Chapter Four

Austin

Lynton wasn't home when Austin arrived at the house at the end of the cul-de-sac. No car stood on the driveway and the curtains were closed. Austin got out of his car anyway and went up to the front door. He rang the bell and knocked a couple of times before he admitted defeat and went back to his car.

Now what? Clearly Lynton hadn't gotten off from work on time, but how long would he be? Sitting and waiting only increased Austin's nerves. He had showered and shaved, and wore his best shirt and nicest underwear. What a fool he was. Why get dressed up to be used by a stranger? Maybe it was because it would be his first sexual encounter in way too long. Because, despite his anger at the perceived injustice of the situation and despite his fear, thinking about Lynton got him hard. The thought of being submissive to the vet excited him. God help him, what was wrong with him that he got off on the idea of being used? Was he so desperate for sex that he would take some cold-hearted fuck from a man using his body as merely an orifice to get off?

Wasn't it something more than that for Austin, though?

Being fucked by Lynton meant company. It meant a warm body against his for just the briefest time, to show Austin he wasn't alone in the world after all. To show him that someone desired him and wanted to be with him. To show he wasn't a forgotten man. Perhaps Lynton would treat him well. Perhaps he would kiss and hold him afterwards and Austin could imagine this as the start of a grand love affair.

Yeah, right.

He leaned back, eyes closed, took some deep breaths, and prepared to wait for as long as necessary. Let it not be said that he didn't pay his dues.

A car pulling into the drive roused Austin with a start. He slid up in his seat, blinking. Lynton climbed out of his car and locked it. Unsmiling, he gestured curtly towards the house with his head, and went to the front door.

Austin's heart sank further. Those dirty fantasies had left his head and he felt nothing but terror, disgust and shame. He had no idea how he was going to fake a performance here.

He climbed from his car, not bothering to lock it because no one in their right mind would steal the piece of garbage, and followed Lynton inside.

Lynton was just vanishing down the hall when Austin noticed shoes on the doormat. He kicked his own off and shut the door, making his way after Lynton into a gleaming, spacious kitchen, all granite surfaces and silver appliances.

Lynton's house was in a desirable neighborhood and clearly expensive. Austin presumed he didn't share it with anyone, at least no one human. A black cat curled around Lynton's ankles and the vet bent to pet it before he dished up some food.

Austin hovered anxiously near the door. The smell of the cat's food made him feel nauseous. Lynton opened the fridge and glanced his way. "You look like you're going to a firing squad." He pulled out a bottle of white wine.

Austin flushed. That was exactly how he felt.

"Drink?"

"Please."

Lynton poured two glasses and handed one to Austin.

"Thanks."

The cat ate while Austin and Lynton stood drinking, each watching the other.

"I don't think it's going to be as bad as you imagine," Lynton said. "You look terrified. I know you said I could do anything to you…"

Austin wished the ground would swallow him up.

"But really, my tastes aren't much different than anyone else's. I doubt I'll do anything to you that hasn't been done before. I'm not going to tie you up and beat you, or put my hand inside you. I'm quite vanilla really."

Austin's face was burning. He regarded Lynton coldly. That little speech made him feel just like the whore he was. He may as well give Lynton a list of prices for his services. Then again, Lynton could have anything he wanted, even things that wouldn't usually be on the menu. Because Austin had promised. Given himself away. Anything, he'd said. "Why don't we get on with it?"

Lynton eyed him. Then his face grew hard at Austin's steel tone. He beckoned curtly, walking out of the kitchen.

Austin gulped back the rest of his wine. With the alcohol going straight to his head and his legs shaking, he followed Lynton up a flight of stairs covered with a thick, cream carpet and into a large bedroom with a king-size bed. The curtains were closed here but the gathering twilight still cast some illumination through them.

Lynton went to the bedside drawer while Austin hovered. He took out a condom and a bottle of lube and left them on the nightstand. Austin was relieved he had supplies. If he hadn't, Austin would have refused to do it and left. That would have been one way to get out of this. Lynton turned to look at Austin and silence fell heavily between them. "Get undressed," the vet said flatly. He turned and walked into the en suite bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Austin looked at the exit, panic overwhelming him. Oh God, he couldn't go through with this. He just couldn't. Lynton clearly hated him. Did he hate him because Austin had offered himself so cheaply? Was he going to make sure this act was a punishment not a pleasure? He couldn't do this. He was terrified.

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Lynton

In the bathroom, Lynton stood looking at himself in the mirror. Christ, this was the worst mistake ever. He knew how this was going to go. Austin was going to lie there like a corpse while Lynton humped away for a few minutes and came to an unsatisfactory climax. He was going to make sure Lynton didn't enjoy it. That would be his punishment for being a bastard rather than a decent human being.

That was unfair, though. Austin was clearly anxious and afraid. Lynton could let him carry on being that way or he could inject some spice into the proceedings. He sighed and started to unfasten his shirt. He wasn't a selfish man, at least he hadn't been back in the late eighteenth century when he'd last gotten laid. Causing pleasure had always been one of his very favorite things. This didn't have to be the cold and clinical thing they had arranged between them. He could make it good for both of them if he tried.

He laid his clothes out on the hamper, then he walked naked back into the bedroom and caught Austin at the door, about to flee.

"What are you doing?"

Austin's face was so pale and filled with terror he looked like he was going to pass out. "I can't," he said in a small voice, trying not to look at Lynton's body. "I don't want to."

Lynton closed his eyes for a second and sighed. "We had an agreement."

"I know, but…" There were tears in Austin's eyes and Lynton couldn't bear it.

"Fine," he said. "I'm not a rapist. I'm not going to force you. Off you go." His heart had sunk to his feet. How had he caused so much fear that Austin was running away?

Austin moved, then stopped in the doorway, back turned. Lynton watched the conflict play out in the tense lines of his body. It was likely Austin was telling himself if he left now, he would have to pay for all the aftercare for Rupert and Lynton knew he couldn't. He didn't exactly have a choice even if Lynton wasn't going to hold him down. Austin lifted his head. Then he squared his shoulders and Lynton saw he had made his decision. He turned and started to unbutton his shirt and Lynton stood there naked, watching him.

Austin didn't want this. Lynton should send him away. He shouldn't make him do anything. But they had an agreement. Why should Austin get to back out of it?

Austin stripped his shirt down his arms. His torso was pale, lean and hairless. He was slim, but his biceps and abs were toned. Lynton doubted he could afford the gym, but nature had obviously been kind to him anyway. There wasn't much about Austin not to like.

Lynton's dick started to stiffen. Austin's glance shifted down his body and Lynton's cock liked that even more and thickened, jutting out. Austin bit his lip, standing in place as though for Lynton's approval. "Do you like what you see?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yeah," Lynton said, his voice sounding low and husky to his own ears. "Take it all off. Let me see all of it."

Austin swallowed. Lynton saw a hint of reluctant arousal on his face, color rising on his cheeks, and was encouraged. He likes seeing me hard for him.

Austin unbuckled his belt. He popped his button and drew down his zipper, shrugging the jeans off his hips. He wore white boxer briefs. While he had a decent bulge, he wasn't hard. Lynton was disappointed, but why had he expected Austin to be? He didn't want this, did he?

Austin sat on the end of the bed. He peeled off his socks and pulled off his jeans, discarding them. Then he stood, shoving his boxers down.

Lynton's gaze took in a flaccid cock and good-sized balls. Austin's bush was neatly landscaped. He wondered if Austin had trimmed specially for this evening. He licked his lips, liking the idea. He needed to see that dick hard. He couldn't fuck anyone who didn't have a hard dick.

"Kneel up on the bed," he said. "Facing away."

Austin did as he was told, climbing onto the bed. Lynton followed him, kneeling behind him. He felt Austin shudder as he got close, the mattress dipping. Excitement thrummed through his veins. He touched Austin at the nape of his neck. The closely cut hair was like velvet under his fingers. He felt a shiver. That was promising, although he guessed it could have been a frisson of revulsion.

Lynton made sure by pressing his lips to the same place, leaving a lingering kiss.

He heard Austin's breath catch. Oh, that was good, that was very good. He reached around and cupped Austin's throat lightly as he covered the back of his neck with unhurried kisses.

Austin's pulse beat a hard tattoo against Lynton's thumb. It reverberated through his body and seemed to join forces with his own, until he wasn't sure which heartbeat belonged to whom. He nuzzled Austin's hair, inhaling the sweet scent of shampoo and with his other hand, he traced a path down Austin's torso, stroking gently.

He found Austin's nipple, rubbing and pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Austin shifted against him as Lynton plucked at both nipples, rubbing his hard dick against Austin's ass. He heard Austin's breathing speed up, become louder, and he kissed his throat, moving over his jaw.

Austin stifled a sound. Was it a moan? Was Lynton's soft and gentle attention paying off? He hoped so. He'd find out. He glanced over Austin's shoulder and his heart sank. No. He wasn't hard. Frustration consumed him. Still, it was early in the foreplay. Maybe Austin needed more. Maybe he needed Lynton right down there on his cock before he got hard. Everyone was different. Lynton was the sort of guy who got hard just seeing a man in tight jeans. Like a teenager who never grew up. Maybe Austin needed direct touches to his erogenous zones and the nipples and neck didn't cut the mustard. Although how someone couldn't get hard when their throat was being kissed, Lynton didn't know. But maybe Austin's rapid breathing was just fear and he was never going to get hard. Fuck it. He should just get it over with.

But he slid a hand over Austin's hip and onto his thigh, moving onto its inner side before he cupped Austin's balls. That time Austin's breathing sped up some more, but Lynton guessed anyone's would if a stranger held their balls in his hand. He squeezed lightly and heard Austin's breath hitch in his chest. He shifted once more on the bed, spreading his knees. Was that inviting Lynton's touch? He wasn't sure. He was getting pissed off, losing the battle to make Austin hard. It didn't actually matter. Austin had offered himself as Lynton's toy. Nothing about their bargain said Austin had to get off. So why was Lynton so bothered?

Because I don't want to fuck a guy with a limp dick. It's not some shit porn film.

Enough was enough. He shoved Austin forward. "Get on all fours."

He shifted across the bed to the nightstand where he'd left his supplies for tonight. When he turned his head, he saw Austin on the bed with his ass in the air and head dipped and he could barely breathe with need. A perfect peach of an ass, firm and round and just made to be fucked. Lynton's dick throbbed. Oh God. His hand shook as he opened the lube, crawling back behind Austin.

"Open your legs."

Austin spread his ankles apart, doing as he was told, spine arched, head hanging down. Lynton breathed heavily with excitement as he trailed his hands over Austin's ass. But the room was getting too dark. He needed to see.

Moving over to the nightstand he flicked on the lamp, then settled himself back into position. He expected Austin to complain but there was no sound from his would-be partner for the evening. The soft glow of the lamplight revealed the smooth arch of Austin's back, a few moles and freckles scattered down its pale length and a small scar on one hip. Lynton pressed his lips to the purple blemish, then smoothed his fingertips over it. Austin swayed. Lynton saw his hands grip the pillow.

Encouraged, Lynton slid an arm around Austin's torso and kissed the small of his back, trailing down to his buttocks. He felt Austin tremble with every touch of his lips and the sensation made him so hard, he could barely think for all the blood deserting his brain. Lube dripped off his fingers. He spread Austin's buttocks apart and heard him give a squeak of what might have been embarrassment as Lynton feasted his eyes on the little hole uncovered.

Lynton stifled a groan. Pink and tight and hairless. Just waiting to be opened by his cock. He lowered his head, dipping his tongue into the cleft of Austin's ass, stopping just short of touching his entrance. Austin gasped. He squirmed under Lynton's hands. That was more like it.

Lynton felt below him, keeping his tongue in the crease of Austin's ass while weighing his heavy sac, massaging and squeezing. Austin's skin tasted and smelled good. Lynton wanted to suck his balls and work his way down the length of his cock until he could take it in his mouth and get Austin to fuck his throat. More than any of that though, Lynton badly wanted to rim Austin, wanted to push his tongue inside his ass and fuck him with it, but he was so turned on, he had a feeling he would come as soon as he touched his tongue to that sweet hole.

He put more lube on his right hand, because most of it was smeared over Austin's ass. Austin flinched at the cold gel. Lynton kissed his buttocks while he used the pads of two fingers to locate his entrance and massage the gel in, taking his time, opening Austin up to him.

Austin shivered. His skin was hot and felt as though it seared Lynton's lips. He felt ready to explode. Somehow he had to contain himself until he was where he wanted to be. He spread Austin open again with one hand because he had to see, had to watch his fingers disappearing into that tight rosebud.

Austin whimpered as Lynton's fingers penetrated him, two at once, sliding slickly all the way inside. Lynton took it easy, fucking Austin with them gently, taking his time, trying to establish if his sounds were pain or pleasure. It sounded like both. He wasn't sure, but it was so fucking hot, Lynton didn't want to wait. He couldn't.

But wait he did. First he wanted to see what he could achieve with his fingers. He curled them towards him, taking his time, pressing on the little bump he discovered and rubbing.

Austin hissed, jerking under his touch as though electrified, then bucking into it, groaning, rocking against Lynton's fingers. He gripped the bed covers with one hand, twisting and clenching.

Lynton smiled to himself as his dick throbbed with need. He dipped his tongue down into Austin's cleft once more and this time let himself run it teasingly around Austin's glistening hole while he fingered him.

Austin smothered a moan. He pushed back against Lynton's tongue, his thighs trembling. Christ, was he going to come? Lynton reached around him with his other hand. Surely to God he had done enough now? He discovered a second paradise. A hard as steel cock, dripping pre-cum.

Oh thank you, God.

He clamped his hand around his partner's cock and Austin pushed into his fist, then back, his groans overt now, fucking himself with wanton abandon on Lynton's fingers.

"That's it," Lynton said. "Fuck yourself."

Austin moaned aloud this time, a moan that nearly undid Lynton. Breathing hard, Austin gyrated against Lynton's fingers, his dick swelling ever harder in Lynton's hand.

"God," Lynton said, pressing kisses to the small of Austin's back. "You're beautiful."

Austin groaned something incoherent, riding Lynton's fingers and panting for breath and Lynton smiled to himself and thought he was the luckiest man in the world right at that moment. There would be no corpse fucking after all. Only amazing sex with the hottest man Lynton had ever had in his bed.

He withdrew his fingers, sitting back on his heels where he grabbed the condom packet. Austin looked back over his shoulder and their gazes met as Lynton ripped open the rubber with his teeth.

"Okay?" Lynton asked, to make sure, because maybe they might fall now at the final hurdle. Austin saying no at this point as Lynton got his cock almost inside the holy grail was a tragedy he didn't want to consider.

Austin didn't reply. He shifted on the bed, spreading his knees ever wider, dipping his spine, presenting his ass.

Oh, he wanted it all right.

Lynton rolled on the rubber with unsteady hands.

Austin gasped as Lynton's thick length pressed a moment against him, rubbing the head of his dick over his hole, lubricating his way, before he gripped Austin's hips and took him all the way to his balls.

Austin cried out. For a moment they were both still, Austin impaled, shaking and whimpering, Lynton gritting his teeth against the climax that wanted to turn him inside out. God, it was a thousand times better than all those fantasies he'd had lying in his bed with his hand around himself. Lynton couldn't move. He was smothered by tightness that seemed to squeeze his chest and his throat as much as his cock.

Taking a deep breath, he held Austin by the hips, withdrew, and pushed back inside, deep into him, giving him every inch.

Austin's breath came in shaky rasps, punctuated by moans. He clawed at the bed covers. Lynton set a swift pace, long, smooth strokes, nailing Austin and making him cry out with every thrust. He hoped Austin would cry his name. There was nothing better than hearing your name on the lips of the man you were fucking.

But he soon realized this wasn't enough. He needed to be closer, more intimate with Austin and he was wishing he had fucked Austin on his back, so he could look down at his face and make sure the noises he was making were really the pleasure they seemed to be. It mattered to Lynton more than he could express.

Lynton grabbed Austin around the torso with both arms. He sat back, pulled Austin with him onto his lap, and thrust up hard into him. Austin was like a bundle of jelly in his grip. He tried to hold onto the bed as Lynton's thrusts almost dislodged him. He was trying to ride Lynton but they were a complicated mash of tangled thrashing limbs, loud gasps and moans, and sweat-dampened skin, sticking together and peeling apart. With his face against the back of Austin's damp head, mouthing his hair, Lynton felt himself grinning. While he was about to explode, at the same time, this was enormous fun, the most fun he'd had in ages. Their bodies were out of sync, wild and free, driving themselves and each other to climax with everything between them forgotten. How they had ended up in this position and what it meant.

Austin's chest was heaving. Their lovemaking was at fever pitch and Lynton was moments away. He didn't want to come before Austin. He wanted the man he'd forced into his bed to have the time of his life and want to come back for more.

Wait. Come back for more? Have I got plans todo this more than once?

Well, Austin offered, didn't he?

Austin's head fell back. He turned his face and their lips collided like magnets in a kiss that stunned Lynton and curled his toes. Whatever he had expected from this, it hadn't been a kiss. He had never imagined Austin would want to kiss him. Austin opened his mouth. He gasped, kissing Lynton hard, his lips sweet and so soft and Lynton drowned, as they exchanged breath and saliva, devouring each other and driving Lynton right to the finish line.

Shuddering, shaking, with Austin's tongue in his mouth and that wonderful, lean body bouncing on his, Lynton grabbed Austin's cock and gave it a few firm jerks before he felt the waves around his dick. The clenching of Austin's muscles, the ripples milking his shaft inexorably, over and over again, taking him over the edge.

A cry burst from Austin's chest. Semen spurted over Lynton's fingers. Becoming almost insensible, Lynton tried his best to hold onto Austin's bucking body as he came too, arching against Austin's back, burying himself so deeply, he hoped never to come out alive.

Gasps and groans punctuated the afterglow. Still they kissed, slow and long now, but no less deeply, tongues exploring.

Lynton sank back, rolling onto his side, pulling Austin with him so they were spooned, still entwined, damp skin stuck together, one ribcage heaving against the other's.

He hid his face against the back of Austin's neck, tasting sweat and wet hair, one sticky hand gripping his partner's torso. He had no words after what had just happened. He couldn't remember the last time he'd experienced such earth-shattering sex.

Some time elapsed before he was capable of moving, by which time he'd regained his senses. He eased free of Austin.

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Austin

Austin felt cold with the sweat drying on his back once Lynton moved. He was dizzy and disorientated, his limbs weak and trembling. He hoped Lynton would cover him up and let him sleep. More than that, he hoped Lynton would come back and spoon him all night. Make him feel safe and warm and…in a parallel universe, loved. He blinked, glancing over his shoulder as Lynton got up off the bed.

"You can go now."

Austin stared blankly, confused. The en suite door closed. Had he just heard right? He sat up, his head swimming, his body tingling. He shifted to the edge of the bed, shivering and sore. That was it? He was being thrown out? Lynton didn't want to go again and get his money's worth? Had he really been that bad?

He bit his lip and located his boxers on the floor. His best ones, because the endless romantic in him had wanted to look good. Wanted Lynton to appreciate seeing Austin in his underwear, and then naked, no matter the business nature of this transaction.

And business it was. Austin had no right thinking about nice underwear or spooning. For a little while, they had both lost themselves in each other, disappearing to a world where nothing mattered but pleasure. That could never be sustained. Lynton had blown his load and he was done with him. It was over. They were back to vet and client.

Austin's debt was paid. He slid miserably into his clothes.

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Lynton

From the bathroom Lynton heard footsteps on the stairs before the front door closed. A moment later, his cat meowed outside the bedroom door. Lynton turned on the shower. He submerged himself beneath a cold spray, eyes closed and fists clenched.

It hadn't been the best way to conclude their business, but how else to avoid awkward conversation after? It had been a one-off, something never to be repeated, no point in trying to turn it into anything else by indulging in pleasantries and another glass of wine while trying to usher Austin to the door.

It was better this way. Which didn't help the cold weight in the pit of Lynton's stomach.