Page 50 of Back Room Host

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Luca

The guilt gnawed at me ever since I threw Juri down the stairs, yet the thought of washing him brought a forbidden joy bubbling up within me.

Get a grip, I scolded myself.It doesn’t mean anything. Even the fact that we jerked each other off last Saturday doesn’t mean anything. That was probably just because of the situation. The damn back room had made me hornier than I expected. And apparently Juri too.

“Alright,” I said after loading the dishwasher. “Let’s get you cleaned up then.”

The remark didn’t go over well. The way Juri grimaced, it was clear he didn’t like being so vulnerable to me. But if the roles were reversed, I probably would have felt the same.

I went over to him and helped him up. I wrapped my arm around his back and supported him, feeling his slender body against mine and inhaling his rugged scent.

At least I wasn’t lacking in strength; I saw it as extra training. As long as I focused on Juri, it had a calming effect on me. With him, at least I knew what I had to do. Basic needs had to be met. But I was lost on how I would solve the issue with my film project. The detour to the back room of Exil had sparked a true firestorm.

Since then, I could hardly get Juri out of my head. Now that we were living under the same roof and I was guiding him to the bathroom, things didn’t get any easier.

Juri gripped my shoulder with his uninjured hand and groaned with effort. It would have been quicker if I had piggybacked him, but I doubted he would have agreed. And so,with each step he took, I felt his heavy breath on my ear and inevitably remembered what had happened at Exil.

Why didn’t he want to kiss me?

Juri groaned beside me and tensed up.

“Sorry, did I—”

“No,” he gasped, bracing himself against the bathroom doorframe. “My leg was already hurting anyway. Overexertion isn’t exactly helpful.”

I sat him on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the water. Afterward, I helped him undress. Last night, the strangulation marks on him had consumed all my attention. I had been so shocked and panicked because I was certain those bruises couldn’t have been from the fall. Yet there had been that brief moment of doubt that had thrown me off.

Juri’s response hadn’t reassured me either, and I went to bed convinced that he had engaged in sexual activities with someone who had strangled him. When I asked if Clé was his boyfriend, he vehemently avoided the question, leading me to assume he was single. However, that didn’t eliminate the possibility of him being involved with others, which left a rather unpleasant taste in my mouth.

No, the thing in the back room meant absolutely nothing. So, get a grip.

As soon as he became shirtless, my gaze roamed over his upper body. The bruises from the fall had darkened, and his right flank had taken quite a beating. When something stirred in my pants, I realized how sexy I found the guy. And then he had that stud in his nipple. Even the scar on his neck, which, as I now saw, extended over his collarbone and was at least seven inches long, made him irresistible.

“Are you just going to stare at me?”

“No.”

“Then help me with the shorts.”

Oh damn.

I knelt in front of him and assisted him in removing his underwear. Being so close to Juri's crotch quickened my heartbeat. To distract myself somehow, I focused all my attention on Juri’s black pile of clothes on the white ceramic floor. It felt like time stood still. And then I heard him chuckle.

“Do you want to give me a blowjob?”

Those words helped me refocus on the task at hand, and I rolled my eyes. “What if I said yes?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Embarrassed, I averted my gaze. “You act like it’s no big deal for you.” I busied myself and grabbed a bar of soap from the mirrored cabinet. When I turned back around, he was holding his penis in his hand, giving me an inviting look and raising an eyebrow.

“It’s no big deal,” he said, even licking his lips. “I just have to hold still.”

Damn, he’s hot!I stood there, feeling foolish and unsure of what to do next. Was he serious? He didn’t even seem embarrassed when he got hard.

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