Porcelain & Velvet 9/11
Author: Odd
Title: Porcelain & Velvet 9/11
Rating: NC-17 (series overall)
Word Count: 4,000
Warnings: Car crash (first part only), suicide and talk thereof, off-screen character death, prostitution
Summary: For this prompt on the kink meme. "Kurt loses his dad in High School & cannot pay for college. He meets someone who tells him about a high class brothel where he can sell his virginity & earn enough money for college over a short time…Blaine is Kurt's age, very well off…He buys Kurt's virginity." (Snipped a bit to omit potential spoilers and details that have been changed.)
Notes: Big thanks to Christine and fabrisse for helping me whip this into shape. Part ten is well underway, but it may take a couple of weeks because there's a lot going on and a little something extra to come with it. Again, please read the warnings.
Part one can be found here
"You are being ridiculous."
"Not being ridiculous," Blaine muttered, covers pulled over his head. "Being sick."
"The only kind of sick you are," Wes sighed as he tried to tug away the covers from Blaine's hands, "is the kind that comes from not showering more."
"I'll have you know there are some societies that never bathe," Blaine said very seriously. "They say it better prepares them for battle."
"Only if their enemies get close enough to smell them," Wes said, finally yanking the covers from Blaine's grasp and throwing them to the side. "I have to live with you, and I say this victory is mine. You haven't left the house in almost two weeks, and if you don't get yourself cleaned up and give the room a chance to air out soon, my mom's going to have an inspector come to see if something died inside the wall." Blaine gave him a withering look, and Wes's eyes bugged in disbelief. "Do you want me to show you the printouts she has sitting on the kitchen counter? I think she thinks it was a raccoon."
"Fine," Blaine muttered, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "What do you have in mind? Another trip to the zoo?"
"The zoo is a delightful place," Wes said defensively. "I hear they may get a capybara soon."
"I'm sensing a theme," Blaine said darkly.
"What's that?" Wes asked with a frown.
"Rodents," Blaine answered. "Imaginary dead raccoons in the walls, potential capybara at the zoo, you're acting squirrely, and the whole thing is making me smell a rat."
"Raccoons aren't-" Wes began to say before Blaine's expression shut him up. "Fine. Think whatever you like, but think it while you're in the shower getting yourself less…battle ready."
"Squeak squeak," Blaine deadpanned as he ran a hand over the birds' nest that had taken hold where his hair could usually be found.
"I've put some of your clothes on the bathroom counter," Wes said, heading for the door. "If you think I'm letting you be seen in public wearing your soccer shorts and a T-shirt, you clearly haven't thought hard enough."
"Oh my god," Blaine said dumbly. "We really do act like an old married couple sometimes, don't we?"
Wes grinned. "Hey - we could both do a lot worse."
"Love you, too," Blaine laughed, then pulled off his shirt before heading into the bathroom.
---
Kurt sat on the floor in the corner of Ten D, one knee bent against his chest as the other leg stretched before him. His face was beginning to sweat under and around his blindfold, and he found himself wondering why he'd never noticed it happening before. 'Probably because you were too busy noticing other things,' he told himself.
Inside his mind he saw a calendar, and he shook his head as he contemplated how quickly things could go from dread to anticipation and vice versa. A handful of months ago, his plans for this point in his life involved spending as much time with his dad as he could and maybe doing some community theater. Picking and choosing which items from his wardrobe he would take with him, and which would be put on eBay to help him pay for new things once he'd arrived in New York and settled in enough to figure out what his new living space could handle.
Kurt's wardrobe had definitely been revamped recently, but as was turning out to be the case with all things in his life, it hadn't really happened the way he'd planned. He frowned at the thought of how much black he'd worn over the last couple of months, wondering if he'd ever be able to wear it again. Unfortunate, when one considered how versatile and slimming it was.
It was while he and Puck had been hauling his mother's old dresser into the portable on demand storage unit that Kurt had made the decision.
"That's it," he'd said, running a hand over its worn surface. "Nothing else."
"Are you serious?" Puck asked, eyebrow raised as he looked over Kurt's shoulder and into the still-full house.
"Yes," Kurt said simply. "Everything that really matters to me is already in here."
"But this is all junk," Puck said, looking around at the contents of the unit. "You've got, what? An old dresser, a chair that's probably lost half its stuffing, some weird glass table-thing, and a helmet? What about your clothes? I know you have to have more than you brought with you to the apartment."
Kurt gave a shrug and forced a tight smile. "I'll buy new ones when I get there," he said. "It'll be fun, walking into every store I've ever dreamed about and buying everything I want without blinking an eye at the price tags. Maybe I'll find a snooty sales clerk that I can revisit when I'm done and show her how much commission she lost."
"Dude," Puck had said with a shake of his head. "You've seen that Julia Roberts movie way too many times."
Now, back in Ten D, Kurt had to admit there might be a bit of truth to the observation. Still, it wasn't like he was hurting for money. Sue had assured him that Velvet's purchase was non-refundable, and Kurt's share was more than enough to cover his tuition and basic expenses for the next four years. Add in the life insurance money he'd soon receive along with everything else he'd inherited - the house, the garage, everything - and he'd never have to worry again, if he was careful. It was nice, knowing he had that kind of security. It was also vaguely disconcerting. It felt almost like too much money for one person to have without having earned it.
'Then again,' he thought to himself as he tapped the back of his head against the wall and continued to wait for someone he now knew would never come. 'It's not like it didn't come with a price.'
---
"Wes?"
"Yes, Blaine?"
"Where are we going?"
Wes grinned as he turned the wheel. "It's a surprise. I told you already."
"No offense," Blaine said with a grimace, "but your surprises don't usually end very well. Remember the farm? The circus?"
"Why do you always have to bring those up?" Wes groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you I didn't know you were allergic to nuts? Or afraid of clowns? Who's afraid of clowns? They're so happy!"
"They're horrifying!" Blaine cried. "There's a reason Stephen King used one as the symbol of absolute terror!"
Wes shook his head. "Fine," he said. "If I promise there aren't any clowns involved, will you calm down and trust me?"
"I notice you didn't mention nuts," Blaine frowned.
Wes fought not to laugh. "I think it's safe to assume there are nuts," he said, feeling somewhat proud of himself. "But I promise they don't pose any danger."
Blaine eyed him with suspicion, then shook his head as he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window. "Remind me why we're friends, again?" he muttered.
"Because of stuff like this," Wes said, and Blaine felt the car turn a corner.
"No," he said hollowly as he saw the building at the end of the block. "What are we doing here? Turn around. I'm not-"
"Yes," Wes said evenly as he put the car into park across the street. "you are. You were right about this guy, and I was wrong to try and interfere."
"So your way of apologizing is to interfere more?" Blaine asked. "How do you know that? How do you even know where this place is? Wes," he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. "What's going on?"
"Never mind," Wes said, unlocking all the doors and reaching across to open Blaine's door and click his seatbelt. "Just get in there and do what you have to do."
"I don't have to do anything!" Blaine protested as Wes began to shove him out of the car. He grabbed on to the door frame and held tight, even as Wes clambered into his seat and began to push him harder. "This is really immature, I hope you know!"
"Good!" Wes screamed. "Maybe I deserve to be a little immature every now and then! Maybe if I didn't always try to hard to be a gentleman, I wouldn't have freaked out so much when you told me! Maybe I would have paid more attention to how you felt than what I thought! Maybe-" he broke off as he grabbed hold of Blaine's shoulders and gave a firm push that sent both of them toppling out and onto the sidewalk; "maybe I wouldn't have almost wrecked what might be the second best thing that ever happened to you."
"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked, unable to hide his exasperation any longer.
"Do I need to spell it out to you?" Wes cried hysterically, one arm flung wildly toward the building. "Go in there, find your guy, and figure out a way to make this right!"
Blaine looked up at Wes with caution. "You really want me to do this," he said, and Wes nodded. Blaine took a deep breath as they disentangled and rose to their feet. "So tell me," he said as he brushed the dirt from the seat of his jeans. "What was the first best thing that ever happened to me?"
"Meeting me, of course," Wes said matter-of-factly, seconds before they both burst into laughter.
---
"I'm terribly sorry," the tiny brunette at his elbow said as she followed him down the hall toward the elevators. "But you no longer have any business here, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises."
"I have a quarter million dollars worth of business here," Blaine said, stepping inside and punching the button for the fourth floor. "Even more, if that's what it'll take." He found himself wondering how much more he really would give for the chance to make this work, and the lack of shock as the numbers climbed ever higher inside his head only helped convince him he was doing the right thing. "I left my checkbook in my other pants, but I promise I'll bring you a blank one when I come back next week."
She grabbed hold of his arm and looked at him with more ferocity than Blaine would have thought her capable of before. "You can take your check and shove it up you-"
"What's this?" came a voice from the end of the hall as the doors opened, and Blaine's heart sank.
'Oh, great,' he thought to himself. 'If this one doesn't nag me to death, the other one's gonna-'
"You're late," the muscle-bounce menace said, cutting off Blaine's thought before it could finish. "You know, it's rude to keep a person waiting."
"Yeah, I…got held up a little," Blaine said weakly as he did his best to maintain eye contact.
"Shoulda' been here over an hour ago," Clo Clo said, crossing his arms against his chest as he leaned against the door. "That's enough to get most appointments cancelled."
"Look," Blaine pleaded, "can I please just go in? I'm here now, everything's been paid for, I just-"
"Right on in," Clo Clo said, stepping to the side and turning a knob to throw the door open. "Be my guest."
Blaine felt a cold chill fall over himself when he looked inside and saw Porcelain slumped against the wall. His head shot up in the direction of the door at the sound of it banging against the wall, uncertainty apparent even with his eyes under wraps.
"What are you doing!?!?!" he heard the receptionist yelling as he shot past her and into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He heard the familiar sound of the lock falling into place, and then, just barely, a response.
"Much as I wanna pound his midget ass into the carpet, I can't do anything unless he does something first. I'm just giving him the rope he needs tie his own noose."
---
It took a moment for Kurt to register the commotion going on out in the hall. It took another few seconds to process who was involved. When he heard the shouting and the slam of the door, his head had shot up out of reflex, even though he knew it wouldn't do him much good. His head was swimming, and without the ability to see what was going on, he found himself reaching out and grabbing at the wall behind him. He needed something to ground himself, and he would take whatever he could get. He'd just made contact with one hand and shoved himself more or less upright when he felt a weight descend on him and the warmth of Velvet's lips on his cheek.
"I'm so sorry," came the whispered words against his ear. "So, so sorry…forgive me?"
Gentle hands cupped his face, and Kurt spread his legs to let the other body fall more closely against him. Kurt gave a whimper as their lips met, and he felt his entire body begin to melt into an easy ebb and flow that followed Velvet's actions. "Yes," he finally managed to breathe when their lips parted, and the sigh of relief that followed was unmistakable.
"I want to tell you every-" Velvet began, and Kurt's head shot up with alarm. He shook it wildly and lifted a hand to fumble about until his fingers found their way to Velvet's lips.
"Don't say anything," Kurt mouthed deliberately. "They can hear." He felt Velvet's posture shift, and his lips purse beneath Kurt's fingertips. "They put them here when I was gone." Velvet tried to mutter a response, and Kurt pressed his fingers in harder, shaking his head the whole time. "I know," he mouthed simply. "Why you're here."
"I'm…sorry," Velvet whispered after a moment's pause. "I didn't…you were…" The silence seemed to last forever, and when Kurt felt himself thrown back against the floor as Velvet's body pressed close against him and his hands grabbed at Kurt's waist, he wondered for a moment if he'd been wrong all along. That is, until, he felt Velvet tenderly dragging his tongue along the side of Kurt's face. "Did you mean what you said?" he felt more than heard whispered against his ear, and he nodded as he clutched tight to Velvet's shoulders. "Give me your hand," came the muffled response, and Kurt gave a little start as he felt Velvet take his wrist and guide his hand toward his face. Long lashes ticked his fingertips as Velvet moved his fingertips to eye level, then slipped away as Kurt's hand was lowered to press against a warm chest. "I…love…you," Velvet whispered softly, pressing Kurt's palm against his own ribcage, the lack of volume not enough to hide the quaver in his voice.
Kurt didn't say anything, but slid his arms around Velvet's neck and arched upward. He gave a soft gasp at the feel of their bodies brushing against one another and quickly did it again before he could lose his nerve. He was mostly hard already, and it felt like Velvet wasn't too far off, himself.
"The contract," came a weak protest as Velvet broke away and lifted his weight off of him.
"Fuck the contract," Kurt breathed, snaking his arms around Velvet's body and pulling him in close. He kissed him deeply and rocked his hips upward against the body beneath him. "I need to feel you. I need to know you're really here."
"I'm really-ohhh…" came the response, and it wasn't long until the two of them were desperately clinging to one another; clutching and grinding and kissing and touching and -
Kurt gave a soft mewl, followed by a whimper as the friction between them became too much. His whole body seemed to tense up for fraction of a second, then relaxed all at once as a wave of blissful release fell over him. Almost immediately after, he felt Velvet's hips grind in harder against him as a loud moan filled the room.
Kurt barely had a moment to register and delight in the fact that he'd made another boy come before he heard the slam of the door being thrown open, followed by Velvet's scream as his weight was lifted from Kurt and pulled away.
---
Even as he thought it, Blaine knew that thinking about how humiliating it was to be thrown over some guy's shoulder while he was still mostly hard and his come was making a damp spot on his jeans was probably not the primary concern he should be having. 'I'll bet some guys would pay a lot of money for this kind of thing,' he found himself thinking, then groaned as he realized that technically, he was paying for it.
"Don't get your hopes up, twerp. This isn't foreplay."
"What?" Blaine asked with a frown as he kicked his legs and tried to wriggle out of the other guy's grasp. "I wasn't- put me down!"
"Not 'til we get to Coach's," Clo Clo said as the elevator doors closed behind them. He hit the button for the ground floor and gave a tight laugh as he shifted to better distribute Blaine's weight. "Once we're there, you're gonna wish you never came. Literally. Don't pretend you didn't, because I can feel the evidence and I gotta tell you, man - it's pretty gross."
Blaine groaned, his cheeks even more flushed than before. "How did you know so fast?"
He grunted. "Dude, I don't think there's anyone here who doesn't know what you just got yourself up to. We get all kinds here, but I don't think any of them were as loud as you."
Blaine frowned as the doors opened and he was carried out and into the hall toward the leasing office. He gave a cry of pain and protest as they entered the manager's office and his head banged against the doorframe, but Clo Clo just grinned as he unceremoniously dropped him to the ground. "Oops. My bad."
"I'm sure," Blaine muttered, wincing as he got to his feet.
"Sure of what, my Lilliputian lad?" he heard come from behind, and he spun to find Sue facing him, a large smoothie in her hand. "That everyone for a mile just heard the repulsive sound of you throwing away enough money to buy a personal appearance from Paris Hilton?" She paused. "That's a two thousand two figure. I'm sure it's come down considerably since the last time I inquired."
"I didn't-" Blaine began to protest, before the sight of Clo Clo's glare threw him before he could finish. "I didn't start it," he said weakly a couple of minutes later, once the feel of everyone's eyes on him became too much to take.
"Whether or not you started it, it's pretty obvious you finished," Sue said before taking a pull from her smoothie. "That means you are in violation of our contract, and it also means I am no longer under obligation to fulfill my end. Porcelain's end. This is the end," she said, gesturing randomly with her smoothie as she shrugged. "You will now be escorted from the premises and-"
"Excuse me," came a quiet voice from the doorway, and Blaine turned, open-mouthed, to find Porcelain standing there, holding tight to the frame and eyes still covered as a sullen-looking young woman in black leather stood at his elbow. "I don't suppose my opinion counts."
Sue's eyes flicked toward the door, and Blaine couldn't help but notice the way her expression faltered for just an instant. "That would depend on what your opinion is," she said darkly, sinking back into her chair.
"I think the contract should be honored," Kurt said simply. "I was the one who initiated tonight's…activity, and if anyone should be held accountable, it should be me."
"And how do you think I should go about that?" Sue asked him, though her eyes stayed locked on Blaine. "No," she said firmly. "This one's proven he can't be trusted, and that means he's no longer a welcome customer. I will be in contact with the individual who placed the second highest bid, and you will meet-"
"Then I quit," Porcelain said, cutting her off and causing everyone's eyes to widen. Except for the girl standing beside him, that was. If anything, hers narrowed above her dark red smirk. "You'll probably find a way to keep his money, but you can't get any more from someone else if I'm not willing to comply."
"You haven't been paid yet," Sue said, staring at Porcelain intently as she ran her thumb along the edge of her cup. "You would be leaving here with nothing."
"I've already done the work half the payment you've already received was for. I'm fairly certain I could find a lawyer who'd be willing to help me get it, but that would bring the courts into things and…" he hummed softly. "I think we'd all prefer to settle this among ourselves."
Sue's eyes narrowed as she looked from Porcelain to Blaine and back and forth again. "Fine," she said I a tight voice. "If the dapper diminutive here agrees-"
"I agree," Blaine said before he could stop himself. "If Porcelain is willing to fulfill his end of the bargain, I would still like to collect my prize."
Sue snarled and hurled her cup against the wall, causing Blaine to flinch as it spattered against the wall in a disturbingly chunky flesh-colored mess. "You get one overly-lacquered hair out of place," she said, sneering as she leaned in and pointed a finger in Blaine's face. "And I will destroy you.
"Specs," she called out, leaning back in her chair as the pasty-faced guy with the glasses entered the room. "I think we're done here. Please have Rachel escort Porcelain and Satana back to their quarters while Clo Clo takes out the trash. You and I have some things we need to discuss."
"I'll show myself out," the young woman said sarcastically as she followed Specs out of the room.
He returned a moment later with the receptionist in tow, and the moment that she took Porcelain by the elbow, Clo Clo turned his attention back to Blaine. "I'm giving you three seconds to get up before I pick that chair up with you still in it and dump your sorry ass out onto the porch."
"I'm up, I'm up," Blaine said, scrambling to his feet and narrowly avoiding knocking the chair over. "You don't have to - I'm going to-" he stammered, doing his best to shuffle out of Clo Clo's reach on his way to the door. "See you next week!" he called out as Clo Clo reached out and barely missed grabbing the sleeve of Blaine's polo shirt. It may have been a narrow escape, but it was an escape, nonetheless. For that, among other things, Blaine was feeling particularly grateful.
---
In the corner of the tiny office, a man quietly continued to dust a large potted plant beside the window. He looked out the window as the boy everyone called Velvet clambered into a waiting Toyota with the anxious boy he'd seen the week before sitting behind the wheel. 'Friends' he thought to himself as he nodded. 'It's good they have each other.'
He picked up a bottle of glass cleaner from his cart and sprayed it some at the window. He took a cloth from his apron and wiped methodically, careful not to give any sign that he was paying attention to anything else. If he did, they might remember he was there. Even more, they might remember that he was more than merely furniture.
Everyone knew that Specs was Sue's eyes and ears.
No one ever noticed that Boo Boo had eyes and ears of his own.
Part Ten
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Title: Porcelain & Velvet 9/11
Rating: NC-17 (series overall)
Word Count: 4,000
Warnings: Car crash (first part only), suicide and talk thereof, off-screen character death, prostitution
Summary: For this prompt on the kink meme. "Kurt loses his dad in High School & cannot pay for college. He meets someone who tells him about a high class brothel where he can sell his virginity & earn enough money for college over a short time…Blaine is Kurt's age, very well off…He buys Kurt's virginity." (Snipped a bit to omit potential spoilers and details that have been changed.)
Notes: Big thanks to Christine and fabrisse for helping me whip this into shape. Part ten is well underway, but it may take a couple of weeks because there's a lot going on and a little something extra to come with it. Again, please read the warnings.
Part one can be found here
"You are being ridiculous."
"Not being ridiculous," Blaine muttered, covers pulled over his head. "Being sick."
"The only kind of sick you are," Wes sighed as he tried to tug away the covers from Blaine's hands, "is the kind that comes from not showering more."
"I'll have you know there are some societies that never bathe," Blaine said very seriously. "They say it better prepares them for battle."
"Only if their enemies get close enough to smell them," Wes said, finally yanking the covers from Blaine's grasp and throwing them to the side. "I have to live with you, and I say this victory is mine. You haven't left the house in almost two weeks, and if you don't get yourself cleaned up and give the room a chance to air out soon, my mom's going to have an inspector come to see if something died inside the wall." Blaine gave him a withering look, and Wes's eyes bugged in disbelief. "Do you want me to show you the printouts she has sitting on the kitchen counter? I think she thinks it was a raccoon."
"Fine," Blaine muttered, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. "What do you have in mind? Another trip to the zoo?"
"The zoo is a delightful place," Wes said defensively. "I hear they may get a capybara soon."
"I'm sensing a theme," Blaine said darkly.
"What's that?" Wes asked with a frown.
"Rodents," Blaine answered. "Imaginary dead raccoons in the walls, potential capybara at the zoo, you're acting squirrely, and the whole thing is making me smell a rat."
"Raccoons aren't-" Wes began to say before Blaine's expression shut him up. "Fine. Think whatever you like, but think it while you're in the shower getting yourself less…battle ready."
"Squeak squeak," Blaine deadpanned as he ran a hand over the birds' nest that had taken hold where his hair could usually be found.
"I've put some of your clothes on the bathroom counter," Wes said, heading for the door. "If you think I'm letting you be seen in public wearing your soccer shorts and a T-shirt, you clearly haven't thought hard enough."
"Oh my god," Blaine said dumbly. "We really do act like an old married couple sometimes, don't we?"
Wes grinned. "Hey - we could both do a lot worse."
"Love you, too," Blaine laughed, then pulled off his shirt before heading into the bathroom.
---
Kurt sat on the floor in the corner of Ten D, one knee bent against his chest as the other leg stretched before him. His face was beginning to sweat under and around his blindfold, and he found himself wondering why he'd never noticed it happening before. 'Probably because you were too busy noticing other things,' he told himself.
Inside his mind he saw a calendar, and he shook his head as he contemplated how quickly things could go from dread to anticipation and vice versa. A handful of months ago, his plans for this point in his life involved spending as much time with his dad as he could and maybe doing some community theater. Picking and choosing which items from his wardrobe he would take with him, and which would be put on eBay to help him pay for new things once he'd arrived in New York and settled in enough to figure out what his new living space could handle.
Kurt's wardrobe had definitely been revamped recently, but as was turning out to be the case with all things in his life, it hadn't really happened the way he'd planned. He frowned at the thought of how much black he'd worn over the last couple of months, wondering if he'd ever be able to wear it again. Unfortunate, when one considered how versatile and slimming it was.
It was while he and Puck had been hauling his mother's old dresser into the portable on demand storage unit that Kurt had made the decision.
"That's it," he'd said, running a hand over its worn surface. "Nothing else."
"Are you serious?" Puck asked, eyebrow raised as he looked over Kurt's shoulder and into the still-full house.
"Yes," Kurt said simply. "Everything that really matters to me is already in here."
"But this is all junk," Puck said, looking around at the contents of the unit. "You've got, what? An old dresser, a chair that's probably lost half its stuffing, some weird glass table-thing, and a helmet? What about your clothes? I know you have to have more than you brought with you to the apartment."
Kurt gave a shrug and forced a tight smile. "I'll buy new ones when I get there," he said. "It'll be fun, walking into every store I've ever dreamed about and buying everything I want without blinking an eye at the price tags. Maybe I'll find a snooty sales clerk that I can revisit when I'm done and show her how much commission she lost."
"Dude," Puck had said with a shake of his head. "You've seen that Julia Roberts movie way too many times."
Now, back in Ten D, Kurt had to admit there might be a bit of truth to the observation. Still, it wasn't like he was hurting for money. Sue had assured him that Velvet's purchase was non-refundable, and Kurt's share was more than enough to cover his tuition and basic expenses for the next four years. Add in the life insurance money he'd soon receive along with everything else he'd inherited - the house, the garage, everything - and he'd never have to worry again, if he was careful. It was nice, knowing he had that kind of security. It was also vaguely disconcerting. It felt almost like too much money for one person to have without having earned it.
'Then again,' he thought to himself as he tapped the back of his head against the wall and continued to wait for someone he now knew would never come. 'It's not like it didn't come with a price.'
---
"Wes?"
"Yes, Blaine?"
"Where are we going?"
Wes grinned as he turned the wheel. "It's a surprise. I told you already."
"No offense," Blaine said with a grimace, "but your surprises don't usually end very well. Remember the farm? The circus?"
"Why do you always have to bring those up?" Wes groaned. "How many times do I have to tell you I didn't know you were allergic to nuts? Or afraid of clowns? Who's afraid of clowns? They're so happy!"
"They're horrifying!" Blaine cried. "There's a reason Stephen King used one as the symbol of absolute terror!"
Wes shook his head. "Fine," he said. "If I promise there aren't any clowns involved, will you calm down and trust me?"
"I notice you didn't mention nuts," Blaine frowned.
Wes fought not to laugh. "I think it's safe to assume there are nuts," he said, feeling somewhat proud of himself. "But I promise they don't pose any danger."
Blaine eyed him with suspicion, then shook his head as he closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window. "Remind me why we're friends, again?" he muttered.
"Because of stuff like this," Wes said, and Blaine felt the car turn a corner.
"No," he said hollowly as he saw the building at the end of the block. "What are we doing here? Turn around. I'm not-"
"Yes," Wes said evenly as he put the car into park across the street. "you are. You were right about this guy, and I was wrong to try and interfere."
"So your way of apologizing is to interfere more?" Blaine asked. "How do you know that? How do you even know where this place is? Wes," he groaned, his head falling back against the headrest. "What's going on?"
"Never mind," Wes said, unlocking all the doors and reaching across to open Blaine's door and click his seatbelt. "Just get in there and do what you have to do."
"I don't have to do anything!" Blaine protested as Wes began to shove him out of the car. He grabbed on to the door frame and held tight, even as Wes clambered into his seat and began to push him harder. "This is really immature, I hope you know!"
"Good!" Wes screamed. "Maybe I deserve to be a little immature every now and then! Maybe if I didn't always try to hard to be a gentleman, I wouldn't have freaked out so much when you told me! Maybe I would have paid more attention to how you felt than what I thought! Maybe-" he broke off as he grabbed hold of Blaine's shoulders and gave a firm push that sent both of them toppling out and onto the sidewalk; "maybe I wouldn't have almost wrecked what might be the second best thing that ever happened to you."
"What are you talking about?" Blaine asked, unable to hide his exasperation any longer.
"Do I need to spell it out to you?" Wes cried hysterically, one arm flung wildly toward the building. "Go in there, find your guy, and figure out a way to make this right!"
Blaine looked up at Wes with caution. "You really want me to do this," he said, and Wes nodded. Blaine took a deep breath as they disentangled and rose to their feet. "So tell me," he said as he brushed the dirt from the seat of his jeans. "What was the first best thing that ever happened to me?"
"Meeting me, of course," Wes said matter-of-factly, seconds before they both burst into laughter.
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"I'm terribly sorry," the tiny brunette at his elbow said as she followed him down the hall toward the elevators. "But you no longer have any business here, and I'm going to have to ask you to leave the premises."
"I have a quarter million dollars worth of business here," Blaine said, stepping inside and punching the button for the fourth floor. "Even more, if that's what it'll take." He found himself wondering how much more he really would give for the chance to make this work, and the lack of shock as the numbers climbed ever higher inside his head only helped convince him he was doing the right thing. "I left my checkbook in my other pants, but I promise I'll bring you a blank one when I come back next week."
She grabbed hold of his arm and looked at him with more ferocity than Blaine would have thought her capable of before. "You can take your check and shove it up you-"
"What's this?" came a voice from the end of the hall as the doors opened, and Blaine's heart sank.
'Oh, great,' he thought to himself. 'If this one doesn't nag me to death, the other one's gonna-'
"You're late," the muscle-bounce menace said, cutting off Blaine's thought before it could finish. "You know, it's rude to keep a person waiting."
"Yeah, I…got held up a little," Blaine said weakly as he did his best to maintain eye contact.
"Shoulda' been here over an hour ago," Clo Clo said, crossing his arms against his chest as he leaned against the door. "That's enough to get most appointments cancelled."
"Look," Blaine pleaded, "can I please just go in? I'm here now, everything's been paid for, I just-"
"Right on in," Clo Clo said, stepping to the side and turning a knob to throw the door open. "Be my guest."
Blaine felt a cold chill fall over himself when he looked inside and saw Porcelain slumped against the wall. His head shot up in the direction of the door at the sound of it banging against the wall, uncertainty apparent even with his eyes under wraps.
"What are you doing!?!?!" he heard the receptionist yelling as he shot past her and into the room, pulling the door shut behind him. He heard the familiar sound of the lock falling into place, and then, just barely, a response.
"Much as I wanna pound his midget ass into the carpet, I can't do anything unless he does something first. I'm just giving him the rope he needs tie his own noose."
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It took a moment for Kurt to register the commotion going on out in the hall. It took another few seconds to process who was involved. When he heard the shouting and the slam of the door, his head had shot up out of reflex, even though he knew it wouldn't do him much good. His head was swimming, and without the ability to see what was going on, he found himself reaching out and grabbing at the wall behind him. He needed something to ground himself, and he would take whatever he could get. He'd just made contact with one hand and shoved himself more or less upright when he felt a weight descend on him and the warmth of Velvet's lips on his cheek.
"I'm so sorry," came the whispered words against his ear. "So, so sorry…forgive me?"
Gentle hands cupped his face, and Kurt spread his legs to let the other body fall more closely against him. Kurt gave a whimper as their lips met, and he felt his entire body begin to melt into an easy ebb and flow that followed Velvet's actions. "Yes," he finally managed to breathe when their lips parted, and the sigh of relief that followed was unmistakable.
"I want to tell you every-" Velvet began, and Kurt's head shot up with alarm. He shook it wildly and lifted a hand to fumble about until his fingers found their way to Velvet's lips.
"Don't say anything," Kurt mouthed deliberately. "They can hear." He felt Velvet's posture shift, and his lips purse beneath Kurt's fingertips. "They put them here when I was gone." Velvet tried to mutter a response, and Kurt pressed his fingers in harder, shaking his head the whole time. "I know," he mouthed simply. "Why you're here."
"I'm…sorry," Velvet whispered after a moment's pause. "I didn't…you were…" The silence seemed to last forever, and when Kurt felt himself thrown back against the floor as Velvet's body pressed close against him and his hands grabbed at Kurt's waist, he wondered for a moment if he'd been wrong all along. That is, until, he felt Velvet tenderly dragging his tongue along the side of Kurt's face. "Did you mean what you said?" he felt more than heard whispered against his ear, and he nodded as he clutched tight to Velvet's shoulders. "Give me your hand," came the muffled response, and Kurt gave a little start as he felt Velvet take his wrist and guide his hand toward his face. Long lashes ticked his fingertips as Velvet moved his fingertips to eye level, then slipped away as Kurt's hand was lowered to press against a warm chest. "I…love…you," Velvet whispered softly, pressing Kurt's palm against his own ribcage, the lack of volume not enough to hide the quaver in his voice.
Kurt didn't say anything, but slid his arms around Velvet's neck and arched upward. He gave a soft gasp at the feel of their bodies brushing against one another and quickly did it again before he could lose his nerve. He was mostly hard already, and it felt like Velvet wasn't too far off, himself.
"The contract," came a weak protest as Velvet broke away and lifted his weight off of him.
"Fuck the contract," Kurt breathed, snaking his arms around Velvet's body and pulling him in close. He kissed him deeply and rocked his hips upward against the body beneath him. "I need to feel you. I need to know you're really here."
"I'm really-ohhh…" came the response, and it wasn't long until the two of them were desperately clinging to one another; clutching and grinding and kissing and touching and -
Kurt gave a soft mewl, followed by a whimper as the friction between them became too much. His whole body seemed to tense up for fraction of a second, then relaxed all at once as a wave of blissful release fell over him. Almost immediately after, he felt Velvet's hips grind in harder against him as a loud moan filled the room.
Kurt barely had a moment to register and delight in the fact that he'd made another boy come before he heard the slam of the door being thrown open, followed by Velvet's scream as his weight was lifted from Kurt and pulled away.
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Even as he thought it, Blaine knew that thinking about how humiliating it was to be thrown over some guy's shoulder while he was still mostly hard and his come was making a damp spot on his jeans was probably not the primary concern he should be having. 'I'll bet some guys would pay a lot of money for this kind of thing,' he found himself thinking, then groaned as he realized that technically, he was paying for it.
"Don't get your hopes up, twerp. This isn't foreplay."
"What?" Blaine asked with a frown as he kicked his legs and tried to wriggle out of the other guy's grasp. "I wasn't- put me down!"
"Not 'til we get to Coach's," Clo Clo said as the elevator doors closed behind them. He hit the button for the ground floor and gave a tight laugh as he shifted to better distribute Blaine's weight. "Once we're there, you're gonna wish you never came. Literally. Don't pretend you didn't, because I can feel the evidence and I gotta tell you, man - it's pretty gross."
Blaine groaned, his cheeks even more flushed than before. "How did you know so fast?"
He grunted. "Dude, I don't think there's anyone here who doesn't know what you just got yourself up to. We get all kinds here, but I don't think any of them were as loud as you."
Blaine frowned as the doors opened and he was carried out and into the hall toward the leasing office. He gave a cry of pain and protest as they entered the manager's office and his head banged against the doorframe, but Clo Clo just grinned as he unceremoniously dropped him to the ground. "Oops. My bad."
"I'm sure," Blaine muttered, wincing as he got to his feet.
"Sure of what, my Lilliputian lad?" he heard come from behind, and he spun to find Sue facing him, a large smoothie in her hand. "That everyone for a mile just heard the repulsive sound of you throwing away enough money to buy a personal appearance from Paris Hilton?" She paused. "That's a two thousand two figure. I'm sure it's come down considerably since the last time I inquired."
"I didn't-" Blaine began to protest, before the sight of Clo Clo's glare threw him before he could finish. "I didn't start it," he said weakly a couple of minutes later, once the feel of everyone's eyes on him became too much to take.
"Whether or not you started it, it's pretty obvious you finished," Sue said before taking a pull from her smoothie. "That means you are in violation of our contract, and it also means I am no longer under obligation to fulfill my end. Porcelain's end. This is the end," she said, gesturing randomly with her smoothie as she shrugged. "You will now be escorted from the premises and-"
"Excuse me," came a quiet voice from the doorway, and Blaine turned, open-mouthed, to find Porcelain standing there, holding tight to the frame and eyes still covered as a sullen-looking young woman in black leather stood at his elbow. "I don't suppose my opinion counts."
Sue's eyes flicked toward the door, and Blaine couldn't help but notice the way her expression faltered for just an instant. "That would depend on what your opinion is," she said darkly, sinking back into her chair.
"I think the contract should be honored," Kurt said simply. "I was the one who initiated tonight's…activity, and if anyone should be held accountable, it should be me."
"And how do you think I should go about that?" Sue asked him, though her eyes stayed locked on Blaine. "No," she said firmly. "This one's proven he can't be trusted, and that means he's no longer a welcome customer. I will be in contact with the individual who placed the second highest bid, and you will meet-"
"Then I quit," Porcelain said, cutting her off and causing everyone's eyes to widen. Except for the girl standing beside him, that was. If anything, hers narrowed above her dark red smirk. "You'll probably find a way to keep his money, but you can't get any more from someone else if I'm not willing to comply."
"You haven't been paid yet," Sue said, staring at Porcelain intently as she ran her thumb along the edge of her cup. "You would be leaving here with nothing."
"I've already done the work half the payment you've already received was for. I'm fairly certain I could find a lawyer who'd be willing to help me get it, but that would bring the courts into things and…" he hummed softly. "I think we'd all prefer to settle this among ourselves."
Sue's eyes narrowed as she looked from Porcelain to Blaine and back and forth again. "Fine," she said I a tight voice. "If the dapper diminutive here agrees-"
"I agree," Blaine said before he could stop himself. "If Porcelain is willing to fulfill his end of the bargain, I would still like to collect my prize."
Sue snarled and hurled her cup against the wall, causing Blaine to flinch as it spattered against the wall in a disturbingly chunky flesh-colored mess. "You get one overly-lacquered hair out of place," she said, sneering as she leaned in and pointed a finger in Blaine's face. "And I will destroy you.
"Specs," she called out, leaning back in her chair as the pasty-faced guy with the glasses entered the room. "I think we're done here. Please have Rachel escort Porcelain and Satana back to their quarters while Clo Clo takes out the trash. You and I have some things we need to discuss."
"I'll show myself out," the young woman said sarcastically as she followed Specs out of the room.
He returned a moment later with the receptionist in tow, and the moment that she took Porcelain by the elbow, Clo Clo turned his attention back to Blaine. "I'm giving you three seconds to get up before I pick that chair up with you still in it and dump your sorry ass out onto the porch."
"I'm up, I'm up," Blaine said, scrambling to his feet and narrowly avoiding knocking the chair over. "You don't have to - I'm going to-" he stammered, doing his best to shuffle out of Clo Clo's reach on his way to the door. "See you next week!" he called out as Clo Clo reached out and barely missed grabbing the sleeve of Blaine's polo shirt. It may have been a narrow escape, but it was an escape, nonetheless. For that, among other things, Blaine was feeling particularly grateful.
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In the corner of the tiny office, a man quietly continued to dust a large potted plant beside the window. He looked out the window as the boy everyone called Velvet clambered into a waiting Toyota with the anxious boy he'd seen the week before sitting behind the wheel. 'Friends' he thought to himself as he nodded. 'It's good they have each other.'
He picked up a bottle of glass cleaner from his cart and sprayed it some at the window. He took a cloth from his apron and wiped methodically, careful not to give any sign that he was paying attention to anything else. If he did, they might remember he was there. Even more, they might remember that he was more than merely furniture.
Everyone knew that Specs was Sue's eyes and ears.
No one ever noticed that Boo Boo had eyes and ears of his own.
Part Ten
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