'Til There Was You

by Jerry Cole

  “You and your goals,” Austin grinned. He already knew what Finn was about to ask, and couldn’t wait to dismiss him.

  “But you just told me that your novel doesn’t do that. What did you call it again?”

  “Historical-Fantasy.”

  “Yeah, that.” Finn went to take another sip, but then remembered his drink was empty and he was waiting on his next. He’d only meant to have one or two... but that was long since a thing of the past. “Historical-Fantasy revolving more around the kingdom or whatever, than an actual person.”

  “You’re starting to get it,” Austin teased. He was grinning profusely now, looking the most confident and comfortable Finn had ever seen him. He finished his drink and waved to the bartender for another also.

  “But that is my point!” Finn’s freshly made drink landed in front of him and he eagerly took a long sip. “If there’s no character to follow, and no goal, how does the book end? I don’t get it.”

  Austin could not have looked more delighted if he had tried. “You’re just going to have to wait and see.”

  “Not too long, I hope,” Finn pumped his eyebrows.

  “Isn’t that on you?”

  “Ha!” Finn threw back his head and laughed. “I’m seeing you the same time next week – but you keep this up, I’m going to demand you have the book done by then. I’ll force you to bang the whole thing out in a week if I have to. The cheek,” she scoffed to himself.

  “Force me?” Austin tilted his head and smiled knowingly. His drink arrived, but he kept his blue eyes trained on Finn as he reached for it and took a sip. “How exactly?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see,” Finn chided before he could stop himself. He’d always been a flirt when he knew that he shouldn’t have been... but this was something else, and Finn wasn’t sure what.

  It had started when the two were clothes shopping earlier that day. Finn had known going in that he and Austin were going to get along, but he’d had no idea just how much that would be. One thing that Finn did hate about this job were the times that he was forced to work with clients he disliked. Sometimes they were boring. Other times they had nothing in common. And a few times they were just bad people. Austin was none of these things.

  Finn’s first impressions of him had not been positive. Weak, cowardly, completely lacking in self-confidence... to name a few things. Now though, after just one day spent together, he knew that Austin was completely different to what he had expected going in. The guy was a marvel.

  Austin was funny. He was interesting. He was kind. He was surprisingly charming. The only thing that he wasn’t, was confident, but that was very quickly changing. Now that he was comfortable around Finn, now that he knew him a little better, now that he had opened all the way up, he was a completely different guy... a guy that Finn was starting to like.

  And so, Finn had agreed to grab a drink with him. Not only was it a mini-celebration for a first session gone well, but Finn actually wanted to spend more time with the guy. He loved talking about film and tv and pop-culture, and knew that Austin did too.

  The bar they’d chosen was a small hole-in-the-wall type deal that neither had ever been too. The place was empty, seeing as it was a Tuesday afternoon, but that didn’t matter. They sat themselves down in a booth at the very back, ordered some drinks and got to bonding.... and then some more bonding... and then a little bit more. Austin opened up more about his relationship with Freddy, Finn explained to Austin his relationship with his son, and the two spoke about everything in between.

  As said, Finn had only meant to have one drink but he was now four deep and didn’t seem himself stopping anytime soon.

  The only real question left was, what now? Ordinarily, if Finn got on this well with another gay man, he’d be doing everything in his power to get him into his bed... or living room... or the bathroom at the bar. But did Finn want that for Austin? Honestly, he wasn’t sure. Not only was he a client, but he also wasn’t Finn’s type... at least he hadn’t been. With his new look and newfound self-esteem, he was certainly much more Finn’s speed than he had been.

  “What?” Austin asked sheepishly. “What are you looking at?”

  Finn hadn’t even realized he was staring. His eyes were working themselves up and down Austin, taking in every inch of him. “Oh... just admiring my handy work,” Finn waved off coolly.

  “You’re handy work?” Austin rolled his eyes. “What did you do?”

  “Puh-lease,” Finn rolled his eyes back. He then finished his drink and indicated to the bartender for another. “I’m the one that got you to that barber.”

  “But he did all the work.”

  “All right,” Finn scoffed. “But I chose your outfit.” He indicted to the green and black stripped button-down shirt that Austin was wearing. It was undone down his chest, and loose enough that it didn’t emphasize his skinny frame. “That was all me.”

  “True.” Austin pushed his lips together in thought, then nodded his head once. “I’ll give you that – but only if you admit that my handsome face deserves a little bit of credit.”

  “Ten percent at most.” Finn stuck his tongue out. He was starting to feel very tipsy now, maybe even drunk. When his next drink landed in front of him, he knew he should have left it... but didn’t, of course. “Maybe twelve percent in the right lighting.”

  “So generous.” Austin then flicked his blond hair back in the way that his hairstyle was designed for, and in that very moment, that one action, Finn had to admit that he looked fucking sexy as hell.

  It was amazing what a little self-care could do for a person. And just the bear minimum too! All Austin had done was get a proper hair-cut, buy some nice clothes and he was absolutely glowing from self-confidence, which in turn made him that much better looking. Although to be fair, Finn was now starting to realize that Austin had always been very attractive, it had just taken him a little while to see.

  It was Austin’s cheek-bones that did it. They sat high and were very pronounced and angular, this in turn gave his face an almost alien-like quality that was common in super-models. His eyes were extremely blue and glassy, and his lips were very thick and luscious. There were some men out there that would consider Austin a Grade A hottie, and although Finn wasn’t there yet... he might be soon.

  “This rating system is doing wonders for my self-esteem,” Austin joked and flicked his hair back again.

  “Huh?” Finn blinked. He’d been busy checking Austin out again and had missed what he said.

  “My self-confidence. Isn’t that the whole point? Get that peaking and the rest takes care of itself... or something.” Austin licked his lips, leaving just a thin slither of saliva coating them.

  “Something like that,” Finn chuckled. Then, before he could help himself or remind himself to keep it together for the sake of professionalism, he continued with, “Besides, self-confidence shouldn’t be an issue for you. Not with that big dick of yours.”

  It was a stupid thing to say. Fuck. Why, oh why, did he say that? He knew he shouldn’t have! He knew it was inappropriate! But sometimes, the fuckboy urge was just too strong. God, Finn needed to take control of himself, and fast.

  “Huh?” Austin balked, blushed bright red, and blinked furiously. As he did so, he shuffled in his seat as if trying to hide his package. “I don’t... it’s not that... I...”

  Finn rolled his eyes. He could feel the vodka settling now, steering him from a little buzzed toward well and truly drunk. “No need to be ashamed. You have a big, fat cock. Be proud.”

  Austin’s face was like a beetroot, but he forced himself to meet Finn’s daring stare. “Fair,” he said and quickly raised his eyebrows. “It’s big.”

  “How big?” Finn dropped his voice, speaking almost in a whisper. In this moment, Austin was no longer a client and potential friend. He was a hottie with a delicious cock that Finn wanted to see.

  “Ah...” Austin shuffled in his seat and folded his legs. “That’s not really...
big enough? I don’t know,” he shrugged awkwardly.

  Finn sighed and rolled his eyes. Then, without really thinking because that was for five minutes ago, he shuffled from his side of the booth and quickly slide in beside Austin, right up next to him. “Come on then, show me.”

  Austin was so shocked that Finn thought he might just pass out. His body stiffened, his eyes widened, his breathing became intense and stagnated. “You’re not...” he wheezed and hacked as he looked around the empty bar. “I can’t... are you... is this part of...”

  “I want to see it,” Finn demanded. He too glanced around the bar, making sure that no one was watching. Even if they were, the two were tucked back in the corner enough that no one would have noticed what was going on. “Think of it as a test.”

  “A test?”

  “Yeah... a self-confidence test. The old Austin would never have pulled it out under the table. The new, hot Austin doesn’t give a fuck.” He raised a challenging eyebrow at Austin, all the whole ignoring the voice in his head that told him to stop.

  “And then what?” Austin gulped, but the slight shift in his tone suggested he was considering.

  Finn shrugged but then licked his lips. “Nothing. I just want to see it.”

  Austin’s shock was very quickly turning to acceptance. He was no longer blushing, or breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Rather, he wore a sly smile, had his legs uncrossed and was leaning back just enough to give himself easy access. Finn shuffled in his seat so as to block the rest of the bar from view, but the whole time kept his eyes on Austin’s package.

  “All right...” Austin said slowly. He moved his hands to his belt buckle and undid it. “But just for a moment.” He then undid the button at the top of his jeans, unzipped his pants and quickly shuffled them down.

  Finn remained wordless. His eyes were trained on Austin’s crotch; hungry, determined, carefree and not thinking about the consequences. He licked his lips as he felt his heart rate begin to rise. He blinked back the sweat that was beading on his brow. He readied himself...

  “Jesus...” Finn exhaled at the sight of Austin’s monster... that was the only word he could think to describe it. He licked his lips again. “Yeah... like I said... confidence isn’t something you should be worried about.”

  “Shut up,” Austin said, sounding embarrassed.

  “Seriously... goddamn.”

  Austin’s cock was huge. Like, really big. Already fully erect, it stood straight up, almost reaching the bottom of the table it was hidden under. Un-circumcised too, the foreskin was forced down the shaft, revealing a purple head that throbbed with every breath that Austin took. Also, there were thick veins snaking their way up the side, no pubic hair to speak of, and a glean to the tip that suggested a little bit of pre-cum had already snuck its way out. The thing was marvelous.

  “You’re a bottom, aren’t you?” Finn asked without taking his eyes off the thing.

  “Yeah.” Austin’s breathing was deep and slow. Finn could see him trying to decide if he should put it back, or keep it out a little longer.

  “Good,” Finn chuckled. “I don’t think you’d really have a choice.”

  “Just blow-jobs,” Austin added. “Which I’m all right with. Trust me.” A nervous chuckle and his eyes flicked around the bar again.

  The moment had already gone too far... even before Austin’s dick had made an appearance. So as Finn stared at it, as he hungered for it, he wondered if it was worth pushing things a little further. Yes, Austin was a client. But still... Finn loved a good cock, and this was one for the books. He could feel his own pants tightening, his own blood pumping. He was as turned on as he’d ever been.

  “And hand-jobs too.” Without warning, Finn reached under the table and wrapped his hand around Austin’s engorged member.

  “Whoa!” Austin made to shuffle back, but didn’t. His body tensed, but he didn’t dare move. Rather, he pushed his crotch up a little, and even shuffled for easier access.

  Finn kept his hand around Austin’s thick piece. He squeezed slightly and began to move his hand up and down, slowly, up and down, up and down. Austin groaned his pleasure, so Finn leaned forward just a little and allowed for some saliva to fall from his mouth and onto the head. It dangled just above the tip, wrapped around it and then stuck.

  “Christ.” Austin’s breathing was heavy and intense.

  Finn quickly moved his hand up, running it over the saliva and using that to coat the rest of Austin’s cock. “You like that?” he growled in Austin’s ear.

  “God yes,” Austin moaned. His eyes were closed now, his head back, his mouth open as he lost himself in the moment.

  “Good.” Finn continued to stroke. He glanced around the bar again, confirming that no one was paying them any mind. And then he continued.

  For the next five minutes, Finn sat right beside Austin and stroked his python. Up and down, up and down. He twisted his hand slightly as he went too, and every now and then he’d spit a little more, coat the piece up and then keep going. He could feel the cock pulsating in his hand, he could feel Austin’s leg shaking, his breathing intensifying, his ejaculate building. He wanted to make him cum. He wanted to see that cock in action.

  “So close...” Austin groaned as Finn continued to work him.

  “I want you to blow all over the bottom of the table,” Finn whispered in his ear. “Coat it.”

  “I will... I... I... I...” Austin’s body began to seize. His breathing stopped dead. His leg shook like he was being electrocuted and then, suddenly, his sticky, white cum shot sprayed from out the tip of his dick and hit the table.

  Finn held on firm, gripping at the base and pushing upward as if milking him dry. “Good boy,” Finn congratulated as he helped empty him. Cum drizzled from the tip and dripped down the sides and over his hand. “Very good.”

  “That was... that was...”

  The moment that Finn felt Austin’s cock begin to soften, he let go, wiped his hand on the seat and then returned to his side of the booth. “Well... shall we call it a night?” Finn said coolly.

  Austin didn’t respond. Cock still out, face flushed red, entire body shaking, the man looked like he’d just seen a ghost. He sat in silence, looking nowhere in particular, his mind racing as he most likely tried to comprehend what had just happened.

  As for Finn? He decided that the best thing to do was play it cool. What he had just done was probably a mistake, but he’d do his best to act like it wasn’t. And when Austin brought it up later, he’d say it was part of his teachings, or a bit of fun or something like that. Best to pretend it never happened. For the sake of his lessons, if nothing else. He just had to hope that Austin could do the same.

  But regardless of all that, even though Finn was sure that this was a one-time slip up that he’d easily be able to move on from. But, there was no forgetting that cock. The darn thing was now seared into his brain. Seriously, it was a very, very delicious looking penis.

  Chapter Eleven

  Austin was feeling nervous, and rightly so. His leg shook underneath the table, his hands were tightly folded on top of it but shook also, and his entire body... actually, let’s just say that he was shaking from head to feet. It was a nervous energy that he’d been feeling since roughly six in the morning when he first woke up and realized what day it was. It was the day he was finally going to be seeing Finn again.

  One week ago, Austin had one of the most intense sexual experiences of his life. Maybe the most intense! What had started as an innocent, friendly drink even, had soon escalated to the point where he’d had his cock out under the table at a bar while Finn literally jerked him off. It was insane!

  And Austin had never seen it coming either. Oh sure, there was a little bit of innocent flirting leading up to it. And yes, they were both just a tad tipsy, if not drunk. But to think that it would all lead to... seriously, Austin got hard just thinking about the moment. Indeed, he had thought about it a lot over the past week and jerked off to it e
ven more than that. That scene in the bar really was that fucking hot.

  But then it had ended. Austin had exploded under the table, he’d gone limp and Finn had shuffled back to his side of the booth. The two had then finished their drinks in relative silence, Finn had called it a night and the two parted ways. Still in shock, Austin had elected to stay at the bar for one more, to which Finn had smiled his understanding. He’d then given Austin a squeeze on the shoulder, told him he’d see him next week for the next session, and then he was gone.

  Austin had only heard from Finn once since then, and that was yesterday via text message confirming that today’s session was still a go. It was such a cold, distant message too. There were no names mentioned, no pithy language, or jokes, or anything at all. Just a “Yes or No” confirmation, to which Austin wrote back a simple “Y.”

  It had been a long week and Austin had spent most of it thinking about Finn. He still wasn’t sure what he thought of his handsome mentor, only knowing that he wanted to see him again. Obviously, he found him attractive, and commanding, and confident, and sexy and all of those things. That was a given. And there was clearly a closer personal connection between the two that couldn’t go ignored. But was that it? Was there more? Finn was so out of Austin’s league it wasn’t funny, so he assumed that there wasn’t anything else to the hand-job than a moment of weakness, but he so wasn’t sure.

  That was what today was really going to be about. They had their second session together, and Austin wanted to use it to gauge how Finn acted. If there was even a hint that Finn might be interested, that he might want something more. Austin liked to think he would jump at the chance. But it had only been a week, and a man could only change so much in that time. In all likelihood, Austin would somehow blow it.

  “Can I get you another coffee, hon?” The waitress couldn’t have been any older than sixteen, yet she had more piercings in her face than a pin cushion.

  “Huh?” Austin had been staring at the door to the café, waiting for Finn to walk through. He wanted to see him first, so as to mentally prepare himself.