Dirty Dining (15 page)

“Do you want more to eat, Remy?”

“Oh, that’s my job.” Remy rotated toward the table, and Brice eased his arms away. Remy fed them both a few bites of food.

A flash of white caught Brice’s attention. It was the blond boy’s skirt. He glanced over Remy’s shoulder to see what the man across the table was doing. The boy was standing up on the bench, one foot on either side of the man’s thighs and facing away from Brice. The white skirt was hiked up, and the man was squeezing the pale ass as the boy fucked the man’s mouth. Brice hadn’t seen anything like this so far. It made his quick taste of Remy’s cock seem tame. A few other men were watching.

Every few strokes the blond boy turned around to smile at the others. When he finally came, everyone around the table heard. Possibly even people in the building across the street. He pulled away from the man and spurted all over his shirt and trousers. The man pulled him back close and loudly sucked at his cock for a few minutes.

A tug at Brice’s elbow caught him off guard. He turned to see the man to his right. “You gonna do anything with that dildo?” He pointed to the cop’s belt that lay on the bench between them.

“Why?”

“How about if my boy Kit here fucks your pretty boy with the dildo?”

“How does that sound, Remy?” Brice asked.

“Would you like to see that, sir?” Remy asked. His lips were full, and the bottom one swollen. He’d bitten or bruised it during his orgasm. He looked so young again.

“Not particularly. At least not right now,” Brice replied to Remy, then he turned to the other man. “Not now. But we’ll keep this. We might still use it later.”

“Okay.” The man smiled. He didn’t seem offended that Brice and Remy turned him down.

“Sir, what can I do for you now?” Remy slid a palm down Brice’s bare chest, and Brice’s cock ached and throbbed. It was against the rules for the gentlemen’s cocks to be visible in the dining room, but there were plenty of ways for the boys to get the job done.

Brice did not want to wait another hour until after dinner, so he nodded. “Anything you want.”

Remy nodded and went to work. He licked and kissed his way around Brice’s chest, repaying the treatment he’d gotten on his nipples until he had Brice squirming. At the same time, he unbuckled and unzipped Brice’s trousers. Brice was already so close, and the nipple play had him near the edge. Then Remy slid a hand into Brice’s pants and stroked the underside of his cock through his boxer briefs. It was a good thing, because Remy’s hand directly on his cock would have been the end.

Remy leaned toward the table, grabbed a spare cloth dinner napkin, and spread it over Brice’s lap. He repositioned himself, back to Brice’s chest, and slid along Brice’s lap until his cock fit in the groove of Remy’s ass. Remy settled down and began a smooth back-and-forth motion along the length of Brice’s cock. Up, a little wiggle, then down, up, a little wiggle, then down. It wasn’t perfect and it wasn’t skin-on-skin, but the pressure and the sight of Remy’s ass sliding along his lap got Brice just to the edge. He grabbed onto Remy’s hips to control his movements and thought about how good his cock had tasted and how hot and tight Remy’s ass would be later if he got the chance to fuck him.

That image was all it took. Brice held Remy against his lap and came, leaving a hot, sticky blob in his shorts. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d come in his pants, but it probably hadn’t been as much fun—or quite as frustrating—as this.

Remy turned around and peeked under the napkin and planted a soft kiss on Brice’s cock through his damp shorts before trying to blot away some of the mess. Brice cursed himself for not wearing dark pants. The spot would show through once he fastened his pants again.

“They have dry cleaning here,” Remy whispered, clearly reading his mind, before zipping and buckling everything back up.

Brice would have been happy to leave his pants undone for the rest of the meal and was about to ask Remy to unzip him when the bell sounded. The main course was finished. And so was Brice.

“W
OW
, K
IT
,
the napkin thing worked. I didn’t expect it to, but it did.”

“Remy, you are on fire tonight!” Kit pinched Remy’s ass. “I have plenty more things to teach you. Just you wait.”

Dessert flew by. Jeremy settled his policeman’s cap on Mr. Green’s head and fed him cheesecake. Then during the last course, after-dinner drinks, he sipped the smoothest brandy he’d ever had while Mr. Green slid the tie from his neck. Jeremy barely paid attention to anyone else.

“Thank you, Remy,” Mr. Green said as the last course ended. The words sounded so final, and Jeremy wondered whether he’d been too complacent thinking he’d be invited for the night. His stomach was in knots as the boys all stood for the last parade around the room, this time all naked. They’d all come during tonight’s dinner and were at least half-hard again now, the stirrings of interest in a second round that should encourage the gentlemen to stay for more.

Back in the dressing room, Jeremy paced.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Kit asked.

“I did something wrong, but I don’t know what.”

“Why do you think that?” Taylor asked.

“He thanked me, like I wouldn’t be seeing him later,” Jeremy said. He wasn’t sure if he’d been too slutty or not slutty enough. “I don’t know if I acted like he wanted.”

“Remy, one thing to remember is that you only go so far to please them, but never past the point where you please yourself,” Law said.

“What does that mean?” Jeremy’s brain wasn’t working at full capacity.

“Do you want to spend the night with him to make him happy or for yourself? And if you didn’t do what he wanted, do you still want to try? You did what you wanted tonight, right?”

“I guess. Yeah. I had fun. I did what felt good,” Jeremy replied. He hadn’t been thinking about it at all, just being and doing, enjoying Mr. Green’s company and attention.

“That’s good. Do what you like, and if they ask for something, you can always say no,” Taylor said. “They can say no, too. If he didn’t, then he loved it.”

Thomas came in a few moments later. “Call backs, boys! Kit, Mr. Gray isn’t interested, but Mr. Brown is. Sorry, Rico.”

“No problema, Tomas.” Rico grinned. “I think he was wondering which end of the dildo he was going to be.”

Everyone laughed.

“Taylor, you’re on. Remy?”

“Yeah?”

“You have two choices: Green or Sky Blue.”

“Sky Blue?” the boys chorused.

“He
never
stays over,” Law said. “You really made an impression on him.”

“Sorry.” Jeremy shrugged at Law. He hadn’t intended to have Law’s gentleman paying attention to him. Again.

“No sweat, dude,” Law said. “There’s more where he came from. I wasn’t up for anything tonight anyway.”

“So, Remy, who do you want? Sky Blue offered double the usual. Or you can have both. Each for half the night.”

“You do that?” Jeremy wasn’t interested, and frankly the idea of hopping from one man’s bed to another’s horrified him.

“Sure. In some cases, two will share a boy in the same room. We have all sorts of options.”

“I’ll just take one. Green.” Jeremy couldn’t imagine how it would be to have one guy watching him with the other one and maybe taking turns. That wasn’t
his
fantasy, no matter how much it paid.

“Okay.” Thomas gave the boys their instructions, and Jeremy grabbed his duffel and headed upstairs.

They were in Room 4 again.

B
RICE
PULLED
his hand away from the key when he realized he had been assigned Room 4 yet again. His original memories of the night with Remy there had been overshadowed after spending the night with Law. Of Law’s body and mouth on him. Brice liked what Law had done to him. He hadn’t felt any guilt at the time.

But now, spending the night with Remy in the same room felt wrong. He wanted something entirely different for him. At least he thought he did. Dinner had been nonstop arousal until they’d gotten each other off during the main course. Remy had pushed all of Brice’s hot buttons. It had been fantastic, but now he wondered just how inexperienced the guy really was. The thing with the napkin trick couldn’t be a beginner move. He’d known exactly what he was doing and how Brice would respond.

That’s how whores worked, Brice reminded himself. Why had he ever thought Remy was more? Brice was willing to pay for attention and pleasure, and that’s what he’d gotten so far. Everyone was happy, right? Why did it disappoint him so much?

He took the elevator upstairs, slowly opened the cage at the top, and then moved down the hall. He could still go home. Would it be better to waste the money he’d spent for staying the night, or to have his illusions shattered about who Remy really was? He stopped and turned back toward the elevator. He was inside and about to push the button for the ground floor when he stepped out again.

Until he experienced the disappointment he expected, he would always wonder about Remy. Best to go in, get it over with, and then be done with this place for good. He didn’t want to be lured here again. He felt like Dorothy in
The Wizard of Oz
. She believed right up until she looked behind the curtain.

Brice had to look behind the curtain.

He unlocked Room 4 with an ache in the pit of his stomach.

“Mr. Green.” Remy stepped out of the bathroom. He looked up at Brice as if unsure how to act, now they were alone.

Brice felt the same way. He reached a hand out for Remy’s, and Remy stepped close enough for Brice to embrace him. He wanted to kiss Remy so badly, but now wasn’t right. Not yet.

“Shouldn’t we discuss….?” Brice stopped, unsure how to continue.

“Discuss what? You mean condoms?”

“No. Well, yes, but I meant….” Brice pulled back a few inches, reluctantly. “Uh, money?” God how he hated bringing up that topic. When Remy let go and leaned away, Brice wished he hadn’t. He didn’t know how this worked.

“I don’t want your money. I didn’t come up here with you for money.” Remy’s eyes darkened, and he drew his eyebrows together slightly.

“Isn’t this your job?” Shit, why did he keep throwing gasoline on the fire?

Now the hurt was evident in Remy’s expression. “No. Serving dinner and taking off my clothes is the job. Anything else I do beyond that is my choice. For me, at least, money has nothing to do with it.”

“Then why did you come up? With me?” Asking might ruin everything, but Brice needed to know. He could easily leave, walk away from Remy and this place forever—but he didn’t particularly want to. “This time I’m not staying just to save face with a coworker.”

“I want to spend the night with you, even if we do just the same as last time. I like how you touch me, how you make me feel, and I’d like to reciprocate.” He looked away from Brice for a moment, then looked directly into his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Brice stared at Remy, standing in his sexy-cop costume, shirt unbuttoned, shorts half undone. He let his gaze wander down the muscular legs dusted with pale hair, then back up, taking in every tantalizing inch of exposed skin and admitting how much this man got his motor running. Then he stepped forward, took Remy’s hand in his, and played with his fingers for a moment before pulling him in and doing what he’d wanted to do practically since the second he first laid eyes on Remy.

He drew him close and pressed his mouth to Remy’s for a sweet, simple kiss. No tongue, no teeth, no heat, just the pleasure of soft lips against his and the delightful little gasp as Remy understood Brice hadn’t come here to fuck him.

Brice put a hand behind Remy’s neck, stroking the heated skin as he pulled him closer. Remy parted his lips, but still Brice didn’t enter, just continued the kiss, tasting Remy, feeling him relax into Brice’s embrace. This unexpected gentleness was more arousing than a deep, needy kiss, though that would come later. But for now he wanted to take things slowly.

Not that his cock was in agreement. He was fully hard again, and he felt Remy’s cock thicken and press against his in response. But they stood there kissing like teenagers on a first date. After what could have been two minutes or two hours, they pulled apart for air.

“The bath is almost ready,” Remy said. “Would you let me bathe you?”

“Yes, please.”

Brice watched as Remy undressed. He did it slowly, but deliberately, with no teasing or playfulness. Did he really want to be here?

R
EMY
WAS
naked, and he looked uncomfortable, hands together and hovering over his crotch as Brice, still fully dressed, looked at him. “The tub’s probably full now.”

“Good.” He’d requested a bath first. Nice of them to have it nearly ready when he arrived rather than waiting for the huge tub to fill. He couldn’t fault the service around here.

“Let me take your coat and—” Remy reached for the jacket and hung it in the wardrobe, then he fell to his knees, then into a sitting position, and reached for Brice’s foot. Brice let him slip the shoe off, leaning on Remy for support. Remy helped him out of his pants and shirt. “Shall I leave the pants outside for the laundry? They’ll be ready by morning.”

“Ye—” Brice stopped himself. If he let the pants go, he was
committed to spending the night. He couldn’t leave without pants. He glanced down at Remy, slightly shivering in the cool room, goose bumps evident on his arms. He seemed so different up here, so vulnerable. Even the plump hard nipples weren’t enough to dispel this new impression of Remy. “Yes, please.”

Remy nodded and stood up. He put the pants on a hanger and hung them on a hook in the hallway. Brice had wondered what that hook was for. Then Remy came back in and knelt in front of Brice, fingers in the waistband of his boxer briefs. The dark wet spot was kind of embarrassing.

Remy slid the shorts down, and Brice stepped out of them. “Can I…?” Remy didn’t elaborate, but Brice nodded. Remy leaned forward and licked at Brice’s cock, washing away the last traces of his semen with soft, gentle strokes of his tongue. His cock wasn’t hard, and Remy easily got the whole thing into his mouth as Brice watched, enjoying the wet heat and glad the boy seemed less skilled at this simple task. Then Remy glanced up at Brice and tugged on his cock playfully. The stimulation sent the blood flowing, and it swelled in Remy’s mouth.