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| Entry tags: | author: vamphile, challenge #42: author's choice, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody |
Challenge #42: Author's Choice
Title: Hustler!Justin XIV (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 6 to Justin 3 to Brian
|Hustler!Justin | II | III | IV| V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII |
Hustler Justin XIV
Whore In A Hoody
“You come here often?”
I can’t help it, I laugh. “Isn’t it a little late to be using a pick-up line?”
He chuckles. It’s a nice sound. “Sunshine?”
I shrug. “She’s like that.”
Brian nods. “She always has been.” He tells me how he knows her. I can’t help wondering what would have happened if I’d met Michael and Debbie when I was fourteen instead of Isaac.
He touches my hand. I flinch. I don’t mean to. I guess I was lost in thought. He gets that blank look. I start to say something but Debbie interrupts, taking our orders.
~~~141~~~
He never looks at the menu, but seems to know what he wants. I order and Deb stares at us. She looks thoughtful and then walks away. We’re left with an awkward silence as he shifts in his booth. “You okay?”
“Yeah. Aspirin’s wearing off I guess.”
“Fever back?”
He shrugs. Of course he doesn’t know. I reach over to touch his forehead. I can feel Debbie watching us. He’s not burning up anymore though.
She refills Justin’s coffee. I want to say something about coffee this late at night but really, it’s the most innocuous bad habit he has.
~~~142~~~
I eat quickly. When I finish he pushes his plate in front of me. I eat his sandwich too. Debbie gives us two checks. I have a feeling she’s watching to see what Brian does. Brian doesn’t even blink. He picks them both up and drops the money on the table as we leave. Debbie grabs his arm. I move away but he holds on to my wrist. She says something about not needing to prove anything and being too old for stupid bullshit. He shrugs kissing my temple. “I’m just recapturing my lost youth.”
She snorts and we leave.
~~~143~~~
When I get a chance, I may have to ask Debbie what she knows about her little “Sunshine.” It’s not that I don’t believe what he’s telling me, it’s that I don’t know how honest he is with himself. He can’t even fucking tell when he has a fever. My fingers have moved off of his wrist and as we walk back towards the loft I hold his hand. I do it primarily to keep him from taking off… although I’ve got his money… he won’t leave without that. He seems content to walk beside me. It’s kind of nice.
~~~144~~~
I’m starting to feel really sore. It’s always worse the next day. I try to keep up with his long strides. He’s holding my hand. I guess he’s afraid I’ll take off. I won’t. He’s paid 'til morning. I made a commitment; I plan to stand by it. I just push past the sore muscles and dull ache of my jeans abrading my already sore skin and match my pace to his. We stop. He’s holding my head staring into my eyes. I try to turn my head but with a hand on either side of my face, I can’t.
~~~145~~~
He’s in pain. Why am I not surprised he didn’t bother to tell me. He’s doing that thing, where he’s barely here. We’re two blocks from the loft. “Can you make it?”
He looks confused. “To the loft. Can you make it?”
He nods and I move closer, letting him lean on me. Upstairs I hand him two aspirin and a beer. He drains the beer and pulls off his jeans. His legs are red and one of the cuts is open again. “Empty your pockets.”
“Fuck off”
“Justin, I don’t care what’s in them. They’re filthy, so are you.”
~~~146~~~
I move the contents of my pockets… pretty much everything I own, to my hoody but he hands me some kind of leather makeup case. We’re washing the hoody too. I look at him and smirk and he shakes his head. “The stupid thing came free with my anti-aging cream. Just put your shit in it. He hands me clean sweatpants and another shirt. The material is soft. He takes my sneakers and socks and throws them all in the washer. It’s after midnight. I’m glad I’m not standing out there tonight. It was cold enough just walking back here.
~~~147~~~
He’s wearing sweatpants, wool socks, a t-shirt and a sweater and he’s still shivering. I have a million questions I want to ask him and it’s after midnight. He’ll try to leave in the morning. My computer notifies me of an email. It’s from a guy on the west coast who owns three buildings in the city. He says he’s got a couple of available units. If I tell him, he’ll set up shop. If I don’t… he’ll set up shop and I won’t know where… or he’ll just disappear, like so many rent boys. I print out the lease.
~~~148~~~
This man is fucking amazing. He’s handing me a lease, and a floor plan. The building is nice. I had a client there once, before Isaac got the two bedroom, then they mostly came to me. The layout will work. The bedrooms are separated. Clients won’t have to come near my room. The rent isn’t bad. I’ll only need to have three nights a week booked, maybe four to cover my expenses. I sign the lease. “The doorman will have keys for us tomorrow.” I smile and lean my head against the side of the sofa. Everything will be okay.
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