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He didn’t even know why he was there. Because you’re lonely and horny, he thought. He just wanted to find someone to bring back to the hotel that night so he had looked up strip clubs and chosen the one with the best reviews. That’s how he ended up at Heaven with a pocket full of cash and rock hard cock.  He felt it straining against his jeans as he sat and watched the dancers all around him, sliding money into their g-strings as they shook their asses in his face. He could see why they had the best reviews, all of these men were gorgeous. He’d take any one of them for the night but he knew that wasn’t allowed so his eyes scanned the room. A couple of old, bald businessmen, a group of ladies celebrating a birthday, and a table with a gay couple who were making out. Not many options, he thought as his eyes continued the search. He glanced over to the bar, meeting eyes with a man who was close to his age, not terrible looking BUT he was wearing shorts with an NSYNC shirt and tall socks with sandals. Come on Wille, if you want to get laid you can’t be picky. Just as he was about to stand up the whole place went dark and “River” by Bishop Briggs started playing.

Like a river, like a river, sh-

Red lights flashed.

Like a river, like a river, sh-

Red lights flashed again. There was a dancer on stage, standing behind a chair. Wille was intrigued. Why were all the other dancers gone? This must be the main show for the night.

Like a river, like a river

This time the red lights stayed on. The dancer was seated in the chair sitting straight up, his knees together, on his toes with his hands resting on his knees. Wille couldn’t look away.

Shut your mouth and run me like a river

The man snapped his legs open, threw his head back, and ran his hands down his bare chest.

Wille was pretty sure he looked like a cod fish the way his mouth was hanging open but he couldn’t help it. This man in front of him, like actually right in front of him because he was inadvertently in the front row of the main stage, was the most beautiful man he’d ever laid eyes on. His body was toned, his veins stood out in this light, and he had a glorious head of curly hair.

“JESUS,” Wille whispered, he had to swallow because he was literally drooling.

As the song continued the man seductively danced around the stage. At one point he made eye contact and grabbed his package right in front of him and Wille seriously thought about taking his dick out and just wanking it right then and there. He felt like he was floating, like this dancer was a siren, calling to him. But then the music stopped and he just stared into the darkness, hoping there’d be another song. When the house lights came back on he knew he had to find that dancer, he had to get a private session with him, he had to see him again. Wille stood up so quickly he got lightheaded but pressed on towards the bar.

“Yeah, I’ll take a vodka cranberry, make it a double, please. Who was that on stage just now?” He asked the bartender, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Oh yeah, that was Talon, he’s the reason this club is still standing. This place is packed on weekends just for his performance,” the bartender explained, handing Wille his drink.

“Is there a way to get a private session with him?”

“For a high price, you’d have to talk to the big guy,” the bartender pointed to the back of the club, towards a heavyset man standing in the corner, “That’s Jacque, he’s the owner of Heaven.”

Wille took a few gulps of his drink, his knees shaking and his palms getting sweaty.

“Ok, thanks,” he yelled over the music tossing some money on the bar.

Wille walked back towards the stage, his stomach in knots. He wanted to see Talon again, up close and personal, and had the money to do that but Jacque was an intimidating man. He sat down in a chair further away from the stage, finished his drink and ordered two shots of Tequila Rose. He needed the liquid courage if he was going to talk to Jacque. After downing those shots he stood and walked to the back, trying to look as confident and rich as he could.

“Jacque? Wille.” He said with a deeper voice, puffing out his chest and shoving his hand out to shake the other’s hand.

“Haven’t seen you in here before, William is it? How can I help you?” Jacque boomed.

Wille didn’t really want to or care to correct him about his name.

“I was hoping we could discuss a private session with Talon,” Wille mustered all the courage he could and stared the man down.

“Talon is a very busy boy and he’s not cheap,” Jacque explained.

“I can pay. Whatever the cost, I can pay.”

Jacque pulled out his phone, studied it for a minute, and finally said, “Ok, can you come Thursday at 9? He only has a 20 minute slot and it’s $300 to schedule.”

“How do I pay?” Wille replied, trying not to sound excited.

5 minutes and $300 later and he was out the doors, counting down the seconds until he got to see Talon, beautiful Talon, again.

~~~

Three nights later, Simon is sitting at the vanity in his room. He sings along with Whitney Houston as he freshens up his makeup before he goes into his private sessions. Jacque had booked him a session at 9pm which only gave him about 10 minutes to get ready. He really wasn’t looking forward to the sessions tonight. This first one was a new client, which was always awkward trying to feel out what they liked and didn’t like, and then the other two clients he had were overly touchy. They’d been threatened by Jacque so hopefully tonight would be better but Simon was tired. All he wanted to do was sit in bed and play his keyboard. He sprays some perfume on, choosing Intro tonight because it’s his favorite and he really needs a boost and then waltzes out the door in his robe.

When he reaches the door to the private room, he hangs his robe up, runs his fingers through his curls and opens the door. His client is sitting on the sofa, arms crossed, staring at the wall, he never even looks towards the door. Great, this should be fun, he thinks, subtly rolling his eyes. He hits the play button on the iPad next to the door to start the playlist. The playlist is tailored for a 20 minute session since that’s all this is. Simon steps up on the platform in the middle of the room and starts dancing, circling his hips to the music. When he turns around his eyes meet the man’s and his expression and body soften. It looks like a weight has come off his shoulders, he sinks into the sofa and smiles softly. Simon continues to dance, stepping off the platform, shaking his ass in the man’s face. He’s chosen a red sparkly thong tonight because those tended to get him more tips but his client isn’t tipping him. He has cash sitting next to him on the sofa but he isn’t touching it. What is going on? Does he not like my dancing? Simon wonders, starting to overthink. Usually his clients are very into it, often standing or sitting on the edge of the sofa, throwing cash at him. Many often reached out and touched him, which he didn’t like but it came with the job. But this guy is just sitting there, sure he’s smiling but Simon couldn’t tell if he’s satisfied with his session or not.  Whatever, just get it over with, he’ll probably never come back. And he continues dancing.

“STOP!” Simon jumps hearing the man yell and quickly pushes the pause button on the iPad.

What is going on?! He’s only danced through three songs. He stands by the door just staring at his client.

“What’s going on?” he asks, annoyed.

“I don’t want you to dance for me,” the man says quietly.

“But you paid for that tonight, didn’t you? You won’t get your money back for ending the session early,” Simon huffs. He really didn’t want to deal with this tonight.

“Can you sit, Talon? Like are you allowed to sit down with me?” he says quietly, staring down at his feet.

Simon stands there, shocked, not knowing what to think. When he opens the door the man looks up at him, his eyes begging him not leave.

“You still have 13 minutes, I’m just grabbing my robe,” Simon says with a puzzled look on his face.

He wraps his robe around him and slowly walks over and takes a seat on the far arm of the sofa. He holds his robe closed, hugging himself, anxious about what is going to happen next.

“I just want to talk for the rest of the session, if that’s ok? Oh by the way, my name’s Wille,” he says, barely looking up. 

Man, this guy is weird. I hope he doesn’t think I’m going to sit here and be a therapist for him, I don’t get paid enough for that.

“Uhh, yeah, I guess we can talk,” Simon replies, trying not to roll his eyes again.

“You really are a beautiful dancer. And not just your dancing, YOU are beautiful. Whoever you go home to at night is a lucky person,” Wille says, finally looking at him with a soft smile.

Wow, ok. That was sweet. Simon smiles back at him. “Thank you, although, I don’t go home to anyone. I am home,” he says nodding towards the door.

“You live here?” Wille asks, his eyes growing wide.

“I do.” Simon states matter of factly.

“Oh. Is that your choice? Or . . . ” Wille looks at him, concern in his eyes.

What is with this guy? Why does he seem worried about me? No, no, he’s not worried about me, he probably was just hoping he could take me home for the night or something.

“Ummm, not really but that’s none of your business,” he says.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I crossed a line. There’s just . . . just something about you that I’m drawn to. I can’t explain it but it didn’t feel right to have you dance for me. I wanted you to be able to rest for a few minutes, I’m sure you’re always so busy when you’re working,” Wille says, stumbling over his words.

Simon looks across the room at the iPad, they have four minutes left of their session. He looks back at Wille and something tugs at his heart. Wille looks so small, so timid, nothing like his usual clients. He slides off the arm of the sofa and scoots closer to Wille.

“Why are you here, Wille?” he says quietly.

“Honestly? I came in the other night because . . . because I was horny and was looking for someone to take back to my hotel. But then you came out on stage and I just knew I had to meet you in person. I stayed in town an extra night so I could see you,” he explains.

Then Wille leans over and puts his hand on Simon’s knee. Simon immediately jerks his leg away and stands up, leaving Wille looking up at him in surprise.

Well, there it is. Just trying to sweet talk me into getting more out of his session than he paid for. Simon thinks. He knows better so he’s not sure why he’s disappointed. He quickly turns to face Wille.

“Our session is over,” Simon starts walking towards the door.

“Vänta, Vänta, Vänta,” Wille begs, standing up, holding out the cash that was on the couch.

“Why are you giving this to me now? Why didn’t you give it to me while I was dancing?” Simon asks, confused.

“I just wasn’t sure if it was ok to touch you and it felt wrong to just throw it at you in a small room like this,” Wille says, waving the cash around trying to get him to take it.

Simon stands frozen for a minute. Yeah, right, these guys are all the same. They’re sweet in the beginning and then they’re shoving you against the wall and taking advantage of you.

“Well…. Thanks,” He huffs and jerks the money out of Wille’s hand, turning back towards the door.

“Talon,” he says in barely a whisper, “Can I come back next week?”

Simon turns and looks at him, Wille avoids his eyes.

“Do whatever you want but you have to schedule with Jacque,” he says quickly and walks out the door.

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Wille had been counting down the days until he could go back to Heaven and today was the day. He woke up with an extra pep in his step and even the difficult clients at work weren’t as hard to deal with. He didn’t know what it was about Talon, he was breathtakingly beautiful but there was something else pulling Wille toward him. He was hoping they’d get to talk more tonight since he’d booked a 40 minute session this time. Although things didn’t end well last week, he thought. When Talon jerked away after he touched his leg, he’d immediately taken notes to NOT TOUCH. I won’t make that same mistake tonight.

Wille quickly changed out of his work clothes into a pair of jeans and white t-shirt, his rideshare was waiting for him downstairs already. As the car pulled up to the club he noticed it was busier than it was last Tuesday, he slid out and got in line. He’d come early so he could watch Talon’s dance before their session but when he got into the club all the seats were taken so he was left standing at the back. I wonder why it’s so busy tonight, he pondered looking around. It went dark and Zayn’s “Pillowtalk” started playing, his eyes searched for Talon in the darkness. The lights on the stage slowly came up and if Wille thought Talon couldn’t get any more beautiful he was very wrong. Talon stood in the middle of the main stage, in front of a pole, in a white shirt buttoned up, so simple and so ethereal. He slowly started dancing around the pole, his last dance was very sexy, this one was more sensual. His body wrapped around the pole so effortlessly as the music continued. Wille couldn’t take his eyes off him.

In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day

Talon slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his gorgeous brown chest

Fuckin’ and fightin’ on

It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

The last button was undone to reveal a purple g-string, leaving nothing to the imagination. Talon kept the shirt on as he continued to dance around the pole, it added to the sensuality.

When the song ended Wille expected the lights to go out but another song started. He didn’t know this one but it was Latin and Talon started dancing not just using the main stage but he crossed over to the side stages too. The whole audience shouted and clapped, they loved him. Wille smirked, feeling privileged that he got to have a private session with him tonight. Before the song was over he asked Jacque if he could wait in the private room and soon found himself back on the sofa, biting at his nails.

Wille knew he’d have to wait awhile, especially since Talon wasn’t even finished with his performance before he had come to the room. But now it was 5 minutes past when their session should’ve started and he was starting to get anxious that maybe he wasn’t coming. Just as he stood up to go ask, the door opened and Talon came in, still in his robe, out of breath.

~~~

Simon hurries towards the door, breathless and not in a good way. He grabs the handle and turns forgetting to hang up his robe. He’s moving too fast.

“I’m sorry I’m late, there was . . . uh . . . a situation but I’ll get started and you’ll still get your full time,” Simon rushes.

He reaches up to hit play on the iPad.

“No, no, no. I don’t want you to dance tonight. I just want to sit with you again. Please.” Wille says, sitting down gently.

Simon walks over and sits on the sofa, far enough away that Wille would have to move to touch him.

“First, I just want to apologize for touching you last week without your consent, Talon. That was disrespectful and I’m sorry I made you feel uncomfortable,” he says softly.

“Oh you don’t have to apologize, I’m used to it, but thank you,” Simon replies.

“You shouldn’t have to be used to it,” Wille says quietly, looking at the floor, “I really want to just get to know you more, as a person, not a dancer, would you be ok with that?”

“I don’t understand why though, you’re paying for me to dance but you just want to sit here and talk? What do you get out of just talking? Do you not have anyone else to talk to?” Simon asks.

Wille inhales, it all pours out in one shaky breath. “Well, yeah kinda. I don’t really talk to many people. My parents won’t talk to me, they haven’t since my brother died, and I really don’t have many friends. Just one, back home but she’s always busy with work. But I don’t need someone to talk to, Talon” Wille pauses ever so slightly before continuing, “I want to talk to you. I can’t explain it but something is different about you and I can’t . . . no nevermind,” his voice trails off.

Simon relaxes into the sofa, still looking confused.

“You can’t what Wille?” he asks.

Wille looks up at him, meeting his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you. And it’s not about your dancing or your body, as beautiful as it is.”

Wille blushes as he realizes what he’s admitted and rushes to explain. “I can’t stop thinking about who YOU are, who is Talon? I can usually read people well, it’s part of my autism, and I feel like you have a good heart, that’s what I want to get to know. I want to know YOU.”

Simon just stares at Wille, his face softening. Wille can see a change in his eyes.

“Why do you live here?” Wille continues.

Simon considers Wille for a moment and then sighs. “I live here because I can’t afford to live on my own. My mom and sister live in the town over but I don’t want to be a burden to them. And Jacque gives me a good deal to just live here.”

“Do you like living here?”

“Sure… it’s fine,” Simon pauses eyeing Wille. He contemplates allowing the lie to fill the space and keep the distance. There’s something in Wille’s face though, in his awkward and unassuming body and posture, hands folded in his lap, and his honey eyes encouraging him to tell the truth instead.  “Ok, no. I don’t like living here. Jacque thinks he can just work me whenever because I’m here all the time. I’m only allowed to leave the club when he says I can and that’s usually just for a couple hours once or twice a week. But I don’t really have another option. If I make him mad, he fires me and I’m out on the street.”

Wille exhales loudly, trying his best not to judge. He deserves more than this… don’t assume Wille, maybe he enjoys this.  

“Do you enjoy dancing? Is this your dream?”

“I’m good at it. I make good money doing it. And I do enjoy it… sometimes. Not tonight though. That situation I was talking about? A guy rushed me on stage as soon as I was done and groped me in front of everyone,” Simon’s voice is shaky, “It’s definitely not my dream. My dream is to make music and sing. I want to be on the radio someday, I want other people dancing to MY songs.”

Wille can’t help but smile back when he sees the big smile across his face.

“Tell me more about your music.”

And he listens intently as Simon talks excitedly for the next 10 minutes, telling him all about his music and the songs he’s writing. Wille knows he’s privileged to hear about the man’s real life. He feels like he’s getting to know him and suddenly realizes he wants to close the distance between them.

“Can I scoot closer to you?” Wille asks gently.

Simon doesn’t answer, he just scoots to the middle of the sofa, their legs brushing against each other.

“I like hearing about your music. And I’m sorry you have to deal with assholes, like that guy tonight. You don’t deserve that.”

Simon takes a deep shaky breath and closes his eyes. When he opens them again Wille’s heart breaks seeing tears in his eyes.

“Can I hug you?” Wille whispers.

He’s surprised when Simon buries his face into his chest and starts crying. Wille wraps his arms around him and just holds him. They sit in silence until the crying softens and Simon sits up, his eyes red and puffy, tears still rolling down his cheeks, staining his skin. Wille wipes his tears with his thumb, cupping his cheek. Quickly realizing he’s still touching him, he drops his hands to his lap.

“I’m sorry, Talon. I shouldn’t have touched your face like that,” Wille says, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. 

He feels Simon’s hand brush against his, slowly grabbing his pinky with his own and pulling it towards him. Simon brings his hand to rest on his bare leg and Wille’s heart starts to race. He takes a shallow breath, swallowing loudly. Simon circles his knuckles with his fingertips and Wille can feel his eyes on him. He feels his heart racing even more and he starts breathing faster, willing himself to calm down. He meets Simon’s dark eyes and it feels like the whole world stops.

“Touch my face like that again, please?” Simon whispers, bringing Wille’s hand up to his cheek.

Wille shifts his body so he can hold Simon’s face in both hands. He very slowly moves his fingers up into his curls and is relieved when Simon closes his eyes and leans into his hands, giving him permission to touch. Wille takes the opportunity while Simon’s eyes are closed to just memorize every detail about his face. His long eyelashes, the small bags under his eyes, his sharp jawline, and those lips. Fuck those lips, I want to taste them. He slides his hands down to the nape of Simon’s neck and he starts to pull him closer but stops when Simon’s eyes snap open. Their faces are just a couple inches apart and he so desperately wants to close the gap but instead just stares into Simon’s eyes. He tries his best to speak with his eyes, telling him he would never hurt him. And Simon must understand because he slowly brushes his lips against Wille’s before pulling back, searching his eyes. Wille doesn’t move, Simon gets to make the choice if he kisses him again or not.  He keeps eye contact and leans his forehead against Simon’s. And then Simon places a finger under Wille’s chin and guides their lips together again. Wille can feel Simon’s hand on his face and then grasping his hair. Simon opens his lips just enough, inviting him in, his tongue sliding over Wille’s bottom lip before it’s exploring his mouth. Simon puts his hand around Wille’s lower back and pulls him closer as he deepens the kiss, their tongues dancing. Wille is overwhelmed by the sparks running through his body right now. He takes Simon’s lip between his and gently sucks, eliciting a moan from him. And if his cock wasn’t already hard, it definitely was now. He runs his fingers through Simon’s hair and starts to kiss down his jaw and neck.

“Talon, is this ok?” Wille whispers.

“More than ok,” Simon breathes in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Wille sucks softly at Simon’s neck and continues kissing across his collarbone, just as he’s about to continue down Simon’s chest the alarm on the iPad goes off. They both look at each other and exhale.

“I just want to stay,” Simon says, dropping his head onto Wille’s shoulder, “but I have to get to my next client or Jacque is gonna be pissed.”

“Hey,” he gently grabs Simon’s chin, placing a soft kiss on his lips, “I booked an hour session on Thursday so we can continue then.” He winks and kisses Simon one last time before he leaves.

~~~

Two nights later, as he danced, Simon searched the club for Wille. He hasn’t stopped thinking about him since they were together last, even having dreams about him. When Wille just held him as he cried, and didn’t try to use his vulnerability to his advantage, Simon knew he was different than the others. He’d never had a man care for him like that, they always just wanted one thing. Well, you put it all out there, not sure what you’re expecting, Simon thought. He continued searching for Wille and his heart dropped when the music stops and the lights go out. Maybe I just didn’t see him, surely he’s here. I’ll just hurry and get to our room a little early.

Simon's feeling so giddy knowing he’s going to see Wille in just a minute. What has this guy done to me? Simon smiles. He quickly blots the sweat off his face and grabs his robe.

When he reaches the room his heart feels like it’s going to jump out of his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm it down, before hanging his robe up and opening the door. He stops just inside the door, looking around frantically, Wille isn’t there. He really wasn’t watching me dance. Where is he? Was I too much for him on Tuesday? Maybe he is upset he didn’t get more out of me but I thought he was different… Simon’s mind goes crazy. He stands silently, just watching the time on the iPad tick by. Five minutes goes by, then 10. He doesn’t want to get assigned another client so he decides to just sit on the sofa and wait out this hour. 17 minutes past when their session should’ve started the client door opens and Wille rushes in. He’s red and sweaty.

“I’m so sorry Talon,” Wille says, clearly out of breath, “Work ran late and I tried my best to get here as soon as I could, I had to run the last six blocks because traffic was at a standstill.”

“You RAN six blocks for me?” Simon says, patting the sofa next to him.

“I would run 100 blocks for you, I couldn’t miss seeing you tonight and I didn’t want you to think I didn’t want to be here. I very much want to be here,” Wille says as he crossed the room, stopping in front of Simon, suddenly shy and awkward. “Can I kiss you?”

Simon smiles softly and nods. When Wille’s lips meet his, for a gentle kiss, all feels right in the world again.

“What do you do for work?” Simon asks, “If you don’t mind sharing.”

Wille sits down next to him sliding his arm around Simon’s waist and pulling him closer. He pulls his legs up and lays them across his lap.

“Well first, I’m sorry I’m sweaty. I didn’t realize it could be this warm in Stockholm the end of September,” Wille says wiping his forehead with his sleeve, “I work in hotel management. I’m based out of London but we’re opening a new hotel here in Stockholm so I’ll be back and forth for the next few months. Your turn. Why don’t you live with your mom and sister? It can’t be worse than living here.”

“Nothing could be worse than living here,” Simon whispers, barely audible but continues when Wille starts to encouragingly caress his leg, “My sister has autism, she works and doesn’t require a high level of support but she still lives with my mom. My mom works hard to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. It’s a one bedroom apartment and I don’t want to be an extra mouth to feed, my mom has enough stress so I just live and work here. I do help with their rent and I hope someday I can make it big as a singer and buy us a house we can live in together.”

Wille sits quiet for a minute, staring down at his fingers as they circle the hair on Simon’s leg, and wonders if he should ask what he wants to. Simon shifts his leg and smiles softly at him.  So he asks, “Talon . . . are you seeing anyone?”

“I told you, Jacque doesn’t let me leave the club very often, how could I be seeing anyone?” Simon replies, realizing it sounded more defensive than he meant, “No, no I’m not seeing anyone. You?” He asks, placing his hand over Wille’s.

“No. I’m busy. Well… in all honesty, I’m not great at meeting people. With my autism, socializing is hard. I would never go into a strip club normally, too many people. I was just REALLY horny that night. But I am so glad I came,” Wille ducks his head and smiles.

Simon laces their fingers together pulling Wille’s hand up to his mouth to kiss it.

“I was wondering . . .” Wille continues, “If maybe I could keep coming here Tuesdays and Thursdays and we could just talk. Kind of like a date but here since Jacque won’t let you leave?”

Simon’s breath catches as Wille looks up at him with the biggest hazel eyes, staring intently.

“I’d really like that,” Simon lays his head on Wille’s shoulder, “I won’t even take your money. When Jacque pays me, I’ll just give it back to you.”

“Absolutely not. You keep it. Just think of it like we’re going on a date and I’m paying for everything.”

Simon kisses Wille’s cheek once. Then twice. Slowly placing little pecks down his face.

“I like you,” Simon whispers in Wille’s ear. Kissing him down his neck pausing at where his neck meets his collarbone to nibble lightly.

Wille shivers. He runs his hand to Simon’s hip and pulls him toward his lap. Simon responds and adjusts. Looking up at him, Wille asks “Is this ok?” with just his eyes.

Simon leans down and answers with a kiss.

“I like you, too Talon,” Wille whispers in between kisses.

“It’s Simon, my real name is Simon,” he says as he holds Wille’s face, “No one except Jacque knows that, not any of the other dancers or security. No one. I trust you, Wille. I know I can, I don’t know how I know but I just feel it, you’re different.”

Wille crashes their lips together frantically, pulling him closer. He grinds against Wille’s hips, feeling Wille’s hard cock against his. His head falls back as he feels Wille’s tongue glide down his neck, to his chest and gasps when Wille bites his nipple gently. And then moans when he starts sucking it. Simon takes Wille’s arms by the wrists and pulls them behind him under his robe. He places Wille’s hands on his ass and Wille immediately squeezes it, looking up at him with the biggest smile. Simon smiles back and runs his tongue across Wille’s bottom lip before sliding it into his mouth. Simon reaches down and rubs Wille’s cock through his pants causing him to bite Simon’s lip gently. Wille lifts his hips as Simon slides his fingers into his waistband pulling his pants down just enough to free his dick. Wille moans into his mouth when he runs his thumb across the tip, collecting the pre-cum that’s forming. Slowly Simon leans back, bringing that thumb to his lips and sucks Wille’s juices from it.

“Fuck Simon.” 

Simon spits in his hand and starts stroking Wille, slowly at first, drawing another moan out of him. As he strokes faster Wille lays his head back on the sofa, exposing his beautiful neck to Simon. And how could I not devour that neck? Simon thinks as he leans forward running his tongue up Wille’s neck, nibbling at his earlobe before he whispers, “Touch me, Wille.”

Wille’s head shoots up and his eyes fill with lust.

“Are you sure? I’m really ok with this right now if you’re not comfortable,” he says chuckling.

“I want you. I need you to touch me. Please.” He begs taking one of Wille’s hands off his ass and putting it across his cock.

“I don’t want you to think you have to continue anything just because we’ve started. If you’re not comfortable and you want to stop, for whatever reason, tell me and we will stop immediately. I won’t think any different of you,” Wille explains.

Simon nods but Wille doesn’t move. “Wille, I will tell you if I need you to stop.”

Wille smiles, squeezing his cock gently. Simon’s body tenses up and he sees concern cross Wille’s face. He pushes up slightly into Wille’s hand, again giving him permission. Simon kisses him, one hand around the back of his neck and stroking him with the other. Wille continues to rub his hard cock through his thong, sliding a finger into the top of it. Simon releases Wille’s dick, taking a deep breath and stands up. Slowly his robe drops from his shoulders, and he slides his thong off, standing bare and vulnerable in front of Wille. What am I doing? Can I really trust him? His mind starts racing. He straddles Wille again, shaking his head, trying to clear his thoughts. When Wille starts to stroke their cocks together Simon’s eyes roll back into his head and he moans loudly.

“Fuuuuuck, that feels so good Wille,” Simon whines. Of course it feels good, it’s felt good with other guys too! His head falls back and Wille starts kissing his neck. He can feel Wille sucking a spot near his jaw and knows he’s going to have a mark there. No one has ever been this gentle with me, allowing me to be in control. He’s so attentive and careful not to cross my boundaries, Simon thinks as Wille caresses his back with his free hand. He feels Wille’s hand slide down his back, squeezing his ass again but this time feels Wille’s finger circle his rim.

“Don’t stop,” Simon gasps.

This is what happens every time, Simon. You think it’s different, then you open yourself up to them completely and that’s when they attack. But it feels so good. Simon grips Wille’s hair at the nape of his neck, trying to give into the pleasure, trying to just not think and enjoy how good he feels but his mind won’t stop. This is going to end badly, you’re going to get hurt. You’re just a stripper, no one really cares about you, they just pay for your body. All of sudden he feels his back hit the sofa, Wille is towering over him now. Simon feels himself starting to hyperventilate, his heart is racing and he’s lightheaded. I TOLD YOU, he just wants your body and he’s going to take what he wants now. You should’ve never let it get this far.

“STOP!” Simon shouts as he shoves Wille off him and stands up. Wille falls to the floor, shocked and eyes wide in horror.

“I’m sorry Simon, I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry if I scared you, I didn’t mean to,” Wille stumbles on his words.

“Don’t come next week. I’ll let Jacque know if I’m ok with scheduling you the week after.” Simon states, snatching his thong from the floor close to where Wille has crumpled. He walks out the door, leaving Wille on his knees in the middle of the room. The alarm on the iPad goes off.

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It’s not until three weeks later that Wille was able to get back to Heaven. He’d called the first Thursday and was told he was allowed to schedule so he immediately scheduled the following Tuesday AND Thursday. Then shit blew up at work and he couldn’t leave London for the next two weeks. He’d called and asked to speak to “Talon” but was told he was unavailable. He was very anxious about today’s session, maybe Simon was just humoring him and going to end things today. He found a seat right in the front row, he wanted Simon to see he was there. 

Simon sauntered out to the middle of the stage in a black mesh crop top with faux leather booty shorts on. Holy shit , Wille thought, feeling his dick twitch. When the music began to thump and Simon started swaying his hips, Wille sat mesmerized, lost in the way the man’s abs worked as he circled his hips, in his delicious ass so round and juicy, and in the way he ran his hands over his body. Wille sat captivated and pretty sure he was drooling, so he reached up and wiped his mouth. 

And every time you leave, it’s getting harder and harder to breathe

I know I can’t make you mine but all this passion is making me blind

No, I can’t seem to get you off my mind 

Was Simon looking at him? It looked like he was mouthing the words to him but he couldn’t be sure. Simon turned his head away and crossed to the other side of the stage performing for the other patrons. Wille tracked his movements, afraid to breathe. But then Simon locked eyes with him as he crossed the stage back towards him, standing directly in front of him.

Don’t you wanna do it all again? We can do it all over the shh

Baby, you can kiss me down my neck, go slowly, Dale, baby

Simon was definitely singing to him, running his fingers down his outstretched neck. Fuck, those veins . Wille was instantly hard. I just want to run my tongue along every inch of them . Wille was surprised when Simon jumped off the stage, taking Wille’s hand and running it down his chest.

Dolla’ pa la babe, Dime yes, sit e gusta como estas

Un pasito para ‘elante, para atras, all night

No I can’t seem to get you off my mind

Wille actually heard Simon singing now as he gave him a lap dance. Simon took his hands again and gave him permission to touch. Wille didn’t care about the other people in the club, not even Jacque. It was just him and Simon as he slowly caressed his body. And then just as quickly as he came, Simon was back on stage as the lights went out. 

Wille immediately headed towards the private room but was cut off by Jacque. 

“I don’t know what that was,” Jacque said waving his fingers towards the stage, “But you better be careful. I can’t risk losing Talon, there better not be anything funny going on with you two.” 

Wille just pushed past him with a nod. 

~~~

When Wille reaches the room he doesn’t sit, all he wants is to hug Simon as soon as he walks in, so he stands nervously next to the back door waiting. Wille wonders what will happen only briefly.

“Can I hug you?” Wille blurts out as soon as the door opens, holding his arms wide. 

Simon steps into Wille's embrace and wraps his arms around him. Wille exhales into the skin on the side of Simon's neck in relief. He relishes Simon in his arms. His body contours to Simon’s effortlessly he realizes. They fit together so well, like two puzzle pieces perfectly cut for each other. Wille just rubs Simon’s back, not wanting to be the first to let go. After a few moments Simon releases him just enough to lean up and kiss Wille’s lips gently. 

“I’m sorry, Wille,” Simon whispers, “I’m so sorry. I overreacted, you didn’t deserve to be left like that. Thank you for coming back. I was scared when you canceled your sessions that I’d never see you again.” Simon hangs his head, shaking it back and forth. 

“Hey, listen, you have nothing to be sorry for, Simon, nothing,” Wille says gently, stroking Simon’s cheek with his thumb, “Can we sit? I think we have a lot to talk about.” Wille steps back and runs his hand gently down Simon’s arm lightly touching his fingers. Simon loops their fingers tenderly and follows Wille as he walks away.  

Wille sits down on the sofa and invites Simon to join him. Simon hesitates for only a moment and then does, situating himself comfortably and laying his head in Wille’s lap. Wille wraps Simon’s curls around his finger one at a time over and over again, gently running his fingers up and down his arm. Simon closes his eyes and they stay quiet for a few minutes. Wille thinking.

“Simon, what have they done to you?” Wille finally says quietly, “You’ve been hurt before and I don’t want to ever make you think I would do the same thing. What happened? I just want to take care of you and if I know what they did, I’ll know what not to do.”

Simon breathes silently for a minute and Wille wonders if he’s asking too much. He’s traumatized and you’re asking him to bring it up again .

“You don’t have t-“ 

“It’s ok, Wille. It’s hard to talk about but I want to be able to tell you. I’ve worked at Heaven for 3 years and almost immediately started getting taken advantage of by the men that come in here. The first time was my third night dancing. I wasn’t even a main dancer but this man started throwing cash at me and I was excited to be getting tips! When he asked if I’d do a private session for him I accepted without thinking about it. Well . . . ” Simon closes his eyes at the memory and Wille caresses his curls in encouragement.  Taking a breath, Simon continues, “He had other ideas, he didn’t want me to dance for him. He grabbed me, spun me around, and pushed me up against the wall as soon as I walked in the room. He ran his fingers across my ass and when he started unzipping his pants I got so scared. His hand was holding my hands against the wall above my head and I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do . . .” 

Wille's heart breaks and he squeezes Simon's arm gently when he hears him sniffle. “I was so naïve. I was able to kick him in the balls with my heel and ran out of the room. But then I got lectured by Jacque that I was there to give these guys what they want. He kept half my pay that night. After that I just sort of gave up and let it be. Let them touch me how they wanted and . . .” Wille waits for Simon to finish his sentence but when he doesn’t, Wille slides his hand under Simon’s arm and rests his palm on his chest over his robe. 

“You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to, Simon, just know that what they did to you is absolutely not ok. You did not deserve that, you should’ve never been told to give them what they want. I’m so fucking mad for you, I could go out there right now and throat punch Jacque.” 

Simon laughs abruptly, breaking the heavy air between them. “I’d like that!” he snorts. But then he goes quiet again and wipes his face. He eventually continues, “A lot of them would get violent if I tried to stop them. One broke my nose because I slapped his hand when he touched my dick. I learned to just get it over with. Most of them started out sweet, just tipping me to dance for them the first session. I think I lead them on and then they think I want more?” He sighs and, whispering, adds “I don’t know.”

“None of this is your fault,” Wille says, pulling Simon closer. He doesn’t know why he chooses now, but he rushes ahead and asks, “Simon . . . have they forced you to have sex against your will?”

“Yes.”

Wille inhales shakily. “How many?” Wille asks, barely audible.

“Only five of them.”

“ONLY FIVE? Five is five too many, Simon!” Wille says, trying not to raise his voice, he feels his blood pressure rising, and his heart racing, “You have to tell the police. You have to report it, Simon. What they’ve done to you is illegal and they should pay for it!” 

“I can’t, Wille. When I first started, there were rumors going around about another dancer being taken advantage of by clients. When he reported it, they came to investigate, didn’t find any evidence and the next day the dancer was gone. Like not just gone, out on the street gone, Wille” Simon gestures with his hand and continues. “ . . . like gone, missing, nowhere to be found, gone.” Wille sees the fear written across Simon’s face.

“You have to get out of here. If you told your mom what was going on, I’m sure she’d let you stay there. You’d be safe there, Simon. If you need another job I’m sure I can find something for you in the hotel business. Maybe not at MY hotels because . . . well, I would like to see you outside of work and that’s frowned upon if we work together. But, Simon, I’m sure I can find you something.” 

“Why are you doing this, Wille?” Simon sits up and turns toward him, “You just came in one night looking for a hook up and now you’re here, listening to my sob story. Why?”

WIlle takes Simon’s hands and looks him in the eyes, rubbing his knuckles. 

“To be honest, I’m not sure. You’re right, I did come in to find someone to fuck that night but when I saw you . . .” Wille pauses. He knows it’s dramatic. It’s also the only way he can think to describe what happened, so he continues. “It was like the world stopped. Like there was an invisible string drawing me to you. It was like my soul had been searching for you and there you were. I’ve never experienced a connection like this before, Simon and sometimes I’m freaked out by it.” Wille chuckles, “But what I do know is, I want to take care of you. I want to treat you the way you deserve. I want to protect you and be your safe place. I know it’ll take a while to earn your trust because of all you’ve been through, but I will do whatever I need to show you that you can trust me. You’ll always be safe with me, Simon.” He kisses the back of Simon’s hands and then leans over and kisses him on his forehead, then his chin, and his nose until he lands on Simon’s lips. It’s a gentle kiss that lingers for a few seconds. “Oh and, I’d really like to see you outside the club. If you’re ok with it.” Wille almost whispers, blushing. “ I’m going to talk to Jacque about it tonight on my way out.”

“Wille, I would really like that too but I don’t know if he’ll go for it,” Simon says with sadness in his eyes. 

“Let me work my magic”, Wille chuckles. “If he agrees, I’ll pick you up Monday morning, ok?”

“Ok!” Simon says daring to hope, “What are we going to do?!”

“It’s a surprise. Just make sure you have a jacket, it might be chilly.” 

Simon grabs his face and kisses him just as the alarm on the iPad goes off. 

~~~

Simon hardly slept Sunday night. He hadn’t believed it when Jacque told him he could have four hours Monday morning, outside the club. He woke early and sat on his bed playing his keyboard before getting up to shower and get ready. Jacque knocked on his door to let him know Wille was waiting for him at the door. 

“Don’t think this is going to be a regular thing,” Jacque had threatened, “You’re lucky that guy has a lot of money or you wouldn’t be going anywhere.”

I hadn’t thought about how Wille had gotten Jacque to agree to this, but it does make sense that he paid him off , Simon thought to himself.

Simon had nodded to Jacque and then grabbed his jacket, hurrying to the door as soon as he’d stepped aside. He’d tried not to show Jacque his excitement. When he’d gotten to the door and opened it, the look on Wille’s face had melted his heart. 

“What?” Simon smiles, softly hitting Wille’s chest, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’ve never seen you without makeup. I didn’t think you could get more beautiful but you are radiant, Simon, like the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” Wille stares at him with heart eyes.

Simon kisses him quickly, looking around to see if anyone would see. Wille takes his hand and they start walking towards the river. 

“So . . . what’s the plan?” Simon asks. 

“Well, I thought it would be nice to take a walk by the river, then breakfast, and then I thought maybe . . . We could go back to my hotel?” Wille says, lowering his voice at the end, watching Simon’s face for his reaction. 

Simon stops and pulls Wille to him and wraps his arms around his neck. 

“That sounds incredible. Like the best first real date ever,” he says standing on his tip toes and kissing Wille on the nose quickly. 

Wille doesn’t let go of him though, “Can I kiss you?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Simon smiles, brushing their noses together.

And then Wille does, he kisses Simon like it’s the first time, leaving him breathless. 

“Come on, let’s go. I’m ready to get to the hotel,” Simon winks and pulls Wille along.

They walk along the river. It’s busy with the river boats getting ready for the day. They stop at a café, it’s warm enough to sit out on the patio. They hold hands over the table talking about their families, their childhoods, and what school was like for them. Simon tells Wille about his dad and the struggles he has. Wille tells Simon more about his terrible parents. 

This is so nice. To be out of the club . Simon thinks and takes a deep breath of fresh air, closing his eyes. 

“What’re you thinking about?” Wille asks.

“Just how nice it is to be out of the club, out in the fresh air,” he smiles, “Thank you. I’m really enjoying myself, maybe not as much as I will when we go to the hotel though.” He raises an eyebrow, smirking. 

“Speaking of which . . . Can we get the check please?” Wille asks the waiter as he passes by. 

A few minutes later they walk towards the hotel. Simon has butterflies in his stomach. 

Why am I nervous? It’s not like we haven’t done anything, we’ve seen each other naked. Well he’s seen me naked, at least. It’s going to be ok, you can trust Wille, just communicate how you’re feeling .

Wille steps in front of him, putting his hands on his shoulders. “Hey, hey, what’s up? What’s going through your mind?”

“I’m just nervous. I don’t know why. I know I can trust you . . . this just feels . . . different.” 

“It’s ok to be nervous, I’m nervous too.” Wille continues as he pulls Simon close, “We don’t have to do anything. We can just hang out. I want to make sure you’re comfortable, that we’re both comfortable, and ok with everything that happens, ok?”

“Hmmm,” Simon brushes their noses together again, smiling.

When they reach the hotel, Wille taps them into a special elevator and hits the button for the top floor. 

“Penthouse suite?” Simon asks, his eyes shining. 

“Maybe,” Wille smirks, “It’s not where I typically stay but I wanted this to be special.” 

When Wille opens the door to their room Simon stands looking around in amazement. The room is probably the size of Heaven. He sees a massive king size bed in the middle of the room, a nervous flip in his stomach registering what it could mean. He clears his throat and continues to take in the massive space. There are floor to ceiling windows looking out to the river they just walked along and there’s even a long dining room table and a kitchen. 

“Wow, this place is FANCY,” Simon laughs as Wille tosses their jackets on the chair near the door. Simon crosses to the windows and Wille follows. They stand together and look out over the city falling into a comfortable banter, enjoying the view, and sharing knowing glances through eyes potent with unspoken need. Despite the flirty conversation, or maybe because of it, the tension grows between them, and their bodies gravitate to one another. Wille slides behind Simon and holds him close across his waist. He peppers kisses along Simon’s neck paying attention to his beauty mark. Wille presses his nose into the edge of Simon’s hairline and inhales, then drags his lips heavily across his skin making goose bumps in the wake of his exhale. Each kiss on Simon’s skin grows more heated and his body responds. Simon hums and runs his hands over Wille’s arms leaning back into his chest and arching his neck for Wille. He can feel the rise and fall of Wille’s breathing and his quickly beating heart. Simon closes his eyes and focuses on what he feels. He is acutely aware of every point their bodies connect, and can think of nothing else. Just Wille. Just this moment. He knows he wants more. He also knows he’s going to have to be the one to shift the dynamic between them and they have limited time. Simon links their left hands together and turning in Wille’s arms, his lips find Wille’s. He doesn’t linger though. Pulling away, he keeps their fingers intertwined so that Wille follows him, as he walks to the bed. He drops Wille’s hand and instead runs his fingers over the soft linens. Wille tracks his fingers as they caress the fabric. Simon pauses, inhales and looks into Wille’s eyes trying to communicate what he wants. They are so close and the air is electric. He needs to know they are on the same page.

“So, what do you want, Wille?” Simon asks seriously, reaching out to draw a seductive trail down Wille’s neck. 

Wille closes his eyes briefly and tries to steady his breathing before he answers. “Today is all about you, whatever you need, whatever you want, you can have.” Simon smiles and raises an eyebrow. Wille continues, snaking a hand up to cradle Simon’s hip, “I want to take care of you, Simon. I want whatever you want and only if you’re comfortable. You don’t have to perform for me, Simon. You’re not here to do ‘whatever they want’.” Wille does air quotes and then presses his point saying, “So I need you to communicate with me. When I ask if you’re ok, I need you to be honest. I just want you to feel safe.”

Simon suddenly grabs Wille by his belt loops, pushing him on the bed. Sliding between his legs he runs his fingers through Wille’s hair, pulling his neck and lifting his chin with his thumbs. Simon runs his thumbs down Wille’s bottom lip as he leans over the shell of his ear. Tell him. You can have what you want. Tell him the truth. Simon closes his eyes and decides to be brave.

“I want you to fuck me, Wille. I’ve been thinking about how you’d feel inside me since our first session,” Simon whispers. He feels Wille gasp and proudly watches the flush of his neck. Simon pulls back and looks at him. Wille’s pupils are so wide, there’s only a thin circle of honey brown and he raises up to kiss Simon tenderly, his fingers tightening in Simon’s curls.

Wille lays back on the bed, pulling Simon down with him. Simon feels him roll them over slowly so Simon’s on his back in the middle of the bed. Wille lays on his side, his elbow on the bed and head in his hand, tracing lines on the strip of Simon’s stomach that’s peeking out under his shirt. Simon laces their fingers together. 

“I’ve been thinking about being inside you since our first session too,” Wille admits unashamedly. His brow furrows briefly and then he continues, “How can I make this the best experience for you though? I don’t want you to have any flashbacks. I want you to enjoy it. All of it.” Wille brings Simon’s hand to his lips and kisses each finger. Simon hums in return, his body responding. 

“I think being in a different place helps the most. I haven’t felt any anxiety since we’ve been here.” He thinks another moment, remembering what happened before, and adds, “Maybe just take it slow, don’t make any fast movements,” he laughs, “I sound like a skittish cat or something.” Wille caresses Simon’s cheek and drags his fingers along his jaw. He leans in and presses their foreheads together, gently tracing Simon’s nose with his own. Wille tilts his head and their lips find each other. The kiss starts tender but quickly grows deep and hungry. 

“I’ll take it slow. Can I undress you?” Wille asks, pausing to catch his breath. 

Simon nods and giggles, kicking off his shoes and stretching out on the bed. 

After another kiss, Wille lifts Simon’s shirt over his head and then, with a smile and nod from Simon, slowly unbuttons his jeans and unzips them. Wille slides off the bed, pulling Simon’s jeans and underwear off. Simon feels self-conscious with Wille admiring his naked body like that, he jokingly covers his dick and chest. Wille looks at him with such hunger, but also something more. Something new. Simon’s breath stutters, he’s not accustomed to seeing such care along with the desire. 

“I just can’t believe how beautiful you are, Simon. I’ll never stop saying it.” Wille whispers and he slides his shirt over his head with one arm and then shimmies out of his own pants and boxers. Crawling back up the bed, he maps out Simon’s body with kisses, sometimes dragging his tongue across his skin like he’s committing every curve, bone and dip to memory. Wille worships him and Simon gives himself over to the sensation, a desperate want building under his skin until he cannot wait. He pulls Wille up, crashing their lips together. Wille kisses him and kisses him. Breathless, Wille finally pulls back and Simon looks up at him, his thumb trailing the side of WIlle’s neck. Eyes locked, Wille silently asks and Simon nods. Smiling, Wille kisses him once more then gets up and walks to the nightstand grabbing the lube and condoms from the drawer. Wille again crawls up on the bed, parting Simon’s legs, and sitting criss cross between them, his own cock already heavy in his lap. He runs his hand up Simon’s leg and leans in to place a kiss on the inside of his knee. 

Simon exhales, sounding almost like a moan. “Should I prep myself?” he asks. 

“I’d like to do it, if that’s ok?” Wille asks. 

Simon nods. This time, though, Wille needs to actually hear him. “Simon, please tell me. I need to hear you say it.” 

“Yes, Wille. Please make me ready for you. I want you to open me up, Wille.” 

Simon bends his knees and rests his heels over Wille’s waist, brushing his ass with them. Wille shivers at the touch. Simon is so beautiful like this. Trusting and skin flush with need. Simon’s cock lays against his belly, while Wille’s pulses between his legs. Wille opens the lube and slicks his right fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. Running his other hand up Simon’s calf, Wille squeezes his knee so Simon will find his gaze asking the question again. Simon looks at him through his lashes and again, nods, words already spoken still lingering in the heavy air. They share a smile and Simon closes his eyes, laying back his head, his hands finding purchase and making fists in the expensive sheets. Wille rubs along the bone of Simon’s right ankle and raises it to his lips briefly pressing kisses into the skin. Lowering it back to the bed, his left hand skates up Simon’s leg and pushes gently on his knee so they both naturally fall open. Wille applies gentle pressure to his thigh holding Simon’s leg firmly against the mattress. After a moment, Simon’s body relaxes and falls open more. Simon’s breath hitches and Wille smiles watching his chest rise and fall steadily in anticipation. Wille slowly begins to circle Simon’s rim with a wet finger. Simon’s breathing is shallow and fast, making little whimpers as he pants. He bites down on his bottom lip. Wille takes Simon’s cock in his other hand and squeezes the base while slowly increasing the pressure on the circular muscle of his hole. When he pushes a finger into Simon’s entrance a long loud moan suddenly escapes Simon and his eyes shoot open, hands flying to cover his mouth. 

“There’s no one else on this floor today, be as loud as you want. No one can hear,” Wille says as he begins to move his finger in and out. 

Slowly, he also works Simon’s cock, watching his foreskin retract as it grows. Simon can’t take his eyes off Wille. How did I get so lucky to find him ?  He gasps and grabs Wille’s wrist when he feels him slide another finger in. Wille stills, waiting for Simon’s body to adjust. After a few seconds, Simon lets go of Wille’s wrist and nods to him. “Keep going,” Simon pants. He can feel Wille reaching the sweet spot in his ass with those two fingers. “Feels so good, Wille. So good.” Wille smiles. This is what he wants. He wants Simon to feel good and his cock aches at the thought. Simon begins to set a steady pace and pushes back onto his hand more urgently. Wille strokes him faster, matching the rhythm of his fingers and Simon feels the pleasure pooling in his lower stomach. 

“Fuck, Wille! Do you want me to cum?” Simon asks in between moans. 

“What do you want?” Wille slows to allow Simon to think and catch a breath. 

“I want you inside me. I want to cum with your dick pulsing deep in me,” Simon begs, pulling Wille to him by his wrist. Threading his fingers in Wille’s hair, Simon kisses him. A deep and dirty kiss. Their mouths are frantic and a fever of passion, cocks sliding together. Wille moans chasing the friction he desperately needs. Simon’s tongue explores Wille’s mouth, and sucks on his lip. Wille moans and returns the kiss so deeply he presses Simon into the mattress. 

Reluctant to pull away, Wille sits back on his knees, grabs the condom from where he’s tossed it on the bed, and rolls it on. His eyes never leave Simon’s. He runs his hands down Simon’s chest, down his hips, and down to the back of his knees. Simon feels goosebumps travel all over his body as Wille pulls Simon’s legs up over his shoulders. Wille presses the head of his cock against Simon’s rim and they both whimper, Simon’s hands scrambling to Wille’s neck. 

“Is this ok?” Wille whispers as he leans in to kiss Simon again. 

“Oh my god. Yes. So ok.”

Wille pushes his hips forward and, when Simon feels the tip of Wille’s dick enter him, he lets out a low growl and arches his back. Wille stills, brow knit in concern. Simon is desperate now though. He reaches out and puts his hands around Wille’s sides, pulling him even deeper until inch by inch Wille’s full length is inside him. He feels himself stretching around Wille, his nerves on fire. He feels so full but a good full, like he never wants to be empty again. He moves his hands from Wille’s sides to his chest and Wille starts to slide in and out slowly, never taking his eyes off Simon. Wille sets an intentional pace relishing the push and pull, and adjusting his angle by watching the little landscapes of pleasure move across Simon’s face. He hisses when he hits Simon’s prostate and Simon pinches his nipples. Simon writhes beneath him and Wille speeds up his thrusts, not too fast but enough that there’s almost consistent movement on Simon’s prostate. Simon has lost all sense of words, he’s just moaning Wille’s name now. Wille. Wille. Wille. A mantra in his mind. This is just us. I want *this*. Does he? Does he care for me? Can I let go? Simon’s brow furrows as he chases the pleasure trying to stay present. But he needs more and his dick is desperate for some relief so he reaches down and starts stroking it. Wille slows down and then stops, buried deep in Simon’s ass. Simon opens his eyes and gives him an “what’s going on?” look, trying to calm his breathing so he can speak. 

“Do you want to ride me?” Wille asks, “Whatever you want but then you can have more control. I want you to get nothing but pleasure out of this Simon, whatever will help your mind quiet down and you can just feel.”

“Yes, please, you’ll be even deeper inside me.” he says, pulling Wille down for another kiss. He gave me control. He’s putting me first. 

Wille pulls out and they both grunt at the drag and loss. Wille slides up and sits against the headboard, stroking himself with more lube. The image is filthy and so hot, Simon would love to watch but he needs more. He moves up to Wille and kisses him hard pulling on the hairs of Wille’s nape. Simon straddles him and guides his solid dick back into his hole. Simon hovers for a moment with just the head inside, catching his breath. He presses their foreheads together. “So good,” Simon whispers into the tiny space between them. Wille holds his hips and kisses his chest as he slides down slowly. Wille is so deep and Simon circles his hips a few times, pulling a loud moan from Wille. 

“Mmm, you like that huh?” Simon hums.

“Fuck, yes, you feel so good stretched around me, so warm and-“ Wille drops his head back against the headboard, eyes closed, “Just fuuuuucckk, Simon. I’ve had sex before but it’s NEVER felt like this.”  

Fully embracing Wille giving over control, Simon marvels at the man beneath him. This is so right. This feels so good. He is so good. Simon grabs the headboard and begins to ride Wille, bouncing up and down until they’re both panting loudly. Sweat dripping from Simon’s hair, his wet curls stick to his forehead. Wille runs his fingers through Simon’s hair and then down to caress his back. He feels Wille’s hands just roaming his body gently, his thumbs lightly digging into his hips, his fingertips gliding across his collarbones, down his ribs, and around to his ass. He looks down and watches Wille’s hungry eyes devour his skin as though he were a feast. This is what it’s like to be taken care of, to be worshipped . Simon is at peace, his mind finally quiets of doubt and he grinds down harder. Fully present, he can feel everything. Not just the electric sizzling points of slick contact, but the beauty of Wille beneath him all swollen lips and blown pupils, the unfamiliar tug of his own heart, and the boiling pool of desire running up his spine reaching the surface. He reaches down and runs his fingers through Wille’s hair, grasping at it as he feels himself getting closer and locking eyes with him. 

“I’m getting close” Simon whines. “Touch me, Wille. Please.”

Wille immediately takes Simon’s cock in his hand and starts stroking him. Simon can feel Wille’s other hand hover over his chest and come to rest on his cheek, he feels him everywhere as the pleasure overtakes him. He cums in thick, warm ribbons all over Wille’s hand and stomach. He leans his head into Wille’s, feeling his dick pulsing deep inside him. When Simon tightens his muscles, Wille lets out a long moan and pulls Simon to his chest as he releases inside him. The room goes silent, except for their labored breathing.

Simon collapses onto Wille, turning them on their sides to face each other. 

He kisses Wille and whispers, “I love you, Wille. I know that might b-”

Wille interrupts him with a kiss, “I love you, too, Simon,” he smiles, “I think I have since that first night.”

Simon lays his head on Wille’s chest, just as he’s about to drift to sleep the alarm on Wille’s watch goes off. Time’s up .

Chapter Text

For the next several weeks Wille continued his twice a week sessions at the club and the few mornings when Simon was allowed to leave, Wille picked him up. Wille cherished time alone with Simon and they made the most of it. Walking the waterfront and exploring the city, Wille showed him a tender heart and Simon shared more and more openly. Occasionally peppering their conversations with heartbreaking things like, “I didn’t know it could feel like this.” Wille listened more than anything and slowly, as he waited, consistent and sure in his love for Simon, Simon gradually came to realise and then trust that his love was real. 

One rare morning out, Simon shyly explained that his body ached for Wille–and not in the way Wille would initially imagine. It was far more devastating. Just the touch of Wille’s hand slipping across the small of his back or his thumb rubbing gently over each knuckle as they talked, gave Simon the shivers. Simon ached for gentleness, for kindness, for genuine affection. Wille learned that Simon wasn’t treated gently most of the time. The men who frequented the club were beastly all heavy dumb paws and smokey hot breath. Wille grew to understand Simon had known little else even as a little boy. His Papa was rough and as a result, his Mama had a hard time regulating her emotions having outbursts or weeping which was exceedingly hard on Simon. Wille listened to Simon explain that kids had been cruel growing up, calling him names and shunning him from friend groups because he was the ‘foreign’ kid with the brown skin and black curls. Simon had tried to fit in, learning the language quickly, and straightening his hair like the other boys. But unlike Wille who had not always felt sure about his sexuality, Simon knew he was different. He had always just known he loved boys. I know I love this boy , Wille had said to him, pressing their foreheads together and slowly tracing his nose with his own. They didn’t have much time so they hadn’t recreated their passionate exploits but whatever time they did spend together was precious to Wille. He wanted to spend every moment together. Wille knew they grew closer with each passing day and no matter how long each visit was, in or out of the club, Wille never wanted it to end. He tried to get Jacque to let Simon leave for longer periods but he refused, always saying he needed Simon for one thing or the other. 

An idea gradually formed in Wille’s mind and he was excited to talk to Simon about it at their next session. He arrived at Heaven earlier than expected and found a seat in the front row. The other dancers left the stage and when the lights and music started up again, Simon wasn’t there as expected. Another dancer was. Where’s Simon ? Wille started to panic. Immediately, he jumped to his feet to find Jacque not knowing what he would say. Through the pulsing lights and the choking haze, Wille spotted him from across the club and hurled himself forward. 

“Where’s Talon? Is he ok? Is he hurt? Is he sick? WHERE IS HE?” Wille shouted above the music.. 

“Calm down William.” Jacque said, barely looking up.

“Don’t tell me to calm down, WHERE IS TALON?” Wille screamed. Red flooded in the corners of his vision and he frustratedly blinked it away. If Jacque didn't tell him what was going on soon, he might leave the club in handcuffs.

“He said he’d meet you in the private room for your session on time, he was just not able to dance tonight.” 

Wille ran to the room and rushed through the door to discover that Simon was lying on the sofa, his foot elevated and wrapped in ice. 

~~~

Wille crosses the rooms in two strides and kneels next to Simon whose startled eyes soften after the surprise of the door thrown open and seeing Wille’s desperate face. Wille’s eyes scan the scene and take in Simon’s haphazardly bandaged foot, and his nervous fingers sticking out from underneath his sweatshirt sleeves like tiny paws then sweep up to meet his eyes. Exhaling a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, Wille closes his eyes and lays his head in Simon’s lap. With the faintest smile, Simon stops fidgeting and runs his fingers through the delicate straw colored fringe. Wille’s breathing slows. He raises his head and gently runs a single finger over Simon’s foot.

“What happened?” Wille asks, turning to look at Simon. Simon doesn’t answer immediately and Wille waits, bringing his hand up to caress Simon’s cheek encouragingly.

Simon scans Wille’s face and bites his lip nervously. He takes Wille’s hand from his cheek, lacing their fingers, looks down, and takes a sad deep breath. 

“A client got too excited last night and when I refused to have sex with him, he shoved me off the platform. I twisted my ankle,” Simon says, pointing to the raised platform in the middle of the room. “I think it’s just a sprain but Jacque won’t take me to get it looked at. He says I can just take a break from dancing for a few days and it’ll be better.”

Wille blinks and feels a red hot tear run down his cheek. Simon is quick to wipe it away.

“I’m ok, Wille. I’ll be ok, it’s just a little sprain.” Simon soothes and adds quietly, looking down again at their fingers, “I stood up for myself though, I didn’t let him take advantage of me.”

Hearing the tremble of his voice, Wille raises his eyes trying to find Simon’s. When Simon doesn’t return his gaze, Wille pulls his delicate fingers further towards him and slowly traces the pronounced veins on the back of Simon’s hands with the gentle pressure of his thumbs. Reverently, Wille kisses each knuckle in turn, finally succeeding in Simon meeting his eyes. 

With another firm press of his thumbs, Wille looks intently at Simon and says, “I am so proud of you for doing that Simon but . . . “ Wille hesitates. Simon is his own man. You know this. He is more resilient than anyone you have ever known. And in the same jumbled thought, Wille needs Simon to know his worth so he adds, “You shouldn’t have to. You shouldn’t be treated like that. It’s not ok. I know you’re strong and don’t need a rescuer. But I . . . I wish I could protect you all the time.” 

Simon smiles a bit more confidently now and in the resulting crinkles around his eyes, Wille somehow finds the courage to continue, “I wanted to talk to you about something . . . ”

Simon sits up and Wille quickly slides onto the sofa and carefully elevates his foot on his lap. 

“I’ve been thinking . . . “ Breathe. You practiced this. Use I statements. Wille starts again, “I get scared when you tell me things like this. I feel like you need to get out of here. You can’t do this forever. You can’t live like this.” Correcting course, Wille pauses and then adjusts, “I don’t want you to live like this.”

“Wille, we’ve talked about this. I don’t really have a choice. I don’t have anywhere to go and Jacque won’t just let me quit. I’m his prize dancer, he’s already pissed that I can’t dance for a couple nights. He banned the guy from ever coming back, not because he was violent but because now that I am off my foot for a couple of days, Jacque isn’t making as much money.”

“I know, I know. But I’ve been thinking . . . “ Wille inhales deeply and Simon waits, giving him space to get his words to line up. Wille doesn’t dare look him in the eyes. I have to tell him. He's going to be mad. I overstepped big time and I’d do it again if it meant he was safe. What if he says no?! Before he can spiral and completely overthink how to proceed, WIlle rushes ahead in one breath, “I’ve been planning this out for the last week. Here’s what I’m thinking. I want you to move to London with me, like live with me. And I want you to pursue music. They have some good recording studios in London and some great music schools, so many opportunities there. You don’t have to worry about working. My job pays well and I have money saved so there’s no need. Maybe, if you want, you could start giving piano lessons or something but you don’t need to, we won’t be hurting for money. I just want you to focus on your music. And, because I know you worry about your mom and sister, you can come back with me whenever you want and visit them. And . . . ” Wille pauses, nervous about this next part, then blurts out “I hope you’re not mad about this but . . . I paid your mom’s rent for the next six months. It’s already been done because I was going to do it anyway, whether you come to London or not. I love you, Simon. I want to take care of you, protect you, help you achieve your dreams. You deserve that and so much more. So, what do you think?” Wille keeps his eyes on their fingers.  There's a horrible silence. He closes his eyes, assuming the worst. More silence and just the screaming in his head. He bravely decides to look at Simon and what he sees breaks him. It’s too much and not enough. He can’t tell if the tears in Simon’s eyes are a good sign or not. So he reaches out and does the only thing he knows. He soothes. Wille wipes the tears away as they fall, waiting patiently for an answer. 

“Wille . . .” Simon whispers so quietly that Wille thinks he imagined it. But then Simon clears his throat and continues more confidently, “You’ve really thought of everything huh?” He smiles. “I want nothing more than to be with you all the time, to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep in your arms every night but . . . Jacque won’t let me just leave. I don’t know what he’d do to keep me here but I’m afraid to find out.” 

Wille’s heart drops seeing the sadness, the hopelessness in Simon’s eyes. 

Quietly, Wille presses forward. “I thought about that too. What if we leave for London on Christmas Eve? You get a couple days off during that time right? We’ll use that as the cover for you leaving but you’ll just never come back. And over the next month when I come to sessions I’ll bring a backpack, I can sneak out some of your personal stuff a little at a time.” 

Simon’s eyes widen slightly and he scoots onto Wille’s lap. His smile slowly broadens as it sinks in. It might actually work. Maybe he could escape. And more importantly, maybe he could actually be with Wille. “You really did think of EVERYTHING!” he says, kissing him. “Do you think it will work? I don’t know, Wille.”

Wille presses their foreheads together and breathes into the space between them, “I love you, Simon, more and more every day. Please say yes, come to London with me?” 

Simon leans back and searches Wille’s eyes for doubt or, worse, signs that he’s lying. Wille smiles back at him with his toothy grin and his dancing amber eyes. With a deep breath and a leap from his heart, Simon squeals, “Yes, Wille, yes, yes, yes!” kissing him again.

Wille wraps him up and lays him down carefully on the sofa, laying down with him. Simon listens and thoughtfully traces the veins in Wille’s hands as he tells Simon all about life in London until the alarm on the iPad goes off.

~~~

The next month flew by and Wille tried to spend every chance he could with Simon. The plan to sneak stuff out worked well and they only had tonight’s session before the break for Christmas Eve. Wille walked into Heaven for the last time, practically shaking with excitement. He couldn’t wait to have Simon HOME with him, where he knew he was safe and they could both rest easier. He had prepared carefully, securing an early flight in the morning and creating a welcoming space in his house, THEIR house, in London. One more visit at the club, normal like clockwork so as not to pique Jacque’s interest, was all they needed to get through. He found his normal seat just as the lights went off. The music started and Wille was a little surprised at how slow the song was. 

Last dance, last chance for love

Yes, it’s my last chance for romance tonight

I need you by me, beside me to guide me

To hold me, to scold me, cause when I’m bad, I’m so, so bad

Wille smiled as he heard the lyrics and then Simon was discoing across the stage. The small crowd cheered him on, throwing cash on the stage as he danced. He continued to sway back and forth across the stage and then stopped right in front of Wille, calling him up on stage with his fingers. It wasn’t the first time Wille had seen an audience member brought up on stage but he couldn’t help but wonder what Jacque would think when he saw this. Fuck it, we’re out of here tomorrow, what is he gonna do?! Wille hopped up on the stage, Simon grabbed his hand and twirled him.

Yeah, oh, oh, oh well

Will you be my Mr. Right? Can you fill my appetite? 

I can’t be sure that you’re the one for me 

All that I ask is that you dance with me, dance with me, dance with me

Wille felt Simon’s hand around his waist as he dipped him and then planted a kiss on his lips as he stood up. The crowd cheered even louder and a couple guys high fived him as he stepped off the stage and sat back down. As the music ended, Simon winked at him and made a heart with his hands before leaving the stage.  Wille tried to be casual about slowly making his way to the private rooms. He’d briefly made eye contact with Jacque and nodded hoping his face was unreadable. I’m getting him out of this hell. Simon will be free of you, Motherfucker. Wille thought. When he figured they hadn’t raised Jacque’s suspicions, he made his way to their room one last time.

~~~

“What were you trying to do, get me kicked out?!” Wille laughs as he picks up Simon and twirls him around the small room.  

“I figured, it’s my last night, my last dance, what is Jacque going to do? It was fun wasn’t it?” Simon beams down at him.

Wille nods as he sets him down gently, and slowly backs him up to the wall. Wille kisses him deeply and then parts his lips to lick into Simon’s mouth. 

Wille breathes into their shared space, “Is this ok?”

Simon nods, smirking. 

Nosing his chin up to expose Simon’s neck, Wille kisses a path down to his collarbones and gently teases the knot of his robe untied. Simon gently pushes him back. Wille looks up a bit confused.

“I have an idea I want to run by you,” Simon says shyly. Wille can see a mischievous look in his eye. “Have you heard of snowballing?” Simon asks, slowly taking the lead from WIlle. He begins unbuttoning Wille’s pants, guiding him towards the sofa. 

Wille’s eyes get big in surprise and he chuckles at Simon’s boldness, backing up obediently as Simon works on his pants. “I have, I’ve always wanted to try it but never had a willing participant.” His legs hit the couch and he scrambles to unbutton and quickly shrugs out of his own shirt.

Simon drops his robe to the floor and stands naked before him. “Willing participant,” he says pointing to himself with a shy grin and an attempt at a wink that’s really just a blink.  Wille loves this new emboldened Simon.

Oh my god, I didn’t think he could get any more beautiful, Wille thinks as Simon slides his pants and boxers down and pushes him down onto the sofa. His cock swings free and it doesn’t matter because all he knows at this moment is Simon.

Simon quickly kneels in between his legs, all pretense and teasing forgotten, taking Wille’s cock in his mouth without warning. Wille lays his head back on the sofa as he feels his dick grow in Simon’s mouth. Simon really knows what he’s doing and he’s solid in seconds. As Wille reaches down to curl his fingers through Simon’s hair, he notices Simon’s other hand moving but the sofa is blocking his view so he scoots to the edge so he can watch Simon stroking himself. Wille moans as Simon runs his tongue up the underside of his dick, bobbing up and down on just the tip. Simon spits in his hand and starts stroking himself faster. I could cum just from watching him touch himself but I need to get my mouth on that gorgeous cock. Wille pulls Simon up, kissing him, tasting himself on Simon’s tongue. 

“I need to get my mouth on that gorgeous cock,” Wille repeats, out loud this time, as he strokes Simon a few times. Simon hums in agreement and smiles into a kiss. Wille lays down on the sofa, as Simon climbs on top of him, putting a knee on each side of his head. Giggling slightly as Simon scrambles above him, Wille marvels at this man. They take each other into their mouths at the same time and moan in unison. Wille hums in delight and Simon pushes forward, which Wille loves. It’s intoxicating having Simon so close. His arms wrapped around Wille’s hips pulling him closer, somehow his cock going deeper in Simon’s mouth, his beautiful cheeks brushing the inside of Wille’s thighs and Simon’s breath ghosting over his balls as he takes him down over and over. Wille inhales deeply, nose deep in the soft curls at the base of his cock. He loves Simon’s smell. It's heady and sweaty and so very Simon . OMG. Simon. Simon. Simon . Wille gasps when Simon takes him deep and swallows around the head of his very swollen cock. He’s a little dizzy and grasps at Simon’s hips trying desperately to pull Simon’s cock deeper. He wants to devour him. The room is all slick and vibrating, aflame with the most indecently incredible sounds–their bodies moving together with a growing frenetic energy, the couch complaining slightly at their desperation. Wille feels Simon’s tip hit the back of his throat and his eyes water, spit drooling past the hot bruised pink of his lips. He does not care. He could die just like this. As long as he can taste Simon, and touch Simon, and hear Simon come apart. Simon flattens his tongue and drags it up Wille’s length, circling the head and lingering around the tip and then darting into his slit. Wille reflexively bucks up pushing his cock farther into Simon’s mouth, his body pleading for more. Simon groans and his own hips thrust forward choking Wille. He is painfully hard and can feel Simon’s cock pulse against his tongue. Frantic now, and consumed by each other, it doesn’t take long for them both to come to the edge. 

“Oh God! I’m close, Simon.” Wille warns around Simon’s cock.

“So am I.”

Wille arches his back, plants both feet on the couch, and bucks his hips up hard as he cums in Simon’s eager mouth, grabbing Simon’s waist and chasing the sweet depth of his throat as he does. He wants to fill him. He doesn’t have time to even breathe or come down from his high, though, before Simon is pushing deep into his throat shooting his hot load into his mouth too. The next moment is a blur, Simon sits up suddenly and scrambles around, flinging his legs across Wille’s body so he faces him now, their spit wet softening cocks rubbing together. He straddles him, with a devilish smirk. Simon is both filthy and exceedingly beautiful–curls wild, face tear stained from choking and his mouth red and swollen and glistening. Simon parts his lips and pushes out his tongue, Wille’s cum forming a thick stream as it flows to the tip. Simon leans over him and grabs Wille’s face so he opens his mouth obediently. Wille cannot look away. So he stares as his own cum reaches the tip of Simon’s tongue and the moment seems to stretch as he waits for it to fall. Simon has never looked hotter, dripping Wille’s cum into his own mouth, and Wille having the first taste of them both, cannot help but pull him down to crash their lips together and use their tongues to mix their loads. They furiously devour each other, swallowing again and again. Breathlessly, Simon separates their lips and runs his thumb down Wille’s bottom lip, running his tongue along the inside of it, tasting any leftover cum before sucking his lip clean. Wille wipes the cum from the corner of Simon’s mouth and sucks it off his finger. 

“FUCK” they both say as they collapse into each other, giggling. 

Simon curls into Wille’s side and flings his arm across his chest and a leg over his thigh.  Wille threads his fingers through Simon’s sweaty locks and lets his other hand run up and down Simon’s arm. Catching their breath, they revel in the sudden sweetness, ironically tender despite their raunchy escapade. Or perhaps because of it. Simon closes his eyes and quietly hums as he draws lines over and across Wille’s ribs. 

With his own eyes shut, Wille smiles with a sudden realization.

“Tomorrow’s the day.” Wille whispers, his hand dropping from Simon’s head to run his fingertips along his spine. 

“I won’t be able to sleep!” Simon says, then continues barely audibly “I love you, Wille.”

“I love you too, Simon. I’ll love you until the day after forever,” Wille whispers as he kisses Simon’s curls.

The iPad alarm goes off and Simon looks up at Wille from where he is laying his head on his chest. 

“Never again,” Wille laughs. 

~~~

Simon didn’t sleep. He paced and worried and wondered if their plan would blow up in their faces. He finally finished putting the last of his clothes in his bag, looking around his room. He didn’t have much stuff to start with and he and Wille had carefully, slowly removed all that was important. So when Jacque saw his room later today, Simon knew that he wouldn’t initially suspect anything. Simon won't miss this room, he can’t wait to get the rest of his life started outside the club. He was going to miss his keyboard though, it was too big to sneak out so he had to leave it behind. Simon took another glance around and thought without remorse, I’ll just get another one once I can save up some money . 

He slipped his arms into the only coat he owned, shouldered his small backpack, and walked down the creaky sticky stairs of the club. He needed to act nonchalant but his stomach was in knots. It looked small and dark and dirty now. Smelled even worse–all stale booze and smothered dreams. The stage stood quiet and oddly raw, like the echo of the music and men and money hung in the haze of the room. It was a darkness he was leaving behind. He found Jacque with his back to him leaned over the bar, and Simon murmured something about the holiday as he walked quickly by. Jacque, so assured of his control, didn’t even respond. Simon’s brain paused and his breath hitched as he bravely approached the door and put his hand on the dirty door handle. Don’t look back. Could it be this easy? Don’t look back. Wille is waiting outside for you, just like he said he would be. Don’t look back. Keep moving forward , SImon thought. He took in a deep breath and turned the knob, opening the door and walking into the sunlight. He took only a step or two, without looking back, before he lifted his head and spotted Wille, smiling and waiting for him by a taxi. He came.  

“Your chariot awaits, sir,” Wille said, opening the door. 

Simon kissed his cheek before sliding into the taxi. His heart raced at the thought that he never had to go back to Heaven again. Why is it even called that? More like hell , he thought, linking his fingers with Wille’s. He never did look back. Instead, he looked ahead out the front windshield of the car, his head tucked against Wille’s chest, listening to his heartbeat as it drummed the baseline to his new life. 

They stopped by his mom’s house to say goodbye to her and his sister. Wille had met them both a few weeks ago when they invited them out to breakfast. Sara had opened up unsurprisingly at Wille’s gentle smiles and interested questions. Just as Simon knew they would, his family loved Wille. And more so, they loved that Simon loved Wille. When they grew bold enough to share their plan, his mom had been speechless at Wille’s generous gift. 

“Thank you for saving my boy,” Linda said quietly to Wille when they hugged goodbye. Simon watched tenderly and then carefully tucked his love for his family into a safe little corner of his heart unwilling to rethink their plan. He knew it was the only way. Jacque would never allow him to be free if he stayed. Everyone in the room knew it was true. With that understanding, they didn’t linger. They had to put some distance between them and the city. So they moved with painful intention through the tearful embraces and then raced to the airport. 

~~~

Simon snuggles into Wille as the plane takes off and sleeps in his arms almost the full 2.5 hours utterly exhausted. When he wakes up, blinking at the sun streaming through the window, he feels different. He feels calm, he feels safe. Wille always makes him feel safe when he is with him. When he had been alone at the club he always had to be on high alert. This feels new. He closes his eyes and remembers the times he’d laid in bed at night wondering if Wille was just going to disappear. But he didn’t, he came back, over and over again and now he’d never have to leave again. Simon squeezes Wille’s sides ever so slightly and breathes in his cologne. There is a new tug in his chest and he feels it settle into a certainty. This. This is safe. This is the place where I can be both grounded and free. 

“I love you, Wille,” Simon says as he sits up, holding Wille's hand and shifting so he can gaze into his eyes, “Thank you.” Wille’s brows adorably crinkle in question. Simon straightens up a bit more and presses ahead, “Thank you for coming back for me, time and time again. When I feel like I’m being tossed around, like I’m drowning, you’re my anchor, my safe place. I finally feel like I can reinvent myself because of that.” Taking a breath, he drops his watery eyes to their fingers and watches as Wille traces his knuckles then continues, “I just really, really love you.” 

Wille uses his free hand to lift Simon’s face. He wipes the tear from his cheek, “I love you, too Simon. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. You are my home.”

When they land in London, a car is waiting for them. Simon just stares out the window, amazed by the beautiful architecture and double decker buses! He loves double decker buses and they have them in Stockholm but there’s so many more in London! He can’t wait to explore. He looks over at Wille who is just watching him with nothing but love in his eyes. 

“Can we go see Big Ben? And ride the London Eye? Oh and what about Sky Garden?” 

“Yes, yes, and yes,” Wille laughs, rubbing Simon’s shoulder, “Oh, this is us.” He points as the car stops.

Simon steps out of the car, grinning ear to ear as he looks up at his building, their building. I can’t believe this is my life. I can’t believe I live in London with the man I love ! He audibly squeals and hugs Wille.

Wille leads him inside but then asks Simon to wait outside their door for just a minute. Simon is buzzing, he’s never been more excited or happy in his life. When Wille opens the door Simon jumps into his arms and Wille twirls him around before gently setting him down, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. 

“This is our home,” Wille says.

Simon looks around as he walks into the living area. It’s beautifully decorated in a neutral soothing palette of creams and browns. Their sofa looks so much more comfortable than the dingy one at the club. Delightedly, Simon’s eyes fall on the details of the space and then he squeals, noticing there’s a huge TV hanging on the wall.

“I can’t wait to watch movies with you cuddled up on the couch!”

As he continues looking around the room his eyes freeze on something along the wall under the windows. 

“Wille! . . . A piano? Like a REAL piano?” Simon whispers, walking over to it and sliding his fingers along the beautifully polished wood. He leans over the bench and lightly plays a few chords. 

“When you couldn’t bring your keyboard, I knew I had to have a piano waiting for you. And I also ordered a guitar. You’ll need both to pursue your music career.”

Simon feels Wille come up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, he stands up and melts back into him. 

“Thank you, Wille,” Simon says, sniffling, “I know I’m saying that a lot but I never thought my life could be like this. I thought I’d always just live in that hell hole, that I’d never get out. But you rescued me AND you got me a FUCKING PIANO??” Before Wille can respond, he starts jumping again, accidentally bumping Wille’s chin with his shoulder. 

“Ah! I’m sorry!”

Wille just laughs, “You’re so cute when you’re excited.” Grabbing his hand, Wille spins him around and they laugh falling into an easy gentle kiss. It's not lost on Simon that it is their first kiss in their new home. The first kiss of their new life. It’s perfect. Tender and unhurried and so so so sweet. Wille eventually leads Simon through to the kitchen which is probably bigger than his mom’s whole apartment. They continue into the first bedroom down the hall.

“I thought this could be your studio space, where you can write your songs and practice. I put a comfy chair in here because I’ll DEFINITELY be in here listening to you,” Wille explains leaning against the door frame and watching as Simon walks around the space.

“Why is the piano in the living area then?”

“I left it out there because I wanted you to see it first thing, plus I can hear you play all throughout the apartment if it’s out there. But you’re more than welcome to move it in here, it has wheels.”

Simon squeezes Wille’s hand, still smiling ear to ear. They travel down the hall and into their bedroom. 

“And this . . . this is OUR room.” Wille says, stepping to the side so Simon can take it all in. 

This room is also beautifully decorated. There’s a massive four poster bed in the middle with nightstands on either side. He takes in the elegant linens, the tall windows and beautiful drapes, the deep plush area rug, the rich wood of the wardrobe against one wall and the little step stool next to his side the bed. One of the nightstands has flowers on it. Simon strolls over and smells them, nosing the petals and inhaling deeply.

“No one has ever gotten me flowers before. Wait, these are for me right?” Simon jokes. 

“Of course they are, that’s your side of the bed. I’ve already stocked the bottom drawer with some . . . essentials.” Wille winks. 

As Simon starts to climb up on the bed, Wille stops him. 

“Don’t you want to see the bathroom?” he says as he gestures behind him to two beautiful glass doors.

Simon’s eyes grow wide as he walks over and opens the French doors into the bathroom. Ok, this bathroom is DEFINITELY bigger than mama’s house . He runs his fingers along the marble sink, stopping next to a bathtub that could be a hot tub. It's so big. He walks straight into the shower and turns to look at Wille. 

“There’s plenty of room in here for . . . activities,” Simon smirks, “But seriously Wille, your . . . uh OUR home is beautiful. I didn’t realize you were so good at decorating.”

“Oh, I’m not. When you agreed to move here I asked one of our interior designers from the hotel to help me. You should’ve seen this place before. If you ever meet her, thank her.” Wille chuckles. 

They spend the rest of their day unpacking, ordering food and cuddling on the couch watching The Holiday. 

Simon yawns, realizing how tired he is but he really wants to take a hot bath before bed. He loves baths but there’s not a bathtub at the club so he only gets to take them when he’s at his mama’s house. 

“Can I take a bath before bed?” he asks. 

“Simon, this is your place, our place, you don’t have to ask to take a bath, love. Just go relax.” Wille pauses and raises an eyebrow, “Am I invited?”

“I’d love for you to join me but I’m too tired for sex tonight.” Simon looks down at the floor suddenly shy. He secretly reminds himself he doesn’t owe Wille sex. Wille just loves Simon. They are doing this together and he never has to perform or pretend. He doesn't have to say yes ever again when he wants to say no. 

Wille doesn’t disappoint in his response, “Of course. If it’s ok with you, I can just hold you in the tub until you’re all wrinkly and then I’ll tuck you into OUR bed.” Wille waits for a confirmation that his idea is acceptable. Simon nods and leans in with a kiss. “Sounds perfect,” he whispers grinning against Wille’s mouth.

Wille goes to the bathroom and starts the water while Simon follows. He undresses and Wille gestures to a fluffy new robe hanging from an elegant hook on the wall. Simon reaches out and pulls it around him. He left his club robe at Heaven, ain’t no way in hell that nasty thing was coming with me . This robe is a new plush one, purple still, that Wille has gotten him for an early Christmas gift. While his fingers test the water, a grins smooths across Wille's face. He watches delightedly as the robe engulfs Simon’s beautiful body–a perfect fit. 

“There’s bath bombs under your sink if you want to throw one in,” Wille says, pointing to the cabinet. 

Simon finds one labeled DUO and thinks it smells good so he tosses it into the tub. Wille sits on the edge of the bath and Simon comes to stand between his knees. He reaches down and tucks a stray lock behind Wille’s ear allowing his finger to drag down Wille’s cheek, jaw and neck. Wille closes his eyes and his hands rest gently on Simon’s hips. It takes a few minutes for the tub to fill as it is so large and they kiss delicately savoring each other as steam fills the space. Wille leans back to turn off the water and stands up. He leans down and runs his fingers down Simon’s jaw ever so gently tilting his face up. Simon expects a kiss, but instead Wille drops their foreheads together and traces his fingers down the lapels of Simon’s bathrobe. Simon’s hands run along Wille’s arms and then he lets them fall quietly to his sides. He allows this. He allows himself to trust. He’s shared his boundary tonight and Wille knows his limits. Wille slowly undoes the knot of the tie around his waist and smooths the robe off his shoulders. It falls to the tile with a whisper. Wille holds his hand as he steps into the tub and is swallowed by the bubbles. Wille watches contentedly and then crosses to the counter. He pulls the phone from his pocket and connects it to an unseen speaker. Music fills the air and Wille turns with a smile. Simon’s playlist, because of course it is. Wille undresses slowly just enjoying the peace on Simon’s face. Eventually he carefully lowers himself into the bath, and sits behind Simon, pulling him against his chest. They remain quiet and simply listen to the music. Eyes shut. Wille gently rubs Simon's arms, planting chaste kisses in his curls, on his cheek, and on his shoulders. Simon feels at absolute peace. They stay just like this until Simon is the first to speak. He needs to share. 

“Wille?”

“Hmm?”

Simon takes a deep breath and traces patterns along Wille’s arm wrapped around him. “I had resigned myself to never finding true love. I had given up hope and thought my life would just be everyone else’s to control. I stopped fighting when guys would take advantage of me because what was the point? I’d been living in hell for three and a half years and it felt like I’d never be happy again. Until the night you came in, and my world changed. I’ve never told you this but . . .”

Wille slides his arms under Simon’s fully and holds him impossibly closer, silently waiting for him to continue. 

“But . . .” Simon inhales and quietly continues. It’s easier when he doesn’t have to meet Wille’s eyes, “I wanted to end it all. I didn’t see any way out besides ending it and I had plans to do it that night you came in. One of the clients dropped a bottle of prescription Fentanyl and I kept it in my room. I’d never even taken one but I was just going to take them all that night. But then there you were.” He feels Wille’s arms tense ever so slightly around him, his nose buried in the curls at the base of his neck. “And like you told me before, you just felt drawn to me, like an invisible string was pulling you to me. I . . . I felt the same way, Wille. It sounds dramatic, but it was like I'd known you forever and knew you were there to save me, to heal me. And that’s what you’ve done over these last few months, you’ve healed my soul, well you ARE healing my soul. I’m yours, Wille, heart, mind, soul and body, yours.” Simon sighs, feeling like he can finally breathe freely. His head falls back against Wille’s shoulder.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Wille rests his chin on Simon’s shoulder. “I’m yours too, Simon. Fully and completely yours.” He pauses, gathering his thoughts. There is no rush, but he needs to get this right. “Thank you for sharing this with me. You. . .” he closes his eyes and musters the courage to ask, “You. . .do you. . .do you have those thoughts any more?” In his arms, Simon shakes his head and replies with an empathic but quiet no and Wille exhales a breath he’d not realized he was holding. With that reassurance, he continues, “You have to know though Simon, I didn’t save you.” He pulls Simon more into his chest–one hand flat against his sternum aware of the steady rhythm of Simon’s heart, the other wound around his waist. “You saved you. You made the choice to keep going, to live another day. I was just a hand to help you. And I will continue to be here to help you heal. I am also not a professional and I would like for you to have everything you need. What do you think about us finding a therapist, at least for a few sessions? They can help you process and heal from the trauma of your past. And help me unpack my own stuff, so I can be the healthiest partner.” Simon hums in agreement and Wille places a gentle kiss along the side of his neck until he whispers into the shell of his ear, “And I will always be here, Simon, always. I love you so so much.” 

They sit in silence again, with just the music in the background until Simon is beginning to drift off to sleep and the water is starting to get uncomfortably cool. Wille reaches down and unplugs the drain while starting the hot water again. He pulls a white washcloth from the stool next to the tub and lathers it up. He caresses the cloth over every inch of Simon’s skin and then rinses him off with the spray attachment getting a giggle from Simon as the water tickles over them both. Finally, Wille steadies Simon as he steps from the bath and he delicately towels him dry. Picking up each ankle in turn and tenderly pressing the fluffy towel to the skin of his legs, thighs, cock, ass, stomach, and chest. Wille drags his lips reverently against his collarbones as he pulls the bathrobe back up his arms and ties it in the front. Simon can barely stand. He is warm and safe and happy and completely exhausted. Wille has meticulously and metaphorically washed away the dirt of the past and wrapped him up like a precious gift. He’s never felt such care. He only grins and winds a sleepy arm around Wille’s shoulders when Wille reaches down and in one fluid movement picks him up and carries him to their bed. 

“I really was excited to have sex in OUR bed tonight but I’m just so tired. I’m sorry,” Simon says softly, closing his eyes. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s been a big day with lots of emotions. Rest now, we’ll have plenty of time for that, I’m not going anywhere,” Wille leans down and kisses Simon’s eyelids and then his lips gently. “Goodnight, my love” is the last thing Simon hears. 

The next morning Simon wakes up to golden rays of dawn peeking through the curtains in THEIR room. It takes him a minute to realize where he is and when he does he immediately snuggles into Wille. It is warm and heady tucked into Wille’s side. They are both naked and he is well rested, and also suddenly aware of the growing need in his belly to touch and be touched. He watches Wille’s peaceful face and is overcome by how beautiful Wille is. His cock notices too. Unable to resist, he brushes Wille’s hair from his forehead and Wille blinks his eyes open and sleepily smiles. 

“Good morning, Simon. Merry Christmas.” Wille lands a featherlight kiss to the end of Simon’s nose.

“Merry Christmas.” Simon hums in reply. He feels brave and so he stretches out his body, the blanket sliding to reveal his bare chest and a very obvious tent over his hard cock, “I think your first Christmas present is ready.” He winks at Wille, chuckling and grabbing it over the blanket. 

Wille is suddenly very awake and with a giggle, he licks his lips and flips himself onto Simon’s chest, immediately kissing his neck. They laugh together at their shared eagerness. Morning sex is so fun after all and this is the first time this has even been an option. Simon can feel Wille’s lips drag across his heated skin. Wille stops to suck on a soft spot along the base of Simon’s neck and it sends shivers down his spine. Wille’s lips grow more intentional and Simon can feel Wille draw his skin into his mouth. The suction causes his stomach to flutter and he grins. Oh this will leave a mark and no one can get mad if I have a hickey! His body naturally arches against Wille’s and he instinctively scratches at Wille’s back as Wille continues kissing, licking, sucking slowly down his chest. Wille marks him. Pulls and bites the skin and then soothes it with a slide of his tongue. He pays attention to the dip of his chest, the curve of his waist, and the delicate dark hair below his navel. Wille nuzzles his face into Simon’s belly and just breathes, his hands running up Simon’s thighs. His hands reach Simon’s hips and Wille pulls back ever so slightly. He looks up at Simon with a question in his honey brown eyes and Simon smiles sweetly, bites his lip, and nods. Holding down his hips, Wille presses kisses up the underside of Simon’s cock. He blows gently on the tip and Simon aches for more. Wille giggles at Simon’s squirming and finally, takes Simon’s morning wood in his mouth, pulling, at long last, a delicious moan from Simon. Simon bends his knees and, to ground himself, threads his fingers in Wille’s hair. Wille begins to suck and lick, paying attention to the tiny movements and sounds from Simon. He flattens his tongue and welcomes Simon into the home of his throat. Simon’s hips buck and Wille hums around his cock, a desire and question growing in his mind.

“So, I know we haven’t talked about this. . .” Wille pauses after a few minutes, stroking Simon while he talks, “But I was wondering how you’d feel about fucking me this time?”

Simon looks down at Wille and a smile spreads across his face. “I’ve only ever topped someone once . . .” because I’m always just a hole for the guys at the club he decides not to add . “But when I did, I loved it. It felt so good. I will happily fuck you, Wille,” Simon says, wrapping his legs around him and suddenly flipping them both over, “This is another way I can be in control.”

Simon leans down to kiss Wille before hopping off the bed and grabbing the lube and a condom from the bottom drawer of his nightstand just where Wille promised it would be. Wille has propped up on his elbows watching him with a grin. With the necessary supplies tossed up next to Wille, Simon stands at the foot of the bed then grins devilishly. He runs his hands up Wille’s strong calves and then suddenly grabs Wille’s legs, pulling him towards the edge of the bed with a laugh. Wille is pliant and allows Simon to move his body as he wishes.  

“Turn over on your stomach, feet on the floor,” Simon demands, quickly kissing Wille before Wille does as he’s told. The air in the room shifts with Simon’s new position of power. There is an electricity previously unknown to him crackling under his skin and Simon pauses to savor it. He admires Wille’s beautiful body leaned over the bed. His strong back ends in the rise of his ass and his thigh muscles tense and relax as he adjusts to the position and the friction of his cock pressed against the mattress. My god he is beautiful. And he is mine. Simon thinks. He reaches forward and powerfully drags his hand from the dimples of Wille’s ass up his back until Simon reaches the nape of his hair. And then he locks the blonde strands through his fingers and pulls, with just enough force. Wille moans softly. Simon relaxes his hold just a bit, and asks if Wille is ok with this. Wille emphatically says yes, so Simon tugs again.

“Woah, I think I woke the beast,” Wille continues through a giggle and another moan. 

Simon gently kicks Wille’s legs wider pushing his knee between them. Smoothing his other hand up Wille’s thighs to his ass. Such a beautiful ass. Simon is so hard, achingly so and, without thinking, he grabs himself and slaps his hard dick against Wille’s ass cheeks. Wille’s breath pauses and he hums, swaying his hips seductively. Simon rubs the head of his cock along the crack of Wille’s ass and leans forward to kiss down his spine. 

“How do you want to prep? Do you want me to do it or do it yourself?” He presses the question into Wille’s skin with a drag from his lips and digs the thumb of one hand into Wille’s hip as his fingers curl around and caress the hip bone in the front. 

Simon moves his hand from Wille’s hair and traces his fingers along his shoulder. Wille drops his head forward and takes a steadying breath. “I. . .I. . .um. . .I don’t need to prep . . .” he can barely form words and they aren’t even doing much yet. But this is Simon and Simon wants him and Simon is kissing his neck and pulling his hair and rubbing his cock so very close to his rim. “I fucked myself with my dildo the night before I came to get you. Just go slow and use a ton of lube.”

Simon closes his eyes and his dick twitches at the thought of Wille fucking himself. We’ll definitely have to explore that more . He takes a moment to breathe deeply, he doesn't want this to end and he’s so hard it won’t take long. Dragging his hands down Wille’s sides, he revels in the sight before him. Wille’s lean back, his long legs and a constellation of the most devastatingly lovely beauty marks all over his flushed skin. He watches as Wille takes a deep breath, his body expanding under Simon’s hands. Sensing the pause, Wille turns his face to meet Simon’s eyes over his right shoulder. They just look at each. Slowly, Wille’s lips soften into the prettiest little smile. Simon’s heart skips a beat. Holding Simon’s gaze, Wille leans all the weight of his upper body on his left hand so he can reach back with his right and cover Simon’s grip on his hip with his hand. Lacing their fingers, Wille squeezes reassuringly. Simon stares back, suddenly unsure. He wants to take care of Wille just like Wille has cared for him. 

“I trust you, Simon. You are in control, love.” Wille encourages. Seeing Simon’s hesitancy, Wille continues. “You are so good, Simon. I trust you, I do. I love you.”

Simon’s eyes glisten at his words. With another squeeze of their fingers, Wille nods again to emphasize the truth in his words. I am good. He loves me. I am in control. Simon is overcome and can do nothing other than lean over and press his chest to Wille’s back as Wille pulls their hands to his lips. Simon closes his eyes and buries his face into the muscles of Wille’s shoulders just below his nape. Simon loves this smell–Wille’s smell–but this time with the warm toasty musk of morning overlaid with the vanilla and cocoa butter body wash of their bath. They breathe in unison, and Simon’s hips naturally begin to press forward, rocking slowly. Wille’s skin feels so nice against the soft skin of his cock. He drags his nose across Wille’s shoulder and opens his mouth to murmur Wille’s name into his skin. Wille’s back erupts in the most delicious goose pimples when Simon traces along his neck with his curls. Simon loves that. He turns his head again and this time drags the contrasting texture of his stubbled chin over Wille’s pink skin. Wille’s breath hitches and Simon loves that more. He’s back to painfully hard in a few minutes. His hips move more deliberately and he slows down even more. Simon marvels as he notices Wille has opened his mouth and is now breathing deeply in time with his movements, eyes closed so beautifully. He pushes himself up and lets go of their fingers. Wille replaces his hand flat on the bed to steady himself, starting to push back on Simon. Holding on to Wille’s hips, Simon leans back and drags his cock down Wille’s crack, the head then dipping below Wille’s cheeks. Simon keeps his slow rhythm and pushes between the tops of Wille’s legs. Wille instinctively clenches his strong thighs, as Simon’s cock glides between them, and the muscles of Wille’s ass follow suit. Simon swoons and slides his cock forward again and then pulls back. He uses his right hand to knead the luscious hill of Wille’s ass and then pulls his cheeks slightly apart. 

“Simon, please.” Wille pants. 

He trusts me. I am in control. Simon reaches next to Wille for the condom and makes quick work of rolling it over his throbbing cock. He strokes himself while his fingers dig into Wille’s hip. He finds the bottle of lube and the snap of the lid elicits the tiniest breathy giggle from Wille almost out of relief. Simon keeps moving his hips excruciatingly slowly forward and back. He squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his right fingers and rubs it between his fingers and his thumb trying to make quick work of warming it up. Pulling Wille’s left ass cheek back, he lets the lube drip from his fingers onto just the top of Wille’s crack. Wille groans as it slides down towards his hole and then inhales sharply when it reaches and slightly pools at his rim. Wrapping his slick hand around himself, Simon uses the tip of his cock to spread the lube all over Wille’s clenching entrance. With every rock forward he lets the head of his dick catch the rim, and he wants to push in. 

“Jesus, Simon. Please. I need you. Please, Simon.” Wille begs.

He spreads more lube down his cock and then adds more to his thumb. He trusts Wille’s words, and still wants to feel him. He rubs the pad of his thumb against the ring of Wille’s muscles and with every pass of his thumb Simon presses harder. Finally he slides the tip of his thumb in, eliciting a gasp from Wille. He pushes it in further and marvels at the warmth. Wille is panting hard and whining. Simon rocks his thumb in and out of Wille several times and Wille’s hole feels so tight. He needs to be inside now. Slowly pulling his thumb out, he notices Wille hangs his head forward and his back now has the sheerest sheen of sweat. Grabbing his cock, he gives himself a couple of solid strokes and taps Wille’s hole with the tip. Lining himself up, he pushes just the tip of his cock in and watches Wille’s beautiful hole take it. Wille breathlessly hisses his name. Suddenly, he needs to pause or he will cum right then. As he closes his eyes, he concentrates on how he can feel Wille’s legs tremble slightly and tries to steady his own breathing. Fuck, he feels so good already. It’s so good. He’s so good. He trusts me. Opening his eyes, he notices with a proud smirk that Wille’s hands clutch at the sheets. He places his palm on the small of Wille’s back, thumbs his favorite dimple, and waits. Wille nods and Simon pushes forward again, succeeding in getting another inch inside. Wille’s breath is coming in pants and he whimpers. 

“Relax babe, take a breath, your muscles are tight. I don’t want this to hurt,” Simon says, rubbing Wille’s back. 

“You feel so good, Simon.” Wille finally is able to huff out. “Please. . . Keep going.”

This time Wille bears down and Simon feels him open, so he slides in another inch and Wille moans. Simon pulls out a little and pushes forward again this time burying more of his cock in Wille. He pauses again. They are both breathing hard. Wille adjusts his body falling slowly forward onto his elbows and arches his back more. Simon’s dick grows impossibly harder as the angle changes and Simon watches as Wille’s ring of muscles grasp his cock. He is straining to keep himself still. But then it’s Wille who pushes back and takes him in completely. 

“Fuuuuuuuuck Simon. God, you feel so so good.” Wille pants when Simon is fully pressed against Wille’s ass, buried deep in his lover. “Please, Simon. Please” Wille’s body shudders and he clenches around Simon. 

Simon’s eyes roam from Wille’s toned shoulders, down his back, and over his juicy ass. He spreads Wille’s cheeks and then watches his cock slide out to the tip. He relishes the drag of his cock and stops just before he pulls out. He pauses only a second and then pushes steadily back in and marvels as Wille takes him so well. 

“You take me so well, Wille, like we’re two puzzle pieces perfectly fit together.” 

Wille hums in agreement, his arms now outstretched, gripping the sheets and his face in the bed. Wille is a sight of pink flushed skin and sticky blonde hair. Simon starts to set a steady rhythm. Wille grunts as Simon gets rougher in his strokes and grips hard now onto Wille’s hips. Simon is struggling to not just let go and crash their bodies together. Wille is so tight, so warm and he is in heaven. THIS is HEAVEN. This. This man. Simon’s head falls back and his body begins to thrust faster, their skin slapping together. 

Wille lifts himself up to turn his face to Simon and says in time to Simon’s thursts, “Fuck, Simon, you’re so deep. It feels like you’re constantly hitting the spot. Oh god, you’re so good. Fuck, Simon.” And with a heavy lidded smile, he collapses back down on the bed whimpering as he pushes back and matches Simon strokes. 

“I can feel you stretching around me, you’re so warm and wet. I’m going to cum soon if we keep going,” Simon confesses. 

“Wait. I . . . I want . . . Will you fuck me on my back? I want to be able to see you when you cum.” Wille pleads. 

Leaning down and wrapping his arm around Wille, Simon pulls Wille up so they’re both standing and holding his chest, he thrusts a few more times. Simon presses his forehead against the sharp ridge of Wille’s shoulder blade. Wille’s head falls back and he arches his neck to the left exposing his gorgeous skin to Simon’s spit slick lips. Simon shuts his eyes and breathes deeply, willing himself to pause and not cum. His cock pulses deep in Wille as he clings to his back, he can feel the desperate rise and fall of Wille’s chest. Wille slides his left hand over the top of Simon’s where he holds him. With his other hand, Wille reaches back and grabs the back of Simon’s neck finding his wet curls. Wille hums and tugs. Simon pushes in even deeper instinctively. Wille whines ever so breathlessly on an exhale. Simon slides his cock out and they both hiss at the loss.  

Kissing Wille’s neck, Simon then gently spins Wille in his arms. He pushes Wille to sit on the edge of the bed and leans down to cup his face. Wille’s hands slide up his arms and they press their foreheads together. Inhaling each other, their lips crash together. Wille gasps as Simon bites down on his bottom lip and then licks deep into his mouth. Simon pulls his chin up with his thumbs and then pushes his right thumb over Wille’s lips. He watches as Wille parts his lips and sucks his thumb into his mouth with a moan. He can feel the wet heat of Wille’s mouth and the weight of his thumb on Wille’s tongue. It’s almost too much. He pulls his thumb out and desperately slams his lips into Wille’s. 

“Fuck Wille. You’re so fucking hot. Get back up on the bed. I need to be in you. Now, Wille.” Wille raises an eyebrow and smiles. With another kiss, Simon gestures back to the bed and then instructs Wille to lay where he wants him in the middle on his back. Wille moves quickly and spreads his long limbs welcoming Simon who crawls up to Wille and slides between his legs. Simon is getting his first real understanding of just how wrecked Wille is when he sees Wille’s cock heavy, red, and engorged laying against his stomach. It’s too beautiful. He needs to touch and he lines up his own cock. Wille’s eyes fall shut. Simon wraps his right hand around both and strokes them together. Wille reaches out and plants a palm against Simon’s pec and gently pinches his nipple. 

Simon gasps and has to pause himself midstroke. He fights the coiled spring in his lower belly and wills himself to back away from his own release. But he needs to be inside, now, so he brings Wille’s knees up towards his chest and lines up the head of his cock with Wille’s waiting pink rim. He’s so wet and inviting. He trusts me. I am in control. And with that thought in his mind, Simon slides into him in one full smooth thrust. They both groan. Wille writhes beneath him and in desperation for friction reaches down to stroke his own cock but Simon swats him away. 

“I’m taking care of you this time.” And he slides his thumb over the tip of Wille’s cock and uses his pre-cum to start stroking him. Wille moans and locks eyes with Simon. They are the only ones in the world right now. Panting, naked, sticky, and desperate for each other. Simon knows how good it feels to have your foreskin rub over the head of your dick so he makes sure every time he strokes that skin is going over Wille’s tip. Wille bites his lips and whimpers, hands clutching to Simon’s forearms. Simon’s thrusts are steady and deep, his thighs beginning to burn with the exertion. He pulls Wille’s ankles over his shoulders and on the next thrust sinks impossibly deeper. 

“Holy fuck, Wille.” Simon growls out. He thrusts harder and faster. Wille grabs at his biceps to hold on as he pushes back on each stroke. 

Soon he can feel the burn of pleasure coming, it’s like a fire spreading from his lower abdomen, down through his hips and ass and then pushing out through his dick. He thrusts harder and harder chasing his release. He can hear Wille repeatedly cry out his name in a mantra. His cock feels like a match as it drags in and out of Wille over and over until the flame erupts. With a shout, he slams forward, pulling Wille toward him as if he could get closer. He buries his dick deep into Wille as he releases his load. Wille’s thighs start to shake, as Simon cums, and he feels Wille muscles clench hard around his dick. Wille’s throws his head back, eyes rolling back and then he fucking growls as he explodes on Simon’s chest and hand and all over himself. Simon proudly continues to stroke his tip and thrust slowly until Wille gently removes his hand. 

“I don’t want to pull out, you’re so warm and inviting.” Simon leans down to kiss Wille and he can feel himself slowly softening inside him. Wille hasn’t opened his eyes yet and just smiles contentedly as his arms fall back onto the bed in exhaustion. Simon soothes his hands up and down Wille’s trembling thighs. He presses kisses into the inside of Wille’s knees and gently moves Wille’s legs to rest back down around his waist. Staying inside Wille as long as he can, Simon rubs his thumbs over Wille’s hip bones then pushes his palm flat against Wille’s chest right over his heart. He can feel it thrum against his ribs and that beat reverberates through the bones of his arm up to his own heart. He sighs. Wille doesn't move or open his eyes. Just smiles and hums. Wille lays bare before him, body open and trusting, his ass still wrapped around Simon’s tingling cock. Simon leans in and kisses the dip of Wille’s neck, then the side of his jaw and finally the corner of Wille’s mouth. 

“We’re definitely doing this again,” he whispers into his lips. Wille smiles in contented agreement and wraps his arms around Simon closing the gap between their bodies not caring about the mess between them. He kisses Simon slowly, deeply, and threads his fingers through Simon’s sweaty curls. They kiss and kiss until the satisfaction is eventually replaced with a sticky uncomfortableness. With a final sigh and a deep regret, Simon finally pulls out and they both pout from the loss of connection. After padding to the bathroom to throw away the condom and retrieve a warm washcloth for a quick delicate cleanup of them both, Simon tosses it on the floor to be handled later and crawls up the bed laying down next to Wille. Simon expects Wille to wrap him up, to be his big spoon but Wille rolls over slightly away from him and Simon hears him digging around in his nightstand drawer instead. As he turns to see what Wille is doing he feels Wille’s hand around his middle and gets pulled back into his chest. 

‘Merry Christmas, Simon. I love you.” Wille breathes into a kiss on the shell of his ear. Wille holds him close. “Thank you. Thank you for making me feel so good. God, you were so good. YOU are so GOOD, Simon. You are so so so good.” Squeezing a bit closer, WIlle continues through a little chuckle, “Maybe this should be a Christmas tradition.” 

Simon hums in agreement and they lay in silence for a few minutes. Simon exhales at the realization of his life, “I usually go to Mama’s for Christmas, we make tamales together and open gifts. It’s my favorite day of the year because it was the only full day I got off from the club. I would’ve never thought this is how I’d be spending my Christmas this year. With the man I love,” Simon squeezes Wille’s hand. 

“Well, you gave me a gift this morning, a VERY good one,” Wille says, nibbling at Simon’s ear, “I have one for you now.” 

Simon sees Wille’s hand come out in front of him, holding a red velvet box, and gasps. 

Wille whispers into his ear, “Simon, I know we haven’t known each other that long but as they say, when you know you know. And I know that I don’t ever want to wake up again without you by my side or go to sleep without you in my arms. I know that the love I have for you is the truest form of love and even though we’ll go through hard times, that love cannot be broken. I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Simon Eriksson. Will you marry me?” Wille pops the box open with one hand. 

Simon quickly turns over and crashes their lips together. “Yes, a million times YES. Yes today, yes tomorrow, and yes until the day after forever.” 

Wille puts the ring on Simon’s finger and then wraps him up in his arms again. This is where I belong, in Wille’s arms, forever . They kiss and kiss–limbs deliciously intertwined, bodies wrapped around each other. 

“You know what? It’s just us now Wille. Just us. No one giving us a time limit, no alarm going off, it’s just us . . . Forever. Now, time will never be up for us.”