comfortable?"

 

How had the tables turned on him like this. He wanted to be the one in control but now he was negotiating the other to stay by offering something he wasn't even good at when Ace happened to be an expert on the matter.

He was setting himself up for the biggest failure and humiliation it would seem, but despite not being an openly sexual person did not mean that Nikita was by any means completely clueless.

Perhaps inexperienced and a bit gruff, but he could still do shit right?

 

How often did Ace have costumers that were so desperate, yet pushing away from everything he was trying to give? In the end denying and frustrating them both?

Nikita didn't even want to consider the idea that he was such a masochist. Or give Ace the sanctification about being right about him.

But all that had kind of flow out of the bedroom window when he opened his mouth and dared the other to change his mind. Or in other words his 'cooler' way of asking for a second chance. A last chance.

[YellowMelon]

“Well, it was nice knowing you, goodbye,” was what Ace wanted to say. He wanted to be able to walk out the door and never have to look back. At least, not again. He already did that a couple of times. He wasn’t as mean as he played on to be, it seemed. However, that worked in Nikita's favor. His client must be having fun seeing how he could stop him with his words. It was probably a blast. “Funny,” as he mentioned it. Ace didn’t know what Nikita was trying to accomplish. He didn’t know what his goal was by convincing him to stay, and it bothered him. He didn’t like not knowing. Curiosity killed the cat they say, and he may regret following his own curiosity later.

 

“More comfortable for who, exactly?” He quipped, clearly not one for the idea, but not against it either. Nikita was trying, he gave him that, but trying was not succeeding. He was sure the man knew, and it was obvious he was desperate for success. However he defined success, anyway. At this point, all Ace could do was give an audible sigh then sit next to his client. Well, this was a familiar position. They had started off this way, had they not? The sex worker shifted uncomfortably in his place, waiting for Nikita to touch him since that was what he had asked to do, but also knowing the statement was a desperate attempt to make him stay.

 

“All you want to do is finish the session, right?” Ace blurted out in a rushed tone, showing how antsy he was to leave. “Then you don’t have to touch me.” Nikita was even more pathetic to him. At this moment, there was no one he pitied more than this man, which is what made him change his mind. That and the fact he didn’t want to do anything he knew his client was forcing himself to do. Ace may be pushy sometimes, but he wasn’t a sadist. He wanted to please his clients and enjoy what he was doing too. He seemed to be doing neither at this point.

 

Ace moved away from touching his client again, remaining on the mattress as he left a gap between their bodies. “Look, you said you want to talk, so just talk.” The prostitute demanded without looking at the other. He finally wanted to do what Nikita wanted to do, but only because he found himself stuck. He certainly wasn’t going to threaten to leave anymore, so completing the session was his last option. It’s not like they had much time left anyway. “This will be the last time I see you, so spill your guts.” Nikita still hadn’t convinced him to stay with him past this session. He needed to make that clear.

[LoneDigger]

"I... Yeah... Okay."

 

Nikita answered, starting off with a hint of pure uncertainty followed by a cool, but firm end. He had to remember who he was and why he was here. It wasn't for sex. But that only made him a bigger idiot.

Ace knew it, but no else did so no harm done.

But now that he had the floor... He couldn't even open his mouth.

The man didn't know what to say, he had no words now. Even if last time had been the opposite. He was so full of stories and just small talk. It may have been idleness chatter, but sometimes that's just what he needed.

Usually he was always very efficient and straight to the point kind of guy. Not really one for talking much.

But maybe because Ace wasn't in his life and wasn't someone he had to be something for. Or at least the only thing he had to do was not completely fuck it up.

 

Right now he was pretty sure he had accomplished that last part though. The first time Ace likely forgave his not wanting to do anything since he probably figured by the second session they would be past that already.

He wasn't even shy at all, it was just... not something he ever felt the need to really explore. And definitely not with another male. Or hell, even a female... Not that he hadn't tried with the latter before. And in a way there had been nothing wrong with that. He just didn't feel anything.

 

Nikita let out another dry chuckle, followed by a statement that was more spoken out loud to himself than anything, but he owed the other something more than just dead silence.

 

"... You must think there's something seriously wrong with me."

[YellowMelon]

“Oh, believe me, I do,” Ace was quick to reply, although he hid the smile that flashed across his face. He thought something was up with Nikita. It may not be “wrong,” as he worded it, but whatever he was doing wasn’t right. Hiring him even though he had no intention of letting him touch him was cruel. It was almost as though he was playing with his feelings, if he had any towards Nikita. The only feelings he had were that of annoyance and obvious dislike for the individual. He was only tolerating him now since he would rather leave. But, hey, maybe they were getting somewhere. Maybe Nikita would actually talk and explain himself, or that was what Ace simply hoped for.

 

"What I think is wrong, and what I can’t wrap my head around, is you wanting me to stay.” Ace admitted. He couldn’t understand why Nikita had refused his other contacts. Well, technically, he hadn’t refused them, since he had messaged him the contacts of the other sex workers, but he didn’t look at them. Then, he had somewhat dared him to leave and, when he said he would, his client thought of another excuse. Ace couldn’t tell what approach Nikita was trying to use on him. He was firm with his words, but he acted more hopeless as the session continued. The session that should have really ended at the half hour mark.

 

"I told you why I don't want to be here, yet you clearly try to convince me otherwise. Don't you think you would be better off with someone else?" He wasn't helping Nikita at all by staying. He knew he wasn't being supportive either. It was clear he wanted to leave and stopped himself from doing so for his own reasons, not because he actually cared about the client. No, he cared more about quenching his curiosity. "I already gave you the contact information of other workers I know who wouldn't mind talking, or listening, to you. They'd actually prefer it over their regular sessions, unlike me." Ace briefly checked his phone again, making sure the contacts he sent before had, indeed, sent.

 

"Do you have a problem with them?" Ace sounded a bit worried, as if he had made a mistake. "Are you afraid of how much they charge? Their sessions may cost a couple of dollars higher than mine, but I can probably talk them down, especially since you're not asking for much." He placed his phone next to him as he continued to wait out the rest of his time with Nikita.

[LoneDigger]

"No. I don't have a problem with them, nor do I care about the money. Though I just might have a problem with those who try to write me off."

 

Nikita stated firmly, yet calmly. The man hardly seemed irked, in fact if anything he seemed a bit... emotionless. Or maybe he was just hard to read.

Yet it wasn't everyday he found himself in a situation like this, and neither did the other man obviously. Who's fault was that?

His for setting this up or Ace's for allowing it?

Maybe they were both more messed up than he thought.

Sensing a bit of tension, the man decided to bring things back down. He really just wanted them to be able to talk like last time. Even if he usually wasn't so great at it, that last time he had been able to open up a little and then more and more. It hadn't even felt like an hour of talking, but yet it was almost over.

If the other was allowed to ask him questions, why not he do the same to change the subject? Plus he had been genuinely curious about something.

 

"How did you... or when did you find out you were this way?"

 

A very brief pause, before he added in a polite,

 

"... You don't have to answer."

[YellowMelon]

There, again. Ace had no idea what Nikita was referring to. In what "way" did he mean? That he liked men or that he wanted to be a prostitute? Was there a reason why he didn't want to be specific? He knew better than to be offended by the question itself and, more specifically, the person who asked him the question. He made it sound as though being "this way" was something abnormal. Something he was afraid to say himself. Yet the seriousness to his voice, as usual, indicated he truthfully wanted to know. Curiosity was motivating him, not judgement. Although this was reassuring, he was still unsure what to say. He didn't want to answer incorrectly, despite there was no such thing as a right or wrong answer here. But he didn't know what Nikita expected and he didn't want to disappoint.

 

"You already asked me the question, so of course I'm going to answer." Ace tried to lighten up the mood, while his hesitation to answer the question was clear. "You're asking me a bit of a personal question though, since I don't usually talk about myself outside of what my job requires." He had clients who wanted to know more about him and he didn't mind sharing some of his interests, but he never gave away too much information. He had to have his secrets, even the most basic of ones. "I decided to pursue this profession and be 'this way,' as you put it, when I was in college. It actually lead me to dropping out, but that's a story I won't share." The man paused for several minutes, leading to a short silence, before continuing. "As for how I became this way, I don't think I can answer that. I like men and I like the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. It's comforting. Might as well make it pleasurable too, you know?"

 

His reasons were simple. He couldn't explain the why or how he chose the profession. Not in great detail, anyway. He wanted to and he did it. Ace turned to glance at the clock to find that he had already gone five minutes overtime. Realizing this, he jumped up and faced Nikita in a hurry to leave again. "We seemed to have lost track of the time. Because we finished the session, you're going to have to pay me. Cash only, like last time, and it's also the same amount as our first session." He grabbed his phone off the bed, spotting it and not wanting to forget it. "Oh, I have to call a cab!" He suddenly reminded himself. He had a car of his own, but, living in an apartment with limited parking spaces for residents, he often left his car parked in its spot when having to travel distances less than an hour away.

[LoneDigger]

Nikita wasn't meaning to be rude or intrusive, even if he definitely came across that way more often than not. Maybe it just was a cultural difference... One thing was for sure though, in his home country it was considered highly unnatural to be homosexual. Whether or not he realized that what he was, he still viewed it as such.

Though through hatred didn't mean he was suppressing it. He had already gave up on doing that the moment he hired a gay prostitute to be his therapist.

 

"You don't ever have to answer to something you're uncomfortable with... You know that, of course."

 

The man added, seeing as it seemed Ace was already well aware of the fact from the way he had answered him.

Nikita could have asked more, and not about what the other had said. But maybe something about himself. To get that extra nudge he needed to say it, or say anything related to the topic instead of just avoiding it.

It was a sick game of tug of war, only instead of a rope it was emotions he was fighting over and he had involved Ace on the other side, pulling him in.

 

"I shouldn't have distracted you with all this nonsense... Just a moment."

 

The bed creaked softly as Nikita shifted his weight off the edge and pushed off so he could fetch the money.

He didn't even bother to count it, he already knew he was giving Ace more for rightfully having to go through such a painful session mentally it must have been torture.

All the poor guy wanted was sex, and all he gave him was a headache. But this time it wasn't worth it since neither of them seemed to be walking away feeling any better.

 

"Do you need a ride?"

 

The words left the man's mouth before he could take them back and realize what a stupid offer that was.

Ace probably couldn't fucking wait to get far away from him as possible and forget this ever happened. Not mention other obvious reasons why that Nikita felt too embarrassed to even mention mentally.

It took all his will power not to cringe at his own stupidity. Hadn't he humiliated himself and Ace enough for one night...?

They were both proud men in their own right. Nikita was good at what he did and Ace to his own.

[YellowMelon]

Ace gave a shrug of his shoulders when Nikita mentioned him having to deal with his nonsense. With the session now completely over, it didn't matter to him anymore. It was still unusual to have a client who genuinely wanted to just talk to a prostitute. His clients who claimed they only wanted to meet up and talk usually, always, wanted to do something more. Using the word "talk" was to hide what they were really doing from whoever may be looking at their phone at the time. Ace had been quick to figure this out, which is why actually talking was something he took as somewhat of a joke. He was a prostitute who wanted to do much more than talk, although he could clearly hold a conversation well. If he hadn't been talking like he did to Nikita, the session would have probably been much more uncomfortable for them both than it had been. All in all, it wasn't great, but it wasn't a disaster.

 

The prostitute counted the money given to him. He stopped when he counted the exact amount he needed, folded that amount and placed it in his back pocket, then continued to hold onto the tip. He didn't mind accepting tips when he'd done something, since a lot of his clients were generous tippers, but the extra money from Nikita didn't feel earned. He knew the other probably felt like he had to pay him extra for his troubles, and he clearly wanted to because he did. However, Ace hadn't done anything for him. He listened and conversed with him, which did not deserve a tip. He casually walked over to the gift bag he was still going to give Nikita and dropped the money into the bag. He had his session of money and that was all that mattered. Nikita could keep the rest.

 

"Do I need a ride?" Ace repeated, not offended, but making sure the client was serious about the offer. It wasn't common for a client of his to offer him a ride home and, if they did, he was always sure to be cautious before saying yes. There was one instance where he was asked if he wanted a ride home, like now, but the guy decided to change plans and drive him to his own house where he got another session out of the prostitute. Although not being taken home directly was surprising at first, he didn't mind the unexpected second session. He was paid twice in that day, even though he had to take a cab home in the end. Nikita definitely didn't seem like a person who would do that, though. He would be too nervous if he dared to try, so it was probably safe to take his offer. There was no real, definite answer to say no.

 

"I'm surprised you're bold enough to make such an offer." He admitted. "Are you sure you want to be seen with me?" By the way Nikita set up his two meetings with him it didn't seem like it. He hadn't bothered to greet him outside of the hotel or the hotel room last time or this time. If he didn't mind being seen with him a simple greeting at the door wouldn't have been a problem. "With our first meeting, even though I had left before you, I know you stayed in the hotel room longer, after our session. You still hadn't come out of the hotel when I called for a cab outside and left." He wasn't accusing the other of watching him, but he knew he had purposefully waited for him to leave.

 

"I will, still, gladly take a ride home from you though," Ace finally answered after his teasing. A free rid home was better than having to pay. He grabbed the gift bag before approaching Nikita, reaching out to button the dress shirt he had unbuttoned at the beginning of the hour. "You don't want to reveal what we actually did, do you?" He joked as he flattened out the wrinkled shirt with his hand, "Don't forget the suit jack either." He reminded as he headed for the door. "If I walk out first, I'm sure no one will notice, like last time." Ace half-joked, letting out a quiet sigh at the end. No one will notice until they got in the car together, anyway. Without Nikita, he opened the door and slipped into the hallway, headed towards the elevators.

[LoneDigger]

There was no taking it back now, but at least Ace had reacted a million times better than he had even expected after all that.

 

"Just a ride home. Nothing more."

 

He repeated, just to make sure that they were on the same page here and the other wasn't getting the idea that he was trying to be slick, or hell. Even in some desperate sad attempt to get invited in to just waste his time talking more.

But neither were the case. It was just a genuine offer for a free ride home.

 

"Truly I'd rather not be seen with you. But if someone does then we have to have a believable story. You are a childhood friend I reconnected with, you're just visiting the area for awhile."

 

It wasn't that Nikita enjoyed being deceitful or spinning up rumors, he was just seriously worried about his reputation and relationship.

Ace didn't know that he was married, nor did he need to know about it since that would only lead to questions.

Yet maybe it was already obvious to the prostitute why he didn't want to be seen. Even if they hadn't done anything together it still felt like he was cheating on his wife in another way. In a way even worse than sex could hurt someone, but like mentally.

 

"Good, because when I say something I mean it."

 

Nikita grumbled out, but settled back into a more quiet state as Ace helped fix him up.

It was awful, it only made him think of her again. It was something she too would have done, straighten out his clothes fondly.

That's what hurt. There was nothing wrong with his marriage. He loved his wife and they were in a stable relationship, yet he didn't feel fulfilled somehow. He was searching for something that she just couldn't provide for him.

 

"Well, aren't you a gentlemen."

 

The man scoffed to distract his own thoughts by teasing Ace lightly as he pulled on his jacket and straightened out, checking himself in the mirror to make sure everything looked normal. Even if eternally everything felt different like it was just screaming what he had done, what he was turning into.

Nikita let the appropriate amount of time pass, not too short, yet not too hastily in leaving the room.

He found Ace outside and casually he unlocked the car and climbed in, just waiting for Ace to do the same like this was just two old friends out for the night.

[YellowMelon]

Ace reached for the front passenger seat before suddenly deciding to slide into the backseat instead. If Nikita didn't want to be seen with him, then he wouldn't let him see him at all during the drive, except from the rear-view mirror. He positioned himself behind the driver, clicked his seatbelt in, and stared out the window as the car was pulled out of its spot. Despite having opted out of taking a cab, he somehow felt like he was in one anyway, although he hadn't given his address to this cab driver yet. He remained silent as Nikita drove, wanting to annoy the man because of what he had said. Even though he had guessed the other didn't want to be seen with him, it still bothered him that the blond agreed. He even went as far as to make up a lie for them to tell if anyone were to ask.

 

"Take a right at this intersection," the prostitute finally spoke up, "Then take a left on to the oncoming street." The street lead to a cul-de-sac (a dead end loop) with two three-story apartment buildings located at the bottom, parallel to, and facing, each other. "You can stop here." Ace took off his belt before the car came to a stop as it reached the end of the loop. "I appreciate you giving me a ride," he spoke softly to Nikita, "Drive safely." He left the white gift bag in the backseat as he slipped out of the door, slamming it shut after. Without glancing back at the car or driver, the prostitute jogged his way to the front door of one of the apartment buildings and let himself in. He didn't have far to go since he lived on the first floor.

 

Just as the door shut behind him, he brought himself to a window to watch Nikita leave. He couldn't say he would miss the guy, but his thoughts wished him well. He wasn't a bad client. Just unwanted. As the car disappeared from his view, Ace closed the blinds and made his way to his bedroom. It had been somewhat of a long day for him, physically in the morning and, more recently, mentally. He needed his rest.

 

* * *

 

He was on his way to see his first client of the day. Because of him, Ace wasn't able to afford the luxury of sleeping in, although he was used to it by now. He had to be flexible with his times. Still, to meet in the morning on any weekday was uncommon. Most of his clients worked in the morning, so he would always be booked after noon. This client was a regular of his though, and would always make strange requests, which is why he didn't bother to question him about the time. He stepped out of the cab when it arrived at the place he needed to be. Well, this was certainly new. He never expected he would want him at his workplace.

 

He followed the directions the man messaged him earlier to arrive at his desk, having to check-in with security before being allowed to enter the main part of the building. He counted each row he passed in the sea of cubicles when he lightly knocked on the fabric wall of the first in the tenth row.

 

"I made it on time, exactly."

 

"Glad to see you. I have to submit some last-minute paperwork to my manager before we go anywhere."

 

"Where should I wait?"

 

"Just right there," the worker suddenly stood from his chair, "I'm already late. Let me grab my papers from the printer, drop them off, and then we can leave."

 

All Ace could do was nod before his client left him alone at the cubicle while he rushed to the printer. He sat himself in the worker's leather chair, not wanting to take up space in the aisle, as he waited for his return.

[LoneDigger]

Going to work the next day was just what he needed. Not that Nikita ever had any feelings in particular when it came to working these days. Nothing negative at all, yet there was no real passion anymore. To him it was just simply something he did. Not that he didn't like it, but yet once you rise to top you may be committed at first, but once you get used to the feeling of power it just becomes common place.

 

Yet, he couldn't complain. Being busy and overseeing others gave him a sense of contentment he didn't really find anywhere else in his life so it was truly a good routine that would take something earth shattering to break. Or at least it seemed until that earth quake came in the form of one of his employees a bit too innocently delivering some papers to his office, but what was behind that was something he had already told himself last night that he would never, nor did he wish, to see again.

 

There he was. Ace the... he couldn't even bring himself to think of the word since it only made the hollow pit in his stomach seem to seize up with something paralyzing. His own guilt and suppressant.

But the feeling did not last long before Nikita tore his eyes away from... him, and looked at the other man instead. Acting as if he hadn't even noticed the guest.

 

"..You can just leave those here."

[YellowMelon]

Ace immediately stood when his client rushed past his cubicle and ushered for him to follow, clearly already excited. He obediently followed the silent command, which lead him to an all-too-familiar face. He paused outside the office door as the worker pushed his way through to drop off his papers. The shiny name plate on the door was what caught his full attention, daring not to confirm that the person in the office was the name listed on the door, but he already knew. He turned his head slightly and their blue eyes met before Nikita purposefully pulled his away. Ace did the same after. What little he knew about Nikita, and he regretted knowing more. Manager? Of this company? He didn’t know why it bothered him so to know this, but maybe what really bothered him was pretending they didn’t know each other.

 

“Come on,” the client whispered to him, leaving the office, and leaving the door open. Ace looked into the room one last time before he left, wanting some reaction from the manager who would not meet his eye.

 

Public sex wasn’t something that excited Ace, but he charged extra for it, so he did it. Plus, this wasn’t the only client who made odd requests like these, although this was the client who was most known for it. The prostitute was barely able to lock the stall before the other man had him on his knees. The cock in front of him required attention, and he began to wet it. As his mouth went to work, he placed one hand on the client’s thigh and the other between his own legs to release his cock from his pants. He slowly took the cock in his mouth, moaning as he did so. He could already taste the warm pre-cum on his tongue. With the man grabbing his hair, he knew what was about to come, and relaxed his jaw. The swollen appendage slid down his throat as the man thrusted his cock in and out of his mouth. Ace moved his hands to give attention to the other’s balls. His own cock was erect, begging for the same attention, but he ignored his own urges to finish his client.

 

The worker eventually pulled his cock out while Ace stood, pushing the man to sit as he straddled him. He pressed both of their cocks together and rubbed them with his hand, pressing his thumb against the slit of the worker’s cock, giving him release and pressure. Both let out short, rapid groans as Ace did this. Ace could feel himself starting to reach his climax while his client indicated this by closing his eyes. With a thrust of his hips, Ace let out of a moan as warm liquid met with his hand.

 

“That was great,” his client commended, leaning forward to kiss him on his neck as they took a moment to catch their breath.

 

After cleaning off themselves, with Ace making sure their appearances showed no hint of what they did, except for his hair being a bit messier than when he came in, his client paid him and returned to his work. The prostitute was still in the stall, checking the area over again before washing his hands. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth when he noticed the different directions strands of his hair were pointed. At times like these, he should think of carrying a comb.

[LoneDigger]

His first instinct was to just pretend this wasn't happening in his office right now, that he hadn't seen that face again. Ace wasn't here, he was off doing... well, whatever. But it had nothing to do with him anymore.

Yet he couldn't just ignore that one of his employees was hiring a prostitute to show up at work which was a huge problem.

Technically his shift was over, but from watching him leave out of the corner of his eye didn't look like they were just going to meet here and then take their business elsewhere.

...

Disgusting. Why would anyone want such a thing? And who would agree to it?

Yet this had never happened to him before and it wasn't exactly in the typical emergency protocol on how to handle someone who was having sex while still at the office.

It just didn't sound real to him, like something you might see in a film, but it didn't happen in real life.

 

Sigh.

Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be the one responsible for dealing with it since he was the boss, and this was definitely something against company policy.

If only he could have actually forgotten what he saw.

 

So he stood up reluctantly, but then straightened out. This was just something he'd have to handle and not act like some virgin who had never heard of public sex before. He wasn't innocent, but this was still beyond his comfort.

What was he supposed to do? Knock on the door and tell them to take it elsewhere?

It wasn't that hard, just say those words and leave, but once he found himself actually standing right there in front of the stall with the unmistakable scent in the air and the faint but obvious groans he found himself freezing up.

It wasn't out of fear however, far from it. Instead of doing what his plan was, he just stood there.

 

Voyeurism was just as disgusting as public sex in his eyes, yet here he was. Guilty.

Even worse as he snapped out of it and acted like he hadn't noticed anything as if he had just came in here to relieve himself, he had his own problem now.

He was shaking, he was so... furious at himself for letting this happen.

Here he was standing with his own rock squeezed between his hand, he couldn't even pretend that he had to take a piss like this now.

Surely they hadn't noticed being busier with each other? He zipped back up, tucking his erection away to conceal it the best he could while walking over to the sink to wash his hands, he couldn't even look himself in the mirror. Would his face be flushed, it felt hot.

 

This was ridiculous... utterly fucking ridiculous.

[YellowMelon]

Perhaps he had been too confident that he would hear when someone walked into the bathroom while he was in the stall. That would explain why he, ironically, had not noticed Nikita enter the restroom. He hadn't even recognized him when he was fixing his hair in front of the mirror. It was only now, while drying his hands, he noticed the other using the sink. Even though it was clearly the manager, he couldn't believe it, being in a small state of disbelief. His mind was telling him that it wasn't who he knew it was. He must be mistaking someone else for Nikita since he had just seen the man. Still, the resemblance his mind was making was uncanny. Would his eyes really deceive him? With his glasses?

 

Ace threw his paper towel in the trash and slowly approach the main, trying to get a peek at him from different angles instead of directly approaching him. If the other had looked up from washing his hands, he certainly would have spotted him, but Nikita seemed too occupied with the running water. The prostitute eventually approached the man from behind, tapping him lightly on the shoulder to get his attention. However, it must have been too light, or the other was ignoring him, because his attention was still on washing his hands. He was doing it almost obsessively. This concerned the sex worker, so he pushed his shoulder harder, then reached for the faucet handle and stopped the water from running.

 

"Do you have a fever?" Ace immediately questioned when Nikita faced him. His cheeks were tinted red, a sign he was either coming down with a fever or was in the process of recovering from one. To confirm his suspicion, the shorter man reached out and brushed his hand against the other's cheek, then pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. Both felt warm, but not burning. "You must be recovering from a cold," he stated proudly, thinking he had figured out the answer to his own question, "Oh, but that doesn't make sense." He began speaking to himself now, despite being in the presence of Nikita. He had seen him as a client yesterday, not even 24-hours ago, and he was fine. What an odd fever.

 

"Have you been overworking yourself?" Maybe since he had saw him he had somehow neglected himself. He was no doctor, but neglecting oneself could cause some sort of sickness, right? Ace had no reason to be this worried about Nikita, but he couldn't help it. There was something about the other man that made him concerned about him. He was showing he cared for him a little, although he usually didn't care about his ex-clients since past clients always lost contact with him. Seeing this one was a coincidence. "If so, you should be taking care of yourself better." He casually pushed away strands of loose blonde hair that covered the face of the other man. He needed him to look professional too. They were still at the company.