Page 58 of Two for Charging

Chris flushed. “Sorry, I’m being weird. It’s just, you’re so handsome and smart and amazing. You being so into me is… I want to make it worth your while.”

Luca shook his head. “You do not have to do anything to make it worth my while. My whole point is—”

“No, I’m saying it wrong.” Chris took a deep breath to clear his head. “This is always where I get it wrong; this is why I need your help. Making people happy, making people feel good, makes me feel good. But there’s no real urgency for me, you know? And when I have to perform, or whatever, I get in my head, and then it all goes to shit.”

It took Luca a minute of blinking at him to formulate a response. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Are you saying the issue with your girlfriends was that you enjoyed getting them off and didn’t want them to reciprocate?”

Chris shrugged. “Yeah, sometimes.”

A strangled noise emanated from Luca’s throat, followed by a string of Italian invectives to a God Chris had been sure Luca didn’t believe in.

“I know it wasn’t working for them, but I could never figure out why.”

“All right.” Luca got to his feet despite Chris’s continued attempts to keep him right where he was, settled on Chris’s lap. “No, let go. I need to think to say this right, and I can’t when you’re right there being all…you.”

Chris had no clue what about him made it hard to think, but he kept his hands off Luca so the other man could say whatever might clarify the situation.

“It feels good to be desired.”

Chris eyed the bulge in Luca’s sweatpants. “Yeah, it does.”

“And I think…” Luca’s mouth twisted. “I think especially for women in our society, it is very embarrassing to desire and not be desired in return.”

“Oh, no.” The thought of making any girl feel bad for wanting sex— Chris hoped he hadn’t ever made anyone feel like that. “But I didn’t not want any of them, or, I don’t know, I wanted to want them.”

Luca stroked through his hair, gentler than before. “I know. You did not do anything wrong at all, amo—Chris. But I am glad you told me.”

“Why?”

“I think perhaps you do not need me to coach you. You need to be with someone who will be happy with whatever you want without making you worry about it.”

Whatever Chris wanted? “But what about what you want?”

Luca laughed, easy and light. “Trust me. If all you ever want to do is get me off, I will be a very happy man.”

His words seemed reasonable and in line with what Chris knew about how men ought to feel about sex. Though Chris had always assumed all the stuff about desire being different between genders was dumb and sexist. But maybe men really did just care about getting off more than women. Chris had thought his own disinterest made him bad at being a guy. Maybe it could also make him good at being with a guy. Even a guy who only wanted to do this with Chris because Chris wouldn’t let him pay rent.

“So can I make you feel good now?”

Luca nodded and let Chris draw him closer again.

They started with kissing. Chris knew what he was doing there now, which made him confident enough to grip Luca’s hips before running a hand up his side and tilting his head so the angle improved. It took very little time for Luca to start squirming and moaning again, and when he did, Chris dragged him back onto his lap. Luca must have been restraining himself before. Now that everyone’s expectations were clear, he rolled his hips into Chris’s rhythmically, dragging the line of his erection against the fly of Chris’s pants.

It couldn’t be comfortable, not through two layers of cloth. Chris pulled down Luca’s sweatpants and his black, formfitting briefs. God, he was gorgeous. He could model that underwear, and Chris would…well, he wouldn’t buy it, but he’d be disappointed it wouldn’t fit him when he walked past the billboards.

Even his cock looked good, long and straight and dripping at the tip.

Chris had never touched another guy’s cock, but how hard could it be? He had one of his own. He wrapped a hand around Luca and stroked him firmly, kissing down the elegant line of Luca’s neck as he did it.

Luca’s head dropped back. He cried out.

“Feel good?” Chris asked.

“So good.” Luca’s accent had gone thick, and when Chris returned his mouth to Luca’s neck, his next words came out in Italian, praise and begging all mixed up together.

Chris kept up his rhythm, firm and slow, working Luca up. It was always better when it lasted longer, and they had barely started.

“Chris,” Luca said.