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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 XLIX (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condoms: None
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Hustler Justin XLIX
Whore In A Hoody
I’m nervous. It’s the first time I’ve been outside in almost two weeks. The snow crunches on the ground.
“We can go shopping later if you want. I don’t really know your taste in clothes.”
I shrug. I don’t either. It feels weird to be wearing jeans, sneakers and a coat. I’ve spent so much time lately in sweatpants. Brian wraps his arm around me and takes my bag onto his own shoulders. I lean up to kiss him. He turns his head and guides me to the jeep. Once he’s secured my seatbelt he lights a cigarette and smiles.
~~~543~~~
He takes a cigarette out of my pack and really, I’ve been feeding him caffeine and he’s not fucking people for money, I won’t say anything about the cigarette.
He’s quiet though, which means he’s thinking about something he doesn’t think I want to hear. I look over at him. He bites his lip. I raise an eyebrow and he runs a hand through his hair.
“What if she doesn’t like me?”
“What?”
“Will I have to stay at Southwood?”
I’m grateful that he doesn’t know he can’t stay once he’s eighteen. I should feel guilty but if he knew…
~~~544~~~
He doesn’t want to tell me something. He always looks away and rolls his lips into his mouth when that happens. “She’ll like you.”
“If she doesn’t?”
“We’ll figure something out.”
“Can I stay at the loft with you?” he doesn’t want me at the loft, but I wish he’d tell me outright. I guess he thinks he’ll hurt my feelings. He doesn’t want to fuck me anymore. Hell, who would? I light another cigarette.
“Debbie’s having a lot of people come for dinner. You up for it?”
I nod. I feel like I know them. Brian tells great stories.
~~~545~~~
Three or four hours nightly with nothing to do but talk. I had to start telling other people’s stories like an old gossip queen. He gets a kick out of them. I think for him, the normal boring bullshit seems as fantastical as a soap opera. I’m not too worried about Michael, or Emmett, they’ve met him once. Mel and Lindz concern me. I can’t decide if they’ll hate me for looking at him or want to adopt him. Hell, I hate myself for looking at him the way I have, the way I still do. I shouldn’t want him.
~~~546~~~
He stops in front of a small house and looks at me. “You ready?”
I nod even though I’m not sure I am.
He pushes the door open a little and it seems to fly out of his hand as Debbie flings it backwards and pulls me in for a rib crunching hug. “Sunshine!”
“Deb, let him breathe.”
She pushed me back so she can look at me. “You’ve lost weight.”
“Can we show him around before you try to fatten him up?”
She takes my hand and drags me upstairs. I look back frantically to make sure Brian’s following.
~~~547~~~
He looks more panicked than I’ve seen him in a while. Maybe this was a bad idea. I put his duffle bag on Michael’s old bed. She’s talking but he’s drawn to the corkboard over the desk. “Is this you?”
I look and consider denying it. “ That’s us when we were sixteen.”
“You two were trouble, that’s what you were.”
Justin laughs and Debbie drags him downstairs to feed him milk and cookies calling back over her shoulder. “Brian, I’ll see you at dinner.” I’m dismissed.
I sit in my car and hope that I’ve done the right thing.
~~~548~~~
Debbie talks enough for three people, which is good. I don’t know what to say. She’s telling me how long it’s been since she’s had a teenager in the house, but that if she remembers right all we want to do is eat and jerk off. I want to tell her I’m not like that. I barely have an appetite lately, and jerking off is a different issue entirely. I don’t want her to know how abnormal I am so I eat the cookies and let her pat my cheek. I recognize the look she’s giving me and smile back.
~~~549~~~
It’s eleven in the morning on a Saturday. I end up back at the KinnetiK offices, reading through the new Dandy Lube contract, wondering how Ted got them to agree to it and thinking about Justin. I want to give him time to adjust at Debbie’s. At noon I’m knocking on Michael’s door. I push past him and am surprised to find Ben there. “I thought you…”
Michael pushes me towards the door. “I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“See you tonight?”
He rolls his eyes. “Like I could get out of it.”
I kiss him and leave. Now what?
~~~550~~~
Vic joins us while Debbie's telling me about the time Brian and Michael tried to convince her that their marijuana was oregano.
She snorts out a laugh. “They tell this to me. I was at Woodstock and I’m Italian.”
“Sis, he probably has no idea what you’re talking about.” Vic take’s a cookie and Debbie gets up to make him some tea.
“Sorry kiddo, she’ll talk all day.”
I shrug and put the cookie down.
“Not hungry?” He frowns.
I finish the cookie. He looks tired, Debbie hands him a bunch of pills with his tea. I guess he’s sick.
~~~551~~~
I end up on Peter's doorstep. “This was a bad idea.”
“Did something happen? Did he take off or…”
I shake my head and then realize he could have and I wouldn’t even know. I call Debbie’s. She swears to me that she’s looking at him and he’s just sitting at the table talking to Vic.
I hang up. “He’s not ready to be out of the hospital.”
“Or you’re not ready for him to be out.”
“Either way.”
He steps aside to let me in. “I don’t need a fucking therapist.”
“You look like you could use a friend.”
~~~552~~~
Vic and Debbie start discussing what to serve for dessert. I yawn and stretch. She kisses my cheek and tells me to take a nap if I want to.
I go upstairs but I’m not really tired. I walk around the room a couple of times. My own room. I wonder if any of the stuff from my apartment is still around. I really liked that chair. If I moved the desk over it would fit under the window. I hear them yelling and realize I can’t stay here. They get along so well. I don’t want to cause problems.
~~~553~~~
I end up talking to Peter about Justin. There’s nothing new. Nothing he doesn’t already know. He reminds me that the weekend pass was my idea every time I start blaming him. I can’t help thinking that he’s the professional, he should have said no. He laughs when I tell him that. I admit I was pretty adamant. In theory it is a good idea. The reality however is that he’s in a house, not a hospital. For all we know he tried to hurt himself again. Peter ushers me out when it’s time for him to go see Justin.
~~~554~~~
Debbie and Vic are standing toe to toe. “Cannoli!” “Grandma’s Italian rum cake!”
I slip past them unnoticed and push open the door just as Peter was about to knock. “Justin. Did you want to go out while we talk?” He looks pointedly at my coat and scarf. I shake my head and take it off. Debbie looks like she’s about to say something. Peter just leads us upstairs. I sit on the bed; he sits at the desk and doesn’t say a word.
I hate when he stares like that, so disapprovingly. “I wasn’t going… I can’t stay here.”
~~~555~~~
When I get to Debbie’s house at five Justin and Peter are still upstairs. I pace. Debbie tries to calm me down. Vic offers me a drink. After fifteen minutes Peter comes down. “He’ll be okay.” Which means he’s not now. I take the steps two at a time.
Justin’s curled up on the bed. I sit on the edge of it. He turns and lays his head on my thigh. He’s been crying. I run a hand through is hair. “What happened?
He shakes his head and closes his eyes. I lean against the headboard. We sit in silence.
~~~556~~~
I don’t know what Peter told Brian. I don’t know how angry Brian is. I’m afraid to ask. Deb knocks lightly on the door and pushes it open. “You two, come down for dinner.”
I close my eyes. Brian’s hand moves from my hair to my shoulder. “We’ll be down in a few.”
“Justin, baby. Vic and I argue like that all the time. We want you here.”
I guess Peter told them I knew what they were arguing about. I hear the door shut. Brian shakes my shoulder. “She means it, and she’ll disembowel us if we miss dinner.”
~~~557~~~
He was going to bolt. Vic and Debbie didn’t notice. If Peter hadn’t… I move, dislodging Justin. He sits up and stretches. “I’ve already eaten my weight in cookies.”
“There’s no getting out of this.”
“Brian…”
“Justin, for this weekend, don’t leave this house without telling someone where you’re going.”
“So it’s like jail?”
“It’s like family.”
“They’re not my family.”
He’s right, they’re not, but there the closest thing he’s got. “C’mon, Sunshine, Dinner awaits.”
He follows me because… because he’d follow me over hot coals. We’ll deal with that. For now, we just need to deal with dinner.
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