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

by A. J. Blake

  Strapped in her car seat, Joyce pointed out the window with excitement in her eyes. “Toys, toys!” she exclaimed, “Look, it toys!”

  Marbell smiled at the animated child. Her happiness had come from the toy store they were going to visit tomorrow. He couldn’t wait to actually spend time with London and his family. Marbell loved children, that’s why he’d wanted to become a teacher in the first place. It wasn’t the money the job provided, obviously, or the fact that he was a wizard at math, but he’d always wanted to be able to help children in any way. And on top of that, he’d always wanted children of his own. Even with being just twenty-five years old, he wanted a child, boy or girl, it didn’t matter to him, to spoil with love and toys and clothes. With Vivian around, though, there was no way he desired to start a family with her. Besides, the woman didn’t have an ounce of tolerance for children in her bones.

  Passing alongside Central Park, seemingly the only protected greenery within the compacted place of Manhattan, Henry leaned over the back seats and tapped Marbell’s shoulder. He pointed out the window toward the park, “Can we go there tomorrow, too, Mister Matthews?”

  “Sure, there should actually be a Spring festival going on there at this time,” he said. “And you know you can call me Marbell outside the classroom.”

  “Nah,” Henry shook his head, “I think I’ll stick to Mister Matthews for now. This whole situation is still a little awkward for me. I mean, you’re my teacher and you’re fucking my brother. So... yeah. You’ll be Mister Matthews to me for a while. At least until summer...assuming you and my brother make it till then.”

  London rolled his eyes at his brother’s words. The boy seriously spoke without the use of a filter.

  A minute later they pulled up in front of a seven story, vintage white stone building that looked like it’d been constructed in the early 1900s and refurbished, but it had clearly been taken care of and renovated over the years as it looked totally new. It over looked the darkly lit beauty of Central Park’s nightlife, and the towering city that surrounded it. If anything, this apartment was the perfect placement for someone who could appreciate a nice view.

  Unloading their luggage with the help of the driver that brought them, London kept a hold of Joyce’s hand and strapped his and her bags over his shoulder. Henry was busy tweeting out his location in an attempt to make his followers jealous, and Marbell tipped his driver modestly before letting him go.

  The group climbed the white steps up to the large canopied door and went inside. The floor of the front empty lobby was of polished tile. Electric candelabras fixed to the walls on either side lit the area, and they walked passed the spiraling staircase to the elevator at the rear, taking it to the seventh floor.

  London was beginning to get a little overwhelmed with being there the closer they got to the apartment. He felt like this trip was only going to give him high hopes about what he wished was more authentic. No longer were there doubts in his mind about if Marbell actually had feelings for him, in that much he was sure, but here they were in New York with his brother and sister. They were going to be spending quality time with one another, and with Henry and Joyce around, London was only filled with thoughts of them being an actual family. Since he’d gotten full custody of his siblings, London saw them as a little more than just the children related to him. In some ways, he also saw them as his own at times. He and his brother and sister were a small family, and he was welcoming Marbell to join with open arms. What if later on things changed and went back to the way they used to be? He was confident he could adjust to the lifestyle he’d led only a week ago without any problems, but he knew he wouldn’t be the same if he ever lost Marbell’s love.

  Why am I thinking this way...?

  On the seventh floor, there was a wide corridor with a single dark brown door. Marbell pulled out his key and unlocked it, promptly handing the golden key over to London as if this place had just become his, too.

  The moment they walked in, Henry entered first and nearly had to pick his jaw up off the floor. The door opened into the large living room and dining area. There was a black entertainment center built into the wall holding a seventy-two-inch television, and a long sectional sofa in front of it. The windows to the left of the sofa touched the floor and ceiling, black curtains closed shut over them, and a black piano was placed between a protruding wall that held framed records signed by musical acts such as Diana Ross, Coldplay, The Killers, and Elton John. The whole front area had a modern luxury feel to it.

  “Jesus Christ,” Henry moved in further, looking all around, “This place is fucking huge. How much was it? Like a million, I bet.” When Marbell didn’t reply, Henry looked back at his teacher, and said, “Two? Five? If I have to go above ten, I swear on everything. How much was this place?”

  A little embarrassed, Marbell said, “Thirty-two.”

  Henry placed a hand over his heart, “This place better have at least four bedrooms, three baths, a home theater, game room, lounge, pool, and a jacuzzi, including the best nearby restaurants.”

  Marbell chuckled, “Why don’t you go check everything out for yourself, then?”

  With Henry disappearing into the opposite side of the apartment, Marbell led London with Joyce to the back bedrooms. They stopped at a room that would belong to Joyce for the time being and settled her in it. It was a very traditional room with simple furnishings. London dug through her luggage for her pajamas and changed her into them. By the time he fixed her red hair into a ponytail, she was yawning and asking for sleep.

  Leaving the door cracked as she preferred it now, finally London followed Marbell to where they would stay together. The master bedroom. It was more chic and open than the others. There was a lovely view of Central Park across from the large, pale blue and white sheeted bed, a sitting area and fireplace on the other half as well as a massive bathroom with a centered antique, clawfoot bathtub and tall, all around glass shower.

  Dropping his duffel bag, London went for the doors across from the bed that opened onto a balcony. A chilly breeze blew into the room as he stepped out on the elevated concrete. A black iron guardrail sectioned it off and he leaned against it, gazing out at the stunning skyline. Feeling a hand at his back, Marbell appeared beside him, and said, “Is something wrong?”

  London looked down on the people below. There were other apartment classy buildings, designer clothing stores, cafés and small shops lining the street, all filled with the civilians of this sleepless city. “How do you get used to living like this? All of it just seems so...insane.”

  Marbell looked down as well, watching heads scurry along, “I don’t mean to sound like an ass or anything, but there was never a point in my life where I had to get used to this. I was born into it, whether I wanted to or not, it really wasn’t up to me.”

  Looking up at the teacher now, London could hardly see his eyes with the night’s glare reflecting off his glasses. “Does she stay here with you?”

  “No,” Marbell answered honestly, “She hates New York. Most times she’s either in Texas, Miami, California, or overseas. The only times she ever comes here is to visit the company parties my father arranges during the holidays.”

  “So I won’t be sleeping on her polluted side of the bed?”

  Marbell couldn’t hold back his smile and laughed at the comment. “No,” he said, “it’s all yours.”

  “Good,” London smirked, going back into the bedroom, “I wanted to put some good use to a bed this big anyway.” He placed his hands on the edge of the bed and looked back at the teacher from over his shoulder, teasing him with a seductive glance. “Too bad you’ve got a late meeting, huh?”

  Checking the time on the clock above the bed, Marbell shut the balcony doors, and said, “I’m the CEO. I can be a couple minutes late if I want to.”

  Unable to control his light laughter, London dragged Marbell onto the bed with him, tangling him up in his arms as they shared a giggly kiss. Soon his shirt was off and Marbell litter
ed his bare chest with wet caresses, starting from his lips, to his neck, on to his stomach and pelvis. Sat atop London, Marbell went for the belt holding his pants up and pulled it off, tearing off his shoes a second later.

  Going for his lover’s lips once more, Marbell bit down on himself when he felt London’s hands skim into the back of his pants, grabbing firmly and ravenously at his ass. He sighed anxiously, and could feel his cock hardening in an excitement he could barely contain.

  The moment London grinded up against him, they both stopped suddenly when they heard an exasperated, “Oh, my god!”

  London looked over at the bedroom door where his brother stood almost traumatized.

  “Fucking, hell,” Henry said, “Could you have at least waited until I went to bed? Or maybe have closed the door all the way? Y’know, a sock on the knob probably would’ve helped, too.”

  “What do you want, Henry?” London said, “As you can see, I’m trying to get laid here.” His hands were still grasped onto Marbell’s ass as the teacher hid his face, embarrassed, in the center of London’s chest.

  “Mister Matthews,” Henry said, “Can I use your theater to watch a couple movies?”

  Voice muffled against London’s skin, Marbell said, “Do as you please, Henry. You can even order in food if you’re hungry.”

  Once the teenager was gone, London relaxed and snickered at the teacher’s shame. He flipped Marbell over onto his back and pulled his trousers off, “So, where were we? Oh, I remember. I believe I was about to deep throat you.”

  Lying between Marbell’s open legs, London coated two fingers with saliva before slowly inserting them into the teacher, feeling his tight heat around them. As he worked them in a gradual curling fashion, he ran his tongue up Marbell’s firm shaft until reaching the tip. He teased Marbell relentlessly, focusing on the slit until he could hear frustration in the man’s stammered breathing pattern.

  After feeling as though he’d tortured Marbell enough with a good finger fucking and teasing, London finally came down on his cock, taking him until he could feel it strike the back of his throat.

  “Mhmm,” Marbell let out, wincing in pleasure as London’s glossed fingers stroked in and out of him. He bucked a little when London’s other hand began to work his cock as well, overwhelming his most sensitive areas in sequence.

  Beginning to taste cum on his tongue, London pulled off to swallow and breathe before going back for more. He could feel Marbell’s whole body twitch as his fingers determined to enter him further. As he continued to take Marbell’s cock into his mouth, London inserted his ring finger as well, counting three stretching and filling the teacher up. “Fuck...” Marbell twisted on the mattress, both of his hands pushing London’s hair out of his face as his moans stuttered and hissed.

  With a tight curl of his toes, Marbell released, mind spinning as he convulsed uncontrollably. While London continued to suck him off as he did so, the teacher needed a moment to collect himself as his orgasm went on and on, and he cried out, “Okay!” he called, “London, stop, stop, stop!”

  Hearing the command, London gave his fingers one last curl and then pulled them out, retracting his tongue as well. The teacher could hardly speak as he came down, his body shivering all over, and still he continued to fidget above the covers. London merely watched the man with pride before standing up, and then leisurely went for the sparkling bathroom. “You should probably get to that meeting, now.”

  XIV – Family

  The next morning London woke up to a brightly lit room. The life of the city could be heard through the windows, and he lay there beneath the covers in his boxers. When he turned over, disappointment crept up on him when he found the space Marbell filled the night before empty. Instead, a note was placed on the pillow. Stretching his tired muscles, London sprawled across the bed as he read the delicate handwriting.

  I’ll be back from the office at twelve. You should take the kids out for a meal at the diner up the street. It’s called Across the Pond, I’m sure you’ll like it. Be back soon. Love you. – Marbell xoxo

  Although he was a bit nervous to go out on the streets of New York without knowing anything about it, London thought it’d be nice, too, taking Joyce and Henry out on his own until Marbell got back. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth in the elaborate bathroom before dressing in jeans, and a dark green D.I.Y. muscle tee that he’d cut to have baggy openings that showed a fair amount of his torso. Whenever he wore it, he wondered if it was technically even still a shirt since it hardly covered him.

  After tugging on brown lace up boots, London went to the bedroom Joyce had been sleeping in. The little girl was already wide awake, and had dressed herself in long, bright yellow socks with bumblebees on them, as well as an orange and white stripped dress. Her hair was wild in crooked pigtails with several flyaway strands, butterfly clips and knockers stuck here and there. “Whoa,” London walked in on her about to clip her bangs back, “Very nice work, Joyce.”

  The bouncy girl smiled big for her brother and held a green ribbon out to him, “Bracelet,” she said, “Tie for me?”

  London picked his sister off the floor, holding her against him as she smiled with rosy red cheeks to match her hair. “How’s about I dress you like a princess since we’re going to go see toys today? How does that sound?”

  Joyce nodded excitedly, “Toys?”

  “Yeah, lots and lots of toys.”

  Trading Joyce’s choice for a blue ruffled dress with white lining at the hem, London brushed her hair back into the best bun he could, taming her strays with crystal-like barrettes and put white ballet slippers on her feet. “There we go,” London looked her over, happy to have her dressed nicely now instead of in crazy mismatch. “I’d say you could be your own princess, you little munchkin.”

  With Joyce ready and her teeth brushed as well, London searched for Henry. He wasn’t in the third bedroom down the hall, nor was he in the living room. It took him a good minute to walk through the humongous apartment to find his kid brother, and the boy had been in the home theater, not having moved from that spot since last night. The room was spacious, one entire wall completely filled by a massive screen, and there were low comfortable couches that looked like personal beds as they rose like steps to the back wall. There was an empty pizza box on the floor as well as a soda liter bottle beside it.

  The menu screen for an alien space movie was playing on repeat, and Henry was sleeping across the front row of cushions. London picked up the garbage as Joyce went to go jump on her brother, waking him up with her roughness.

  Annoyed by the mess, London said, “You could have at least cleaned up before crashing in here. This isn’t our house, Henry, you can’t just leave a mess behind like this. It’s disrespectful.”

  Henry rubbed at his eyes as Joyce tugged at his shirt. “Sorry,” he yawned, turning off the movie, “It’s comfortable as hell in here.”

  “Go get ready to leave, we’re going out to eat.”

  Once everyone was dressed, Henry having thrown on jeans, skating shoes, a black hoodie, and his purple beanie, the three headed out.

  Nervous about the atmosphere, London carried Joyce at his side instead of having her walk, because Lord knows he’d punch anyone in the face who dared even slightly bump into his sister, and Henry stayed striding beside his brother as he continued to text one of his friend’s, Daniel, about his surroundings. There was nowhere one could look without seeing a person, and London was already getting tired of saying, “Excuse me,” to people who didn’t seem to know the meaning of the phrase. When they reached the restaurant, however, things calmed down a bit. It was a nice inner city diner, musically themed and cozy, and was the only thing around to remind him of home.

  They were seated at a booth overlooking the street after a minute. A young girl, probably sixteen or seventeen, approached their table timidly and handed them menus. “Welcome to Across the Pond, I’m Tiffany, and I’ll be your waitress. Can I start you off with something to
drink?”

  “Do you have sweet tea here?” Henry asked the shy girl.

  She rubbed the back of her neck uncertainly, “Oh, no, we don’t. Are yous guys from the south by any chance?”

  “Yeah, why?” Henry said.

  The girl laughed a little and clutched her pin-pad behind her back. “I can’t tell you how many southerners we get in here that ask for sweet tea, and then when we say we don’t have any, just unsweetened, they get pretty upset.”

  Henry grimaced, “What’s the point of tea if it’s unsweetened? You can’t just put sugar in cold, unsweetened tea. It’ll taste like crap because all the sugar sits at the bottom. It doesn’t dissolve.”

  “I’m really sorry,” Tiffany apologized, “I can get you something else if you like.”

  “Water, I guess.”

  London watched the young girl walk away after she took all of their orders, and shook his head at his brother. “That poor girl was already sweating bullets in front of you and you just made it worse for her.”

  Taking the salt and pepper shakers from Joyce before she tipped them over, Henry said, “What do you mean?”

  “You couldn’t tell she was in to you?”

  “No...”

  About to reply to his brother, London paused when his cellphone called out in his pocket. He answered when the caller ID flashed Marbell. “You checking up on us, my love?” he said.

  Henry put two fluttering hands over his heart and batted his eyelashes at his brother, making fun of the affectionate answer.