It’d been several weeks since Brian’s trip to The Quoin. He’d found a small loft in Hollywood. The loft was small, about half the size of the apartment, he had leased while attending school in Pittsburgh, but he didn’t care. It was his.

 

The moving company had spent most of the morning lugging boxes in from the truck and helping him to unpack. Brian was at a loss as to where he’d put all his belongings within the small space.

 

“Sign here,” a burly mover motioned as he handed a clipboard to Brian.

 

Brian took the paperwork, skimmed it, and signed as indicated. “Thanks.”

 

The mover reclaimed the clipboard as he looked around the loft, which was filled to capacity. “Good luck. You’re going to need it,” the man chuckled as he left.

 

Brian watched the door close before turning to survey his domain. He was confident that he’d made the right decision in choosing to go with the firm in Hollywood. He was second in his class, and had offers from several large and well-established firms across the country, but he’d chosen this one hoping that he could rise through the ranks quickly.

 

The weather agreed with him. Most of his coworkers seemed to be competent. The old man who owned the firm took an instant liking to Brian. Yeah, he’d made the right choice.

 

Brian glanced at his watch and was surprised that his stomach was now just starting to growl. He grabbed his leather jacket more out of habit than needing it, slipped it on, and headed out the door.

 

He lived in a vibrant area of lofts, apartments, eateries, and clubs. Wandering down the avenue, he came across a small Chinese food place that looked like a dump on the outside but the smells coming forth lured him in. He waited his turn in line, until finally placing his order. A few minutes later an elderly woman passed him a paper bag containing his food, he paid and made his way to the door.

 

He pushed the door open with his hip not noticing the person on the other side. A thwack along with a few choice expletives could clearly be heard.

 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” Brian started as he noticed the person who had landed on the sidewalk. “Here, let me help you...”

 

“Brian?”

 

“Yeah, I do I know you?” Brian asked as he started to pull the man up. As soon as their eyes locked, he knew who it was. “Justin, hello... I uhmm... urm... well... sorry about knocking you over.”

 

Justin laughed and brushed his pants off, “Not a problem, accidents happen.”

 

“Right,” Brian smiled shyly noticing how hot the blond looked in his tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt that was cut off just above his belly button.

 

“So, you live around here?”

 

“Uh, yeah, I just bought a loft,” He pointed up the avenue, “Just up there.”

 

“Oh, well, you should like it. It’s a nice neighborhood and, “Justin motioned towards the bag Brian was holding, “the food is the best around.”

 

Brian nodded, “What about you? Do you live around here?”

 

“Yep, small apartment up the street,” Justin confirmed as he pointed in the same direction as Brian had earlier.

 

“Well, I better let you get your food then.”

 

“Uh, okay... I guess we’ll see each other around.” Justin said.

 

“Count on it.” Brian promised.

 

Brian watched the blond for several minutes through the windows. He wouldn’t admit it aloud for fear of sounding like a school kid, but he hadn’t been able to get the image of the man out of his mind. Though he wouldn’t acknowledge it, Justin may have factored into his decision to accept the position with the advertising firm in Hollywood.

 

XXXXX

 

“Good morning Jerold,” Justin said as he walked into the employee lounge at Quoin.

 

“Morning Justin,” the man replied.

 

“So, what’s on the books today?”

 

“Not much, you have an 11 o’clock for an hour... uh... the guy has a cat fetish...” Jerold trailed off.

 

Justin, who had been putting his backpack into his locker, stopped mid movement and looked at his friend. “Cat? Are you shitting me?”

 

Jerold couldn’t help but laugh, “Nope, he likes to have his belly rubbed oh, and he purrs. He promised nothing too kinky though.”

 

Justin rolled his eyes, “uh huh, that’s a good thing because he sounds kinky enough as it is.”

 

Jerold chuckled again, “After cat guy, you only have one more appointment. Uh... a 24 hour appointment actually.”

 

Justin closed his locker, “Really?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Huh, with the economy the way it’s been I haven’t had a 24 hour trick in almost a year. Damn... maybe with the money from that I can start classes again next semester.”

 

Jerold quieted down, “You know Justin, you could ask Reggie to loan you the money, I mean...”

 

“No!”

 

“Justin, come on.” Jerold tried to encourage his friend.

 

“No, most of the other guys here already give me the cold shoulder; they know Reggie is the closest thing I have to a father.”

 

“Not to mention that ass of yours is pretty hot,” Jerold said as he arched his eyebrows.

 

Justin laughed, “Yeah, it’s not too bad. Besides, college will mean more to me if I pay for it myself. I don’t do charity.”

 

Jerold shrugged and held his hands up in defeat, “Whatever you say!”

 

Justin patted his friend on the shoulder, “Thanks.”

 

XXXXX

 

“So, how was cat man?” Jerold asked as Justin came out into the reception area.

 

“Ugh, don’t ask,” Justin let out an exaggerated sigh.

 

Jerold smiled widely, “Well, I can guarantee that not only will your 24 hour trick be more pleasant, but he’ll be more enjoyable on a personal level.”

 

“Sure,” Justin said, allowing the word to slip from his lips slowly.

 

At that moment, the main entry door opened. “Ah, Mr. Kinney, welcome back to The Quoin.” Jerold said in his most formal manner.

 

Brian nodded to the man and noticed Justin sitting in a chair looking at him hopefully. “Justin,” Brian said with a smile and slight wave. Once again, he noticed how appetizing Justin looked in his jeans.

 

Brian made his way to the reception desk and gave Jerold his ID and credit card, just as he had before. Justin continued to watch the auburn haired man, only hearing pieces of the conversation.

 

“....be pleased...”

 

“...as good as the last one...”

 

“...oh, you’ll enjoy it...”

 

“...amazing...”

 

Justin began to realize that Brian hadn’t come back to see him. He had chosen another of the Quoin’s men. His smile faded and he turned his head away hoping that no one would see any of the emotion that played over his face. Brian was a trick, nothing more. He shouldn’t care who the man fucked... but he did. He wasn’t sure why, but he did care.

 

“Justin!” Jerold snapped him back to reality.

 

“Huh?” Justin asked, slightly dazed.

 

“Mr. Kinney is ready for his appointment.”

 

Justin hesitated for a moment. He was sure that Brian had chosen to go with someone else. Reality finally sunk in and Justin let loose a blinding smile.

 

Brian stood watching the blond’s reaction, enraptured with the smile that seemed to light up the entire room.

 

The two men walked through the entrance, down the hall, and into Justin’s private room, the room where they had first met a few weeks ago.

 

“I uh... thought maybe you’d pick someone else.” Justin whispered quietly.

 

“Nope, I wanted the best.” Brian replied. He looked at Justin, making sure the shorter man understood his words.

 

Justin smiled again and gave the man an understanding nod. “So, a whole day, 24 hours, are you sure?”

 

Brian chuckled, “Yeah, two hours last time just didn’t cut it.”

 

“Well, where shall we start?”

 

Brian didn’t answer, instead he closed the distance between Justin and himself, grabbed the man’s shoulders, and pulled him close as he possessed the blond’s lips with his own. Justin finally pushed back after several minutes. He took a deep breath, “Uh... wow... you... have come out... of your shell, haven’t you?”

 

Brian grinned, “I guess you have that effect on me.”

 

“What’s your pleasure?” Justin asked.

 

Brian paused for a moment and recalled the various settings that had been told to him on his first visit, “The Faerie Pit.”

 

Justin couldn’t help the mischievous grin that spread across his face. “You sure?”

 

“Uh huh.”

 

“Okay, but first you have to know, I have a uniform that I have to wear when in the pit.”

 

“Oh?” Brian was puzzled.

 

“Yeah, so give me a minute and I’ll be right out,” Justin said as he went into the bathroom.

 

Brian walked slowly around the room as he waited for Justin’s return. He moved towards the desk and saw several sketch pads sitting there. He quickly thumbed through one, then another. His breath caught when he started flipping through the third. There were several pictures of him. Brian was startled as Justin came out of the bathroom; luckily, the blond hadn’t noticed his snooping.

 

“Oh my god, you look incredible.”

 

“Really?” Justin asked.

 

“Definitely... we’d better... get going, otherwise it’s going down right here.”

 

Justin giggled, “Okay, come on.” Justin was naked with the exception of a thin wrap of shiny cloth covering his groin, and a pair of wings.

 

“So, what are you supposed to be?” Brian asked as he was all but dragged down the hall towards the large indoors woodland setting.

 

Justin stopped and looked at him as though it was the dumbest question anyone could have asked. “A fairy, you know, we’re going to the Faerie Pit, so...”

 

Realization struck Brian and this time it was Justin who struggled to keep up as Brian dragged him down the hallway.

 

They finally entered the large central room of the Quoin. Justin navigated them to a secluded corner, where stood several large, fake trees. Below one tree was a pile of blankets and real leaves.

 

“You remember your lessons?” Justin asked impishly.

 

“Uh huh,” Brian replied as he was stripping out of his suit.

 

Justin studied the frenzy in the man as he struggled to maintain some semblance of calm. Brian’s suit didn’t seem to be overly cooperative and the man looked ready to cut it off his own body.

 

Finally divested of his clothes, Brian stood naked before Justin.

 

“You’re beautiful,” Justin said quietly.

 

Brian blushed immediately. He wasn’t comfortable being the center of attention.

 

“I... want... to... fuck... you,” Brian punctuated each word with a step closer to the blond.

 

“Do it,” the blond challenged. While he usually portrayed an innocent when engaging with tricks, it just didn’t seem right with this man. He wanted to be an equal.

 

Brian gently placed his palm on Justin’s chest. Without warning, he gave a push, Justin landed on the pile of blankets and leaves that had been strategically located under the fake trees. “Ufffff,” Justin’s breath gave way as he landed on the floor.

 

“Condom?”

 

Justin opened a small door near the base of one of the trees. He pulled out a condom and a small packet of lube and handed them to Brian.

 

“Always prepared, huh?” Brian chuckled as he tore open the condom wrapper.

 

“Of course,” Justin smiled up at him as he hoisted the shimmering cloth around his waist upwards. The cloth quickly became nothing more than a slim belt around Justin’s thin waist, allowing Brian easier access.

 

Brian rolled the condom down his dick and opened the small vile of lube. Justin watched intently, “I must have been a really good teacher.”

 

“The best now hold still.” Brian slathered up two fingers and began working them into Justin’s hole.

 

Justin threw back his head and groaned. He arched hiss back, his wings pushing further into the mound of blankets, he appreciated the fact that Reggie had bought industrial strength fairy wings that should last through the entire session... maybe.

 

“I’m... I’m good,” Justin said, hoping to encourage Brian to move on from fingering him.

 

Brian obliged. His hands grasped Justin’s ankles and hoisted them into the air. Brian’s cock rested gently against the blond’s spasming hole, waiting to be filled.

 

Justin gave Brian a nod and pushed slightly downwards trying to pull Brian’s cock inside. Brian adjusted his grip on Justin’s ankles, ensuring he had a tight hold on them, once satisfied, he pushed himself forward. He reveled in the feeling of his cock sliding slowly into Justin. The blond’s muscles relaxed at the intrusion and Brian pushed until he could do so no longer. Once fully encased he paused, watching Justin’s reaction, looking into the bluest eyes he had ever seen, waiting for Justin to adjust to his intrusion.

 

Finally, Justin gave a small buck of his hips. Brian slid himself almost all the way out and gently glided back in. Both men remained silent, with the exception of an occasional groan or grunt of ecstasy. Hazel eyes locked with blue as both men approached their release. Brian slow and deliberate thrusts quickly turned into short, animalistic jabs. Justin increased the rate at which he was bucking his hips, trying desperately to increase the stimulation that they were both experiencing.

 

Brian’s release was imminent, he couldn’t hold out much longer. He fought his eyes, they wanted to close and enjoy the moment, but he wanted to see, wanted to watch Justin as he came.

 

Justin had similar feelings; he had been in this position, or similar positions, hundreds or thousands of times, and never before did he really want to experience what the trick was feeling. He focused his eyes up onto Brian’s and watched as the man’s jaw clenched, he gasped, his eyes closing slightly.

 

Brian pounded home several more times; he could feel his hot cum erupt into the condom. Brian’s body felt like gelatin, he let loose his hold on Justin’s ankles and collapsed onto the man. His cock disengaged itself and slid free of Justin. Brian rested his head on the blond’s stomach, trying to catch his breath.

 

“That... was...” Brian couldn’t finish, he was certain there were no words in the English language to describe what he was feeling.

 

“Indescribable,” Justin finished for him.

 

“Uh huh,” Brian smiled noticing that Justin’s still thick erection was jabbing into his neck. Silently he moved lower, taking the tip into his mouth, gently running his tongue around the head of the man’s cock. His tongue explored the veiny ridges of the man’s shaft.

 

Justin started to groan loudly under the taller man’s ministrations. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Brian’s hand wrapped around the blond’s shaft and started to slowly slide up and down, all the while, Brian’s lips were wrapped around the head of the shaft, enjoying the sweet tastes that oozed out.

 

“I’m going to cum!” Justin shouted.

 

Brian’s smile grew around Justin’s cock, “Then do it.”

 

Brian pumped his hand up and down several more times, until he felt Justin tense, and wetness fills his mouth.

 

“Fuck!” Justin shouted. Not only at the amazing sensation, he’d just experienced but he also knew that he’d need a new pair of wings.

 

Brian noticed the crushed wings, “You know what they say,” Justin looked at him, giving the man his full attention, “Every time a fairy cums an angel gets his wings.”

 

Justin groaned and began laughing.

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