My Boy// SnowBaz ✔️

Chapter 12

Tw: swearing and sex (but not particularly descriptive)

Baz

I leave my flat and don't lock the door. I never do. A lot of my friends have complicated lives and I like them to be able to know they always have a place to stay, even if I'm not home. I'm on my way to work, and I shoot Simon a text telling him to meet me at my flat in three hours. I don't feel like picking up any extra clients tonight, I'm tired and want to get home to Simon as soon as possible.

•••

I've finished my set, made a good amount in tips, and definitely got my workout in for the day. While I was on stage I did notice one of my regulars giving me the once over. I check the time, I still have about forty minutes before I got to meet Simon, I think I can swing it. I finish cleaning myself up and head out into the club. I see him instantly and catch his eye, he smiles and walks over to me. "You available?" He asks he's one of my favourites.

"I can give you 30 minutes" I chuckle, and he leans forward to press his lips to the side of my neck.

"Staring now?" He smirks against my skin. I drag him up to the closest room I can get to, the whole time he doesn't stop.

"Okay, I have time to give you a blow job, wait, no. We have enough time for you to give me a blow job, while I call you a bunch of awful dirty things" I laugh and Kyle responds the same way, already sinking to his knees. I don't understand how he gets off on this, but I will never complain about someone paying to blow me. All I have to do is degrade him, and make sure I come relatively soon. Kyle's definitely one of my favourites, it's like I'm just fucking one of my mates. He's funny, and young and just a genuinely great dude. He's going slower than usual though, or maybe I'm more impatient than usual... Either way, I need to make sure I don't end up being late. And suddenly all my thoughts disappear as my client runs his tongue over my cock.

I come shortly after, and get down on my knees. I'm level with my client who's desperately jerking himself off. I push his hand away to replace it with my mouth, I love how loudly he gasps. I know I'm skilled with my blowjobs, but it's always a good boost when I get to hear someone react like this. I make quick work of him and try to swallow everything, but there's a lot more in my mouth than usual and not all of it makes it in. "Been a while?" I chuckle, wiping his come off my chin with the back of my hand.

"You can tell?" He laughs.

"I'm a whore for a living, I can usually swallow everything" I grin. I get up to clean myself off but quickly check my watch. "Shit" I mumble.

"Something wrong?" Kyle asks, pulling his shirt on.

"I'm supposed to be at my flat in five minutes, and I live a good ten minutes away" I take a breath, it's okay the door is open, I'll just tell Simon to wait for my inside.

Me: Simon I'm so sorry, I got a bit hung up at work, I'll be there in 15 min, just walk in, the door is unlocked.

Simon: you keep your door unlocked?

Me: Yeah?

Simon: you're insane

Me: I'll see you in 15

Simon: okay

Kyle already has the money out and hands it to me before I can even ask. "You're a gem, thank you" I press a kiss to his forehead. "You okay if I leave now?" I ask, feeling a little guilty.

"Yeah, it was good, no need to stick around" he smiles earnestly.

"Okay, get home safe" I hug him before rushing to the lockers to get my stuff, I don't bother to change, I'm taking a cab so it doesn't really matter. I grab my bag, not taking the time to say goodbye to my mates, and rush out. There are always cabs outside the club, ready to pick up all the drunk people, thank goodness.

Simon

I get to Baz's flat, and just like he said the door is open. I push it open timidly and am surprised to see someone else sitting in front of the tv. "Hi? Are you Baz's flatmate?" I ask, feeling bad for interrupting his show. He turns and looks me up and down skeptically.

"Maybe, who are you?" The man on the sofa asks challengingly.

"I'm Simon, I'm meeting Baz here, we have a date," I tell him not being particularly fond of his tone. His face does seem to soften when I tell him this though.

"Oh, so you're the boy he's been talking about" he smirks and moves to the side of the sofa. "Come sit, he'll probably be a bit late. That's one thing you'll learn about him pretty quickly, he's late to everything" he laughs, I hesitantly take the seat I'm offered. "My name is Dev" he holds out his hand, and I shake it.

"So are you guys flatmates?" I ask for the second time.

"No, I just crash here sometimes when stuff at home gets a little rough" he laughs it off, but it doesn't sound like something that should be laughed about.

"I'm sorry to hear that, are you okay?" I ask, feeling bad for this man. He looks younger than me, by two or three years about 19 if I had to guess.

"Hmm I see why Baz likes you, you're a good one. You care about people, that's good" he turns back to the show he's watching and I'm guessing that's the end of our conversation.

"Thanks" I mumble, checking my phone to see if Baz has texted me anything.

"Dev?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"Do you know if Baz is into me? I want to make sure I'm not wasting either of our time" I shrug, suddenly feeling very self-conscious about being here.

Dev sighs and turns to me. "I'm going to be real with you, Baz doesn't date, he works, and he has friends, and for the five years I've known him, he has never once had a date. So, Simon, you must be pretty special to finally be the one to break that cycle" He smiles kindly at me, and I definitely feel a boost to my confidence.

"Okay, thank you" I can't help my grin, Dev just laughs.

"I should probably head off to bed, don't wanna get in the way of you getting laid tonight" he teases, and heads to a room coming off the hall.

"No we're not-" I try to explain, but he's already disappeared into what I'm assuming is Bazs guest bedroom.

"Simon!" He shouts my name from the door of the room.

"What?" I shout back, already feeling weirdly comfortable enough with him to talk like this.

"The wifi password is taped to the fridge" he lets me know before closing the door behind him.

"Okay thanks" I chuckle to myself, heading into the kitchen to find it.

• • •

It's about twenty after twelve when Baz walks through the door. I was about to make a sharp remark about it, but he looks tired. His job probably can't be that easy, it's pretty much just more intense customer service, and I remember how exhausting that type of work is. "Hey, Simon. I'm so sorry that I'm so late, I lost track of time-"

"Hey it's okay" I sooth, and he looks so confused.

"No it's not I'm sorry, I'm surprised you're still even here" he looks so apologetic, I'd kiss him if I couldn't see come smeared on his chin.

"How about you go have a shower and get changed, I'm going to get us stuff to drink" I offer, and I'm really enjoying the look of dismay on his face.

"Okay, there's a bottle of wine in the fridge" he smiles, and heads towards (what I assume is) the bathroom. "You're an angel" he adds.

"I try" I laugh and head to the kitchen.