Tim escorted his potential client, Colt, to a lavish penthouse in one of Manhattan's most prestigious neighborhoods. Hoping to finally seal the deal, Tim prayed Colt would be drawn to the seventh option he'd meticulously curated, as Colt had shown signs of indecision for what seemed like an eternity."
Tim gestured grandly to the floor-to-ceiling windows, revealing a breathtaking view of Central Park And this, Colt, is what truly sets this penthouse apart. The balcony wraps around the entire west side, offering uninterrupted views of the park and the city skyline.
Tim strolled over to the windows, propping his elbows on the sill as he looked out at the stunning view "So, check it out--you got yourself a little private paradise here. No neighbors peeking in, just unobstructed views of the park and city."
Colt wandered closer to the windows, his eyes sparkling with appreciation as he took in the panoramic vista. Damn, this view is perfection. Means I can entertain however I want without worrying about prying eyes, eh? He flashed Tim a playful grin, clearly intrigued by the privacy factor.
"You know, this penthouse has got everything I've been looking for in a place. The privacy, the views, the pure luxuriousness of it all..." Colt's voice trailed off slightly, his gaze lingering on Tim just a moment longer than necessary before drifting back to the stunning cityscape.
Tim nodded professionally, jotting down a few notes on his tablet to maintain an air of business-like detachment. "I'm glad it meets your criteria, Colt. Privacy and luxury are two of the biggest draws for high-end properties like this one." He paused, flicking through some documents.
Tim leaned casually against the polished kitchen counter, his expression calculated. "You know, Colt, interest in this property has been surprisingly high. We've had a few very serious inquiries." He paused for effect, his eyes meeting Colt's. "'Course, no one's made an offer official yet."
"You know, at least you're considering." His voice softened as "Tim's actually developed a rare smile, leaning against the marble counter with a familiarity that only comes from months of patiently guiding Colt through the buying process. "
"Normally I'm selling to clients twice your age who just want me to shut up and hand them the keys. But with you..." he smiled warmly. "Hell, I've spent more time explaining mortgages than showing houses. Yet here we are, finally at the perfect penthouse for you."
Colt chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck in a self-conscious gesture. "Yeah, I know, I know. It's like pulling teeth getting me to commit, huh? Sorry for dragging you through every option under the sun."
Tim waved off the apology, his smile turning genuine. "Nah, it's fine. You're not some middle-aged mogul looking to dump money into a trophy property. You're actually thinking about where you want to live, not just invest."
Hey there, Colt! chuckles softly I can totally understand why you might feel a bit self-conscious about your decision-making process. It's great that you're taking the time to carefully consider your options and not just rushing into something without thinking it through.
Tilting his head curiously, Tim's polished facade cracked slightly to reveal genuine interest. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but at your age, how did you manage to get into the luxury penthouse market? Most people your age are still scrambling for starter homes, or getting interviews for a permanent 9 to 5"
"Trust fund, actually." Colt said it matter-of-factly, no pride or shame in his tone, just stating the facts. "I know it's not exactly cool these days to be a spoiled rich kid..." His voice trailed off slightly, a subtle hint of defensiveness creeping in.
Tim's expression softened with understanding, realizing he'd made an assumption. He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Hey, no judgement here. It's not every day I meet a trust fund kid who actually seems to give a damn about what they're buying."
Colt shifted the conversation smoothly, a slight blush creeping up his neck. "Enough about me, though. Where do you call home?" His tone was casual, but held a hint of genuine curiosity - or perhaps deflection.
Tim answered honestly, his voice taking on a more relaxed, friendly tone. "Nothing fancy, really. I live in a nice apartment in a middle-class area of New York. You know, near the supermarket and the park? It's comfortable, affordable, and close to everything I need."
As Tim shared about his simple yet cozy home, Colt found himself oddly intrigued. The real estate agent was clearly successful, yet he didn't flaunt it. Something about that resonated with Colt in a way he didn't quite understand. "Sounds... nice,"
Tim wondered to himself if Colt had simply becomes disconnected from the middle-class lifestyle due to his privilege. He quickly dismissed the thought, attributing it instead to innocent ignorance. Shifting gears, Tim asked: "So, will you be living alone in your new penthouse?" His curiosity piqued.
Tim's phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it, too caught up in the conversation with Colt. A few minutes later, he absent-mindedly swiped his screen, deleting the text from his husband Lukas without even reading it. "Anyway, back to you..."
Colt nodded, unaware of Tim's distraction. "Yeah, mostly alone. Might get a cat though." He chuckled softly, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "Never had much luck with roommates, you know? Too many differences in cleaning habits."
Tim leaned against the marble counter of the penthouse kitchen, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let me ask you something, Colt." He tilted his head, studying the trust fund man with curious eyes. "Are you more of a 'wear and tear' kind of guy?"
Colt raised an eyebrow, catching Tim's meaning instantly. He chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You mean like, I'd leave dishes in the sink and track mud on the carpet?" He teased, knowing exactly where Tim was going with this.
Tim watched as Colt familiarized himself with the penthouse, his mind reeling from the earlier implications. He decided to press no further on the 'wear and tear' question, allowing Colt to settle in comfortably. As they chatted, Colt finally opened up,
"You know, Tim," Colt said nonchalantly, adjusting the throw pillow on the leather couch, "I'm not really the type to stick with one guy for too long. I get bored easily, you know? My taste changes quicker than the seasons."
Tim nodded thoughtfully, a small smirk playing at his lips "So... commitment issues, or just more interested in keeping things casual?" He moved to adjust one of the elegant pendant lights, not wanting to come across as too probing. "Not judging, just curious."
"Casual, definitely," Colt replied with a confident smirk, spreading his arms wide over the back of the couch. "I mean, why settle down with one person when there are so many attractive options out there?" He chuckled, his eyes scanning the luxurious penthouse.
Tim chuckled, shaking his head in mock amusement. "Well, I hope your philosophy on relationships isn't the same as your approach to real estate." He joked, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows to admire the city view. "Buying a property is a long-term investment, after all."
"Hah! Good point," Colt laughed, standing up to join Tim by the windows. "I guess when it comes to men, I'm more like a renter than a buyer." He leaned against the glass, his reflection next to Tim's as they both looked out at the city.
"By the way," Colt said, turning to face Tim with an inquisitive look, "It's only fair that I ask - are you attached, or are you also just renting in the love department?" He asked with curiosity as he waited for Tim's response.
Tim turned, his eyes meeting Colt's gaze filled with a mix of amusement and something deeper. "Well, that depends," he replied slowly, his voice low and measured. "Do you consider being married for seven years as 'renting' or 'owning'?"
Colt's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his eyes widening as he processed Tim's response. "Seven years... married?" He repeated, his voice filled with a mixture of shock and curiosity. "Damn, Tim, you're not exactly the 'renter' type, are you?"
Tim chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, those days are long behind me," he joked. "I'm definitely not the 'renting' type anymore." He paused, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he left out the crucial detail about his husband Lukas.
Colt nodded, a smirk curling his lips as he absorbed this information. "Settled, huh? Good for you, man." Colt replied. "So, I guess you really got stuck with the same 'house' for the long haul," Colt joked with a laugh, the real estate metaphor rolling off his tongue easily. "Must be hard for a man like you, used to making deals and moving properties, to stay with the same home."
"Speaking of which," Colt continued, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he suppressed another laugh, "Have you considered renovating? You know, to make the 'property' more appealing after all these years?" He joked, imagining Tim's marital home.
"Well, the 'property' might need a little touch-up, yeah," Tim replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair. "I mean, even the finest real estate starts to look a little worn after seven years, don't you think?"
"Hell yeah," Colt laughed, leaning forward conspiratorially. "I mean, even the most expensive 'houses' need regular... uh...'maintenance' to keep their value, right?" He winked, knowing he was pushing the real estate metaphor into suggestive territory.
Tim burst into deep, genuine laughter, unconsciously adjusting his stance to ease the sudden discomfort in his pants. "Jesus, Colt. When you put it that way..." He trailed off, suddenly very aware of his own marriage and how long it had been since Lukas had..."maintained" him.
"Hey, I'm just saying," Colt continued, leaning back with a smug smile, completely unaware of the internal turmoil he'd caused in Tim. "Even the most 'well-loved' properties need attention to keep them... occupied." His choice of words hung heavy in the air.
Tim leaned back, stretching casually while inadvertently letting slip a bit more than he intended. "Maybe I should've stuck to renting room to room, huh?" He joked, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "At least then I could've had different 'views' regularly."
Colt nodded emphatically, his eyes lighting up with understanding. "Damn straight," he agreed, leaning in closer. "I mean, can you imagine being stuck with the same boring 'view' every night?" He shuddered dramatically, clearly someone who valued variety in his... real estate dealings.
Tim smoothly shifted gears, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he sidestepped further marriage quips. "Seven, huh? They say it's a lucky number," he remarked casually, leaning forward on his elbows. "Think your seventh option's going to bring you some good luck, Colt?"
Colt flashed a knowing smirk, connecting the dots between Tim's marital milestone and his own real estate aspirations. "Seven years married, my seventh penthouse option? Yeah, I'd call that damn lucky," he quipped, leaning back with a confident grin.
"Great," Tim replied nonchalantly, hiding his curiosity behind a mask of indifference. "I'll be waiting to hear which penthouse you decide on, Colt. Number seven seems to be calling your name, doesn't it?"
Colt chuckled low in his throat, appreciating Tim's subtle humor and the way he didn't push for personal details despite the marriage comment. He stood up, buttoning his suit jacket. "I'll let you know my decision soon, Tim."
As Tim unlocked the front door, stepping into the quiet house, he could feel an unmistakable tightness in his pants. He brushed it off as excitement from the potential sale, ignoring the way his mind kept wandering to Colt's smirk and the number seven.
Tim ascended the stairs, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of multimillion-dollar deals and his lucky number seven, momentarily pushing aside the significance of the date. He brushed past Lukas in the kitchen, the aroma of Vietnamese takeout filling the air, without a word or acknowledgment.
Lost in thoughts of commissions and luxury penthouses, Tim failed to register the flicker of annoyance crossing Lukas' face as he passed by without so much as a glance. Lukas sighed, shrugging off the slight as he continued arranging the takeout containers on the table.
Under the steaming water, Tim's body tensed as he tried to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs. He told himself it was the anticipation of the record-breaking sale, the adrenaline of closing the most expensive deal of his career. "It's the sale,"
Tim muttered to himself, unwilling to concede that maybe, just maybe, his body's reaction had less to do with real estate and more with the enigmatic smile of a handsome client. He turned the shower to cold, hoping the shock would quell his traitorous arousal. "Definitely just the sale,"
Tim smirked wryly at his own arousal, shaking his head in amusement. "Damn, you're really worked up over this sale, aren't you?" he teased his straining erection, wondering if his cock's enthusiasm matched his own excitement for breaking records. "Easy there, champ."
Tensing his abs playfully, Tim mimicked a nod of his cock, chuckling. "I knew it. You're always the first one excited about those multi-million-dollar deals, aren't you?" He lathered soap over his chest, continuing his mock conversation.
"Yeah, you love when I bring home the big bucks, don't you?" Tim teased, his voice low and playful as he continued to pamper his erection. "Well, this sale is going to be the biggest one yet, and you're going to love the commission check I'll be bringing home."
"Calm down, big guy," Tim whispered, wrapping his soapy hand around his erection with practiced gentleness. "Let's take care of that excitement for you." He stroked slowly, deliberately, a small smile playing at his lips as he maintained the playful convo with his reflection.
*"Alright, buddy, let's get you nice and relaxed," Tim cooed, picking up the pace of his strokes. His other hand reached up to gently squeeze his own nipple, adding an extra layer of sensation to the pleasurable scenario. "Just imagine all the zeros on that commission check, huh?"
As Tim's hand moved faster, his erection bobbed eagerly in his palm, seeming to anticipate the next words of their imaginary conversation. "You like that, don't you? You can practically feel those million-dollar digits, can't you?"
Tim froze mid-stroke, his eyes widening slightly as a sudden, vivid image filled his mind. He saw himself standing across from Colt, the man's hand enveloping his own in a firm handshake, a grateful smile on his chiseled face as he thanked Tim for his excellent work.
Tim's breath hitched as his fantasy unfolded--Colt stepping into the luxurious penthouse, his eyes sparkling with admiration for the impeccable space Tim had masterfully showcased. The handsome client appreciatively nodded, clearly impressed by Tim's expertise.
In Tim's mind, Colt's deep voice resonated through the empty property as he wandered from room to room, each step bringing him closer to signing the dotted line. He envisioned Colt running his fingers along the marble countertops, 'This is perfect,' he murmured.
Tim's strokes became urgent, almost feverish, as he imagined Colt sitting on the plush, cream-colored sofa, slowly unbuttoning his crisp dress shirt. Their eyes locked, neither breaking their intense stare, while Colt's breath grew heavier with each passing second.
In Tim's fantasy, Colt's broad chest came into view, his chiseled abs peeking through the opened shirt. He leaned back, spreading his legs wide, inviting Tim--the former realtor who had become so much more in his imagination--to appreciate the view.
Tim's jerking stopped abruptly, his body tensing at Lukas' voice.Through the door, he heard Lukas's gentle concern, "Babe? You okay in there? Dinner's getting cold..." A small laugh followed, but Tim knew Lukas was really wondering what was taking so long.
"Hey, baby, I'm almost done," Tim called back, his voice soft and reassuring. As he spoke, his cock lost its rigidity, the blood rushing out as quickly as it had surged in. He sighed, rubbing his palm over his now-softer erection as he turned off the water.
"You'd better not be jacking off in there," Lukas teased from the other side of the door, making Tim chuckle softly at his partner's intuition. "And yes, dinner really is getting cold," Lukas added, his voice playfully annoyed. "You've been in there for over twenty minutes."
Wrapped in a towel, Tim emerged from the steamy bathroom, his mind still foggy from the unwanted thoughts of Colt that had crept in during his shower. He hastily pulled on a pair of simple shorts and a tank top, his hands shaking slightly as he buttoned his shorts.
As he walked out to the dining table, Tim forced a smile, trying to wash away the guilt that lingered from his shower thoughts. He told himself it was just excitement about the upcoming sale and the reward that came with it--that he wasn't actually attracted to his client.