miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-12-08 23:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [alternate universe], fanfic: rating: mature, ยป by: qafaddiction |
Fic: For Sale, Chapter 1
Original poster: qafaddiction
Title: For Sale - Chapter 1/?
Author: Heather
Characters: Luke/Noah
Rating: R
Spoilers: None.
Summary: This is an alternate universe story where the boys are rentboys (hustlers) who share more than a street corner.
Notes: I started writing this in response to nouveau_monday's rentboy/alternate universe (AU) prompt several months ago, and it has turned into a short series. I've posted it elsewhere, but not here on LJ.
Luke kicks at the pavement, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his jeans. His shoulders are hunched against the bitter wind.
"It's too cold to be out here." Noah tugs at the sleeves of his hoodie, wishing he had worn a heavier jacket. "We should go back."
"No way." Luke looks up at him, his eyes big and brown. "We need the money."
"Listen, it won't take long. We'll grab some warmer clothes, and..."
"You can go back if you want. I'm staying here." Luke is stubborn, and Noah isn't going to change his mind this time. He tries to think warm thoughts, and ignores the rumbling of his stomach. He can't remember the last time he had a good meal.
He thinks about the the nights they aren't standing on a street corner, when Noah lures him into doing things he shouldn't want to do. Things he shouldn't enjoy. He tries not to think about the way he stares up at the ceiling after being with a trick; a ceiling he can't see because the room is pitch black. Maybe if he can't see, he can't be seen, either. And everything he does is safely hidden under a cloak of darkness.
Noah doesn't leave. He focuses instead on the street in front of them, and the car that has been circling the block for at least fifteen minutes. Instinctively, he shifts into a more inviting posture, as the vehicle slows then continues around the corner once more.
"First-timer?" Luke cocks his head in the direction of the sleek sportscar.
"Definite possibility," Noah nods. It's not hard to spot the newbies.
Luke flashes him a grin. "And you wanted to go back."
Part of him wishes they were back in their tiny room right now, wrapped around each other, skin prickling with pleasure. He can feel Luke's bottom pressed against his groin, the pair of them squirming and moaning together, entirely lost in sensation. He gnaws at his lower lip, imagining strong fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding him to Luke's stiff cock, hearing the harsh whisper from beneath blonde bangs: "Touch me the way you touch yourself."
As expected, the car returns, this time pulling to a stop next to the curb. The power window slides down with a soft hum as Luke strolls forward, smiling invitingly. "Looking for some company?"
"Uh.... not really." Anxiety rolls off the guy in waves.
"Are you sure?" Luke glances back at Noah, thinking maybe the guy wants tall, dark and handsome.
"Well, maybe some company would be nice." He fidgets with the steering wheel.
"Think maybe you've found it?" The question is a smooth purr as Luke leans his head through the open window.
"How much?" The john asks. No more preamble.
"Well that depends on what you're looking to do, and for how long. A basic fuck is one-fifty. Oral's seventy-five. More for kink." He motions for Noah to come closer. "Take your pick."
Luke senses Noah's hesitation. He's felt it before, in the middle of the night, when slight whimpers turn into muffled sobs. In the darkness, he reaches out, his hand settling gently on Noah's shoulder as he murmurs, "It's okay. You're not alone. You know that, right?" Noah's breath hitches, and his heart skips a beat before doubling its rhythm.
They never speak of those times in the light of day.
The guy finally turns his head towards them. He gives Noah a good look, and Noah does the same. Despite the dark rings of exhaustion under his eyes, and the stubble clinging to his chin, the guy is fairly attractive. He's driving an expensive car, and wearing expensive clothes. Noah wonders what a guy like that is doing trolling the streets, but he suspects he knows the answer. He stands next to Luke, giving the trick a basis for comparison. They watch as hungry eyes dart back and forth between them.
"What about... both of you?" The words are spoken quickly and quietly.
Luke arches a brow. "Both of us?"
"Yeah." The guy goes back to studying the dashboard in front of him, alternately clenching and unclenching his hands on the steering wheel.
"Do you just want to watch, or do you want to get between us?" Luke grins seductively, his arm snaking around Noah's waist. "It'll cost you extra for a threesome."
"I can afford it," the john grunts, unlocking the door. "Get in."