Rusted From The Rain, Ch. 2

[bananahater336]

 

"Let me show you perfection, Gorgeous..."

Kevin groaned at the words, slipping his hands under the boy's shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting his hands trail down over his chest, admiring just how beautiful and untouched he seemed. "Show me." He managed in a whisper, his eyes half-open. "Show me how perfect you are."

And the boy smiled, eyes dancing almost as much as his hips as he leaned down, stealing another kiss before he pulled back, lips trailing down Kevin's chest as his fingers deftly unzipped his jeans, sliding them slowly down his hips. He glanced up with sultry, smoldering eyes from between Kevin's legs, as though making sure Kevin had a chance to see everything as well as experience it. He kissed him then, there in the center of his desire, mouthing Kevin through his black boxer-briefs as his hands slid up and down Kevin's sides, moaning all the while. It wasn't a loud moan, just the soft vibration of vocal chords, enough for Kevin to hear, enough for Kevin to feel.

"Oh, god..." Kevin's eyes rolled, and he tipped his head back against the couch, rocking his hips up into Adam's mouth, his fingers twisting into his hair, urging him on, letting himself get lost in the feeling of his hands and mouth and the soft warmth of him against his legs. "God... More...."

He responded to Kevin's every plea and touch, as easily as if he'd been Kevin's own hand. Because the moment Kevin asked, Adam easily slipped his boxers down, drawing Kevin expertly, easily, into his mouth. And as he sucked him into the wet heat, all lips and tongue, Adam looked up, keeping his eyes on Kevin even if Kevin was no longer looking at him. He was still moaning softly, but as he drew Kevin further and further past his lips until his nose pressed into the skin above Kevin's desire, he knew Kevin could more and more actually feel the little vibrations coming from his throat.

Kevin gasped softly, letting his hips rock up into Adam's mouth, allowing himself to completely forget where he was. Maybe if he forgot, maybe if he just let himself pretend, they would be in a cozy bedroom in a nice house that they shared. They wouldn't be prostitute and patron; they would be lovers. That was what he wanted. That was what this was, if he would only let it be. "That's perfect, baby... so good..." The pet name slipped out before he could stop it, but he didn't stop to let himself care if he sounded stupid. It didn't matter.

Adam somehow managed to get Kevin's jeans and boxers off without breaking his rhythm, and he only pulled back with a wet, sucking sound, when Kevin was right on the edge of finding bliss. He crawled back over him, hips swaying so perfectly as he leaned down, hovering his lips over the other man's, voice still as silky as ever, though a tad bit more throaty. His lips were fuller, pouty, a crimson red and anyone looking would have known exactly what he'd just been doing. "Do you like what you see, Gorgeous?" His lips barely grazed Kevin's. "It's yours. I'm all yours." He was still wearing the low, hip-hugging pants he'd been wearing on stage, though his upper body glistened in the soft light shining above them.

Kevin smiled faintly at the words, letting his fingers slide over the boy's neck, drawing him in for another kiss. "All mine..." He murmured, his voice lilting, his head dazed. "You're all mine, baby." He slipped his hands down, dipping them under the hem of Adam's pants, groaning softly at the feeling of his smooth skin. "I want to see you. Can I?"

Adam nodded, hips swaying forwards just a little bit, as though they had a life of their own, as though they were so eager, so desperate for Kevin's touch, needing him to uncover, unclothe, unwrap them from the confines of the pants he was wearing. Adam leaned in, dark hair brushing against Kevin's cheek as he nibbled at his ear, breath soft, but so loud with his lips right near Kevin's ear. "Please, Gorgeous. Please, take me."

Heat rushed through him at the words, and his hands moved to the zipper of his pants. He was amazed by how fluidly the jeans slid down legs that seemed to go on forever. He curled his arms around him once he was naked, tugging him down onto his lap, letting them get tangled together. Their mouths connected again, and he slipped his hand down between them, taking Adam's length in hand, needing to arouse him, to complete the illusion for him. How often was it broken by the quickness, the finish, the payment, the rush out? At least Kevin had paid for a night. Maybe it meant he could prolong the game of pretend.

Adam moaned, careful to keep the surprise out of his voice, since it rarely happened that his clients paid such special and immediate attention to him. He gripped onto Kevin, the perfect picture of submissiveness, rocking his hips forwards into Kevin's grip as he pressed his forehead to Kevin's. His breath was soft, picking up, ghosting across Kevin's lips, with just the faintest of moans in mingling with each exhale. "Oh...Oh...."

"That's beautiful..." Kevin whispered, smiling softly at him. He leaned in, pressed a sweet kiss to his mouth, his free hand curling into his hair. "You're beautiful. God, I could love you..." He tugged his head to the side, pressing several harsh, wet kisses down his neck and along his shoulder, taking his time. He refused to hurry this.

Adam's head fell back on his shoulders again, allowing Kevin all the access to his body, his skin, that he wanted. He was still holding onto Kevin, one hand bracing himself even as he whimpered from the sweet pleasure coursing through his body. He opened his eyes, trying to look down at the head of curly hair by his shoulder. "Anything. Anything for you, Gorgeous."

Kevin lifted his head, pressed his lip to his ear, breathing harshly against it for a moment, like he was trying to collect himself. He laid Adam down on the couch, kissing his neck again, sweetly, like he imagined he would with a lover. He didn't really know; he'd never really had a true one. His hand slipped down between his legs, and he pressed two fingers into him, moaning softly. "Can I make love to you?"

Adam moaned again, back arching so perfectly as his legs fell open, instantly granting Kevin more access. Slender fingers curled around the edge of the couch, as though to keep himself grounded, and red, red lips parted with another soft moan. He reached up, cupping the back of Kevin's neck, drawing him down for another slow kiss. "Please, Gorgeous. Please. Please, I need you. I need you so much."

Kevin reached down to the floor, found his pants so he could take the condom out of his wallet. He pressed a kiss to his neck, ripping the package open with shaking fingers, just like he did every time, like this time might have been different, like it might be less painful when it was over.

Adam was there, never moving, though he let his fingers run softly over Kevin's skin, caressing his arms, his chest, just needing to feel, to touch. He watched without urging, lay there without judging, because this was Kevin's time. He curled his fingers gently around Kevin's wrist when the package was opened, taking it from his fingers with a soft smile. "Let me." He kissed Kevin's fingers as he removed the condom, sitting up so they were nearly nose to nose, though his attention was drawn downwards. He easily slid the condom onto Kevin's length, taking the time to stroke him, just enough, as though to prepare him for what was to come. He smiled softly, the tenderest of smiles, as though he understood, as though to say it's okay.

Kevin bumped their noses together, pressing a kiss to his mouth as he slipped his arms around him again, laying him back against the couch, sliding easily into him, gasping softly at how perfect he felt. He hitched his leg up around his waist, rocking slowly into him. He nuzzled his nose into his hair, curling his fingers into Adam's beside his head and so much of it felt like love-making. "You're so beautiful."

Adam just smiled a small smile, but it was lost a moment later in the quiet, breathless moans escaping from him. Because they weren't the moans of someone trying to moan. He arched up, meeting Kevin thrust for thrust, their rhythm perfect almost immediately. He let Kevin set the pace, eyes fluttering shut as he reached up, smoothing his hands over and across Kevin's chest, over the scars, the bruises, holding, touching, caressing, loving. The other leg came up to wrap around Kevin's waist, joining the first as Adam opened himself up completely to Kevin, gave himself up to him. "Oh...Oh...please..."

Kevin smiled at the moans, and he pressed a kiss to his cheek, curling his arm around his waist and burying his face against his neck. It was slow. The lighting in the room was soft, and the way Adam was breathing sounded so sweet. They were taking their time. This wasn't fucking. This didn't need to be fucking. Adam was his lover, for tonight at least, and he was going to make love to him like he wanted to make love to someone who needed him.

Adam's hands came up to clutch at Kevin, one arm wrapping around strong, broad shoulders as the other buried in Kevin's curls. His lips were right by Kevin's ear now, but that hardly changed anything, save that Kevin could now hear the soft whimpers that got caught in the back of Adam's throat with every slow thrust into his body. They rocked together on the couch and Adam drew his hips up, knowing just how to make Kevin feel so, so good. "Baby...baby, baby..." he whispered, moaned, somewhat mindlessly, though somewhat well placed, as though he could sense that Kevin needed to hear it, needed to hear something. And so he kept repeating the words over and over, each inflection different, each time a different meaning.

And Kevin responded differently to the word each time. One time, he would shudder; the next, he would moan, and one time he was ashamed to acknowledge, he let out a pathetic little sob. He had never been anyone's baby. He had never mattered to anyone, outside of being a quick fuck or an easy target. So, now, because Adam was making it so easy, he held him close against him, trembling as they rocked so smoothly together, trying with everything not to cry, because something dark deep inside of him was swirling up, hard to hide now, a vulnerability impossible to ignore cutting raw through his chest.

Adam said nothing about it. He responded to the emotion, holding him closer, pressing gentle kisses down from Kevin's temple, down his cheek to his lips, trying to kiss away those sobs even as his hand came down to cup Kevin's cheek. Their foreheads were pressed together and they were as close as they could be, skin slick with sweat, melting together, fitting together seamlessly. But he kept going, kept right on saying it. "Baby...Baby, shh...baby..."

Kevin kept his lips pressed against Adam's, his fingertips lighting on his jaw, eyes squeezed shut, because it was so sweet, so easy to get lost in, so easy to pretend he was being comforted by a lover, and he couldn't stop himself from whispering an "I love you" that he couldn't possibly mean, and he found his release, suddenly, with a soft gasp against his mouth, deepening their kiss, clinging to him as his hips continued to rock into him.

Adam's breathing caught, a soft, almost delighted little sound, from the warmth of Kevin filling him up and he arched slightly beneath him, all blood and flesh and warmth pressed against Kevin's body, as though trying to draw every last ounce of bliss. Forehead pressed to Kevin's, his eyes fluttered shut and then opened again, watching Kevin ride through his high, still cupping his cheek, their lips touching in the barest of kisses, never further away than that. And when Kevin opened his eyes, he gave him a small, soft smile, kissing him softly one more time.

Kevin shuddered, licking his lips, running his fingers over his one-night lover's chest, enjoying the sound of his fingernails scratching lightly over his skin. "You didn't..." His voice cracked. He licked his lips again, catching his mouth in another soft kiss. Speaking seemed so strange now. He had trouble finding a way to make words mean anything. "You didn't finish..."

Adam smiled softly again, fingers lighting so gently on Kevin's jaw as he closed his eyes, their foreheads once again pressed together. "That's okay." His voice seemed as smooth and silky as ever, though still slightly breathless from their lovemaking. He slowly unwrapped his legs from Kevin's waist, though he didn't move further than that, Kevin's length still buried deep within his body. "Look at you, baby. Look how gorgeous you are."

Kevin smiled sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth. Adam had no doubt said that to a thousand people before him. Kevin had heard it from a thousand people himself, even if none of them meant it. Still, it was nice to hear. Carefully, he pulled out of him, trailing kisses over his chin and down his throat, down his chest and stomach. He took him into his mouth, his head tipped to the side, his eyes closed, because it wouldn't be complete; it wouldn't be right if he didn't finish.

Adam's mouth dropped open in a soft, breathless gasp and his neck arched, though his hips remained firmly planted on the couch. Slender hands fell to curl in Kevin's hair, gripping without pulling, but begging all in themselves. "Oh..." He bit his lip, drawing in a breath through his nose as he managed to lift his head, looking down to Kevin. "Baby...baby, please..."

Kevin relished the sounds he was making, and he took as much of him into his mouth as he could, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, wanting it to feel as wonderful as he could make it for Adam, wanting him to feel something that he was sure most of his other patrons didn't do for him. He slipped his hand between his legs again, pushing his fingers back into him, curling them to find the spot that would make it feel even better for him.

Adam's eyes widened even more and his hands fell away, gripping onto the couch as he arched up, immediately trying to push down onto those fingers. His breathing picked up and all at once he let out a cry, arching up as pleasure rocketed through his body. "Oh...Oh god, please...baby, please..." he wasn't thinking about his words anymore and they just spilled past his lips between the whimpers and gasps of pleasure, the heavy breathing as he tipped closer and closer to the edge. "Baby, please..."

Kevin smiled softly at how beautiful he sounded, like he needed this. He tipped his head to the side, bobbing his head, pumping his fingers in time, trying to make him feel so perfect, trying to send him over the edge like he was sure no one ever had taken the time to before.

Adam whimpered, gasped, cried out, his body arching, undulating against the couch. Every single small movement of Kevin's lips, his fingers, sent a cascading reaction throughout Adam's body and he grabbed onto the couch, arching up as his eyes shot open wide. No sound escaped from him, he went completely, breathlessly silent as the waves of pleasure came crashing down, spinning and spiraling around him as he found his release.

Kevin swallowed everything, soaking up the sounds, the lack of sound from Adam as he came. The shocked, glorious silence meant that it was honest, because he wasn't trying to prove to him how good it felt. He was doing it without trying at all. He finally pulled off, pressing a kiss to his hip before sitting up, taking a shaky breath as he stared down at the boy, who looked so beautiful, just taken apart, his skin flushed. Kevin smiled faintly at him, running his fingers along the insides of his thighs. "God, you're so perfect..."

Adam was still coming down from his high, still a bit disoriented from the pleasure he so rarely felt, that he reacted more on instinct than anything else, fingers ones more lighting on Kevin's jaw, drawing him down for another soft, shaky kiss. He touched their foreheads together, because for some reason that felt right, and he smiled softly, eyes slipping shut. "Thank you, Gorgeous." His voice was as unstable as his breathing. He didn't say that Kevin didn't have to do it, because the whole point was that he was there for Kevin to do what he wanted. He tipped his head up just slightly, nose barely brushing Kevin's, and when his eyes opened again, they seemed wider, curious, younger if it were possible. "Was I good enough?"

Kevin laughed softly at that, letting himself collapse against him again, his arms curling around his back. He nuzzled his nose against his neck, rolling them onto their sides and running his hand over his hip. "You were way more than good enough, babe." His voice was no more than a whisper. He brushed a kiss over his mouth. "You were... so perfect. So, so perfect."

The corner of Adam's lips curved up into the faintest of smiles and he trailed his pointer finger gently down the center of Kevin's chest, eyes following the movement even as he curled up into Kevin's arms the moment the other pulled him close. "I'm glad, Gorgeous." He tipped a kiss to the underside of Kevin's jaw, still smiling softly. "You deserve perfect."

Kevin chuckled, nuzzling his nose into his neck with a content sort of sigh, his arm curling tight around his waist. He seemed so innocent, so sincere, like all the things he was saying were things he would say even if he wasn't getting paid to. He pressed a soft kiss to his skin. "Would it be okay... if I came back?" He wasn't sure why he was asking; he sounded almost as if he was looking for a second date. But, he'd never looked for one prostitute more than once. He'd never had any desire to. Adam just touched him in a different way than the others.

Adam tipped his head to the side, looking curiously up at Kevin, a mixture of emotions hidden within green-brown eyes. Because it was an odd question to ask, and he could tell that Kevin knew it too. But he smiled softly, fingers ghosting softly over Kevin's bottom lip, eyes following the movement. "If you want to come back, I'll be here. I'm here every night." His eyes came up to meet Kevin's then, as though saying more with his eyes than he could with his lips.

Kevin caught his hand, pressing kisses to his fingertips. He curled his own around it, holding it to his chest and drawing his lips to his own with a content sigh. He didn't know how much longer he had here, how much longer this beautiful boy would put up with him lying here pretending they were lovers, but he was going to make the most of it while he could. "You're too beautiful..." He murmured absently.

Dark eyelashes slowly blinked down over green-brown eyes and he opened them again, smiling softly at Kevin, even as he let the other take hold of his hand. "I must be. You chose me." His eyes held just a hint of playfulness as he curved his fingers over Kevin's, though not enough to make him let go. "It's what I'm here to be. For you."

Kevin smiled faintly, stroking his knuckles down his cheek. "You're a sweetheart..." He mused softly, touching their foreheads together. He tugged him a little closer against him. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I could stay here forever..."

Adam smiled faintly, not saying anything for a few long moments. Because this time Kevin wasn't the only one who'd ever said that to him before. So many of his clients never wanted to leave after they'd been with him, and in many cases it was because of his spectacular service, not anything else. "You have until we close at 4, Gorgeous. I'm yours until 4."

Kevin lifted his arm shakily, looking at his watch. It was just before two o'clock. He was ignoring the way it stung to hear You have instead of We have. It reminded him he was just kidding himself. "I guess I should go now..." He started to push himself up, sighing softly. It wasn't like he wouldn't have to deal with Richard when he got back, if he was even still conscious. He was no doubt stoned and gone for the night by now. He reached for his pants, finding his wallet where he'd dropped it earlier and fished out five one hundred dollar bills, leaving them beside Adam on the couch as he started to get dressed.

Adam looked surprised and he slowly sat up, watching Kevin silently for many moments before he tipped his head curiously to the side. "You don't want the last two hours?" That was certainly a first as well, and Adam wasn't certain if he liked this difference. "I mean...you're already here."

Kevin shrugged, tugging his shirt on. "Well. It's not like I want to fuck again anyway." The word sounded so harsh, so out of place, and he felt like he was being cruel, but really, the bitterness staining his voice was obvious. Because this was all pretend. "Thank you. You were great."

Adam couldn't help the way he flinched at the word, because Kevin's response seemed less than warm, almost less than sincere. But he nodded, the mask slamming back up, the walls slamming back up as he reached for the money, tucking it into a pocket that he clearly had hidden somewhere on his pants before he started to pull them on. "I guess you're right. If you're not here for what I offer." He gave him a soft smile, kissing his cheek. "Maybe I'll see you again, Gorgeous."

Kevin managed a faint smile at that, and he couldn't help himself but to pull him forward for another soft kiss. He loved his mouth. He kissed so sweetly, like they were lovers, full of affection and intimacy. "You'll definitely see me again." He said quietly, with a sigh. His eyes closed, and he touched their foreheads together. "Good night."

Slender fingers once more ghosted over Kevin's jaw, followed by the equally soft press of lips against his. "Good night, Gorgeous." The words slid over Kevin, wrapping around him, encasing him in a soft cocoon of warmth, as though to stave off the winter's chill of the balmy summer night that awaited Kevin when he left the safe confines of the mirrored room. "Good night."

Kevin felt like he was in a sort of daze as he left the club. The night seemed darker than he remembered. He was one of the few wandering out about now. Some were stumbling, obviously drunk, no doubt having been thrown out after abusing one of the whores; at least two people he saw seemed as if they were in a hurry - perhaps rushing home to waiting wives, having forgotten the time. They seemed to be thinking up excuses as they went. Kevin felt sick for the women who loved them. He found his car, slid into the driver's seat, started the engine, began on his way home. He scoffed at the word. Home was a loose term.