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| Entry tags: | author: vamphile, challenge #44: crack fic, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody |
Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin XXIX (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): Five to Justin Two to Brian
|Hustler!Justin | II | III | IV| V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X | XI | XII | XIII | XIV | XV | XVI | XVII | XVIII | XIX | XX | XXI | XXII | XXIII | XXIV | XXV | XXVI | XXVII | XXVIII | XXIX |
A/N There might be more later tonight, I've had a rough day.
Also: I've removed myself from the "most drabbles for the month" part of the challenge. I did this before I even started writing WIAH, because I was already committeed to writing at least a drabble a day.
Hustler Justin XXX
Whore In A Hoody
Justin leans his head on my shoulder. “Don’t you want to go out?”
“Do you?”
“No. I’m good here. I just thought you might want a change. You can’t be happy being stuck here with me every night.”
He’s right. I can’t, so why am I? I’m sure it’ll wear off once I’m sure he’s safe.
He kisses my jaw. “I’m safe and I’m in for the night with no clients booked for tomorrow. Go have some fun. I’ll see you on Monday.”
I nod absently but when I stand up, I’m pulling him with me. “Let’s go to bed.”
~~~326~~~
He’s moving me towards the bedroom. I didn’t expect that. As he pushes my shirt off my shoulders I move to retrieve it, but he shakes his head, pulling me by the waistband of my jeans. “Leave it there.”
He pulls off his own shirt and my hands are working at his belt. I pull it out of the belt loops and toss it on the bed. He picks it up and tosses it out the door. Something in my stomach relaxes. I forget sometimes that this room doesn’t have to be about pain. I forget everything when we’re naked.
~~~327~~~
Once I realized what he was doing with the belt I got angry. I bit back the rage and tossed it. His expression made some of the anger dissipate but not all of it. He shouldn’t be so grateful for small gestures. I pull him on top of me when we’re naked. I love watching him get lost in pleasure, as if he’s discovering it for the first time. Maybe he really is. He presses his body against mine and our cocks, both wet and hard, slide against each other. He reaches for the lube and I watch his face.
~~~328~~~
One of the things I love about doing this with him is that he’s always watching me. It should feel creepy but the way his eyes follow my every move, the way he makes sure that our bodies never fully lose contact, it keeps us connected. It reminds me it’s him and not a client. He’s careful with me but doesn’t make me feel broken.
He’s the only one to ever fuck me and make me feel like a man.
And I do know I shouldn’t get too used to it. I still have a few good little-boy year’s left.
~~~329~~~
He’s thinking about something. I wish I could read his mind. Then when I think about some of the things he’s told me, I’m kind of glad that I can’t. I usually love it when a trick gets lost in his own world, but he doesn’t do that. He goes blank, hides in his own head. There’s a difference and I don’t want that to happen. “Justin.”
He looks at me and I smile, reaching up to brush the hair off his face. “Hi.”
He kisses me. “Hi.”
“Don’t disappear.”
He nods. He knows what I mean. I kiss him.
~~~330~~~
He rolls us over so that he’s on top of me and I wait to feel the panic that usually rises when I feel trapped. It’s not there.
I assume that eventually I’ll have to squeeze my eyes shut and hide but his movements are carefully planned to make sure that I’m never uncomfortable. He touches a tender spot; a barely discernable bite mark and I guess I flinch. He kisses it gently and then kisses my belly and my thighs. When his wet finger slides inside me I bite my lip, remaining silent. “Justin, I want to hear you.”
~~~331~~~ Justin's POV
He presses inside me. I cross my ankles behind his back and let his tongue plunder my mouth. The feeling is delicious. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this, not even with Isaac. He’s moving inside me, finding my prostate and making sure he hits it often enough to keep me gasping but sporadically enough to keep me from coming. I move with him, angling towards those perfect long strokes that make me groan. He speeds up and we come together. For the first time my body and mind are in complete agreement. Neither wants to let him go.
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