One month later…

Since our first date, Olly and I have been trying to take things slow. We’ve done the traditional date night ideas like bowling and pizza, dinner and a movie, and tonight we’ve had so much fun on our first double date with Heather and Lucy. It was karaoke night at one of the cocktail bars not far from my place.

Heather and Lucy sang The Time of My Life together from Dirty Dancing, complete with most of the moves, although they skipped the lift much to Lucy and Olly’s disappointment. Olly and I decided to pick out songs for each other.

For me, he picked Sex Bomb by Tom Jones. He thought it was hilarious watching me look like a deer in headlights as the song started. I have to admit though, by the time I got to the first chorus I was really getting into it, thrusting my hips and pointing at Olly as I sang along to the words.

For Olly I picked Troublemaker by Olly Murs, which definitely felt appropriate. Unlike me, he was really into it right from the start, moving and shaking as he sang, earning him a huge round of applause from around the room when the song came to an end.

A few guys and girls were buying Olly drinks after his performance. A couple even tried flirting with him while he literally sat in my lap with my arms around him. I mean we couldn’t have looked like more of a couple if we tried, but when Olly told them he only had eyes for me, my heart soared. At least for a moment, until it dawned on me that I couldn’t say the same. Sure Olly was the only one I wanted, but he wasn’t the only one I’d been with since we got together.

Olly saw my face drop slightly and turned my head so I was looking directly into his eyes, “Hey, what’s going on in there baby?” He asked me softly.

“Nothing, just tired I guess,” I lied.

I’m sure he knew I was lying, but thankfully he let it go.

Three months later…

Olly and I never talk about my work, he never asks and I never tell. So far it seems to be working. I’ve stopped seeing all of my regular clients and now just stick to those that book one-off sessions. It’s not as rewarding financially, since I don’t get the opportunity to tailor my service to their needs, but getting to know my clients feels somehow more like I’m cheating on Olly.

The only time my job comes up between us now is if I need to change our plans in order to see a client. Although more often than not, I’ll decline a booking if Olly and I have arranged to spend the time together. I’m earning less but it’s enough to pay my bills and it gives me more time to spend with Olly, which is always a bonus.

We’ve been having a ‘proper date night’, as he teasingly calls it, once a week, fitting it in around his studies and my work. It’s the one night that I’ve blocked out for any appointments so that I can focus entirely on him. We’re not just together that one night a week, in fact our friends have said we’re so like a married couple that it’s sickening, but I can’t help it, I just love to be around him.

We’re lounging around on the sofa, Olly resting against me as we watch something mindless on TV when the agency’s app pings on my phone. I pick it up to see what it is and my face must show my surprise because Olly asks, “Everything alright?”

“It’s umm, it’s work,” I stammer, not wanting to say too much. 

He places his hand on mine, “Talk to me, David,” he gently soothes.

I take a deep breath, “It’s just a name I hadn’t seen in a while.”

“Ok, is that bad?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t opened it to look.”

“Do you want some privacy?” He asks sweetly. I pull him closer to me and kiss the top of his head, taking the chance to breathe in his fancy shampoo. 

“No, it’s ok,” I confirm, opening the app and the message, from Paulo.

Liam,

I’m in town again next week and would like to see you again. Same terms as last time, are you available?

Paulo

Wow, Paulo definitely wasn’t a regular but also wasn’t a one off, as he now wanted to see me again. It was one of these grey areas that I hadn’t yet decided what to do about since it hadn’t come up so far. He was also the first client to want me for more than a few hours, or a night, since I got together with Olly.

I could tell that Olly was waiting for me to speak, but I didn’t know what to say. I know that if Paulo was even half as generous as he was before, that the numbers of bookings I was now losing would be more than made up for, at least for a couple of months.

I checked the booking details and saw it was for a few days’ time, as he was landing the day after tomorrow. Could I do it? Spend a week apart from Olly, a week being the plaything of another man, the only other man I’d truly felt comfortable allowing to fuck me.

It was just one week, the money really would come in handy. One week and then I could go back to my normal routine of a smattering of unimportant clients and time with my man.

Taking another breath I spoke, “I, I’m going to have to go away for work.”

“Ok,” he said simply, clearly needing more details but not wanting to press.

“For a whole week, from Monday,” I added.

I see a glimmer of something in his eyes, sadness perhaps, that he quickly shakes off before saying, “It’s ok David, I understand, it’s work,” smiling at me. 

“I don’t have to,” I rush to add, “I know it would mean missing our date night.”

“David, one of us has to work so that I don’t have to,” he joked, and the laugh that comes with it just fills me with so much joy.

“If you’re sure?” I nervously ask.

Taking hold of my hand in his, he confirms, “I’m sure.” So with his blessing, and knowing I could do with the extra money, I use my free hand to tap the accept button for the booking.

Monday

Recently my Monday mornings have consisted of waking up with Olly beside me. The two of us grabbing breakfast together before he heads off to his classes around 10am. This is the first Monday in weeks that I’ve woken up in bed alone. I’m seeing Paulo today and I didn’t want Olly to have to witness me preparing to go see a client.

That and I’m sure if he’d spent the night, we’d have ended up having sex and I know Paulo would want as much cum saved up inside as I could. In fact I’d been saving myself since I accepted his booking, only making Olly cum while he was here on Friday and Saturday. If he thought anything odd about that, he didn’t say anything.

Making sure I am thoroughly showered, and wearing what I’d been asked, I lock up my apartment and head out towards the hotel. I pass the coffee shop where Olly and I usually got breakfast, and a sense of sadness sweeps over me. Sure we hadn’t been together for very long, not really, but we’d developed on our little routine and it worked.

Now my job was getting in the way, just as I knew it would. How could I ever deserve someone as sweet, kind and sassy as Oliver Spring? How could he possibly be ok with what I do for a living? I always knew this job wouldn’t be for life, but I never really planned for what’s next or when I’d have to give it up.

As I reach the doors of the hotel, I notice for the first time where I am. I’m just a couple of roads over from Olly’s little flat. He’ll be waking up there about now, I wonder if he’s thinking about me. Missing me the way I’m missing him.

I reach for the handle of the hotel’s door and…I can’t do it. I can’t be this version of me any more. Olly deserves all of me and I want to give all of me to him. I turn away from the hotel, pull out my phone and send a polite but curt cancellation to Paulo and change my availability settings to None.

On instinct I make my way the short distance to Olly’s flat, the front door of the building is open so I head straight in and make my way up. On knock on his door and hear the beautiful tones of my Olly, swearing as makes his way to the door. I just hear him say from the other side, “Who’s bloody knocking at this time,” before the door opens and stunned he asks, “David? What are you…”

“I Love You!” I interrupt, I didn’t know that was what I was planning on saying before it was out, but I do. I love Oliver Spring and I need him and the world to know it.

“You, what?” He asks, clearly confused and half asleep.

“I love you, Olly,” I say again, more tenderly this time, pulling him into my arms and kissing him with everything I’ve got. He willingly returns the kiss, and when we pull apart he replies with tears in his eyes, “I love you too. But, aren’t you supposed to be with a client?”

I laugh, “I quit.”

“You,… you quit?”

“Yes, I quit, I can’t keep being with others and see you. You deserve so much more than that Olly, you deserve the world. You are my world.”

He stands there stunned, his hair a rumpled mess, his lips bitten from our kiss and his skimpy briefs leaving very little to the imagination. Until that is, he questions, “What are you wearing?”

I look down and realise I’m not in one of my usual sophisticated outfits that Olly is used to seeing. I dressed for Paulo, so I’m in just a T-shirt and trackies which clearly show the effect his body is having on my cock.

“Oh,” is all I manage before he’s pulling me inside his flat, kissing me and leading me to his bedroom.