LOVER FOR PAY: The Escort & The Teacher (M/M)

by A. J. Blake

  “Hello, Henry,” the teacher nodded, awkwardly.

  “Ello!” Joyce tapped Marbell’s leg, waving up at him.

  At the sight of the bubbly four-year-old, Marbell knelt to her level and smiled, “Hi, there,” he said kindly. “Your name is Joyce, right?”

  “Uh-huh,” Joyce nodded, and then she tugged at her eldest brother’s jeans, “London!” she introduced him.

  Marbell stood again, meeting London’s light hazel eyes, “I know who he is,” he said.

  When London stepped over Joyce, she followed him outside while Henry thankfully stayed in. Marbell took a seat on an iron chair at a small, round table on the porch, London taking the chair opposite him. For a moment they just sat there in silence, London’s attention drawn on his sister as she played in the yard. To anyone, it would seem like he wasn’t acknowledging Marbell one bit, but his mind was running miles with the man so near. He was still embarrassed due to his actions at Wonderland, and a little fearful of what was about to come out of Marbell’s mouth when they finally began to talk about the situation impending.

  What London was most afraid of was this whole thing turning into a dull, cliché movie that was bound to go horribly wrong. He didn’t want to be the second lover in a story like those. He didn’t want Marbell to sit across from him and tell him he was in love with a woman, while also wanting to be in a relationship with him. That’s not something London was going to put up with.

  At least, he trusted in himself to not put up with something like that. If there was one thing he knew, it was that he deserved so much more than that.

  “Before you say anything,” London started, “I feel like I should let you know something.”

  Just the tone of London’s voice was enough to make Marbell nervous of what was going to be said. “What is it?” he asked.

  Resting his elbows on the table, London ran his hands back into his hair, tangling his fingers into the droopy curls. He sighed, crestfallen as he was, and said, “If what you have to tell me about why you’re married isn’t what I want to hear, as much as it really does pain me to say this, I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. I don’t care about your money, or any kind of smooth talk, if I can’t take it, we will be parting ways today. I have a family to focus on, and I don’t need any reckless drama in my life.”

  Marbell nodded, “I understand. Although, I feel horrible for having lied to you in the beginning, I do hope that by the end I don’t lose you. London, I am being completely honest when I say that ever since we continued seeing each other after our first night, you have been where my focuses lie. You are the very first person I think about when I wake, and the last before I fall asleep. To think I’ve likely ruined everything with my selfish need to keep secrets weighs heavily on my back.”

  With just those words, London felt a slip in his confidence. He almost had to hold himself back from jumping up to kiss the teacher. Restraining the strong will to yield to such a confession, London looked off towards Joyce, and said, “Why didn’t you tell me you were married?”

  Marbell kept his eyes on London, not wanting to give the slightest offence of appearing distant and unreliable by looking jaded as he spoke. “In simplest terms,” he said, “I didn’t want to. You see, London, I am not bisexual like you. I can’t hide a part of me behind a woman and be content with it. I’m not saying that’s something you would do, or anyone of that matter, but when I was younger, bisexuality, heterosexuality, and pansexuality were orientations I envied of others. I wanted to be able to look at a woman and develop a bond, a relationship, anything that would deter me from seeking love from a man.”

  “You didn’t like the fact that you’re gay?” London asked, making sure to watch out for Joyce since she was still in the yard.

  “No, I didn’t,” Marbell said. “At a vulnerable age I was exposed to the views of my father. He was the epitome of homophobia, and I wanted to do all I could to avoid having him find out that his only son was something he hated. For majority of my life I avoided pursuing relationships with people. Through middle school and high school, I kept my head in the books, thinking maybe if I could keep my mind busy with Pre-AP and AP academics, I wouldn’t have to think about the people around me. For the most part, it worked. Until I went to university.”

  London followed Marbell word for word, not able to see how someone like this could end up married, to a woman nonetheless. The man wasn’t finished, but even now nothing added up.

  Marbell continued, “I was lonely overseas at university. When you spend seven years finding ways around being who you are, life gets tedious and you begin to crave some things, but what ran across my mind only ever managed to remind me of how much I didn’t want to be myself. So for two more years, until I was twenty, I kept talking myself out of same-sex...activities, if that’s what I can call it. And then I met Vivian.”

  Just hearing the name was enough to upset London, “This is your wife?” he asked

  “Yes,” Marbell nodded, “but at the time she’d been just a friend. My first in university. I’d become rather close to her, confiding in her as she’d done to me as well. Being what I considered my best friend at the time, I decided she’d be the only person I told about my homosexuality, and how badly I wanted to change it so I could live an “easy life”, instead of maneuvering that kind of life around my father for the rest of mine.”

  “Oh, no,” London shook his head, leaning back in his chair, “Don’t tell me she told you dating her would change you...”

  Marbell closed his mouth.

  “She told you dating her would change you, didn’t she?”

  The teacher nodded then, “I was naive, I was anxious to get rid of this me, London. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know what else to do. For the most part, everything in the beginning was fine. I introduced her to my father and he loved her right off the bat, so that was a good thing for me. I didn’t have my father pestering me anymore on when I was going to get a girlfriend. What was bothering me, though, was the fact that I hadn’t changed a bit. I did not think of Vivian romantically nor did I want to. I just didn’t see her in that light.”

  London dragged a hand of frustration down his face, “If you tell me she said sex was the key, I swear to god.”

  Again, Marbell held his tongue.

  “Marbell, really!? What that fuck! Y’know, for a genius you sure were stupid.”

  “I know...” the teacher agreed, “But the sex was disgusting to me. I even threw up the first time.”

  “The first time?” London sighed, “So there were more?”

  “Yes. Until I could do it without feeling sick. So I just tried to disconnect myself from reality whenever we would, and for the most part it worked. We’d been together for two years then, and I decided that since it’d been long enough, and my father had taken a liking to her, marriage was the next step. Not a thing about me had changed from when I discovered my sexuality, but I was tired of trying to get rid of it. Just continuing to hide it seemed like the next best thing at the time.”

  “Stupid,” London shook his head, “You were so stupid.”

  “After a year of marriage, I became fed up with trying to live a life with someone I didn’t care for in a manner you’re supposed to when you’re married. I didn’t want to come up with stories anymore regarding our supposed romance. At that point I would have much rather lived alone than to put on a mask every time I visited my father, so I told Vivian I wanted a divorce. She snapped at me the second those words left my mouth. She said if I ever left her she wouldn’t hesitate to tell my father I’m gay, and I believed her, the anger proved too true not to take seriously.”

  “Fuck her,” London blurted out, “Just leave the bitch.”

  “I’m scared I would lose my position as CEO if I ever did. My father would kill me.”

  “So you’re going to stay in this stupid ass marriage because this bitch is blackmailing you to?” London sighed, “You do know she’s blackmailing you,
right? And I bet your ass it’s all for the money. She doesn’t give a fuck about helping you steer clear of your father. She wants the money, the power that comes with being your ‘wife’, and this authority over you.” London stood from the chair and it fell back behind him, clattering upon the hard concrete of the porch. “You do know this is illegal, right?”

  “You don’t understand,” Marbell said.

  London rounded the table towards Marbell, placing his hands on the armrests of the chair, his face inches from the teacher’s. “Do you remember how I told you my father nearly killed me?” he said, the frustration in his eyes vast as the sea. “I would fight him again and again if it meant I would be able to live a life of my own. Fuck your father and fuck your wife. They don’t control you, Marbell. You do. You control everything that happens in your life, and if you’re going to settle for living with that tyrant bitch over your head, then that’s a mistake you are stupid enough to take.”

  Marbell almost felt like he should have been counting how many times London could call him stupid in just five minutes. So far he was up to six. Pressing his forehead to Marbell’s, London breathed out, the release sounding of relief. “You’re so stupid.”

  Seven.

  London kissed Marbell then, dragging the man to his feet and wrapped him up. The appetite inside London was almost enough to make him burst. His tongue grew in need of tasting every inch of the teacher as Marbell grappled their bodies together. How long had it been? Five days, too many. London hummed into Marbell’s mouth, licking his wet, pink lips, biting them as Marbell melted in the desperation. When London’s anger and frustration merged into one, he took Marbell’s hand, leading him inside.

  “Joyce!” he called to his sister in the grass, “Inside, now.”

  When she was inside and ran to Henry’s room to ask him to play, London dragged Marbell to his bedroom, shut the door, and locked it. There was no way anyone was about to disturb him right now. He threw away his shirt before ripping Marbell’s open and pushed the man onto the bed. After their pants and boxers were gone, London went for Marbell’s mouth again, their flavors mixing into one needy intake. London laid between the teacher’s legs, grinding their hips together, feeling the growth of heat and resistance with every naked drag. Sucking at Marbell’s tongue, London tore himself free from the hunger and quieted his soft moans. “I can give you what you need,” he sighed.

  Marbell stared up at the tattooed boy, his scarred chest rising and falling rapidly already from the rush making its way from his toes to his head. When London touched two fingers to Marbell’s lips, the man took them into his mouth, sucking London’s long fingers like they were sticks of candy. “Make love to me,” he cried lowly then, the fingers placed at his bottom lip. “Please, I’ve wanted you to make love to me, baby.”

  London’s body throbbed at those words. He ran his tongue along Marbell’s lips before coming down to his neck, kissing at his Adam’s apple and his collar. Every portion of Marbell’s body tingled, gasping at the sashay of London’s kiss meeting his perked nipple as it was flicked and sucked by the tastefulness of London’s sweet tongue.

  It was then when the tattooed boy turned around, straddling the teacher with his back to him, and sat up on top of his bared chest.

  Marbell, unable to see, bit down on his lip when he could feel London push apart his knees, stroking his cock with mindful, talented hands before bringing his mouth down around it. London let his tongue play at the tip, running it down the slit in his prick which had Marbell in need of a gag to silence his need to call out from the pleasure.

  London took him in whole this time, his hands working the shaft as his mouth pumped along with it, just about desperate to taste the pre-cum drizzling out. He could feel Marbell’s hands squeeze onto his ass, the teacher twisting underneath him, trying so hard not to make a noise as they were not the only people in the house like last time. Licking down to Marbell’s sack, London’s tastes sought further delicacies. Coming off the teacher’s chest after a minute of fulfilling his desire to taste the man’s cock, he turned around and brought himself to his knees. He hooked his arms around Marbell’s waste, dragging the teacher up from the mattress until his ass was reachable.

  “Oh, my god,” Marbell whispered, held nearly all the way upside down with his back pressed to London, his shoulders on the bed as his glasses barely clung to his face.

  London kissed Marbell’s center, running his tongue around the entry.

  In this position, Marbell didn’t know what to grab onto, and his cock burned from the arousal. His eyes shot open when he felt London’s tongue press into him. “Yes...” he sighed quietly.

  London let his mouth massage at Marbell’s entry, fucking him with his tongue. He reached around while holding the man up with a single, strong arm, pumping his cock in reward. The teacher jolted against London, biting his hand as his legs began to shake, drops of pre-cum falling down onto his shoulders. He curled his toes, arching his back. “Fuck,” he whimpered out, unable to keep it in.

  “You taste so good,” London said, letting his head fall back for air. He kissed at Marbell’s entry one more time before allowing the teacher to slide down from him. Suffering from the throbbing of his own cock, London leaned over Marbell and finally drove into him, the squeeze around his being more intoxicating than any drug could ever be. He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in, watching Marbell struggle to keep hold of his sanity.

  With his hands open beside his head, the older man clenched and unclenched them, keeping his moans down to quiet huffs each time London banged into him.

  London, driving into the teacher, slid his hands up to Marbell’s wrists before giving him something to hold on to. “You’re mine,” the tattooed boy said, hovering over the man beneath him.

  “Yours...” Marbell chewed down on his lip, feeling himself about to burst as London’s cock stroked into him, hitting that spot deep inside.

  “Yes,” London interlocked their fingers, “All mine.”

  Marbell’s mouth fell open, his breath catching. He wanted nothing more than to be able to scream, and when he felt like he couldn’t resist it any longer, London placed a hand over the teacher’s mouth. Marbell’s cock released, spouting a stream of his seed onto the grisly scar on his belly. His muscles tightened, climax taking hold as London finished inside of him. Marbell’s thighs shuttered, the feeling of his lover’s cum jetting into his being like nothing else he could ever want.

  With one last liberating stroke, London brought himself from Marbell’s body, bringing his taste buds to the cum displayed before him. As Marbell came down from his burst of bliss, London licked up every drop on his stomach, not letting any of the teacher’s precious seed go to waste.

  Laying there, body numb and unable to move, Marbell was pulled into an embrace when London laid down beside him. He was hot with sweat dotting his forehead, every muscle having been disabled of strength, arms and legs gone mildly limp. London kissed at his neck, voice settling beside his ear. “I refuse to lose you,” he said, “I refuse to lose you to her.”

  Meeting London’s eyes, Marbell reached out weakly and touched his cheek, hardly able to muster the strength to do so. “You won’t,” he said, “Nothing in the world compares to what you do to me, London. What you do to my heart and my body is something I have never experienced before, something I can’t live without. You make me go blind to everything around, fill me with a joy I can barely stand being far from. Even now, my head is spinning so fast I can’t bring myself to think about anything other than you. When we’re apart, there is no one I would rather have beside me. I want to kiss you. I want to touch you. I need you with me in my life-.”

  “Just say it already,” London interrupted, eyes closed as their foreheads were pressed together.

  “I’m in love with you.”

  That was all London needed to hear and he believed every word of it. He brought their lips together, his heart fluttering all around. Backing off, he spoke a mere
inch from Marbell, “I still hardly know what love even is, but I think I’m in love with you, too.”

  That was good enough for Marbell.

  The two lay there together for a couple more minutes before getting up to shower. London cracked the bedroom door and peeked out. Joyce was singing along to a song in her brother’s room, so she was thankfully occupied. He then pushed a naked Marbell in the direction of the bathroom. When he was inside, London waited at his door to be sure Henry or Joyce wouldn’t walk out. With his head peeking from the door frame, the teenager came out of his room, locking eyes with his brother. Henry rutted his brow in confusion at first, and then it registered. “Oh, my god,” he shouted, “Did you two just!?” he stomped back around to his room. “That’s it, I’m moving out!”

  London burst into laughter before scurrying to the bathroom as well.

  Marbell stepped under the warm water of the shower after it was turned on, dragging a giggly London Dawncraft behind him. “I think class will be very awkward tomorrow,” he said.

  With his hair soaked under the showerhead, London pulled Marbell in for a wet kiss, “He’ll get over it.”

  XII – Money

  7:25 pm

  That was the time on the cable box when London checked it. He and Marbell had settled in the living room with Joyce after their very long and very thorough shower. A cartoon movie was on the television for the little girl not giving up her ownership over it. She was sat in the middle of the floor with crayons and a coloring book, while Marbell was sat up on the sofa with London’s head on his lap. It was getting later by the minute, and London knew this, knew it only meant the time was getting closer to when Marbell would have to leave, even though he didn’t want to see the man go. So, he kept his mouth shut, unwilling to voice the hour until it was noticed.