It was hard to get it all off his mind. Yuri had even tried to recreate that feeling the next night when he was at home, but he could not get to the intensity it was when he was with Georgi. He had told Mila he was taking another night off and he was turning off his phone, so don't even think about calling over to him.

Laying back on his bed, Yuri tried to relive the moment, the feelings, everything . He could not get back to that moment, that moment of want, need, desperation . Frustrated, Yuri sat up on bed and just jerked off, wishing now he had not taken the night off, at least he could have fucked his orgasm out.

What the hell was it about that night? The not being able to see Georgi, but clearly hear his voice? The commanding, yet gentle tone of Georgi's voice, telling him what to do? Wanting to get off but being told he had to wait?

Frustrated, Yuri could not get that moment back. Even as he went to other appointments, he knew he was a good actor, he knew his clients had fun- but Yuri felt nothing. All he wanted was a moment with Georgi, even if Georgi never touched him, he wanted him to talk him through it.

There was something mysterious about how he had sat off in the shadows, not being seen, but only heard. It set Yuri's senses on high alert, ready and wanting.

Two long weeks had gone by and Yuri had all but given up on his mystery man.

"You were requested again," MIla said through the phone.

"I'm always requested," Yuri grumbled.

"But you want this one," Mila giggled out.

Yuri sat up, had Georgi finally called for him? Yuri did not want to seem desperate as he waited for Mila to explain so he waited patiently.

"Well are you going to tell me who?" Yuri finally growled into the phone.

"Oh kitten, I think you already know," Mila laughed into the phone.

Yuri groaned, "Stop playing games with me!"

Mila giggled again, "Georgi called."

Yuri gasped, finally! "Oh?" Yuri tried to keep his voice still and not to show his excitement.

"He wanted to know if you could meet him for dinner and the ballet tonight?" Mila asked.

That was not what Yuri had exactly wanted, but he would take whatever he could get really.

"Dress in your tux," Mila said before hanging up.

Yuri rolled his eyes, he knew for the ballet you had to dress up. Would not be the first time a client has taken him out. Making sure he put on his favorite tux, suspenders in place, bowtie perfect and his shoes shined, he waited for the car to arrive.

Yuri was impressed when he got to the restaurant. He had been wined and dined plenty of times, but the place Georgi got them was one he had never been too (apparently it was a month long waiting list).

Being led to the back of the room, there was a quiet corner near where the piano was being played. Yuri saw him, Georgi was seated back, looking comfortable, a slight shadow kissing along his face. Yuri's breath caught, Georgi was always in a corner watching him.

"Hello," Yuri said as he took his seat across from Georgi.

"I ordered a red," Georgi said as the waiter filled Yuri's glass.

"Perfect," Yuri said as he sniffed the wine then took a small sip. He had learned over the years not to take big gulps, his more expensive clients expected a gentleman.

"That tux fits you nicely," Georgi said.

Yuri smiled, knowing his lip gloss would reflect perfectly with the candle light.

"You look very handsome," Yuri said, which he meant. He knew his suit was tailored to fit his body perfectly, to accent his small waist and show the long leanness of his body, Georgi's was set in a dark gray, working well with his skin tone, and his blue eyes popping in contrast.

Yuri knew how to play his clients- let them order for you, let them start the conversation, be interested regardless.

Georgi was none of that. He wanted to hear about Yuri, know how he grew up, what his interest where. Yuri had scripted replies for everything. Halfway through the meal, Georgi set his fork down and looked Yuri dead in the eye.

"I want real answers from you," he said.

Yuri cocked his head to the side, "I am giving real answers."

"You are answered too rehearsed. I want the real answers or this night is over," Georgi said.

Yuri swallowed and looked up at Georgi, he knew he was blushing and he should have known better. Georgi saw through all his bullshit immediately. No one ever wanted to know Yuri- they only wanted the illusion he created for them, the fake him.

Yuri was scared as he started to go into his real life , the ins and out of being a call boy. His upbringing, how Mila and him grew up together and this was all a joke, but how it worked for them both.

Yuri did not realize he had talked so much, by the time dessert came, he saw Georgi smiling at him.

"Sorry… I've been rambling all dinner," Yuri said as he polished off his food. That was another thing he never did, finish all his food. Usually he went home hungry and got take out, but with Georgi, it was different- he grabbed an extra roll, cleaned his plate off, and even had a third glass of wine.

"I love hearing about your life," Georgi said as he stood and held his arm out to Yuri to take.

"Don't we need to pay?" Yuri asked.

"You let me worry about it all. They know they will get their money," Georgi said as they walked out the restaurant. Georgi held his coat for him and even straighten his scarf for him. Yuri had to smile at how gentle his was. After he had his coat in place, Yuri noticed the soft leather gloves on his hands as Georgi held his arm out again.

"It is only a couple blocks, care to walk?" Georgi asked.

"Sounds perfect," Yuri said as he looped his arm with Georgi's and they headed out into the cold.

"How many clients take you to the ballet?" Georgi asked.

Yuri shrugged, "A few have. Not many… they are more interested in…"

Georgi nodded, and they stopped walking. A gloved finger tipped Yuri's chin to look into those blue eyes.

"I am interested in the person," Georgi said.

"Well, don't get too attached, the person behind this mask in a complete asshole," Yuri said.

"Perfect," Georgi said as he looped his arm into Yuri's again and they approached the theater.

Georgi had gotten them a private balcony to sit in. They had gotten champagne and Georgi passed him over a set of glasses to see the stage. Yuri had been to plenty of ballets, but never in a private booth. It was very closed off and Yuri settled in. Georgi leaned back, crossed his ankle at his leg while placing his arm around Yuri's shoulder.

"Listen to the tenor in this, he will pull the emotions out of you," Georgi whispered in his ear.

"I thought this was a ballet?" Yuri asked.

Georgi laughed, "Just watch, the orchestra is amazing, and they have the best opera singers as well."

Yuri noticed that Georgi would freely touch him, with his gloves on, but always pushed Yuri's hands away. Even as the music started and the lights dimmed, a gloved hand graced over Yuri's shoulder, the thumb just barely rubbing back and forth. Even at a point, the gloved thumb ran across his jaw and down the side of his neck.

Yuri was hyper aware of everything. He sat comfortably in the overly large chairs they had, gently leaned on Georgi as that hand under the black leather glove grew braver and braver. It wasn't till intermission that Yuri had finally breathed again, Georgi had removed his arm from his shoulder and offered for them to go walk.

"You've drank a lot," Georgi said as he pushed Yuri towards the bathroom.

All Yuri could do was nod as he entered. It was private with a stall and urinal, Georgi had followed him in. Shifting his feet, he watched as Georgi removed his gloves then went to wash his hands.

"Intermission is not long, go if you must," Georgi said as he looked through the mirror at Yuri, "Don't get shy now."

Yuri nodded and went over to the urinal, this he was not use too. Sure he had pissed in public bathrooms before, like in a club setting, but normally guys weren't scamming him as he pissed- they waited till he was done. Taking a deep breath, Yuri grabbed his dick and stood as close as he could, willing his body to just piss.

Closing his eyes, he tried not to think of the blue eyes watching him through the mirror, but he knew Georgi was not taking his eyes off of him. Willing his body to go, Yuri stared at the wall and just hoped it would hurry up. Shaking his dick and tucking it back into his pants, he made sure his shirt and vest were properly in place and went to wash his hands. Georgi never taking his eyes of off him with every move he made, it made Yuri self conscious over everything he did, even washing his damn hands.

As they walked out, Georgi got them more champagne then led him back to their private balcony. As the lights went low, that thick arm wrapped his shoulder again.

"No one can see up here," Georgi whispered into his hair.

"Oh?" Yuri said.

As the tenor started to sing, Yuri gasped and turned his head to the stage. It was so clear, so beautiful. He was so lost in the music and the ballet as it all bloomed in front of him on the stage, it took him a moment to notice a gloved hand on his thigh, moving higher and higher up. As those leathered fingers undid the button on his pants, Yuri gasped and looked at Georgi.

"Pay attention, the tenor in this is amazing," Georgi whispered in his ear.

Yuri gasped as the gloved hand pulled out his half hard cock. The leather so soft around his shaft, he had to close his eyes and moan softly.

"Open your eyes, watch the show," Georgi said.

Yuri was not sure which show Georgi was talking about, the love story on stage, or the hand on his fucking cock. Breathing became hard as Yuri used his glasses to look at the stage, and not stare down at the black leather surrounding his now fully hard cock.

Georgi's grip was firm, yet light as he stroked him in perfect sync to the orchestra. The collar of Yuri's shirt never seemed so tight the more Georgi stroked him.

"Let the music wash over you," Georgi said, "Listen to its story, watch the dancers."

Yuri kept those glasses firmly planted against his eyes, watching as the tenor stood there, his arms spread as hit a powerful note. Whenever the orchestra got stronger, so was Georgi's grip.

"Not yet," Georgi whispered into his hair, the warmth of his breath so close, Yuri moaned softly.

"Please," Yuri whispered as his body arched to Georgi's hand.

Georgi never stopped his steady stroking of his cock, when Yuri did glimpse down, he saw how his cock was leaking all over those black gloves.

"Your gloves…" Yuri breathed out.

"Don't worry about that, listen to the story being told, the solo is about to come up with the dancer."

Yuri had no idea what the fuck the story was being told, he did not care. The orchestra ringing around him as the tenor continued to sing- the crescendo only getting louder. A sharp note rang out and the grip on his cock tightened. Yuri arched his body, feeling as he was getting closer and closer as the song drew to an end.

"That is it, can you feel the heartbreak in the song?" Georgi whispered. "See the pain in the dance?"

Yuri could only nod, he had no idea what the man was saying, but as he listened, the heartbreak did come clearly through and the dancers were beautiful.

"Let the music pulse through your body, feel it, want it," Georgi whispered as his champagne breath tickled Yuri's neck.

Glancing over, there was a shadow, once against covering Georgi's face. Yuri wanted to look into those blue eyes as the leather worked up and down his cock, pumping him, stroking him, gently caressing at his balls. Yuri wanted to see Georgi. Their breath was mingled, Georgi was so close to him in the dark balcony, and as their foreheads touched, Yuri gasped while the hand twisted, moving up and down.

The ballet was forgotten, the song was lost, Yuri only breathed in the air that was warmly being puffed on his face from Georgi, the only skin touching was their foreheads as Yuri's eyes closed and his mouth partly opened.

"Feel it," Georgi breathed out, twisting his hand again over his cock, causing Yuri to moan.

The orchestra grew deafening loud, a whisper of a kiss on his lips, and Yuri was releasing all over those leather gloves. Even as he came all over Georgi's hand, those gloved fingers continued to stroke him up and down, milking out everything in him.

Yuri wanted more, he wanted to plunge his tongue into Georgi's mouth and taste him, but that contact was soon over as Georgi sat back, gathering a handkerchief from his top pocket and cleaning off his glove.

Yuri sat back, breathing heavy while his soft dick laid out of his pants. His hands gripped the armrest of the chair, the staff of the glasses pressed to his skin in one hand. A chuckle in his ear as Georgi tucked back his hair and whispered to him.

"The show is almost over, you might want to adjust yourself."

"Oh right," Yuri mumbled as he adjusted his pants, tucking himself back in.

It was only a few more moments before the lights came back on and Yuri saw Georgi smiling at him.

"Your clothes are crooked," Georgi chuckled as they stood up.

Gloved hands fixing his shirt and vest. Yuri just stood there and allowed Georgi to fuss over him, making it all presentable again. He could not help but stare at the gloves that had been on him just a few short moments earlier.

As the walked out, Yuri saw his car waiting, and Georgi's. An envelope passed to his hand and Georgi kissed his cheek.

"We will do this again, soon," Georgi said as he opened the car door for Yuri.

Yuri could only nod as he ducked into his car. He could only hope Georgi wouldn't take two weeks to contact him again.