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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 XLVI (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): One to Justin
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Hustler Justin XLVI
Whore In A Hoody
I work on the new Remson campaign until three. I’ve smoked two packs of cigarettes, finished my last bottle of beam and still can’t sleep. His fucking father. I want to hunt the man down. I want to ask Peter why the fuck he had to tell Justin about it. I want to talk to Justin. He promised he wouldn’t do anything, hurt himself, kill himself… and he can’t, because he’s locked in a padded cell. Alone, and locked up, that can’t help him emotionally. I can’t help him emotionally. Visiting hours aren’t until five. I’ll be there. I promised.
~~~508~~~
I’m led down the hall by my elbow. Great, I’m on a 1:1 within arm’s reach. A week ago I didn’t know what that meant. I guess this is at least a learning experience. I wish I could have a little privacy but they don’t trust me. So I shower with the curtain open and put on clean clothes. No shoes, they think I’ll go AWOL. I eat because if I don’t, they’ll say I’m non compliant and they won’t let me see Brian, that’s assuming of course that he does come. They take me to see Peter at noon.
~~~509~~~
Peter's at the loft at quarter to five. “What’s wrong? Did he…”
Peter shakes his head. “I’m here to make sure you’re going.”
“I’m on my way now. Why? Is he worse?”
“Brian. He’s waiting for you. All he does is kill time until you’re there.”
“That can’t be healthy.”
“It isn’t but would you rather he kill something else?”
My stomach lurches, I light another cigarette and get in my car, ignoring the sick sense of dread. I’m going to see him and prove to myself that he’s not planning any more escape attempts, from Southwood or from life.
~~~510~~~
Brian comes at 4:59. He hugs me and I just let him, inhaling his warm scent, burying myself in his chest. He kisses the top of my head. One of the nurses makes a disapproving face. I don’t care. I missed him and she can’t tell me not to touch him.
“I brought food.”
“I’m not hungry.”
He nods and leads me to one of the “visiting” rooms. There’s a sofa, a chair and table, it’s the same place Peter talks to me, Brian pushed a Styrofoam container at me and hands me a fork. “Eat.” I pick it apart.
~~~511~~~
“Justin, do you want to get out of here?”
His eyes light up.
“Eat something.”
He takes a small bite.
“Mountain dew, Shhhh, I told them it was sprite.”
He drinks it greedily. They shouldn’t make anyone go cold turkey from caffeine.
“You need anything?”
He shakes his head.
“You’ve almost stopped talking completely?”
He seems to think about it and then nods.
“Why?”
He finishes his soda. I hold mine up. “It’s yours if you eat.”
He takes another bite. I move to the sofa, he eats while leaning against my chest. My arm around his waist. He sighs.
~~~512~~~
Brian’s doesn’t cause panic when he touches me. I lean against his chest. His leg stretched on the sofa, the other on the floor. “Thank you.”
“I figured the food sucked.”
“Not just for that.”
“You’re talking.”
“No one here knows what to do with me. They don’t listen.”
His arm gets tighter. “Just let them keep you safe. You won’t get better overnight.”
I put my food down. I can’t even look at it. He hands me his soda. I’m not sure I can get better at all. If say that Brian will give up, so I say nothing.
~~~513~~~
He doesn’t say anything. “You still here?”
He nods and settles against my chest. “They won’t give me any privacy.”
“Can’t jerk off, huh?”
“They watch me in the shower.”
“What?”
“They think I’m gonna…”
I move so I can see his face. “Do they…”
He shakes his head. “I wish. But no, they don’t want to fuck me. They just don’t trust me.”
“Can’t really blame them.”
“You don’t trust me.”
He’s right. “Prove me wrong.”
“You hate being wrong.”
“I’d be pretty happy to be wrong about this.”
“What do I get when I prove you wrong?”
“Out.”
~~~514~~~
One of the clipboards barges in just as I’m about to kiss Brian. “Hey, I’ve been looking for you.”
I don’t say anything.
“You’re not supposed to be out of arm’s reach. I could get in trouble.”
Like I give a fuck. “I’m with Brian, see, arm’s reach.” Brian’s arm is around my shoulder, my head’s on his chest. “Closer even.”
He stands in the corner of the room. “I won’t say a word but I have to be here.”
I sigh. “I guess I can’t blow you today.”
Brian doesn’t laugh. “Jokes like that will get me thrown out.”
~~~515~~~
He has no sense of propriety. I usually find someone like that amusing, hell, I am someone like that, but not when his life is on the line, his freedom, and my ability to see him. I push him away and pull a deck of cards out of my jacket pocket. I want to push the clipboard guy out of the room myself but he’s doing his job. He’s not hurting Justin. I might be. I deal the cards. He just stares at them.
“Do you know how to play?”
He shakes his head. Fucking great, we’re back to silence.
~~~516~~~
Brian’s pretty patient with me. In a half hour he’s explained the basic rules of poker. He tells me about having a poker face and I roll my eyes. He can’t hide a damn thing he’s feeling from me. I’m really good at faking it. I win more hands than I lose, but we’re not playing for money, so it doesn’t matter. He keeps his leg stretched out and I put my foot on his thigh while we play, ignoring the clipboard’s constant eyes on me, just touching Brian. I’d be willing to just sit like this. Fuck the game.
~~~517~~~
He smiles a few times. He laughs once or twice. He works his foot onto my leg. My hand strays there to give him an occasional reassuring squeeze. He’s got a good poker face but I could have guessed that. When it’s time for me to leave he’s clearly not happy. I hug him. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“But late, you have a meeting with the contractor for the new building tomorrow morning and Telson at four.”
“I’ll be here though. I promise.”
He nods.
“You’ll be here?” I lift his chin.
“I promise.”
I kiss his forehead, and leave.
~~~518~~~
Peter tells me that I need to interact with the other patients. I don’t see why. They have no money, all but two of them are straight and what good does it do me to be friends with messed up kids?
He insists and I try but the only time I’m not miserable is when Brian is here. He’s working hard at getting his new business off the ground. I give him the names of some really high-end guys that I know, large corporate types. He refuses to take them; I write them down and slip them in his pocket.
~~~519~~~
I’m sleeping better. My days fall into a rhythm. I schmooze and cajole and try to represent KinnetiK, Justin's idea for a name, as though I’m not operating out of my loft, while I’m renovating the old baths on liberty to be my new offices. I do my best to be there to see Justin at five, but sometimes I’m not there 'til six. Then I go to Babylon and get wasted, get laid, and start over in the morning. I figure if I can keep up this pace for another few years, I might just make it. Maybe not.
~~~520~~~
Brian looks like shit. He’s tired, there are circles under his eyes and I think he’s lost weight. “Brian…”
He looks up at me from the monopoly board. Neither of us is paying attention to the game but until I’m off fifteen minute checks, it’s all we can do. “Are you… is the… are you okay?”
“I’m fabuloso senor.”
He’s lying. “You look like shit.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine.”
“Did you call those clients?”
“I’m not using your connections, Justin.”
“But they have money, they need your services. It’s a win-win.”
He glares at me.
~~~521~~~
“Is that what Isaac told you?”
He flinches; he can’t stand hearing Isaac’s name anymore. All the bullshit that Peter's gotten him to remember has made him more nervous and skittish. “Brian…”
“Justin, KinnetiK is doing just fine without taking money from sadistic pederasts.”
“But you’re tired, and you… you look sick.”
“I’m not sick, I’m just busy, spending three to four hours a day keeping you from falling over the edge doesn’t help.” Even as I hear myself say it I want to take the words back.
I can see his panic. He doesn’t cling though. “Then fucking go.”
~~~522~~~
I panic at the thought of him leaving. I say it anyway. “You don’t have to be here. No one’s forcing you.”
“Right, and then one day you succeed in one of your stupid attempts and I never sleep again.”
“You’re absolved.” I make a cross with my hands. “You are not responsible for me. Do whatever you want.” I’m looking at the floor, waiting for him walk out. He just tugs on my ankle. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“But…”
He pulls me forward hugging me. “You’re so fucking brave, and I’m not leaving.”
I melt in his arms. Relieved.
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