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Finally, I've started writing these things again! My AJ!slut series back in action! ;) God, it's been a long time. Kinda missed it. I hope y'all like, though, if anyone of y'all out there still reads it. And I still have no idea where this mini-series is headed.
cam; lesbian; emaciated; ethical; princess
JC dropped onto his bed, exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open. His jacket and long pants were strewn across the floor, and as Howie waded into the room from the toilet, he raised an eyebrow, “Hey, you’re supposed to be the anal one around here.”
JC stirred as he shifted into a more comfortable position.
“So, the whole lesbian-camera deal was pretty tiring, I gather. How’d you swing it anyway?”
JC half sighed, muttering with a little yawn, “Grabbed a cam off his table and rolled it, taped the lesbians having sex. He got hard watching the tape after they left; just sucked him off.”
Howie whistled, shaking his head in amazement, “And you swung seven fifty.”
“Standard rates,” JC’s reply was sleepy, and Howie patted his leg, carefully gentle.
“All right. You get your rest - I’m gonna go now.” All he got in reply was a confused, sleep-induced grunt. Howie rolled his eyes, grinning affectionately at the sleeping man, “You can be such a fucking princess.”
When JC finally woke up, it was late into the night, probably about one am, judging by the color of the sky. He yawned, stretching to ease the kinks in his neck, and shut his eyes in frustration when the thought, Is Nick sleeping yet? Popped into his head.
“It’s just. It’s not *ethical*,” he mumbled aloud. It would probably destroy them both. Jealousy would kill Nick, and JC wouldn’t do that. Couldn’t.
But, he thought slowly, maybe visiting him wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
JC hadn’t anticipated a celebratory dinner in honor of the fact he’d bothered to look Nick up; hadn’t even thought about how Nick would look, or what Nick would say, but he *definitely*, definitely hadn’t imagined, in his wildest dreams, that he’d find Nick in bed with someone else, naked from the waist up.
“Justin, you should go now.” Nick said quietly, and the stranger moved away, grabbing a shirt and tugging it over his head without question. JC wondered who he was, and then wondered when he’d started feeling this protective over Nick.
There was a hint of something dark coloring Justin’s eyes as he glanced at JC momentarily before stepping out into the driveway, the door shutting softly behind his retreating shadow.
“Why are you here?” Nick’s voice was cold, and JC snapped out of his trance.
“I. I just thought. When you called, you sounded…” he broke off, trying to sound nonchalant, “Who was that guy?”
Nick glared at him, “I don’t think you have the right to ask. JC, why are you here?”
JC bit his lip to hold back a retort, and said softly, instead, “I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
Nick laughed, and the sound was harsh, and JC could taste bitterness at the back f his throat when he swallowed, “so… what? You came here, expecting to find me emaciated and pining away?”
“I didn’t think that-”
“Oh, no?” Nick’s voice was biting, “then what the fuck *did* you think, JC?”
JC licked his lips. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Not this, but. I don’t know.”
“Well, stop it, JC,” Nick was growling, almost, and JC had to grind his teeth together to stop from asking Nick ‘how much to stop you looking so fuckable?’ or worse, ‘how much to fuck you?’ “Stop it, because you. You have no fucking right. None.”
And for a second, JC wanted to know how it would feel to have that right. “I. Right. You’re right.” He licked his lips, again. “I’m sorry.”
Nick sounded tired when he responded, and his head hung in defeat. “Just. Just go, JC. Go.”
So JC went.
cam; lesbian; emaciated; ethical; princess
JC dropped onto his bed, exhausted, barely able to keep his eyes open. His jacket and long pants were strewn across the floor, and as Howie waded into the room from the toilet, he raised an eyebrow, “Hey, you’re supposed to be the anal one around here.”
JC stirred as he shifted into a more comfortable position.
“So, the whole lesbian-camera deal was pretty tiring, I gather. How’d you swing it anyway?”
JC half sighed, muttering with a little yawn, “Grabbed a cam off his table and rolled it, taped the lesbians having sex. He got hard watching the tape after they left; just sucked him off.”
Howie whistled, shaking his head in amazement, “And you swung seven fifty.”
“Standard rates,” JC’s reply was sleepy, and Howie patted his leg, carefully gentle.
“All right. You get your rest - I’m gonna go now.” All he got in reply was a confused, sleep-induced grunt. Howie rolled his eyes, grinning affectionately at the sleeping man, “You can be such a fucking princess.”
When JC finally woke up, it was late into the night, probably about one am, judging by the color of the sky. He yawned, stretching to ease the kinks in his neck, and shut his eyes in frustration when the thought, Is Nick sleeping yet? Popped into his head.
“It’s just. It’s not *ethical*,” he mumbled aloud. It would probably destroy them both. Jealousy would kill Nick, and JC wouldn’t do that. Couldn’t.
But, he thought slowly, maybe visiting him wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
JC hadn’t anticipated a celebratory dinner in honor of the fact he’d bothered to look Nick up; hadn’t even thought about how Nick would look, or what Nick would say, but he *definitely*, definitely hadn’t imagined, in his wildest dreams, that he’d find Nick in bed with someone else, naked from the waist up.
“Justin, you should go now.” Nick said quietly, and the stranger moved away, grabbing a shirt and tugging it over his head without question. JC wondered who he was, and then wondered when he’d started feeling this protective over Nick.
There was a hint of something dark coloring Justin’s eyes as he glanced at JC momentarily before stepping out into the driveway, the door shutting softly behind his retreating shadow.
“Why are you here?” Nick’s voice was cold, and JC snapped out of his trance.
“I. I just thought. When you called, you sounded…” he broke off, trying to sound nonchalant, “Who was that guy?”
Nick glared at him, “I don’t think you have the right to ask. JC, why are you here?”
JC bit his lip to hold back a retort, and said softly, instead, “I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
Nick laughed, and the sound was harsh, and JC could taste bitterness at the back f his throat when he swallowed, “so… what? You came here, expecting to find me emaciated and pining away?”
“I didn’t think that-”
“Oh, no?” Nick’s voice was biting, “then what the fuck *did* you think, JC?”
JC licked his lips. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “Not this, but. I don’t know.”
“Well, stop it, JC,” Nick was growling, almost, and JC had to grind his teeth together to stop from asking Nick ‘how much to stop you looking so fuckable?’ or worse, ‘how much to fuck you?’ “Stop it, because you. You have no fucking right. None.”
And for a second, JC wanted to know how it would feel to have that right. “I. Right. You’re right.” He licked his lips, again. “I’m sorry.”
Nick sounded tired when he responded, and his head hung in defeat. “Just. Just go, JC. Go.”
So JC went.