Xander had placed the laundry in the washing machine and returned to the kitchen to prep the next day's meals. Although the laundry room was next to the conference room, it was quiet and wouldn't distract me when the room was in use.

The moon sat high in the sky, prompting Dad to go off to La La Land for the night and me to retreat to the lonely stark white room. But this time wouldn't be so lonely as Austin wanted to meet up once I had free time. 

Although Xander only played the piano only a couple of times so far, each time before noon, I couldn't keep from wondering if he were to put fingers to keys again tomorrow. I even took my phone out to set a reminder just in case something else caught my attention at that time and I might forget.

As soon as I pulled the phone from my pocket, Austin's text caught my attention.

"You free yet?"

"I'm ready," I replied, and arranged the box of tissues and bottle of lube on the desk behind the computer. With a couple of taps on the computer keys, the white room transformed into a cozy room within a remote cabin in the snowy forests.

The light from the crackling fireplace lit the room in an orange-yellow ambience. The snow fell onto the pine trees outside the window on the opposite side of the room that had been dressed in a dusty brown curtain that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. The brown matched the wooden logs that made up the walls of the cabin.

The chair across from me remained empty. And as I waited for Austin, I imagined Xander filling the vacant seat. I allowed the image of Xander to be completely naked, imagining the glow of the fireplace flames to glisten off his flawless skin.

I imagined him lounging back in the seat comfortably, muscular thighs agape, the thickness of his heavy cock draped along his inner thigh as it slowly awakens to its full potential. 

Austin appeared, replacing my imaginary Xander. But before disappointment could set in, my desire only heightened at the true view before me.

Austin relaxed in the chair in a similar position to the one I had imagined. Although he wore a pair of loose sweatpants, they were pulled down to his thighs, exposing his erect cock that he quickly took in his palm.

I massaged my neck with my own hand to prevent it from grabbing my own cock, as I wanted to savor the moment, afraid of erupting too soon if I touched it.

The light from the fire casted shadows that highlighted Austin's striking jawline. I instantly wondered what the slope of his neck felt like on my lips.

"Touch it," he ordered, nodding to my lap.

"Sshh." I pressed my finger to my lips, hoping we didn't take ourselves out of the moment of our lurid fantasy by speaking. I didn't want anything to remind me that for the dozenth time I was about to get off with my best friend who told bad jokes and got a good laugh from farting in conferences even though no one would never smell it.

The way he moved his fist along the shaft of his thickness, smearing a glistening layer of lube as he pulled and tugged, made it difficult for me not to partake.

Beads of sweat collected on Austin's chest and trickled down the crevices that made up his abs. And when he let a sigh slip through his lips, my hands were expertly unfastening the button on my jeans.

"Slower," he urged with a heavy accent, eyebrows dipping slightly with frustration.

"Sshh," I repeated as I tried to pay closer attention to my actions and how I looked in his eyes. Reminding myself that we were participating in a mutual session, I lifted my shirt sensually to expose my stomach muscles. I tried to flex but couldn't maintain it and gave up trying when the need to relieve the tension overtook me.

I tucked the hem of my shirt under my chin, allowing the fabric to rest on my chest. I moisten my fingers with lube, moving slower and more deliberate when Austin smacked his lips in annoyance. I knew I couldn't be selfish and think only of my needs, so I set out to give him a show.

I imagined the warmth of the fire, and suddenly another fantasy interrupted my thoughts. A buck naked, fully functional Xander slowly approaching with a look of pure sexual desire in his almond shaped eyes. Bedroom eyes could never do justice to the look of raw animalistic need radiating from his gaze.

My head fell back, lids fluttered closed, and a moan left my lips as I neared my limit. Austin's heavy breathing made me look up and we simultaneously released. A pleasure-filled jolt surged through me, and I couldn't stifle the groan that rattled my throat.

After a few seconds, the need to clean up took away all those urges and desirable feelings. As always, Austin refused further eye contact, but didn't want to admit embarrassment.

He too grabbed a few of his tissues he had prepared on the table beside him. "Same time next week?"

"Sure." I wanted to mention Xander's beautiful piano playing and the connection we had earlier, but now wasn't the time.

Out of nowhere, Austin startled me when he gasped and murmured, "Shit!" before disappearing. I managed to get a look of his face before he exited the simulation. Whatever startled him was right behind me.

I turned with a jolt. Only to stare into those alluring almond shaped eyes. "Xander!"

He stood in the opened door. "I'm sorry to startle you, Rudy. I was investigating the noise. My apologies." And he left the room and closed the door behind him.

I hadn't realized my mouth was hanging open until my jaw started to hurt. "What the—?" Embarrassed and confused I shook my head, trying to make sense of what I just experienced. "Did he just call me Rudy?"

I stopped the simulation, bringing the room back to the sterile white condition it was before. My eyes had to adjust to the brightness and to ease the pain I dimmed the lights. I pulled out my phone to message Austin.

"Sorry about that. That was weird."

"He looks so real. I freaked."

"Understandable." I nodded.

"What did he do when I left?"

"He just apologized and called me Rudy." I glanced at the door, trying to understand what that meant and coming up with nothing.

"Did the sight of our cocks break him or something?"

I shook my head, not even a chuckle bubbled to the surface to replace my confusion. "Let's talk later."

Cleanup took nearly half an hour only because I used the time to muster up the courage to face Xander after that. What do I say? Do I say anything at all or just pretend it didn't happen? Like how Austin and I treated our midnight hookups.

Finally, I opened the door and peeked out. Nothing was on the other side. I entered the hall, passing the empty laundry room as I went. When crossing his room, the door was wide open and the space was empty.

Finally, making my way up the stairs and through the lonely hall, my heart thumped so hard it hurt. The living area was quiet except for the sound of cloth on surface. Xander was still working, wiping down counter tops to clear them of dirt and dust.

I tucked my hands in my pocket, possibly subconsciously hiding my palms. "You're still working?"

Xander paused and smiled. "There's still work that needs to be done."

"You can take a break, you know?" I narrowed my eyes, judging and wondering if he too was judging me.

"I know, Leo." He smiled a genuine smile that wrinkled the skin around his eyes slightly. "Domestic caregivers are programmed to not need breaks."

"I know, but you don't have to work twenty-four-seven." I glanced around the room. "Isn't there something fun you can do while we're sleeping?"

"Fun?" He tilted his head.

Suddenly he didn't understand what fun meant? No longer holding back my concern, I took a deep breath. "Who's Rudy?"

He shook his head. "I'm not aware of anyone by the name of Rudy."

"Then why did you call me that?"

There was an awkward pause, and as I waited for his response his shoulders slumped and softened. "I'm sorry, Leo. If I upset you, I—"

"Xander, you called me Rudy." I rubbed my forehead trying to understand. "Who is Rudy?"

He only shook his head. "I'm sorry. I don't recall."

~~~

Why do you think Xander called Leo another name?

What could that mean?