Einstein's Peep Show

  Contents

  Front matter

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

  About the Story

  About the Author

  Einstein’s Peep Show

  by Josephine Myles

  Nerdy by day, naughty by night!

  Nathan Wright has a secret life. During the day he’s a dedicated student, working hard for his maths degree. But times are tough, and in order to make ends meet by night he becomes “Einstein”, wooing punters with his online solo sex show. Still wounded by his last dysfunctional relationship, Nathan’s happy being single. But when his highest tipping client demands it, Einstein has to overcome his social awkwardness to rope in some extra help.

  Party boy Rory Jones has never given his geeky neighbour a second glance, but he’s not one to turn down the offer of a free blow job, even when Nathan tells him it’s going online. Once on camera, Rory discovers his exhibitionist streak and the two of them are so hot together, the one-off becomes a regular gig.

  But being neighbours with benefits isn’t without its challenges. Nathan’s client keeps wanting more, and he finds himself pushed into a role he’s not prepared for. Meanwhile Rory’s growing affection leaves him worried his ultra-rational lover won’t ever be able to share his emotions. If he and Nathan can’t find something more than great sex in common, they’ll be left with the square root of absolute zero.

  Einstein’s Peep Show

  by Josephine Myles

  Copyright 2016 by Josephine Myles

  Cover Art by Lou Harper

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  For Bruin, whose enthusiasm for “Bugger My Neighbour” really helped inspire me when I needed it most!

  And a big thanks to my publishing team: Jamie, Lou, Belea and Rach; and also to LC Chase who helped with a critique. Also, thanks to Andy for his unwavering support and willingness to chuck filthy gay story ideas about at the breakfast table. Without you lot this would never have happened!

  Chapter One

  Rory patted down his pockets in search of his keys. Nope, nowhere in the crotch area. He tried his backside, knowing it was futile as he’d have noticed them when he was riding his bike home from work. It was a good three miles back across Bath from the riverside warehouse he worked in, so definitely enough time for any arse discomfort to make itself known. Bugger, the keys weren’t there either. But at least his bum was still all pert and lovely. A man had to appreciate his own arse. It put up with all manner of crap and yet carried on looking peachy.

  Yeah, and he was really going to have to make the effort to go out and pull tonight. What was the world coming to? The only hands that had groped him in the last few days were his own.

  That was really sad.

  Tragic, in fact.

  Rory paused for a rare moment of introspection. It was longer than a few days though, wasn’t it? He hadn’t gone out all week. And last weekend had just been dinner and drinks with a few mates at Ben and Sylvie’s place, hence the extreme lack of groping. Since then he’d just been working his way through the box set of Breaking Bad, for the fifth time running.

  Was he starting to get old?

  Friends had warned him it would happen. That one day he’d be more interested in staying in with the telly rather than dragging his arse down to a club, but he wasn’t expecting it to kick in so soon. And he’d assumed he’d have some kind of regular boyfriend by then. You know, a warm body to cuddle up with and discuss whether or not that really was sizzling sexual tension between Walt and Jesse, or if he was just reading way too much into it.

  Yeah, twenty-seven was way too young to be acting like an old man.

  And where were his keys, anyway?

  Oh God, he was getting forgetful too. Was it possible to go senile in your twenties?

  No, wait, he’d always been excellent at losing things. Phew, not a new symptom. Good thing he’d got that straightened out.

  And he could most definitely get tarted up and out on the pull later, which would prove there was no way he was getting over the hill.

  Although he was nearly up to the episode when Gus got his comeuppance…

  But he could always watch it tomorrow. It wasn’t like Netflix was about to get rid of its most popular shows.

  Right, that was sorted.

  Rory gave his arse another absent-minded, celebratory squeeze.

  The sound of somebody clearing his throat startled him. Rory assumed a more respectable pose—I wasn’t groping my bum, honest—but when he saw it was just Nathan Wright, his weirdo neighbour from across the landing, he wished he hadn’t bothered. “Hey, Natey-boy. What’s up?”

  Nathan’s brow furrowed. Hard to tell in the bad lighting—the landlord still needed to replace the bulb on their floor—but Rory could have sworn there was a hint of a blush. The touch of colour suited the bloke, who was otherwise all washed out with his pale skin and blond hair. Looked like he wouldn’t know a sunbed from a sandwich toaster, which was a shame because once you got past the nerdy dress sense, he was kind of attractive.

  If you liked your men geeky, that was.

  “I, uh. I’ve got something I need to…” Nathan trailed off and gave him a desperate look, which, with his skinny face and big, bespectacled eyes, made him way cuter than he had any right to be.

  “Fire away, mate,” Rory muttered, while searching his jacket pockets. Ah, there were his keys! He pulled them out and found the one for his front door. Nathan followed his hand with his gaze and bit his lip.

  “You’re gay, right?” Nathan blurted out. “I mean, you must be. That equals sign tattoo on your neck. And the earrings. And the men you sometimes come home with late at night.”

  Seriously? “What are you getting at?”

  Nathan crossed his arms and glared. “Nothing. I mean, I wasn’t spying. Just, you know, I like to know who’s outside when I hear voices. In case it’s burglars or something, and I need to call the police.”

  “Wow, you’re a one-man Neighbourhood Watch squad,” Rory deadpanned.

  “But you are gay, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, fine. I’m a flaming homo. And I’m about to go into my flat and do outrageously queer things, possibly involving the contents of my salad drawer.” Not that any cucumbers lurked in there at the moment, but it sounded kinkier than using a plain old dildo.

  Nathan tsked. “There’s no need to get defensive. And have you got at least six inches?”

  “You what?” Surely he hadn’t heard that right. “Did you just ask how big my knob is?”

  Nathan stuck his chin out. “I need to know.”

  “Why does it matter to you?”

  “B-because I need to perform fellatio on someone with an above average sized penis in the next ten minutes.”

  “You what?” Rory rubbed at his ears in case they were playing tricks on him again, but he was pretty sure he’d caught that right. “You want to give me a blowjob? Why?”

  “Do you need a reason?” Nathan was tapping his foot, his embarr
assment seemingly given way to defiance. There was something about that pose and the way his eyes flashed that was kind of a turn-on, come to think of it. “And I need to know if you’re big enough. And you still have your foreskin. That’s of paramount importance.”

  Whoa, fetish alert! Rory cupped his groin. “You’ve got no worries there, mate.”

  “That’s all satisfactory, then. All relevant criteria met.” Nathan sounded relieved. Really, this was one of the strangest conversations Rory had ever had.

  Rory opened his front door. “Okay, come on in, then.”

  “No, it has to be my place. I need to get it on camera.” Nathan pulled his door wide open and took a step back. “That’s okay, isn’t it?”

  On camera? “Is this a dare or something? I mean, not that I mind, but I’d rather you weren’t doing it just to prove a point.” What was he saying? Rory’s knob reminded his brain, Hello, potential blowjob action? “Are you even gay?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Yes, it’s a dare, or yes, you’re gay?”

  “Yes, I’m gay. Look, do you want this blowjob or not? I’m pretty good at them.” Now that his initial nerves had passed, Nathan was showing a different side. An arrogant side. And strangely enough, Rory liked it.

  “Go on, then. And I’ll be the judge of how good you are.”

  Nathan huffed and disappeared into his flat, but he left the door open behind him.

  Rory locked his own door and followed.

  ***

  Rory had assumed Nathan’s flat would be the mirror image of his own, but instead the open doorway led into a dimly lit vestibule with two other doors, one half-open and revealing a shower room. Nathan was waiting for him, and once Rory had shut the outer door, he opened the other one.

  “Come on into the bedroom.”

  Rory had to shield his eyes. “Whoa, what’s with the crazy lighting? I thought bedrooms were meant to be relaxing.” Bright spotlights shone off the white surfaces of the walls, bed, and carpet. And off the kitchenette too. Shit, the poor bloke had to put up with a bedsit? That sucked, big time.

  Nathan was bent over a computer—also white—on a white desk. “I need sufficient lumens for the camera,” he muttered.

  “Oh. Where do you want me?” Rory perched on the end of the bed and started undoing his fly. “Is here good? Nathan?”

  “You can’t call me that.”

  “Why not? Hang on, does that mean you’re recording sound too?” For some reason Rory had been imagining a silent porno. Probably because the idea of hearing Mr Straitlaced Nerd-features having a porn-star style orgasm just didn’t compute.

  Nathan turned to face him, and as he moved towards him, Rory caught sight of the webcam.

  “Wait a minute, is this going on the internet?”

  “It’s for PrivateDick.co.uk.” Rory must have looked blank as Nathan elaborated. “It’s this gay cam model site, specialising in British lads. There are men all over the world who want to watch porn with intact foreskins, apparently. I’ve got this regular who really wants to see me fellate someone else. I’m guessing so he can imagine it’s him, hence the requirements for a larger than average appendage.”

  Nathan was a webcam model? Seriously? Rory took a closer look at him, but he still looked like a geeky, bespectacled, skinny lad, wearing pretty ordinary clothing. Jeans that were a tad too pale and baggy to ever be accused of being in style, and a black T-shirt bearing some gobbledegook that looked suspiciously like a mathematical equation. Nothing like the kind of blokes in the pornos Rory usually watched. “Wait a minute, so are we getting paid for this?”

  “We aren’t getting paid. I’m getting paid.” Now Nathan had crossed his arms again.

  “I think I should get something.” There was the latest iPhone he was saving up for, after all.

  “You’re getting a blowjob. That’s something.”

  “Fair point.” And maybe if the bloke had to live in a bedsit, he needed the cash more than Rory did. After all, he was bringing in pretty good money since he’d been promoted to shift manager. The work might be on the dull side, but the lads he worked with were great fun, and Rory was pretty sure the tea-break forklift races he’d instituted were doing wonders for morale.

  Rory checked out the studio room for any signs that Nathan was secretly rolling in dough. Aside from a small (empty) table beside the bed there was just the computer desk. Not even room for a sofa and telly, although to be fair, the monitor was big enough to function as a pretty sweet television. And the tiny kitchenette was fitted out with a bog-standard looking toaster and kettle, and that was it. Not even a microwave.

  Shit, this place made Rory’s place look like a palace, what with its decadently separate bedroom and kitchen.

  “Okay, so rules. It’s probably best you don’t say much, but if you do need to say anything to me, I’m called Einstein. ”

  “Einstein? Seriously?” Now Rory was going to laugh, but Nathan was glaring so he did his best to hold it in.

  “I’ll do all the interacting with the client. You just do what I ask. Or you know, what he asks. It all comes up in a chat box on the screen. We’ll stay close to the computer so we can read it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Oh, and make sure you don’t come in my mouth. He’s very specific. He wants you to come all over my face. Including the spectacles.”

  “You’re going to keep them on?” Rory’s knob started to stir. Well, who knew? He’d never considered glasses a kink of his before.

  “I’m keeping them on. Is any of that a problem?”

  Was it? Rory gave it some deliberation and decided there wasn’t anyone he’d be too embarrassed about seeing his knob online. Okay, maybe not his mother, but she was unlikely to be browsing gay cam sites. And besides, hadn’t Nathan said this was a private session?

  “Nah, I suppose not.”

  “Good, now come and stand over here. I’m going to turn the mic on and then I’m going to suck your cock.”

  Chapter Two

  Nathan took a deep breath, centring himself before switching on the camera. It was usually at this point he entered the zone and became Einstein, but for some reason he was finding it difficult to assume his alter ego’s persona. How peculiar. Must be the effect of having another person in the room.

  Nathan checked out Rory, under cover of checking the chatroom settings. He didn’t even have to turn around to do it, as Rory was there on the screen, looking all dark and handsome sprawled on the white bed. There was no denying his neighbour was an attractive man—if you liked the whole muscular, scruffy, and tattooed thing. He wasn’t sure if BigMan58 did—he’d probably prefer another skinny geek if he had the choice, but Rory was the best Nathan had been able to come up with on short notice.

  And actually, that was selling Rory short. Maybe Nathan did have a thing for scruffy hair and inked skin after all. Or maybe it was Rory’s grin that did it. It was the kind of lazy grin that seemed to be inviting you in on some secret joke. And then again, there were those eyes that flashed with mischief.

  Eyes that were flashing at him right now.

  Nathan tore his gaze away and cleared his throat. “So, he’s waiting for us to start. Are you ready for me to invite him in?”

  “I was born ready.”

  “Actually, you were born with very little physical coordination and driven purely by the need for milk and sleep.”

  “Yeah, that sounds about right for when I get in from the pub. Except you might want to swap the milk for a cuppa.”

  “You shouldn’t drink caffeine that late at night. It stops you sleeping. You’ll get stressed and ill.”

  “And yet here I am, perfectly healthy, rested, and raring to go.”

  Nathan clicked the link to make his connection to BigMan58 live.

  Hi Einstein. That’s a sexy smile, came the first message on the screen. Wd like to c more of those.

  Was he smiling? Oh yes. It was there on the screen, captured in all its toothy glory b
y his miniature yet top-of-the-range webcam.

  That was weird.

  Nathan didn’t normally smile all that much. Not since the whole Brett debacle, anyway. And certainly not on camera. Einstein wasn’t the grinning type, he’d decided.

  “Just happy to give you what you wanted,” he said, watching the mic levels jump up and down as he spoke.

  Well aren’t you a good boy!

  Nathan moved to one side so Rory was visible on the screen. “This is…” Why hadn’t they made up a name for Rory already? “Uh, this is my friend.”

  And what’s his name?

  “His name?” Nathan turned his back to the camera and silently mouthed “what do you want me to call you?”

  Rory’s grin spread even wider. “Heisenberg. That’s the name. Don’t wear it out.”

  Heisenberg? Okay, it was keeping with the physicist theme which was more than he’d expected from Rory, but it was far too much of a mouthful. Then again, he was going to have his mouth full of Rory’s flesh in a moment anyway, so he wasn’t likely to be doing much talking during this cam session.

  Arousal finally hit him, spreading slowly like warm syrup from his groin. Yes, he was about to blow Rory. And he was going to make it good. Not just for BigMan’s benefit, but for Rory’s too. He gave Rory a smile then, and there was another in return.

  Nathan turned away in case the mutual smile fest made him say something stupid and distracted himself by reading BigMan’s instructions. The man was annoyingly specific at times.

  “I need you over here,” Nathan said, pointing at the floor.

  “Whatever you say, Ein-stein.” The way Rory drew out his stage name sounded good. Almost like one of those affectionate nicknames Nathan had heard others using. No one had ever given him a nickname before. The boys at school had called him “Nerdo,” “the Swotster”, or any number of variations on that theme. Coming from them, Einstein would have felt like an insult, but from Rory it was really rather nice.