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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 XLVIII (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condoms: None
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Hustler Justin XLVIII
Whore In A Hoody
I’m so glad they took down the Christmas decorations. The holidays were always rough. I’ve been talking to Peter about it. When my mom was sick we pretended she wasn’t. When she died, we pretended, for Molly that we didn’t miss her. When I was with Isaac the clients were rougher. Isaac said it’s because they hated their families and needed to relieve stress. I just know that we used to joke about me taking a couple of days off after January first. It was just a joke though. I never took time off. I guess now I’m off forever.
~~~535~~~
Lately he’s been opening up but he’s quiet today. I brought him a set of pastels and a new sketchbook, no spiral binding. I ask to see what he’s been drawing but he just shrugs.
“Have you been writing?”
He shakes his head.
“Are you not speaking on purpose?”
“Sorry.”
“Sorry…”
“Bullshit, I know. I just want to get out of here.”
“Next week, if you keep up with the good behavior we can take a walk.”
“Is it still cold out?”
”Yeah, I’ll have to bring you a coat.”
“You could take me home. I’m better now. I swear.”
~~~535~~~
“It looks like you’ll get out on your birthday.” Now he looks sad. I ignore my cards and gesture for him sit near me. “What’s wrong with having a birthday?”
“If I say it you’ll just get mad.”
“I won’t if you’re not lying.”
“I’ll be eighteen.”
“I know.”
“Well, there’s not much market for what I do if I’m legal, is there?”
He’s right. I’m mad. I just hold him tighter. “You don’t do that anymore.”
I reign in all remarks about how much more of a market there is for someone who looks like him and is legal.
~~~536~~~
I said something wrong. I can always tell. “I don’t mean I’d… I won’t if you don’t want me to.”
He grinds his teeth. Wrong again.
“Justin, I only want you to fuck men that you want to fuck, because you think it would be fun.”
“You’re the only one that’s ever made it fun… well, and… Isaac but only at first.”
“But there are lots of beautiful men out there. People your own age.”
“I only want you.” I don’t know how many times I have to tell him this but he just doesn’t get it. I’ll make him.
~~~537~~~
I change the topic to Michael’s new boyfriend he seems less gloomy. By the time I’m snarking about Emmett’s ideas for KinnetiK’s grand opening event he’s actually smiling. He finally shows me what he’s been sketching. I ask if I can take a couple of them. He offers them all to me. I only take a few. He should hang some of them in his room. He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to get comfortable here. He’s just passing through. I can’t really argue with him. He knows he’s going to Debbie's. Sometimes he calls the loft home though.
~~~538~~~
He tells me more about Debbie, and excited she is to have me. I don’t believe him but he swears she was born to take care of lost boys.
“Is that what I am?”
He nods. “More lost than most.”
“Hey!”
“You are, how the hell do you find your way down the hall every day. You’re head’s not on straight.”
“You’re teasing the poor lost boy? That’s just mean.”
He looks chastised for a second, realizes I’m playing him and tosses a now cold French fry at me. “Not fair.”
“Life’s not fair. Deal with it.” He stares.
~~~539~~~
Sometimes he says things that just… hurt. I put the takeout containers back into the bag and deal a fresh hand. “My dad used to say that.”
He nods. “Mine too. And… Isaac.”
I’m surprised. “You complained to Isaac?”
“At first. He wasn’t always so strict.”
Isaac wasn’t strict, he was mean. I don’t correct him.
“We had fun at first. Once it wasn’t fun, I just figured that everyone lived like that.”
“Now you know better.”
“Well, you and Peter keep telling me I’m wrong, but Isaac, the streets or an institution. You’ll tell me when it gets fun?”
~~~540~~~
He holds my gaze and keeps repeating my name before he leaves. He doesn’t want me to disappear. I try. I’ve learned a few of the clipboard’s names. I don’t talk to them, or the patients but all the patients that were here when I got here are gone. All the ones who came after that are gone too I think. No one spends this kind of time in a place like this. No one’s as crazy, or alone as I am. And on that thought I’m in my room, where I can disappear and no one calls me back.
~~~541~~~
I call Peter before he goes to see Justin the next day. “Get him a weekend pass.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m asking you to.”
“Brian, I’m not sure how stable he is. If something happens…”
“I’m not taking him out of state, but he’s right. He’s never lived anywhere comfortable. I’m taking him to Debbie's. He needs something to look forward to.
Peter is silent and I know I’m taking a risk. Fully responsible for the kid for 48 hours? Maybe I’m the one who’s insane.
“I’ll see what can be arranged, but I still expect to see him every day.”
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