Page 38 of Steam

“Brace yourself, Henry,” the man says, acknowledging the fact that Henry has a name for the first time. “It’s gonna be colder than Rudolph’s asshole.”

Henry has no time to react to the weird turn of phrase because the man pulls open the sliding glass door and frigid wind whips into the room. His desire to see the view is more intense than his body’s reaction to the cold, though, and he steps out onto the balcony.

“Jesus, it’s cold,” Henry says. Logan steps onto the balcony behind him, and to Henry’s complete shock, the man gently wraps his body around Henry’s, shielding him from the wind as he drinks in the view. It’s an unexpectedly tender movement from the stranger, and his desire to see the view from the balcony outweighs his need to question the gesture.

Thousands of lights twinkle below. Headlights pressing down the street, casino marquees clamoring for attention, and the warm-looking windows of facing condos, hotels, and apartments. The thrum of humanity, reduced in darkness to dancing pinpricks of light.

Henry can only stand it for a handful of seconds, and he turns in the client’s grip, pressing his face up into Logan’s neck.

“Ok, I tap out,” Henry says. “It’s fucking freezing.”

Logan ushers him back into the bedroom, sliding the door shut behind him, and they enjoy the warmth of the room for a moment.

They’ve both lost their erections at the shocking cold, though. It simply won’t do.

“Why don’t you get comfortable?” Henry says, nodding towards the bed.

Logan follows directions easily, taking a spot in the center of the bed and peering at Henry. Henry relishes the opportunity to use his body again, gracefully taking his place kneeling in front of the other man, smiling up at him.

“Before we get started,” Henry says gently, “do you have any special requests? Anything off limits?”

Logan thinks for a moment before shaking his head.

“Show me what you got, I guess,” Logan says, shrugging.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Henry says. “Condoms and lube? I left mine downstairs—”

Logan leans to his nightstand, quickly producing a small bottle and a foil packet. Henry takes them from him, placing both on the foot of the bed.

“You’re making my job too easy now, Logan,” he says, returning to the center of the bed, straddling the other man’s hips. He presses down gently, guiding the man underneath him to scoot down the bed until he’s lying flat on his back. Henry grinds down, working his hips in a slow, controlled movement, and Logan’s hands are on him immediately.

* * *

The call boy is beautiful, almost ethereal on top of him—and as if under a spell now, Logan finds himself wanting to touch every part of him. He starts with Henry’s narrow hips, squeezing them again and appreciating the bones just beneath the skin, the firm muscle, as Henry moves on top of him.

He’s become so used to taking charge in bed, to having a partner who is almost as lazy as he is willing, that it’s hard to fight the urge to flip Henry down onto his face, to press the smaller man into the bed and set his own calculated pace. But as he tries to pull the man closer, Henry plants a firm palm in the center of his chest, using it now as a pivot point to grind against Logan’s hips but also to maintain the space between them.

And he seems to be taking a particular joy in drawing it out, in maintaining control, as he sways and twists on top of Logan with a smile.

* * *

After he hasLogan’s full attention, Henry decides to take pity on the man, closing the distance between them as he kisses into the other man’s neck, between his collarbones, down his chest. Light and adept, Henry weasels his way in between the other man’s thighs, sliding into place between his knees.

It hadn’t taken much to get the client hard again and Henry can tell he’s going to enjoy teasing the man relentlessly. He gently strokes Logan’s hard-on through his underwear and the man shivers, his cock straining against the fabric. Henry stills his hand on the other man’s groin as he begins to kiss—then lick—down his thighs. He goes impossibly slow until the man is almost squirming under his touch, bucking into his hand. Finally Henry buries his face, mouthing the man’s cock through the layer of fabric and breathing out warm. He traces everything he finds there with a press of his lips.

He draws back, then, gently grasping the waistband of the garment and inching it down, following the waistband with his mouth to press kisses into the sensitive skin below. To Henry’s relief, the trail of hair on Logan’s stomach meets a nicely groomed thatch of hair below, and as Henry inches his face lower, he’s met with the smell of soap and shampoo.

This guy really did make his job easy. Logan should write a public service announcement on how to prepare for your escort.

Henry slows to a stop when he’s halfway down the man’s cock—letting the elastic waistband pin his length—and Henry lays a warm, wet lick, circling the base of his cock in one motion.

The man is gone above him. Logan lets out a strangled groan.

Henry continues the slow descent, laying zig-zags with his tongue and he exposes more and more skin, until finally the man’s length is freed. Henry palms the member, appreciating and assessing for a moment. It’s generous and thick from base to flushed tip, and Henry offers up a silent prayer of thanks to whatever deity might be listening for blessing him with a perfect dick on this call.

He strokes Logan then, dry and light, still pinning the man’s legs together with his underwear as he leans up to look at the other man’s face.

“Damn Logan,” he says through a smile. “Are you sure I shouldn’t be paying you?”

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