Facade

to eat something, so I suppose I am hired for this as well. And one of your boys told me that you had requested dinner with me first.”
    “It’s still my money.”
    Jonas abruptly turned around and saw him standing there, near the light. On the one hand, he looked like a boy, innocent, almost angelic, not a trace of make-up left and his long hair flowing around his face in ringlets. On the other hand, the sleeveless top and jogging pants he was wearing did nothing to hide his obviously lean 6
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    physique. The clearly trained body, complete with nicely curved chest, washboard stomach, and narrow waist and hips, made Jonas’s body react, a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time.
    “You’re the boss, but Tanna will like me a lot better if she sees you’ve eaten.” Jonas took the plates and some cutlery toward the coffee table and placed them on it, one near where Nicky was still standing and the other one in front of him as he sat down. When Nicky didn’t move, he started eating, trying to ignore the tension in the air. Eventually the young man sat down and picked at the potatoes with his fork.
    Jonas finished his plate. “You know you don’t have to pretend with me. Anything that happens between us, that is said or done here, won’t leave this room. If I’m renowned for anything, it’s my discretion.”
    For the first time, Jonas saw a smile play round Nicky’s mouth. “You’re known for a lot more than your discretion.”
    “Well, that would be what I’d hope for, you know, in my profession,” Jonas replied, raising an eyebrow while he ran his fingers over the side of his mouth.
    Nicky chuckled and the tension in the air lifted a little. “So whenever I’m ready…?”
    “Yeah,” Jonas said, trying to sound relaxed, and nodded. “It would be easier if you just told me what you wanted. No need to be shy; if you can think of it, I’ve probably done it at one time.” He saw Nicky tense up again, and then the young man seemed to regain his self-confidence. “Nothing exotic. I just want to be fucked, from behind, hard and fast.”
    “Okay,” Jonas agreed, thinking that for that, Nicky could have his assistant pluck a guy off the street. He had no idea why he would ask someone to come from London to Paris for just an ordinary fuck. Jonas didn’t want to jinx things, though. He had learned a long time ago not to question a client’s motives. Usually there was no way he could figure them out anyway. Maybe it was just that this guy was used to getting only the best, just like his champagne.

    Façade
    7
    He watched Nicky move to the bed, unceremoniously kneeling at the side of it and pulling his jogging pants down.
    “Condoms and lube are in the drawer,” Nicky whispered, his voice a little hoarse. He waited patiently while Jonas took off his suit and placed it carefully over the back of one of the chairs.
    Jonas tried not to stare at Nicky’s nice ass sticking out and at his hand moving between his legs to touch himself. To his own surprise, he was half hard by the time he took the supplies out of the drawer. He admiringly ran his hands over the globes of Nicky’s ass, slowly massaging them. He always made a point of making it good for his client, so he leaned over to murmur, “Do you want me to rim you?”
    “No,” Nicky was quick to answer, “just….”
    “Okay,” Jonas cut him off, knowing what Nicky meant. He moved his hands down Nicky’s long, lean back and continued prepping him, slowly trying to get him to relax enough to allow himself to be breached. This took time and Nicky was not very patient, telling Jonas to get on with it.
    “I don’t want to hurt you, Nicky,” Jonas said softly, trying to add a second finger to the first. He heard Nicky’s pained breathing and moved his other hand around Nicky’s hips to touch his cock.
    Nicky was barely hard, so Jonas started working on two fronts, trying to get the young man aroused enough to relax and vice versa.
    Anything not directly aimed at Nicky’s groin was met with disapproval so Jonas used every trick in the book. Luckily he’d never had any trouble getting it up himself, because the sheer mechanical quality of this encounter was enough to turn any man limp.
    “Just take me,” Nicky pleaded after a while.
    Jonas cocked his head and sighed. Almost automatically he fisted his semi-hard erection to life and rolled on a condom, applying ample lube. As soon as he lined it up with Nicky’s entrance, the