Bargaining

Bargaining

NB- this story was written pretty much a DAY before the site buggered up and I couldn't add it. Hopefully it still works out. Anyway, read the shit>>

Dylan Timmins was frustrated. He needed money and NOW if he wanted his hot dog business to take off at all. It seemed that every time he thought he was near his goal something obstructed it. Why couldn’t things work just this once? He knew he could handle running his own company and Sky seemed to believe that too. He had one last option – Paul Robinson. It was a long shot, he knew, but he just had to ask. So Dylan crossed the road to Paul’s house.

Paul had always looked out for him, treated him like he was more than an ex-criminal, even when no one else had. Paul had no idea how much Dylan appreciated the way he cared for him. And Dylan really did. He’d do anything for Paul.

Paul opened his door when he heard a knock. Lately he’d been a bit paranoid about that, and with good reason, but now all that was taken care of he was back to his usual sly self.

“Ah, Dylan! Good to see you mate.”

“Hey Paul. You look… better. Glad to see you’ve got your mojo back” Paul put his hand on Dylan’s back and led him into the lounge room.

Paul grinned “Yes, I’m back on my feet. And now I’ve got this thing with Lassiter’s happening, things can go back to how they were.” Paul turned to Dylan who was looking at the ground. “So is this just a house call or is there something you came here for especially?”

Dylan looked up with a face that could mean ‘I’m sorry, but I think I ran over your cat’. “It’s about my business…”

“I see…” said Paul, knowing what was next.

“Well, I was wondering… I need to borrow some money. I’ll pay it back and everything, it’s just so I can get a head start with the hot dog stand.”

“And how much are you needing?” asked Paul who was walking away from the conversation, perhaps subconsciously.

“A few grand, that’s all”

Paul stopped and turned “That’s all?! Money doesn’t grow on trees you know, Dylan.”

“Yeah, I KNOW that, but I need this. I wouldn’t normally ask,” Paul scoffed at this and rolled his eyes. “Come on Paul, please! Think of all the things I’ve done for you.”

Paul raised an eyebrow in question “Like what?”

“Like saving your life, and having faith in you that time.”

“Don’t play that game with me, Dylan. It won’t work” Paul said, raising a hand in protest.

“Please!”

“Let me think... No”

Dylan darted around in front of Paul to stop him from moving around “Please, Paul, I’m on my knees here.” Paul stopped and looked Dylan up and down as if waiting for something. Dylan hesitated, rolled his eyes and then dropped to his knees in front of Paul. Paul’s smirk widened. “There, you happy?” Dylan’s arms were out to his sides.

“A little.” Paul was looking down at Dylan with a very sneaky expression on his face.

It was then Dylan noticed how close his head was to Paul crotch. He stared at it momentarily, hypnotised. A part of him had always thought Paul was sexy as hell. Maybe it was his confidence, his power, or his sly expression. Whatever it was, Dylan was aware of a stirring within him, and gulped. He tore his eyes off Paul’s dick and looked him in the eye. “I’ll do anything, Paul, I mean it.”

Paul ran his thumb across Dylan’s cheek. “I can think of one thing…” he purred. Dylan closed his eyes at the touch and then rose to his feet. “…and you can stay on your knees for this.”

Dylan smiled a toothy smile and then leant forward to kiss Paul. It was soft at first but Paul couldn’t resist pulling Dylan in so that they were rubbing against each other. Their tongues glided over one another’s and Dylan couldn’t help the little noise he made. He undid a button in Paul’s shirt and slid his hand in to caress the warm, smooth skin it covered. Paul broke away and gasped when Dylan’s finger came in contact with his nipple, and then crashed his lips back into Dylan’s. Pretty soon they had to stop for air.

The little push on his shoulders was all the invitation Dylan needed. He got back down on his knees and opened Paul’s pants, freeing his erection. Without hesitation he licked it from root to tip, and he could feel Paul tremble. He twirled his tongue around the head and flicked it along the top to tease at the slit. Dylan opened his mouth and sucked the tip of Paul's cock inside. Paul growled in pleasure as Dylan then swallowed him whole, and then released him again, starting a rhythm.

Paul’s hands tangled themselves in Dylan’s long brown hair. Tried as he might, he couldn’t stop the strangled cries of pleasure escaping his mouth. He realised his eyes were squeezed closed and opened them so he could take a look. He could see Dylan’s head bobbing back and forward, something he had secretly dreamt of for too long. The boy’s mouth was amazing. Then he glanced up, eyes burning into Paul’s, and he smiled around the cock in his mouth.

The moans coming from Paul were turning Dylan on so much now that he couldn’t help himself any more (or is that could?) and unzipped his fly. He stroked himself quickly and moaned, the vibrations eliciting a similar sound from Paul.
Paul was gripping the back of Dylan’s head tightly and had begun fucking his mouth harder. He was so close and when Dylan dragged his tongue across the underside of his cock he screamed “Oh fuck Dylan!” Paul closed his eyes again as he threw his head back and came in Dylan’s mouth. The taste of Paul’s semen was enough to send Dylan over the edge too as he moved his hand over himself quickly.

Dylan slumped forward, leaning against Paul as they both caught their breath. He wondered how Paul had managed to stay standing - maybe it had something to do with his fake leg? His trail of thought was interrupted as he was pulled to his feet. Paul kissed Dylan, and realised he could taste himself. They zipped up again and Dylan gave Paul his stick that he had apparently dropped in favour of groping Dylan. It didn’t take long after that for Paul to regain his sly expression.

“I’ll see what I can do about money.”

“Thanks Paul! You’re the best! You won’t regret this, I promise!” said Dylan, who patted Paul on the shoulder and was back to his bouncy self.

Paul looked mildly defeated; he hadn’t moved from the place he was standing. “Since when have you been a master of blackmail?”

Dylan grinned. “I’ve learnt from the best, of course. I’ll let you know how the business is going later. See ya Paul!” Dylan ran to the door and Paul raised an eyebrow.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you” he said to Dylan as he left. Paul smirked and then sighed and went on with the work he was doing before Dylan had came … oh, bad use of words.

:-) that was necessary...