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author: vamphile, challenge #44: crack fic, epic series: hustler!j/whore in a hoody

Whore In A Hoody
Title: Hustler!Justin XXXVI (Whore in a Hoody)
Author: Vamphile
Condom(s): All 9 to Justin


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Hustler Justin XXXVI
Whore In A Hoody

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Once Gus is asleep I gently transfer him to his carrier and buckle him up. We’re going for a drive. Justin didn’t sound “fine”. I don’t speed, I don’t smoke and Gus doesn’t wake up. I ring the bell and shift Gus to my other hand. He looks confused when I open the door. “What are you doing here?”

“Gus was bored.”

Gus is sucking on his pacifier, his eyes still closed. “He looks perfectly content.”

I move to come in. “You don’t.”

He shakes his head. “Brian, get him out of here.”

“Are you with a client right now?”


~~~378~~~
He moves Gus’s carrier further away, as if just having him near me could damage him. “No, just… I don’t like babies.”

He nods. “I don’t either. Gus is a special case though.”

“Because he’s yours.”

Brian smiles. “I guess.”

“Well, he’s not mine. He shouldn’t be here, babies are messy and gross.”

He nods. “We’ll go. Did you feel this way about your sister?”

“No. She was kind of a special case for me.”

He tilts his head and then pushes past me. Setting Gus down on the breakfast bar and sitting on the stool. “Gus wants to stay.”


~~~379~~~
His reaction to Gus seems almost irrational. He won’t look at him. He sits on the floor as far away as possible. I make sure Gus is secured and walk over to him.

He shakes his head. “Can you and that… and Gus go. I’m in the middle of something.”

“Really? What?”

“I’m writing. That’s what you told me to do.”

“Can I see it?”

He retrieves his laptop. “No one understands. I think this will help.”

I nod and go over to read by Gus. After the first few sentences I’m sitting next to him. Amazed at his strength.


~~~380~~~
Gus is awake now and he’s gurgling. I want to scream. Brian’s arm is around me but he looks up occasionally to check on Gus. His arm tightens and I can tell he’s not happy with what he’s reading. “I know. I mean, I only finished the seventh grade, so my punctuation probably sucks. The computer tells me when I’ve spelled stuff wrong but…

“Justin. That can all be fixed.”

“But I can’t be. That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it. ‘Poor little Justin.’”

He stares at me and runs his hand along the side of my face, shaking his head.


~~~381~~~
He’s not entirely wrong. My rage at Isaac is battling with my sorrow for what Isaac stole from him. What really kill me are the loving terms he uses to describe what can only be defined as a sick seduction. The way Isaac slowly introduced the topics of sex and kissing and progressed from there. Justin portrays Isaac as being hesitant, and maybe he was, but not for the reasons Justin thinks. I feel sick. Justin’s narrative is not linear. Isaac wanted him to seduce some other kid? I read that part again and look up at him, not understanding.


~~~382~~~
The alien look again. Great. Gus makes a noise and he gets up and takes him out of his seat, holding him. “Why didn’t you do it?”

“Do what?” I never said no to Isaac, what’s he talking about?

“Seduce another kid. Get your own little money maker?”

“What the fuck would I want with a kid who doesn’t know shit?”

“What did Isaac?”

“That’s different. Isaac loved me. He just wanted me to lie to some kid so our future would be more secure.”

He looks like he’s about to say something but stops. “Even when Isaac was gone?”


~~~383~~~
Part of me wants to celebrate. He’s not capable of what Isaac did. Part of me wants to shake him. How can he not recognize that if there’s something wrong with doing it to some other kid, there was something wrong with what Isaac did to him? I just wait for his answer. “I don’t have the kind of strength Isaac did. It takes a lot of discipline to train a kid.”

“No pun intended?”

He gives a half smile. “I just prefer my men to be…”

“Men?”

“Yeah.”

“But wouldn’t a kid have been safer?”

“Not really, kids talk.”


~~~384~~~
The logistics of it all are still beyond him. “Brian, kids get scared, they go home, they cry, they ask for help. That’s all a risk, and it’s worth it if you love them but…”

He stands up. He’s holding Gus to his shoulder. “He didn’t love you.”

I actually flinch from his tone. Gus starts to cry and Brian searches with one hand for something. He rinses the pacifier and puts it in Gus’s mouth. “Love does not involve training a kid how to stay silent. Didn’t you ever get the whole ‘bad touch’ lecture?”

“This wasn’t like that.”


~~~385~~~
I try to soothe Gus while I’m trying not to throttle Justin. I give up. I’m not going to convince him today that a slow seduction of a 13-year-old by a 25-year-old man is the same thing as a stranger touching Gus. Instead I just sit down on the floor directly in front of him. “Want to hold him?”

He shakes his head, and there are tears. “Miss your sister?”

The tears flow and he nods. I transfer Gus to his arms and he laughs when Gus grabs onto his finger. “He’s got good hands, just like his daddy.”

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