Page 15 of As I Am
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ky took the elevator to the top floor. He'd been shocked when the bellboy escorted him, and had to use a key to access the floor where Carson was staying. It shouldn't have been a shock. Of course, Carson would need a secure area, but he had just assumed that it would be like the first time they were together and it would just be a normal room.
He stepped out of the elevator to an entry hall with only two doors. The bellboy pointed to one and smiled. "He's expecting you."
Ky nodded. "Thanks." He walked down the small hall to the door and gently knocked.
A moment later, the door opened and Carson was standing there, smiling. "Hi, I'm glad you came."
"Thanks for inviting me." Ky focused on standing up straight and allowing Carson to see exactly what he'd bought for the evening. He'd made sure to wear his nicest clothes, figuring if he was paying a thousand dollars for a night, he would want the best of everything Ky had to offer.
"Come on in." Carson stepped back, waving Ky into the hotel room.
Ky entered, and had to force himself to hide his shock at what he saw. This was no regular hotel room. It was huge. It was ten times the size of his little studio apartment. The area he stepped into was a huge living room looking area with couches and chairs and a large TV. To the side of that was a small kitchen. Well, small for the area, but even it was bigger than the kitchen space where he lived. He could see several rooms toward the back, and a large enclosed balcony off to one side. "Wow, this is amazing." Ky turned back to Carson, reminding himself that he was here for a job, and needed to focus on the person, not the place.
"I'm glad you like it. I've grown tired of hotels after touring so much, but this place is nice. It's one place I'm guaranteed privacy. Some of the other places aren't as secure." Carson shut the door and stepped farther into the room. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"If you would like something, go ahead." Ky wasn't sure how to handle questions like that. No one ever asked him if he wanted things.
"How about we just sit down and talk for a bit." Carson gestured to one of the couches.
"Sure." Ky followed Carson and sat down beside him, waiting for Carson to tell him what he wanted.
"I enjoyed breakfast this morning. I hope work went fast for you." Carson tucked his feet underneath him as he turned to face Ky.
"It did. It was only a few hours. Nothing major."
"Do you like working there?"
"It's okay. I wish I got more hours, and in time I'd like to maybe move up to being a waiter, but right now I can't really complain about it. Trevor really went out of his way hiring me in the first place."
"How did you find the job?"
Ky didn't like talking about himself, but again, if that was what Carson wanted, he would do it. "Trevor hires dishwashers through a program at the homeless shelter. It helps people get on their feet. I know several of his staff members started out in the dish room."
"Sounds like a good program then." Carson smiled.
"It is, if people want it. A lot start and quit right after. I guess some guys are just used to being on the streets and always will be." He looked around the room again, then back at Carson, wishing this was more about sex than just talking. At least then he'd know what he was doing.
Carson reached over and took Ky's hand. "Hey, don't be nervous, okay."
Ky nodded. "I'm just not used to talking to my customers."
Carson shook his head. "That's the first problem. Don't think of me as a customer. Think of me as a new friend. I didn't hire you tonight for sex. Hell, I didn't even really want to hire you, but I know you need the money and didn't think you'd take the night off to come be with me if you risked losing money by doing it."
Ky wasn't sure how to take that. "I'll try. I'm just not used to this."
"What are you used to?" Carson caressed his fingers over Ky's hand.
"Sex. Most of the time I walk in and we get naked and I let them fuck me. I'm not used to talking and getting to know someone." He blushed.
"Then maybe we need to change how we are doing this." Carson released Ky's hand and stood up. "If it helps you relax, then let's do this naked."
Ky stared up at him.
"Undress me." Carson stood directly in front of Ky.
Used to taking orders, Ky reached up and worked open the button on Carson's jeans, then slowly lowered the zipper before gently pushing Carson back a few steps so he could stand up in front of him. Leaving the pants alone for a moment, he gently slid his hands underneath Carson's shirt, his hands softly skimming over his sides before he lifted the shirt from Carson's body.
