Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

“Don’t you laugh at me.” Dash lifted his hips and pushed his pants over his legs before dropping them on the floor.

“It’s adorable.”

Dash scowled as he finished undressing. “Don’t patronize me either. I’m fucking annoyed.”

“I’m not.”

Dash looked at him. He seemed uncertain, not like himself.

“I love that you’re really into this, into fucking me, getting me off.”

Dash’s concern seemed to fade. “Good, because I’m going to get you off again.”

“No rush. We have all weekend.” Clearly he wasn’t as worn out as Thorne was.

Dash continued to study him with an unreadable expression.

“Don’t even try to back out.”

“I couldn’t possibly; you gave more than I ever expected.”

Thorne raised a brow. “You’re the one who was so sure I’d like it.”

“Like it yes, grudgingly admit it wasn’t so bad, but…”

Heat rushed to Thorne’s face. “You’re very good at what you do.”

“I don’t usually… What we just did…”

Dash looked…embarrassed? That didn’t seem right. Thorne stroked Dash’s chest, then toyed with his soft cock, feeling it grow just a bit, not serious yet, but letting Thorne know there would be more later. He brushed his hand over Dash’s balls and then let the coarse hair on Dash’s thighs tickle his hand.

“Don’t stop,” Dash said, voice barely there. Thorne could feel Dash’s pulse racing under his fingers.

Dash closed his eyes, and Thorne continued exploring his body, running his hands over Dash’s calves and shins and then massaging his feet. Dash groaned with pleasure as Thorne sank his thumbs into the arches of Dash’s feet, but he kept his eyes closed. He gave Dash’s arms and hands the same treatment. Then he leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips.

Dash finally opened his eyes. “Thank you.”

Thorne still wasn’t sure what was happening. “Are you okay?”

Dash nodded. “Yeah. It’s just…no one ever…” He turned away. “Forget it.”

“No,” Thorne insisted. “Tell me.”

“I touch men. I pleasure them. I make sure they come like they never have before, and I’m good at it. But no one touches me like that, like they care how I feel or like they want their hands on me. I know this is a job, and you’re a client. I shouldn’t be saying these things.”

“Yes, you should. It’s true that I hired you because I wanted sex. I even told you that’s all I paid for, that I didn’t want anything else, but I was wrong.”

Dash gave Thorne a soft smile. “I have the impression you rarely admit that.”

“Almost never. And yet with you, I find myself saying it every time we’re together.”

Dash nodded.

“With you I don’t have to be right.” Of course if they were actually in a relationship rather than a professional arrangement, that would probably change. “I love touching you, watching your expression, learning what feels good to you. I get off on knowing you’re enjoying it. That was partly why I liked…”

“Me spanking your ass?”

Thorne smiled. Dash was acting like himself again. “Yes.”

Dash reached up and traced Thorne’s jawline. He looked like he was about to say something, but then he lowered his hand, rolled to his side, and stood. “Let’s get cleaned up. Then I’ll make you dinner.”

“How do you know I haven’t eaten?”

“If you have, it was something from a food truck and not worth your time.”

“Do you want to be my personal chef?” Thorne realized he wasn’t joking. He would hire Dash. He would hire him for anything as long as he got to see him.

“Personal chef with benefits?”

Thorne smiled. “Yes. That.”

Dash frowned, looking nervous again. “I want to enjoy the weekend and not think beyond that.”

***

Dash made chicken with a blackberry balsamic sauce, sautéed green beans, and saffron rice for dinner. He referred to it as a simple meal, though it looked like complex magic to Thorne.

“So what plans do you have for us for the weekend?” Dash asked when they’d both nearly finished eating.

“Plans? I thought we’d fuck and then nap and then fuck some more.”

Dash raised his brows. “I’m proud of my stamina, and you—”

“If you say I have good recovery for an old guy, I’m kicking you out.”

“You’re the one who begged me to stay, and that’s not all you begged me to—”

“Enough.” Thorne scowled at him, though he wasn’t the least bit angry.

Dash looked so perfect sitting across the table from Thorne. He really could spend the whole weekend in bed with Dash, but he’d also realized sex wasn’t the only thing he liked doing with him. “We could watch another of your ‘old’ movies, and you can arrogantly order for me at another of my favorite restaurants.”

“My favorite this time.”

“Okay,” Thorne said. “See, I’m easy.”

“Actually, you’re a fuckload of work, but once you open up, it is so worth it.”

Thorne’s cock stirred, something he would have thought impossible so soon after Dash had wrung him dry. “Why don’t you tell me what fun people do on the weekend?”