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author: vamphile, challenge #44: crack fic, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody

Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin XXXIV (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): 7 To Justin 5 To Brian

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Hustler Justin XXXIV
Whore In A Hoody

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I push back the fear. I want that moment. The one that I first discovered with Isaac, before he started training me. The one I’d almost forgotten about until Brian. His hand pulls at my cock while I ride him and I can feel it approaching, complete abandon, one that will have no consequences. I raise myself up and slam down hard. He grunts and pushes into me, hitting just the right spot. I rock back and forth. My eyes closed, my mouth open and when it courses through my body I let myself groan loudly, then I fall forward.


~~~363~~~
His sweaty body is pressed against mine. I’m still inside him. He moves, sliding himself over my cock, kissing my shoulder, my jaw, whatever he can reach. I wrap my arms around his waist as I come. He smiles at me then he gets quiet and I assume he’s sleeping but then I feel the tears against my chest.

“Hey.”

“Brian?”

“Hmmm?”

“Is it always like this? I mean for most people. Is this what sex means?”

“Well, most people aren’t gay men. So no.”

“Is this what it’s always like for you?”

I’m not sure how to answer that.


~~~364~~~
He’s silent. I see him roll his lip into his mouth, which means he’s not sure what to say, not that he doesn’t want to say it. “Brian?”

“It’s not usually like this.”

“Is it usually better?” I’m tracing my finger around his nipple, watching the way the skin puckers. He shakes his head.

“No. It’s usually less personal.”

“I mean for you. I know it’s not personal with me.”

“I mean for me. I’ve usually forgotten about who I’m fucking as soon as I get off, sometimes before that.”

“So this isn’t normal?”

“Justin, nothing about you is normal.”


~~~365~~~
I push him off of me. “I should go home.”

He nods. I can tell he’s hurt but he won’t say anything. He’s standing next to me. I kiss his forehead and then his nose. “I’ll see you Monday.”

“I have a client.”

“I know. I’ll come by after that.”

“He’s booked 'til eleven.”

“Justin…” I’m buttoning my shirt.

“Monday.”

“I kiss him again as I’m pulling on my coat. “Call me if you need anything.”

He nods and I hear him lock the door behind me. I know his reality is melting away, the problem is, so is mine.


~~~366~~~
He always ends up leaving me with more questions than answers. I’m not tired so I lock myself in my own room and turn on the computer. I have the list Don gave me of sites to visit. I start with the first one on the list but it’s full of pictures of men with clients. I already know what that looks like. I move on to the next site and start reading about things from the sub’s POV. I wonder how much someone gets paid to write this stuff. It’s all such bullshit. No one actually likes getting hurt.


~~~367~~~
Once back at the loft I shower and then find myself pacing. It’s after eleven. I change my shirt and go to Babylon. Michael’s dancing with someone I’ve never seen. Ted is holding up the bar and Emmett seems to be dancing alone, or with three other men, I can’t quite tell. I order a drink and stand near but not with Ted. Michael sees me and pulls his dance partner over. “Brian this is David. David, Brian.” We exchange pleasantries and I walk away, dragging a hot guy with me. Justin’s only different because it had been a while.


~~~368~~~
I’m engrossed in what I’m reading. Even if I don’t believe half of it, the other half is still interesting. A few of the sites Don told me to check out weren’t about BDSM at all and I ignored them at first but when I went back to one a few things caught my eye. Now, just because Isaac did some of these things doesn’t mean he abducted me. I went voluntarily. He didn’t seduce me. I seduced him. That’s when I realize that Brian’s right. I need to write this all down, because people are making some false assumptions.


~~~369~~~
He’s got a talented tongue. I put my hands against the wall because his hair has way too much product in it. He’s sucking me hard and I lean my head back, enjoying the sensation but I realize I’m nowhere close to coming. I close my eyes and images of Justin flash. I curse and when I do this guy pushes it into overdrive. I finally come and it’s a relief when he gets up and leaves. I don’t give a fuck about him, and I’m going to ignore the fact that Justin, the trained professional, does it much better.


~~~370~~~
I yawn and realize it’s after two. I crawl into bed and as soon as I close my eyes my phone rings. “Brian?”

“Hey.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I called to see if you were okay.”

I laugh, I can’t help it. “I haven’t left my apartment. I haven’t left my room. I’m fine.”

“Right. You should go to sleep.”

“What are you on?”

“Just some stuff. Are you going to sleep?”

“Only if you are. You’re still healing.”

“Shhhh, that’s a big secret.”

“You’re a dork.”

“That’s a big secret too.”

“Goodnight Brian.”

“G’night sunshine.”

I hang up and smile.


~~~371~~~
He sounded almost happy, but hell, so do I. Of course I’m so altered at the moment I probably am happy, just too drunk to tell. I wonder if he’s altered too. I consider calling him back to ask but then I remember that he’s supposed to be sleeping. As I consider that I’m also supposed to be sleeping I wonder if I should call peter and make him an appointment. He’ll probably go if I tell him he has to. I must pass out because the next thing I know it’s eleven thirty and someone’s banging on my door.


~~~372~~~
I panic when I realize it’s after one but then I remember there’s no one to punish me. I pull the covers back over my head. I shower at around three. When I’m done I check myself in the full-length mirror. There’s still a fading bite mark otherwise I don’t think my skin’s been this unmarked before. I pull on Brian’s sweatpants and his shirt. I should probably give them back but they’re really comfortable. When I pull my laptop to me I start to type. It’s slow at first but the story just seems to pour out of me.


~~~373~~~
I answer the door and Lindsay hands Gus to me. “You were supposed to be there at eleven. She looks around and seems satisfied that there are no strangers in the loft. “You promised to watch him, remember?” I nod, carrying Gus with me as I sit down on the chair.

“Sorry, It’s been a rough week.”

“He’s a little fussy, so give him a bottle whenever he’ll take it. Don’t put bourbon in it just to quiet him down and tell him mommy misses him.”

I roll my eyes and she kisses my cheek. “I’ll be back by midnight.

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