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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 XXXIX(Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): None


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Hustler Justin XXXIX
Whore In A Hoody

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I hear him banging and yelling and I cover my ears. When I do the reality starts swirling and settling, so I curl up in my chair and let the sounds of his panic become white noise to cover my own rising sense of the same. When I close my eyes images flash. They’re skewed, they can’t be right. Isaac never looked happy or turned on when we practiced…did he? I hear a noise and realize it’s me. I’m keening. Isaac would tell me to stop. I try but I can’t. He’s not here to stop me. I get louder.


~~~403~~~
The same high-pitched sound I heard in the background when Charlie called. I yell to Justin. He doesn’t respond. Is he hurting himself? I push at the door and it doesn’t budge. He had the doorjamb reinforced with metal. Expensive locks don’t mean shit if you can splinter the cheap wood. I throw my shoulder against it again and the sound gets louder. “Justin!” I move back and get the bar stool. It dents the cheap hollow core door. I do it again and the wood splinters. Charlie takes the other one and helps. I have to get to him.

~~~404~~~
Something comes through the middle of the door. I open the window, my need to escape is overwhelming everything else. The window doesn’t open all the way. I start to crawl out. A loud bang startles me and then Brian’s pulling at my leg.

“Justin. No!”

I kick at him, and he lets go but then there are arms around my waist, pulling me back in. Charlie is standing in front of the window. His large frame blocking my escape. Brian is trying to keep his hold on me. I squirm out of his grasp and unlock the decimated door.


~~~405~~~
I crawled through the splintered opening. He’s unlocking it but I’ll be damned if I let him go. He keeps trying while I hold him. Unlocking it myself, trying to get him out of here. I don’t know what I’m going to do after that. Is there anywhere he’ll be safe?

I open the door and he tries to bolt. I hold him firmly, which isn’t easy; he’s doing everything he can to make me let go. I pull him close. “Justin. Stop.” He’s kicking and flailing his arms. I move us towards the sofa. Keeping him pressed to me.


~~~406~~~
I keep trying to escape but I feel my energy waning. Eventually I stop. Sweaty and breathing hard. He doesn’t let go. “Brian.” I feel him shake his head. He’s out of breath too. “I’m not letting you go.”

“I’m okay now.”

“Bullshit.”

“I just want to lie down.”

He moves us so that we’re both lying down, trapping me between the back of the sofa and his chest. “I…”

He shakes his head and strokes the hair out of my face gently. “I’m not letting go.”

“Please.”

“I’m not letting go.”

He tightens his hold to emphasize his point.


~~~407~~~
I hear Charlie moving around. I guess he’s cleaning up. I hold Justin’s gaze until he closes his eyes. His body is tense. He’s not asleep; he’s just avoiding looking at me. “Justin.”

He shakes his head. “It hurts.”

“Where?”

He moves his arm between us and presses at his chest. “Here.”

I ache for him. I kiss his forehead. I’m afraid to say anything, afraid of what he’ll do to himself. Where he’ll go. Somehow, I don’t think tying him the bed, no matter how suited it is for such activities, is going to help. I kiss him again.


~~~408~~~
I need to get out of here. I try to relax, give him a sense that I’m okay, that I’ve conceded. He kisses me and I try to kiss him back. Distraction might work. I move my hand away from my chest and slide it under the waistband of his pants. He presses me close and pulls my hand away. “What are you doing?”

“All this excess energy, I just want to…”

He shakes his head. He’s not buying it. Fuck.

“I’m okay now.”

He doesn’t believe me.

“I just got thrown.”

“Justin.”

Shit, I’m crying again. That doesn’t help.


~~~409~~~
He’s crying. I prefer that. I’d rather he was honest than trying to buy his way out of my arms, and the truth, with sex. Right now fucking him is the last thing I can think about. All I want is for him to be safe and he’s not. Not from himself, and how do you keep someone safe from a threat you can’t remove? I hear someone clear their throat and turn my head. It’s Peter. “Hi.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Emergency?”

I nod and Justin takes the opportunity to escape. I grab him before he can go anywhere.


~~~410~~~
The man standing over us looks older because of his gray hair but he’s not that old. I smile up at him. “He won’t let me go. Convince him I’m okay, please.”

He shakes his head. “Why don’t you convince me that you’re okay.”

I try to sit up, Brian resists. Charlie says something and Brian nods. Peter pulls a chair close. We both sit up. Brian doesn’t let go of my hand. I smile sweetly at Peter and look up at him from under my lashes. “I freaked out a little, but Brian overreacted. He does that sometimes.”


~~~411~~~
Peter smiles back at him and I’m about to scream. Is he buying this bullshit? He puts a hand on Justin’s knee and Justin can’t help it. He pulls back, instinctively. Curling up and pressing himself closer to me. “Something scared you.”

I relax and stroke Justin’s back. We’re nowhere near okay but at least Peter sees that too. Justin is clutching my shirt and the confident flirt of ten seconds ago is completely gone. “I wasn’t scared.”

“What were you?”

“I was just… yeah, I was scared.”

He’s lying again. I raise an eyebrow. Peter shakes me off. “Justin…”


~~~412~~~
His voice is even, but not in the same way that Isaac’s was. He’s not trying to… I press my face into Brian’s chest. I can’t think about Isaac. “Justin. What were you thinking about when you started to get upset?”

“I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about anything.”

I don’t look at him. I’m sure he’ll have that same alien expression Brian gets. “But you were thinking about something.”

I can only imagine what Brian wants to do to me. He let me see clients; he trusted me, and I fucked it up. I shake my head. “I wasn’t.”

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