Sex Worker Liam!Au Liam/Sam
Sam is a rich boy in college and pays club worker and prostitute Liam to come over and help him through a first time.
3400+ words
No real kinks or fetishes this time, I know shocker
Sam takes another drink of his whiskey and checks himself in the mirror again. He has been going back and forth from his sofa to the entryway mirror to check his clothes and his hair. He sits back down and watches another minute of mindless television, has another sip, and checks the time.
/Three minutes. He’s three minutes late. Maybe he’s lost? Maybe it’s just a scam. I’m just being catfished./
There is a knock at the door as Sam is back to staring at himself in the mirror. The boy jumps, splashing a whiskey on his fleece.
“Shit,” Sam whispers. He looks to the door before rushing back to his living room. He sets his glass down, turns off the tv, and dabs at his sweater with a napkin before cramming it in his pocket.
Another stronger knock.
Sam goes back to the door stopping and checking himself in the mirror a final time. Now he answers the door with a bright smile. On the other side is an almost familar boy who is looking down at his phone.
He looks up, “Oh! I was just about to message you.” Liam smiles at his customer. “Hi.”
“Hello,” Sam finally speaks, realizing he had just been staring. But there is a lot to stare at. Liam is a lean boy in dark torn jeans that held tight to his legs and hips, and a flowy white tank top that hangs lose on his shoulders.
Liam laughs a little and glances around, “not to pressure you. But this is by the hour.”
“Oh! Yeah yeah of course. Come in.” Sam motions the other boy in. “Find the place okay?”
“Sort of. I took an Uber so they found it for me.” Liam looks around the condo as he comes in. It looked like the kind of place that came with the furniture and decor. But it was clean enough.
“That’s nice,” Sam locks his door, “want something to drink?”
Liam is surprised but nods. “A drink would be great.”
Sam leads Liam into the living room and starts fixing him a drink. “I was having one before you got here.”
“Really,” Liam pretends he couldn’t smell smokey liquor on this guy’s breath. “Celebrating something?”
“No not really. I was just relaxing and watching a good movie,” Sam brings Liam some of the same whiskey before stopping. “I didn’t ask if you like whiskey,” Sam looks embarrassed.
“It’s fine,” Liam assures, taking the glass carefully. “Seems very nice. Thanks.” He takes a tiny sip, not wanting to really let the liquor get to him while he was on the clock.
As Sam is putting the bottle back on the shelf Liam looks around. That was a nice sofa. Large. Soft looking.
“So,” Liam moves closer, “Sam was it?”
“Oh shit. Yeah,” Sam holds his hand out to shake, still with that big, bright smile. “I’m Sam. Nice to finally meet you.”
This guy is a riot. Liam shakes his hand, it’s soft. “Nice to meet you too. I’m Liam.” Okay. He’s kinda sweet. Liam turns away and looks to the sofa. “Do you wanna do it here? Or start here and move? Or do you have something in mind?”
Sam swallows tightly and rubs his hands together as he looks to his own sofa. “I really hadn’t thought about that.”
Liam raises an eyebrow and takes another sip before setting his glass down next to the other on the coffee table. “You haven’t thought about what you want me to do?”
“Oh. Yeah, no, I’ve thought about that alot,” Sam nods, watching Liam come closer.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Just not…where,” Sam stays still as Liam moves in and starts to fuss at his sweater.
“Well. Tell me what you want me to do,” Liam pulls the little zipper down on Sam’s sweater. Why was this guy wearing layers? Liam reaches down and untucks the dress shirt from underneath.
“Uh…Um,” Sam stutters for a moment before Liam smiles up at him. “Can you kneel in those pants?”
Liam laughs softly, sliding his hands into Sam’s sweater and starts pulling it off. “I can take them off,” Liam shrugs one shoulder.
Sam feels Liam’s hands near his skin just over the top of his collared shirt. It was gone a moment later as Liam is taking hold of the bottom of his sweater and starting to tug it up. “It-it’s hot,” Sam nods and helps to pull the sweater off and toss it aside.
“Maybe is was the drink,” Liam goes to the collar of Sam’s shirt, undoing the top button.
“Maybe,” Sam continues to hold still, letting Liam lead this.
“Have you not had a professional in your bed before,” Liam keeps slowly working down the buttons. Sam was not a particularly large or muscular man, and he didn’t seem particularly hairy either. But his skin was soft, and he smelled nice. The sweater had definitely been doused in cologne but now closer to the strangers skin he smells like popular fabric softener and bright soap.
“Paid? No. I have not paid someone before,” Sam doesn’t know where to put his hands. Putting them in his pockets seems wrong. He wants to touch Liam. He wants to feel how soft his skin really is.
“Just out wooing all the boys at the bar?” Liam finishes the buttons on Sam’s shirt and pushes it open. “Have you picked a space yet?”
“Well uh the stuff I picked up is in the bedroom-.”
“Lead the way,” Liam lets go of Sam’s shirt and follows him. As he does he takes a moment to appreciate Sam’s body. It didn’t seem like he really worked out, but he was still in shape. Youth had that effect. “What did you pick up?”
“Like condoms and lube. I didn’t know what size you’d be or if you had a brand preference so I got a few.”
Liam has to contain some surprised laughter at this. “How thoughtful.”
Sam leads Liam into his bedroom. He’d made sure to clean it and put down fresh sheets.
Liam spots a plastic sack on the side table which he recognizes as the local adult store chain. So he drops his own little leather backpack by the bed amd goes over and pokes through the sack, checking out what Sam has picked up.
Sam takes off his shirt and hangs it up before moving back to the bed. “Should I…lay on my back or on my stomach? Or all fours? What’s better for you?”
Liam perks up, looking Sam over with some bewilderment. This guy didn’t want to fuck. He wanted to be fucked. Liam can’t help the smile he has growing, he never gets paid to top. “Let’s do all fours for now then we can move you around and get you comfortable.”
Sam starts to climb onto the bed before Liam grabs him by the hip and tugs him close. “You really need to be naked first.”
“Of course,” Sam laughs, his own hands moving over his bare chest.
There is a flutter in Liam’s chest at the bright, bell like laughter. He hides his own heating cheeks by grabbing the waist band of Sam’s khakis and focuses on opening his fly.
“Do you need help,” Sam leans down some, enough to get Liam’s attention. When Liam looks up Sam gently touches the tips of his fingers along the underside of the boy’s jaw, smiling at him.
Liam swallows and shakes his head before shoving Sam’s pants to the ground, “Of course not. Sort of my job to get you out of your pants.” As Sam straightens up and steps out of his pants Liam smiles at his bright purple boxers. “Cute.”
“Yeah?” Sam glances down at himself.
“Oh yeah.” Liam runs his thumb over the soft fabric that was tightly shaped to Sam’s thighs. “You ready?”
Sam watches Liam while still unsure where to put his own hands. As much as Liam touches him he craves to hold Liam. His hair looked so nice, Sam would bet money it was soft. He already knows Liam’s skin is soft, but he wants to find the softest spots and maybe bite it a little.
“Sam?”
Sam focuses, “Yeah?”
Liam laughs, “You’re cute,” He gives Sam’s cheek a little pinch. When Sam’s smile falters into a pout Liam presses himself flush to Sam, his arms wrapping around and hands going back to cup and squeeze Sam’s ass. “I wanna get down to business. Can you focus on me?”
Sam squeaks, backing up against the bed and holding as still as he can. “Yeah. Yeah. Course.”
Liam cocks one eyebrow and starts to roll his hips. His tight jeans rubbing against Sam’s silky boxers. “Do you want me to? You just seem so nervous. Like a blushing virgin.”
“ ’M not a virgin. I’m not nervous.” Sam slowly places his hands on Liam’ s hips.
“Go on,” Liam encourages, leans forward more, feeling Sam’s bulge starting to press into his thigh.
Sam takes the encouragement to push Liam’ s tank top up feeling the smooth and tonned skin beneath. He starts to push the shirt up and and out of the way in search of Liam’s body.
Liam quickly lets go of Sam and pulls the tank top off over his head head, tossing it next to his backpack. “This is about enjoying each other’s bodies,” Liam steps in so his thigh presses firmly to Sam’s bulge. Then Liam leans in and bushes his lips over the slightly olive skin of Sam’s shoulder. “We aren’t doing anything to wild so I don’t think we need a safe word. No or stop should be plenty.”
“Safeword-aahh!” Sam was confused a moment before gasping when Liam’s teeth start running along his bare skin. There is gently nip to his collar bone followed by a longer kiss.
“Do you need one? A safeword?”
“Uh,” Sam blinks, “we can do wild things?”
Liam laughs before kisses Sam’s throat, “maybe next time bud.” Liam hooks his thumbs in the wide waistband and strips Sam. As the other man gasps softly from the cold air and sudden exposure Liam gives a firm push against Sam’s bare belly, sending him onto the bed covers.
Sam lays back on the bed, taking a deep breaths and calming the fluttering and twisting in his gut. He hooks his ankles, the bed spread feeling chilly against his heating skin.
“Are you not gonna watch?”
Sam looks forward, seeing Liam’s pants are now hanging open lose on his hips. “You don’t have to,” Liam waves him off.
“No no, I wanna watch.” Sam sits up on his elbows, distracting himself by watching Liam undress.
Under those skin tight black pants were equally tight dark green briefs. Sam can’t figure out if they’re a size too small or if they’re a weird style. It takes him a moment to realize Liam is wearing silky women’s panties. Thin lace wrapping around Liam’s smooth thighs, a dangerously low waist band with a little bow at the front, and shimmery emerald fabric that struggled to contain Liam.
“Oh,” Sam’s voice cracks. Liam actually giggles and it makes Sam smile. This little guy was cute.
“Like it?” Liam steps over, climbing onto the bed and straddling Sam.
“Yeah, uh huh,” Sam nods, trying to keep himself from starring. He was mostly failing.
“They’re so soft,” Liam leans forward abit, swaying his hips to entice Sam.
Sam lays back again before hesitantly reaching up and running his fingertips along Liam’s hips. He pinches and tugs at the lace for a moment while trying to not pull them down.
“Whenever you’re ready big guy,” Liam has a little grin on his face as he watches Sam. This guy was a strange mix of nervous and excited. He wasn’t really pushing forward but was still obviously enjoying himself.
“Oh,” Sam looks up at Liam then back down at the panties. “Can I…should I just?” Sam runs his fingers along the edges of the silk.
Liam nods, “Yeah. When you’re ready.”
Sam spurs himself on and pulls the silk down. “You have no hair?” Sam looks back up at Liam as he is shifting and stripping the silk panties and tossing them to the floor.
“Not in this business sweetheart,” Liam lays his hands on Sam’s bare chest as Sam starts to pet up his bare belly. Liam lets himself shiver under the warm hand, he likes the way Sam smiles then. “Like it?”
“I mean honestly? It’s nice sure, but I’m sure you’d look just as good without all the work.” Sam runs his thumb down the path he imagines Liam should have but has shaved away. He feels Liam shiver again. “Are you cold?” Sam lays his hand on Liam’s back and gently rubs his spine.
“No,” Liam leans down over Sam, “just having fun.” Liam leans back now, looking to where Sam’s cock is resting against his thigh now. Liam smirks and squeezes his thighs together abit, trapping the half hard cock.
Sam whines sharply and shifts under Liam but can hardly move without some discomfort. After a moment of that his hips seem to take advantage on their own and thrust up into the tight, soft skin.
“There you go, you’re figuring things out,” Liam lets Sam thrust for a minute before releasing him, enjoying the way Sam groans when he does. “If you want me in you I really should start on that.”
Sam nods, “yeah yeah. Alright.”
Liam climbs climbs off. “All fours,” he smacks Sam’s ass before going for the bag of lube. Liam comes over with the lube, smoothing his palm over the smooth curve of Sam’s ass. “When was the last time you were opened up?” Liam has an assumption.
“Huh?”
“Your ass. When was the last time you were opened?” Liam starts to warm clear lube on his fingers.
“Oh. Uh, it’s us been awhile,” Sam shifts on all fours and looks over his shoulder.
Liam rolls his eyes. He really doesn’t believe Sam has been topped. He really seems like a guy who is paying for his first time being a bottom to keep it a secret.
Liam purses his lips and humms before swiping his thumb across Sam’s hole, putting soft pressure there. He feels the muscles push back and resist. “Sam, relax. Liam gently rubs lube along Sam’s crack. "Deep breaths,” Liam tries to guide Sam, “relax. I’ll make you feel so good.” Liam wasn’t so use to giving instructions, and he has to take a moment to think about what he would be doing in this same position.
Sam takes a deep breath in and lets a shaky breath out as Liam’s fingers find his sensitive hole again, pressing persistently but not forcing their way in. “Sorry,” Sam drops his head abit as he tries to relax more.
“What? Why are you sorry,” Liam feels Sam relaxing and takes advantage to presses his first finger in.
“Well you’re all…clean and I’m- ahh!” Sam gasps and lurches forward abit, but Liam has a firm hold on his hip so all Sam manages to do is to bury his face into the duvet cover.
Liam grins, “Do you mean your hair?” Liam slowly moves his finger, watching how red Sam is turning.
“Yuuus,” Sam mumbles into the bed
“It really isn’t that bad, plus you’re actually clean. Smell nice.”
Sam frowns and turns his head so his cheek is to the fabric. “From back there?”
“Could be worse. Did you take a shower before I came?” Liam slowly pushes the second finger in, amused at the shocked noises Sam was making.
Sam chews his lips to try and quiet himself, completely embarrassed at the squeaky little whines and whimpers that do manage to push past. “Uh. Umm. Yeah, like thirty minutes ago.”
“Good boy,” Liam praises as Sam’s legs start to open wider and he leans back into his hand now instead of trying to get away.
Sam feels his throat tighten then just as his brain short circuits. For a moment he can distantly hear himself groaning. He is knocked out of this moment by a sudden rush of pleasure.
Liam gleefully smiles as Sam curses below him and his toes curl. “Like that?” Liam teases, probing around again for a moment until Sam cries again. “There you go. Right there.” Liam pulls his hand free as Sam is panting. “You seem to be having fun beautiful,” Liam says as he spreads more lube onto his fingers.
"It’s really nice,” Sam catches his breath. “You’re good at this.”
“You’re good at what you’re doing,” Liam strokes the smooth swell of Sam’s ass. “You’re so good at laying there and being pretty.”
“I’m not pretty,” Sam pouts.
Liam takes that moment to push all three fingers in up to the second knuckle and listen to Sam’s strangled moan. “Oh no. You’re very pretty,” Liam purrs, beginning to drape his upper body over Sam, fingers slowly working deeper in.
“Pretty?” Sam keens, looking up, cheek still on the duvet, hair covering his face.
“Oh yes, so very pretty,” Liam kisses along Sam’s bare freckled shoulders. Liam’s fingers manage to find Sam’s spot again.
Sam can feel the heat starting the build in his belly, the low and constant burn. He moans, trying to shift his weight so he can reach for his ignored cock. But Liam begins to rut against him and Sam is knocked down, his arm giving out making him land on his shoulders andforcing his ass up against Liam.
“What were you doing?” Liam sits up, “Trying to play with yourself?”
“Maybe,” Sam groans.“
"What? Is this not enough?” Liam starts to pump his fingers, pressing into that tight bundle of nerves.
“No, it’s good. So good.” Sam covers his face as he moans. “Fuck. Liam, oh god.”
“What is it beautiful? You like that?” Liam’s other hand comes over to scratch a red line into Sam’s pale back.
“Liam. So much,” Sam shakes his head, back arching under the sharp contrast of the pain against the pure pleasure of Liam’s fingers curling inside him.
“Hmm?” Liam is trying to decipher Sam’s whining while spreading his fingers to check if Sam was ready yet when the man lurches forward.
“Fuck, oh fuck,” Sam cries, gut clenching as sudden pleasure washes over him.
Liam is shocked at the quick orgasm so he reaches under Sam and strokes him through it to help him along. “Should'a gave me some warning,” Liam murmurs.
Sam whines softly, thighs trembling as his orgasm ends and he tries not to fall straight down into his bed.
Liam pulls away, going over to his bag on the ground and using baby wipes to clean himself abit. “That was quick,” He sighs.
Sam slowly lowers himself onto his side, still panting and swimming inside his own head. He sees Liam standing over him at the side of the bed, naked but still so calm. Sam reaches out towards Liam, wanting to touch him.
“What?” Liam cocks an eyebrow at Sam, then shoves the pack of baby wipes into Sam’s hand. “Clean yourself up.”
Sam looks at the package feeling disappointment swell up. He shoves the strange emotions down as he starts to wipe himself clean.
“You’re a gay virgin aren’t you? You might have had sex before but not with a man?” Liam uses another wipe to clean cum from the blanket.
Sam swallows and nods. “Yeah, I’m a virigin.”
“In general?”
Sam lays there quietly, balling up his wipe and tossing it on his side table.
“Alright,” Liam shakes his head. “You should have said something.”
“Was I that bad?”
“Not that bad, no. But you lasted-,” Liam looks to the clock, “almost four minutes.”
“Is that really short?”
“Kinda.” Liam gathers his clothes.
“Are you leaving?” Sam sits up on his elbows.
“Uh, I mean…job’s kinda over,” Liam watches Sam, confused on why the guy seemed so distressed.
“You can stay longer. I’ll pay.”
Liam cocks one brow. “For what?”
“Uh, um,” Sam looks around, “We could…order food?”
Liam snickers and sets his clothes on the bed. “That’s not really what my job is.”
“It can be. If I pay?” Sam breaks out that award winning smile again.
Liam picks up his phone to check the time, sighing. “I do have to get back to the club later.”
“Okay. I can drive you or get you a cab too. But if you want to…hang out.” Sam sits up to sit cross legged on the bed now.
Liam purses his lips, eyes narrowed abit.
“I have Netflix?”
“Fine,” Liam sighs and starts to get dressed again. “But I want Chinese.”
