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author: vamphile, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody, outside of challenge

Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin LVI (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
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Hustler Justin LVI
Whore In A Hoody

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Brian stands up and offers me a hand. I take it. My back is wet, my lungs hurt from running and crying but the anger is gone.

“You have to cut that shit out.”

I don’t answer him. I’d stop doing things that piss him off if I could but figuring out what will and won’t upset him is exhausting, besides… he’s the one who keeps telling me to figure out what I want. Well, I wanted to run. I tell him so and he shakes his head, lighting a cigarette leading me into Debbie's backyard. I take his cigarette.


~~~655~~~
He’s leaning against me, we share the cigarette and I’m still not sure what the fuck just happened.

“Why’d you run?”

He shrugs and I wait. After a long exhale he looks away. “I got angry.”

“Because I was telling you what to do.”

“Because of a lot of things. Peter keeps telling me it’s normal and healthy to be angry. I’m tired of everything that feels bad being normal and healthy.”

I can’t help it, I laugh. Peter is always saying something is normal or healthy. I feel the same way Justin does about it.

“Why’d you kiss me?”


~~~656~~~
I feel him freeze the moment I ask. He finishes the cigarette. “C’mon princess, let’s get you inside before Debbie blames me for your next cold.”

I don’t move. “Brian.”

He turns to look at me. “I wanted you to stop fighting me.”

I don’t believe that’s the whole reason, and I’m about to tell him so when Debbie calls for us to get inside before we get sick. He gives me an “I told you so” look.

The mood is completely ruined. I expect Brian to leave but he leans against the wall while Debbie makes me hot cocoa.


~~~657~~~
Debbie dotes on him, and it’s a good thing. It’s almost five. I have other things I could do but Peter says that it’s best not to completely jar Justin’s schedule. I’ll stick around.

“You staying for dinner?”

Justin looks at me, his eyes hopeful, and I want to run. I nod instead and go into the junk drawer where Debbie keeps a couple of decks of cards. I deal her in and Justin beats us both. I try not to think about how often he may have been letting me win. We go upstairs while Debbie starts cooking dinner.


~~~658~~~
Should we help Debbie? Brian just takes my hand and pulls me upstairs. “You’ll have plenty of time to help her. Can you cook?”

I shake my head. “We always ordered out. Isaac could cook a little but he really didn’t like to.”

Brian’s jaw clenches. He still can’t stand hearing Isaac’s name. “We can’t do that again.”

“Do what again?” I know what he’s talking about but playing stupid sometimes serves me well. I lick my lips and look at him through my lashes.

“You’re a brutal flirt and you know what the fuck I’m talking about.”

“Nuh uh.”

~~~659~~~
He takes a step closer. His eyes meeting mine, because he’s also a quick study and knows I hate it when he plays that little boy submissive game with me. I take a step back but now he’s literally got me cornered. I swear I haven’t been this nervous since Mikey and I smoked weed in here while Debbie was working.

His body is pressed against mine and when he pulls my head down, our lips touch. His are soft and wet and his tongue snakes out to meet mine. I push him backwards and hold his wrists. “Stop That.”


~~~660~~~
His expression and the pressure on my wrists tell me he means it. I drop my head and he sighs. “Justin, we can’t.”

“Why?”

“You know why, I’ve explained why. Hasn’t Peter explained why?”

I flop back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. “ All I ever hear is why I shouldn’t try to fuck someone. Why I should figure out what I want. I want to get laid. I’m horny.”

He tells me to jerk off like it’s the easiest thing in the world. I sit up and glare. My anger is back full force. “Fuck you!”


~~~661~~~
He’s really angry. He’s pacing. His anger morphs into something else. He’s crying and running a hand through his hair while he’s mumbling. I’m not sure what to do or if I should do anything. He spins on his heel and pushes at my chest. I’m back up against that fucking wall. “You know it’s not that easy!”

I do? “I do?”

“I can’t just… is that what… do you know what happens… I… no.”

I’m lost. “I’m lost.”

He shakes his head sadly. “I wouldn’t do that, Brian. I can’t… I mean, Isaac would…”

Seriously, Isaac needs to die.


~~~662~~~
“Are you telling me you’ve never jerked off?”

He rolls his eyes. “Of course I have. I mean, if a client wanted to see it. Sometimes they did. Or if I was really good, then Isaac would let me but without his permission…”

“He hurt you.”

Why does he keep saying that like he’s just finding out about it? We’ve been through this. “It was just part of being well trained. It’s why I can hold off so long, and…”

“Don’t make excuses for him.” Brian’s body is vibrating with anger again. I wish could remember to stop mentioning Isaac.


~~~663~~~
I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amazed at how protective he is of Isaac’s image. Of how accepting he is of what was done to him. I’m staring at a kid, aman who’s going to be eighteen tomorrow and he’s telling me he’s never been allowed to jerk off. “What happened if you did?” There’s absolutely no way a kid makes it from fourteen to eighteen without masturbating.

He shakes his head. “You don’t want to know.”

“Tell me”, but I want to take the words back. He’s usually right when he tells me I don’t want to know.


~~~664~~~
I debate how much to tell him. I know that the whole truth will upset him. He lifts my chin and looks me in the eye. “If you could live with it, I can hear about it. Tell me.”

So I tell him about spending two days tied up in the practice room. I tell him about being whipped like that. I tell him about spending a week serving penance at Isaac’s feet, and then I close my eyes because I know he’s never going to look at me again and I’m not sure I can watch him walk away.


~~~665~~~
He’s curled in his chair. His body is tense. He’s waiting for another of Isaac’s punishments. My stomach clenches. I cup his face and he flinches. I smooth away a tear with the pad of my thumb. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. I’m kneeling in front of the chair. “Justin…”

“I deserv…”

“You didn’t deserve it. Kids jerk off. Are you listening? You didn’t deserve any of it.”

He nods but his eyes don’t open. His hand slides up my arm and then he’s touching my face. He wipes away my tear with his thumb. I kiss his palm.

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