New fic! Walk on the Wild Side.
Title: Walk on the Wild Side.
Pairings: Ian/Anthony, mentions of Ian/others
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17. Underage (not graphic). Prostitution.
Summary: Ian is a part time prostitute. One night he gets a customer who changes his life.
A/N: I feel like this story wrote itself, and I was just there to type it. This fic deals with some dark themes, but it isn't too depressing. Also LJ is being a bitch cause the post is too large. 11,000 words is not that much, right :p anyway the next part is in my next post, don't worry.
Previous chapters: none.
It was cold outside. Ian shivered in his too thin shirt, wishing he could wear his coat. Unfortunately for him, his line of work did not allow for too many clothes; it might put the customers off. He was leaning against a street light, all alone in an abandoned street. Business had been slow tonight; so far he'd only had one client. Ian had been saving money to get his window fixed, and he had hoped that tonight he would make enough to finally get it done.
Things had not always been this way. At one point in his life Ian could look forward to a bright future, filled with family and friends. That was all gone now, and it was his own fault. He should never have told his parents he was gay, nor his friends. Ian had been sixteen years old when he finally found the courage to tell his parents that he liked boys, not girls. He had expected his parents to get angry, or be disappointed, but he had also hoped they would accept him in the end. He had been wrong, and it had cost him dearly. His parents had thrown him out, yelling that he was no longer their son. Distraught, Ian had gone to a friend, who had let him in.
Over the next few months Ian had gone from one friend to another, never staying longer than a week. He hadn't dared to tell them why his parents had kicked him out, fearing they might do the same. Eventually though, the truth came out when the mother of one of his friends talked to his mother in a store. Most of his friends had abandoned him then, and the ones that stood by him got into such horrible fights with their parents that Ian had no choice but to leave. He wouldn't be responsible for other kids getting kicked out of their houses.
From then on Ian had lived on the streets, resorting to stealing food to stay alive. He only stole from large stores, knowing that no one there would lose a night's sleep over a missing orange or a bottle of water. After a month he had been caught, and he was sent to a juvenile detention center. It was there that he learned how to use his body to stay alive.
Ian had shared his cell with a big guy, who had made it clear that Ian's stay could be relatively pleasant, or very, very bad. There were many guards in the center, so the guy would never have gotten away with outright raping Ian, but he could easily beat him up and claim they had gotten into a fight. His cellmate gave Ian a choice: either give him regular blowjobs, or get beat up by him and his posse. Ian had refused at first, but after he was cornered by five guys he gave in. Three broken fingers, cracked ribs, and a broken nose had been enough for him.
His cellmate only demanded handjobs and blowjobs, probably aware that anything more might hurt Ian, which would be picked up on by the guards. Ian himself stopped caring after awhile, he was just glad that he was under protection of his cellmate now and that he was relatively safe.
Ian was released after two months in jail, with nothing but the clothes on his back. There he was, an underage high school drop-out, with no money and no friends. Ian knew he needed to get a place to live, and fast. It was already October, and Sacramento could get pretty cold during the winter. The problem was that you needed money to begin with. Even if he would only rent a crappy one room apartment, he would still need to pay the deposit and the first month of rent in one go. Ian did not have a single penny and he knew there was only one thing he could do to get a lot of money in a relatively short period of time. He would quit it immediately once he had saved up his earnings and gotten an apartment. After that he could go work at a fast food place or something.
That same night Ian had gone to the same spot he was standing in now and had waited for a man to pay for his body. Ian was aware that what he was doing made him a prostitute, a whore, but he had no other choice. He was out of options, and all that he had left was his body. The other hookers on the street had left him alone, all too drugged out to care. Ian had promised himself that he would never do drugs, a promise he had yet to break. It had not taken long for the first customer to approach him. Ian always referred to the men as customers or clients, it made him feel less of a prostitute than if he would use the words john or trick.
The man had come up to him and mumbled something about him being new. Ian had nodded, and the man had pushed a crumbled fifty dollar note in his hand before dragging him to a nearby alley. In that alley Ian had given his first “professional” blowjob. When he was done the man had petted his head and had walked away. Ian had stayed on his knees, and he had thrown up the moment the man was out of sight. He had refused to cry though, not wanting to admit to himself how broken he had felt in that moment.
Ian had not returned to the lamppost that night. He had found a cheap motel, bought some food and slept the rest of the night. The next day he had gone looking for cheap apartments. He had finally found one in one of the worst areas of Sacramento, but it had been the only one Ian could afford so soon. Ian had estimated that he would have to work for about two weeks, and then he could give the landlord the deposit and the rent for the first month. During that time he slept on a park bench, hiding his money behind some dumpsters. He had used some of it to buy new clothes and food, but he had saved most of it.
Unfortunately, after two weeks Ian still didn't have enough money and it was getting really cold. He had decided that more drastic measures where in order. A few days earlier a man had approached him and had asked him if he could fuck Ian. Ian had refused. He didn't want to lose his virginity that way. The customer must have sensed that Ian was still a virgin because he had offered him a large sum of money if he could be Ian's first. When Ian had still refused the man had given him his card, and had told him that if he changed his mind he could call him. A few days later Ian had called the man, who had picked him up and brought him to his house.
The experience itself had not been too bad. Sure, it wasn't what Ian had hoped, but it could have been worse. The man had even brought him back to “his” park bench. The best part about it though was that Ian finally had enough money to get his apartment. That had been seven years ago. Ian was now twenty-four and he worked in a Burger King. He had never finished high school, nor did he want to. He was just happy to be alive and that he had his own place, no matter how crappy it might be.
He did go back to the streets sometimes, if he really needed the money. A few years back he decided that he really needed a laptop and internet; after a week of prostituting he could already afford it. Last year he had broken his hand, and because he was not insured he needed to get the money from somewhere. Once again the choice was easily made. Three days ago some idiot had been throwing beer bottles around, and one of them had broken the window of Ian's apartment. That was how Ian found himself once again on the streets.
He wished he could get another customer soon, then he would be done for the night. He didn't have to work tomorrow and he had planned to stay in bed the entire day. His bed... Ian was really looking forward to going to sleep later, after taking a hot shower of course. He shifted his weight to his other leg, rubbing his thin arms to try to get warm.
Just when he was about to give up and head home, he saw a car approaching. After checking that it was not a police car, he stood up a bit straighter, showing off his unmarked arms. No one liked a drug addict, and Ian was always able to get relative good money for what he had to offer thanks to his unblemished skin. The black car stopped right where Ian was standing. The driver rolled the window down and beckoned Ian to come to him. Ian slowly sauntered up to him, swaying his hips a bit and running his hand through his hair.
When he got close enough to see the driver he knew immediately that this man had never hired a prostitute before. The man behind the wheel was looking nervously around him, licking his lips and smiling uncertainly at Ian. Ian smiled back at him, trying to make the man more comfortable. If he really was that inexperienced Ian could ask more money than he normally would, but he needed the man to be relaxed enough to go through with it. Ian stopped near the car, leaning his arms on the opened window. His potential customer was drop dead gorgeous. He might be sitting but Ian could tell that he was tall. His hair was dark, as were his eyes. He had a classical strong jawline, broad shoulders and nicely muscled arms. Ian dimly realized that this man was what some of the girls at his day job would call “tall, dark, and handsome”.
“Hey,” he whispered in a low voice, “can I help you with something, mister?”
The man's eyes widened. Definitely a first timer then. Ian mentally smiled. This might not be that bad of a night.
“Uhm, well, ehm...” The man trailed off, looking at Ian, eyes begging for help.
Ian knew he needed to take the initiative. “I presume you are looking for something tonight, am I right?”
The man nodded, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that's right. I'm looking for... entertainment, if you know what I mean.”
Ian licked his lips, leaning forward a bit more. “I think you have come to the right place then,” he purred, “I happen to be very good at certain forms of entertainment.”
The man swallowed before looking at Ian, obviously checking him out. Ian stepped back a bit, letting the man inspect him. It might be humiliating, but it was all part of the job. The man gave a brief nod.
“How much would it cost me?” He carefully asked Ian.
“80 for a blowjob, 200 for the whole thing.” Ian answered. He knew that these prices were not even that high, but he quite liked this man. On impulse he added: “500 for the night.”
His customer's eyes widened. Ian mentally punched himself. Why did he had to add that? Now his customer would leave, and Ian still wouldn't have enough money. He was such an idiot! Ian's thoughts were interrupted by the young man in the car.
“I'll take the whole night then,” he said softly, “I have booked a hotel room, is that okay?”
Ian stared at the man. Was he serious? What if he was some kind of serial killer, out for people who wouldn't be missed? He let his fingers glide over the hidden blade under his shirt. He took a good look at the customer. He didn't look like a serial killer, but then again, why would a handsome man like him go to a whore like Ian? He could get anyone he wanted. Ian took a step back. The man picked up on Ian's discomfort, because he looked down at his lap, suddenly dejected.
“I'm sorry, I don't know how this works. I've never done this before, and I was just... Nevermind, I'll just go. Sorry for wasting your time.” The man moved to roll up his window again, but Ian stopped him. His instinct had told him that the man wasn't lying.
“No it's alright. It's just that most of my clients don't book hotel rooms, you know? But I would like to go there with you. What's your name?”
The man's eyes lit up. “I'm Anthony, you?”
Something told Ian that it really was the man's name. It rolled too easily off his tongue to be fake. Ian never used his real name, it just didn't feel right. He had adopted the name “Max” when he did this work, the fake name allowing him to distance himself from what he was doing. However, for some reason when he opened his mouth to say: “I'm Max,” the words “I'm Ian,” came out. Ian panicked. Why did he give this stranger his real name? Anthony didn't seem to notice Ian's confusion.
“Nice to meet you, Ian. Hop in.” Anthony cheerfully said before rolling up his window again. Ian slowly moved to the passenger side of the car and slid in. It wasn't the first time he had gone with a stranger, but it never failed to make him a bit nervous. Fortunately Anthony seemed to be a bit nervous as well, and the car ride was spent in silence.
Once they had arrived at the hotel and had gotten out of the car, Ian had the opportunity to take a good look at Anthony. He had been right about his height, but Anthony was not so tall as to make things uncomfortable when they would have sex. He was actually the perfect height, just a little bit taller than Ian was. Ian took the time to check Anthony's clothes. They fit him well, and the man himself looked generally clean and hygienic. Once again Ian wondered why a man like him, who apparently was rich as well, judging by the fact he had booked a room in one of the best hotels in town, would resort to hiring a prostitute.
Ian suspected that the man might have some really weird fetishes that he couldn't try out with other people. Great. Just his luck. Instead of some poor, secretly gay but married man, he had gotten the weirdo. Ian still wasn't over the customer who wanted Ian to dress like a little schoolboy. Ian didn't mind some role playing, but that guy had probably actually been a pedophile. Ian just hoped that Anthony wouldn't be too weird.
Ian followed Anthony into the elevator, and they rode all the way up, still in silence. The room was located all the way to the back, and Ian imagined that the view would be magnificent. He wondered if Anthony would give him a moment to look outside. Anthony unlocked the door and held it open for Ian to go first. If Ian didn't know better he would think that Anthony was trying to be a gentleman.
The suite was beautiful, with a large bed right in the middle of the room. The curtains were closed, so Ian couldn't look outside, but he had plenty to see inside. The door to the bathroom was open, and Ian spotted a large bath and an actual rain shower. Ian swore to himself that if he should ever get rich, he would spend the night in a hotel just like this.
He turned around and saw Anthony standing in the middle of the room, looking at him. Showtime then. Ian slowly walked towards Anthony, giving his customer time to tell him what he wanted. Anthony didn't say anything, so Ian stopped right in front of him. Anthony stared at him, with something akin to wonder in his eyes.
“You are very beautiful, Ian. But I've never been with a, eh... I don't... This is my first time with a...” Anthony stuttered.
“You've never been with a hooker before?” Ian helpfully suggested. He wasn't ashamed of what he was, and he didn't like his customers to be ashamed either. Anthony nodded.
“That too. But also never...”
“With a man?” Ian guessed surprised. Anthony nodded and looked down, cheeks reddened.
Ian mentally did a little happy dance. Anthony's inexperience explained his behavior. He was probably not ready to come out yet, but was also horny as fuck. At least that was something Ian could solve.
“No problem. Just tell me what you like to do, okay?” Ian responded kindly.
Anthony nodded again. “I think I would like to kiss you, is that okay?”
Ian smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly on Anthony's. Most of his colleagues hated kissing their customers, saying that it was too intimate. Ian didn't particularly care. If you can give a guy a blowjob, you can also kiss him, in Ian's opinion. He did not move his lips very much, waiting for Anthony to take the initiative. After a moment Anthony wrapped his arms around Ian and opened his mouth. Ian immediately parted his lips as well, and carefully slid his tongue inside Anthony's mouth. Anthony slowly kissed him back, tongues twisting around each other, fighting for dominance. Ian, of course, let Anthony win; he was paying for this after all. After a moment Anthony ended the kiss, but remained standing close.
“Ian... I would like this to be as close to a normal sexual experience as possible. Like... like how it would be if we were actual lovers. So you can take the initiative too, like you would do with a boyfriend. Like equals.”
“You want to pretend we're boyfriends, having normal sex?” Ian asked with a fake smile. Anthony nodded. “Yes. And I want you to stay the night, after. So we can fall asleep together.”
Ian forced himself not to burst out laughing. Why on earth would Anthony want all that from him too? He could understand why Anthony would come to a man like Ian. Anthony was apparently gay, but too uncertain to go out and find someone to lose his virginity to. Ian could totally understand that part. But the whole “cuddling in bed thing”, that was something you should do with someone you loved, not a random hooker. But whatever. Money is money, and if this guy wanted to cuddle, well, then Ian would cuddle. So Ian suppressed the urge to laugh (he was a professional, after all), forced a sweet smile on his face and nodded. “Sure.”
The upside of Anthony's request was that Ian could now take the initiative and didn't have to wait for Anthony. He briefly kissed Anthony again, moving his hands to the bottom of Anthony's shirt. Ian expertly worked the shirt over Anthony's head, only breaking the kiss for a few seconds. He made quick work of his own shirt and pressed their bare chests together. Anthony let out a soft groan and tentatively touched Ian's back, before moving lower and grabbing Ian's ass. Ian let out a fake moan, encouraging Anthony to move his hands to the button on Ian's jeans.
Ian let Anthony fumble with the button. Anthony wanted it to be real, right? Well that's how sex was like in real relationship, Ian thought to himself. Not that he would know; he had never been a relationship. Anthony finally managed to undo the button and Ian wriggled out of his pants. He was skinny enough that he didn't need to unzip. He kicked of his shoes and socks and kissed Anthony again. Anthony, meanwhile, had also managed to take off his footwear and Ian helped him out of his pants.
They were now standing very close together, only wearing their boxers. Anthony was hard, Ian was halfway there. His partners usually didn't care if he got off too, so Ian never paid much attention to his own dick when he had sex. Ian slowly walked them backwards to the bed, never breaking the kiss. When they reached the bed, Ian softly pushed Anthony on it. Anthony looked at him with a lust-filled gaze and scooted backwards. Ian crawled after him, until he was kneeling between Anthony's open legs. He took a hold of Anthony's boxers and looked at Anthony to see if he was okay with what Ian was about to do. Ian saw a quick flash of uncertainty in his eyes, but when Anthony nodded Ian knew he had permission to take them off.
He carefully pulled them down, making sure Anthony's stiff cock wouldn't catch on the elastic band. Anthony bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks flushed red. Ian slid the boxers all the way off, while simultaneously checking out Anthony's cock. Ian had found that you could tell a lot about a man by his cock. Fortunately Anthony's dick looked clean, and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Ian sighed in relief. He liked cocks, but some of them could be really gross.
He slid his fingers up Anthony's leg, moving closer to his erection. Anthony had opened his eyes and was looking at Ian, still nervously biting his lip. When Ian finally wrapped his fingers around Anthony's erection Anthony let out a soft moan. Ian pumped his fist up and down a few times. He had half a mind to finish Anthony just like this, but that would be just unfair. Anthony had been nothing but kind to Ian, and Ian did not want to disappoint him. He lowered his head and took Anthony in his mouth, expertly sucking his cock.
Anthony pushed his hips up, fingers and toes curled, head tossing from side to side. Ian methodically worked his cock, the long ago learned movements did not require much concentration after all.
“Ian... stop. I'm almost...” Anthony pushed a shaking hand against Ian's head. Ian immediately stopped and waited for Anthony to make a move. He had an idea where this was going. Sure enough, the next words out of Anthony's mouth were:
“Can I fuck you?”
Ian nodded. “Of course you can. Let me just grab a condom and some lube.”
Ian slid off the bed and walked over to his discarded pants. He took the small bottle of lube and a condom out of his pocket and walked back to where Anthony was waiting. Ian threw him the small package and lay down on the bed. Ian had already prepared himself before he left his house in case some of his customers were a bit impatient, but he had a feeling that Anthony wouldn't mind if he opened himself up a little more. He squeezed some lube on his fingers and was about to insert two of them in his ass when Anthony interrupted him.
“Can I do it for you? I want to learn how to do that.”
Wordlessly Ian smeared the lube on his fingers on Anthony's hand and spread his legs. Anthony lubed up one finger and gently pushed it inside Ian. Ian stared at the ceiling, pretending that this wasn't happening to him. Anthony might be a nice guy and all, but that didn't change the fact that having sex with paying strangers was unpleasant. Anthony moved his finger in and out a few times and Ian had to force himself to relax.
“Is this okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?” Anthony whispered concerned. Ian pulled himself together and put on his “I'm loving this so much and can't get enough of it” face, before sitting up a little bit.
“You're doing great,” he said in a low voice, “you can add another finger now. Scissor them a bit and then add a third. That should be enough.”
Anthony grinned happily and concentrated on putting another finger in. His enthusiasm was quite adorable and Ian felt himself relax a bit more. It didn't take long before Anthony added a third finger and started sliding them in and out of Ian's ass.
“Ian... Is it true that I can reach your prostate like that? And that that would feel very good for you?” Anthony asked curiously. Ian hesitated. If he said no, Anthony would probably know that he was lying. If he would say yes, Anthony would likely insist on trying to find it and get him off. Strangely enough that was the last thing Ian wanted. His work as a prostitute was business, not pleasure. He did not want to mix the two up. He decided to distract Anthony a bit, without actually lying.
“Yeah, it's true. But it works even better when you fuck me. So come on, big boy, show me what you got.”
“Okay,” Anthony whispered, suddenly nervous again, “how should we do it? Which position, I mean.”
Ian rolled on his stomach. “How 'bout doggy style? You gotta put on that condom though.”
Anthony scrambled to obey, and Ian checked if he actually put it on. There were enough bastards who suddenly decided that fucking a whore without a condom was fine. When Ian was satisfied that Anthony had put the condom on, he raised his butt a little.
“Just push in, don't stop till you're all the way in. Then you can fuck me however you want.” Ian instructed. He liked this position. It allowed him to distance himself from the whole thing. He could feel Anthony behind him, heard him fumble around a bit before he felt the tip of his penis against his hole. Ian took a deep breath and exhaled when Anthony began pushing in. It didn't hurt, but it always felt weird to feel something being pushed inside him.
When he was all the way in, Anthony leaned over him, hands firmly on Ian's hips. Ian softly moaned, letting his voice break a bit. They always liked it if he pretended to like what they were doing. Anthony was no exception. He sat up a bit straighter and experimentally pumped his hips. Ian let out another moan, encouraging his partner to go faster. It worked. Within moments Anthony was slamming inside him, although Ian could tell that he was holding back.
“Go on, you won't hurt me.” Ian panted. The sooner this was done the better. Then Anthony did something that some of Ian's previous partners had tried too, but had always been too rough or impatient: he gently took Ian's soft cock in his hand and started stroking him.
“I meant it when I said I wanted this to be good for you too,” Anthony whispered, “do you think you can get off if I keep doing this?” Ian wanted to scream. He wasn't looking for an orgasm, he just wanted Anthony to come, sleep in a nice bed and get his money. Ian realized that the fastest way for that to happen was probably to go along with what Anthony wanted. Maybe he could actually come from what Anthony was doing; he wasn't half bad at it.
“Yeah, I think so.” Ian panted. Anthony didn't respond, just tightened his grip a bit more. Ian was now fully erect. He noticed that Anthony kept shifting his hips a bit. Right when Ian wanted to ask what he was doing, Anthony hit his prostate full on. Ian gasped. Anthony immediately stopped what he was doing.
“I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Should I stop?” He asked urgently. Ian shook his head. “No, you actually managed to hit my prostate. No one has ever purposely done that.” He confessed.
Anthony slowly began thrusting again, occasionally hitting Ian's prostate. The moans Ian let out were real this time. Anthony was also still jerking him off; if he kept that up Ian wasn't gonna last very long. This had never happened to him. None of his previous clients had ever aimed to hit his prostate like Anthony was doing now. Anthony's determination to stimulate his prostate, combined with his hand on his dick was driving Ian crazy. Sex had never been so good.
Ian had only ever slept with people who paid him, and then it had been all about them. Not with Anthony though. His ministrations had brought Ian to the edge, and one last thrust pushed him over. Ian came, inner muscles tightening involuntarily. Anthony let out groan behind him, rhythm faltering. He slammed in one last time before he came as well.
Both men collapsed, still panting after the exertion. Ian kept his eyes shut, still reveling in the great feeling Anthony had given him. After a moment Anthony rolled of him, holding on to the condom as he pulled out. Ian turned onto his back and sat up. Anthony had already left the bed to get rid of the condom. Ian followed him into the bathroom, intending to get some water to clean himself up. He moved over to the sink and wet his hands to wipe the drying semen from his stomach, but Anthony stopped him.
“What are you doing? Come take a shower with me. It's way easier. Unless you don't want to...?”
Ian thought about refusing, but a shower did sound really good right now, so he nodded and followed Anthony in the shower. Ian showered quickly, methodically cleaning himself. Anthony seemed to have lost all his previous shyness, openly admiring Ian's body. Ian was not shy at all, he couldn't be in his line of work. If Anthony wanted to watch him, well, then Anthony could watch him. He didn't really understand why though; he wasn't that good-looking. Sure, he was not ugly, and he was definitely better-looking than most other whores, but still.
He was almost done when Anthony reached out a shaking hand, placing it on Ian's chest. Ian stood stock-still, letting Anthony explore his chest. Anthony flicked his thumb over Ian's right nipple and watched in fascination as it hardened. Ian closed his eyes, and tilted his head back, letting the water from the shower run over his face. Abruptly Anthony pulled his hand back and turned off the the shower. Ian opened his eyes just in time to see Anthony throw a towel to him. They dried off quickly, and Ian followed Anthony into the bedroom. Anthony made himself comfortable on the bed, still naked, and patted the empty space next to him. Ian sat next to him, waiting for Anthony's instructions.
“Ian... Can I ask you something? If you don't want to answer that's fine.” Anthony asked carefully. Ian nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Why are you in this line of work? You don't do drugs I think, or drink. You seem to be pretty smart, and kind. Isn't there anything else for you to do than this? Or... do you actually like doing this? I'm sorry if this is too personal, but I'm just really curious.”
Ian was silent for a while. No one had ever asked him this. The only people who even knew he did this were his customers, and they didn't care about some hooker they had picked up in a bad neighborhood. Ian didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to talk about his past either. Eventually he just went with an abridged version of his story.
“I didn't get to finish high school. I was in a situation where I needed a lot of money, and fast. There was not much else I could do. Nowadays I work at a fast food restaurant, and I don't have to do this anymore, not unless I need quick money. I don't wanna deal drugs, or steal, so this is my only option, basically. My window broke a few days ago, so that's why I'm here now.”
Anthony stared at him, mouth open. Eventually he cleared his throat a few times and managed to whisper: “You sell your body to get your window fixed? You go out on the streets, putting yourself in danger, to have sad men like me take advantage of you, just to get your window fixed?”
Ian felt himself growing angry. He knew he was a pathetic loser, but Anthony didn't have to rub it in. He sat up a bit straighter and crossed his arms. Ian didn't want to get in a fight with Anthony, but he hoped his silence would be a signal for Anthony to shut up about it.
Apparently Anthony picked up on his body language because his cheeks suddenly reddened, and he hastily tried to fix things.
“Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just wanted to say that... It's... That you...” Anthony desperately looked at Ian, “I don't know what I wanted to say with that. But please believe me when I say that I really respect you, and that I admire your strength to do this. It can't be easy.”
“You're right about that,” Ian said softly, “it's never easy.”
The two men sat in silence for a while, until Anthony suddenly looked up.
“How much money do you need? To fix your window, I mean?”
Ian raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that question. “I don't know. But the money you owe me should easily cover it. Why?”
Anthony shrugged. “If it's not enough, I can pay you more. It's cold outside, and I would hate to think that your house is cold too.”
Ian resisted the urge to pinch himself, or poke Anthony to see if he was real. Did he seriously just offer to pay Ian more money to fix his window? What exactly was going on here? Anthony seemed oblivious to Ian's confusion. Ian decided to start asking Anthony some questions. He normally never did that; people paid him to not ask questions, after all. However, with Anthony Ian felt that he could at least try it.
“Why are you so kind to me? And if you don't mind me asking, what do you want with me? You can get any guy you want, why get a hooker?”
Like Ian, Anthony was silent for a bit. He was intently studying the bed cover he was sitting on. Without looking up he began to speak.
“I've known for a while that I was gay. I just never dared to act on it when I was younger, and now I'm afraid that if I hook up with a guy he would laugh at me for being so inexperienced. Also the business I'm in is... difficult. So I decided to find someone who could teach me some stuff, you know? And for me being kind to you, well, I was taught to have respect for others, no matter where they're from or what they do. And I like you, Ian. You just seem like a good guy, and I wanted to help you out.”
Ian wasn't sure what to say to that. To his embarrassment he could feel tears forming in his eyes. It had been so long ago that someone had been genuinely nice to him. His colleagues at the Burger King were okay, but they mostly shunned him because was the only person working there full time without being the manager of the place. They all thought something was wrong with him because he didn't talk very much either and kept to himself. Anthony was the first person in almost eight years to offer him help.
Ian felt a warm hand on his back, slowly moving higher until it reached his shoulder. Anthony gently pulled him towards him, wrapping his other arm around him as well. He pressed a soft kiss on Ian's head and held him. Ian allowed himself to be hugged. He suddenly felt really tired and he wanted nothing more than to sleep in the feather soft hotel bed. However, Anthony had paid for him so he had to make sure he didn't want anything else from him. Ian sat up a bit and gave Anthony a soft kiss.
“Is there something else you want from me tonight?” He asked seductively. Anthony shook his head.
“I just want to go to sleep, with you. That's all.”
Ian shrugged and slid under the covers. Anthony did the same, but immediately scooted over and attempted to cuddle with Ian. Ian didn't want to cuddle, but Anthony was paying, so he buried his head under Anthony's chin and threw his leg over Anthony's. How a person could ever fall asleep like that was beyond Ian, but he would try to do so anyway.
Next part in the next post!
Pairings: Ian/Anthony, mentions of Ian/others
Ratings/Warnings: NC-17. Underage (not graphic). Prostitution.
Summary: Ian is a part time prostitute. One night he gets a customer who changes his life.
A/N: I feel like this story wrote itself, and I was just there to type it. This fic deals with some dark themes, but it isn't too depressing. Also LJ is being a bitch cause the post is too large. 11,000 words is not that much, right :p anyway the next part is in my next post, don't worry.
Previous chapters: none.
It was cold outside. Ian shivered in his too thin shirt, wishing he could wear his coat. Unfortunately for him, his line of work did not allow for too many clothes; it might put the customers off. He was leaning against a street light, all alone in an abandoned street. Business had been slow tonight; so far he'd only had one client. Ian had been saving money to get his window fixed, and he had hoped that tonight he would make enough to finally get it done.
Things had not always been this way. At one point in his life Ian could look forward to a bright future, filled with family and friends. That was all gone now, and it was his own fault. He should never have told his parents he was gay, nor his friends. Ian had been sixteen years old when he finally found the courage to tell his parents that he liked boys, not girls. He had expected his parents to get angry, or be disappointed, but he had also hoped they would accept him in the end. He had been wrong, and it had cost him dearly. His parents had thrown him out, yelling that he was no longer their son. Distraught, Ian had gone to a friend, who had let him in.
Over the next few months Ian had gone from one friend to another, never staying longer than a week. He hadn't dared to tell them why his parents had kicked him out, fearing they might do the same. Eventually though, the truth came out when the mother of one of his friends talked to his mother in a store. Most of his friends had abandoned him then, and the ones that stood by him got into such horrible fights with their parents that Ian had no choice but to leave. He wouldn't be responsible for other kids getting kicked out of their houses.
From then on Ian had lived on the streets, resorting to stealing food to stay alive. He only stole from large stores, knowing that no one there would lose a night's sleep over a missing orange or a bottle of water. After a month he had been caught, and he was sent to a juvenile detention center. It was there that he learned how to use his body to stay alive.
Ian had shared his cell with a big guy, who had made it clear that Ian's stay could be relatively pleasant, or very, very bad. There were many guards in the center, so the guy would never have gotten away with outright raping Ian, but he could easily beat him up and claim they had gotten into a fight. His cellmate gave Ian a choice: either give him regular blowjobs, or get beat up by him and his posse. Ian had refused at first, but after he was cornered by five guys he gave in. Three broken fingers, cracked ribs, and a broken nose had been enough for him.
His cellmate only demanded handjobs and blowjobs, probably aware that anything more might hurt Ian, which would be picked up on by the guards. Ian himself stopped caring after awhile, he was just glad that he was under protection of his cellmate now and that he was relatively safe.
Ian was released after two months in jail, with nothing but the clothes on his back. There he was, an underage high school drop-out, with no money and no friends. Ian knew he needed to get a place to live, and fast. It was already October, and Sacramento could get pretty cold during the winter. The problem was that you needed money to begin with. Even if he would only rent a crappy one room apartment, he would still need to pay the deposit and the first month of rent in one go. Ian did not have a single penny and he knew there was only one thing he could do to get a lot of money in a relatively short period of time. He would quit it immediately once he had saved up his earnings and gotten an apartment. After that he could go work at a fast food place or something.
That same night Ian had gone to the same spot he was standing in now and had waited for a man to pay for his body. Ian was aware that what he was doing made him a prostitute, a whore, but he had no other choice. He was out of options, and all that he had left was his body. The other hookers on the street had left him alone, all too drugged out to care. Ian had promised himself that he would never do drugs, a promise he had yet to break. It had not taken long for the first customer to approach him. Ian always referred to the men as customers or clients, it made him feel less of a prostitute than if he would use the words john or trick.
The man had come up to him and mumbled something about him being new. Ian had nodded, and the man had pushed a crumbled fifty dollar note in his hand before dragging him to a nearby alley. In that alley Ian had given his first “professional” blowjob. When he was done the man had petted his head and had walked away. Ian had stayed on his knees, and he had thrown up the moment the man was out of sight. He had refused to cry though, not wanting to admit to himself how broken he had felt in that moment.
Ian had not returned to the lamppost that night. He had found a cheap motel, bought some food and slept the rest of the night. The next day he had gone looking for cheap apartments. He had finally found one in one of the worst areas of Sacramento, but it had been the only one Ian could afford so soon. Ian had estimated that he would have to work for about two weeks, and then he could give the landlord the deposit and the rent for the first month. During that time he slept on a park bench, hiding his money behind some dumpsters. He had used some of it to buy new clothes and food, but he had saved most of it.
Unfortunately, after two weeks Ian still didn't have enough money and it was getting really cold. He had decided that more drastic measures where in order. A few days earlier a man had approached him and had asked him if he could fuck Ian. Ian had refused. He didn't want to lose his virginity that way. The customer must have sensed that Ian was still a virgin because he had offered him a large sum of money if he could be Ian's first. When Ian had still refused the man had given him his card, and had told him that if he changed his mind he could call him. A few days later Ian had called the man, who had picked him up and brought him to his house.
The experience itself had not been too bad. Sure, it wasn't what Ian had hoped, but it could have been worse. The man had even brought him back to “his” park bench. The best part about it though was that Ian finally had enough money to get his apartment. That had been seven years ago. Ian was now twenty-four and he worked in a Burger King. He had never finished high school, nor did he want to. He was just happy to be alive and that he had his own place, no matter how crappy it might be.
He did go back to the streets sometimes, if he really needed the money. A few years back he decided that he really needed a laptop and internet; after a week of prostituting he could already afford it. Last year he had broken his hand, and because he was not insured he needed to get the money from somewhere. Once again the choice was easily made. Three days ago some idiot had been throwing beer bottles around, and one of them had broken the window of Ian's apartment. That was how Ian found himself once again on the streets.
He wished he could get another customer soon, then he would be done for the night. He didn't have to work tomorrow and he had planned to stay in bed the entire day. His bed... Ian was really looking forward to going to sleep later, after taking a hot shower of course. He shifted his weight to his other leg, rubbing his thin arms to try to get warm.
Just when he was about to give up and head home, he saw a car approaching. After checking that it was not a police car, he stood up a bit straighter, showing off his unmarked arms. No one liked a drug addict, and Ian was always able to get relative good money for what he had to offer thanks to his unblemished skin. The black car stopped right where Ian was standing. The driver rolled the window down and beckoned Ian to come to him. Ian slowly sauntered up to him, swaying his hips a bit and running his hand through his hair.
When he got close enough to see the driver he knew immediately that this man had never hired a prostitute before. The man behind the wheel was looking nervously around him, licking his lips and smiling uncertainly at Ian. Ian smiled back at him, trying to make the man more comfortable. If he really was that inexperienced Ian could ask more money than he normally would, but he needed the man to be relaxed enough to go through with it. Ian stopped near the car, leaning his arms on the opened window. His potential customer was drop dead gorgeous. He might be sitting but Ian could tell that he was tall. His hair was dark, as were his eyes. He had a classical strong jawline, broad shoulders and nicely muscled arms. Ian dimly realized that this man was what some of the girls at his day job would call “tall, dark, and handsome”.
“Hey,” he whispered in a low voice, “can I help you with something, mister?”
The man's eyes widened. Definitely a first timer then. Ian mentally smiled. This might not be that bad of a night.
“Uhm, well, ehm...” The man trailed off, looking at Ian, eyes begging for help.
Ian knew he needed to take the initiative. “I presume you are looking for something tonight, am I right?”
The man nodded, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, that's right. I'm looking for... entertainment, if you know what I mean.”
Ian licked his lips, leaning forward a bit more. “I think you have come to the right place then,” he purred, “I happen to be very good at certain forms of entertainment.”
The man swallowed before looking at Ian, obviously checking him out. Ian stepped back a bit, letting the man inspect him. It might be humiliating, but it was all part of the job. The man gave a brief nod.
“How much would it cost me?” He carefully asked Ian.
“80 for a blowjob, 200 for the whole thing.” Ian answered. He knew that these prices were not even that high, but he quite liked this man. On impulse he added: “500 for the night.”
His customer's eyes widened. Ian mentally punched himself. Why did he had to add that? Now his customer would leave, and Ian still wouldn't have enough money. He was such an idiot! Ian's thoughts were interrupted by the young man in the car.
“I'll take the whole night then,” he said softly, “I have booked a hotel room, is that okay?”
Ian stared at the man. Was he serious? What if he was some kind of serial killer, out for people who wouldn't be missed? He let his fingers glide over the hidden blade under his shirt. He took a good look at the customer. He didn't look like a serial killer, but then again, why would a handsome man like him go to a whore like Ian? He could get anyone he wanted. Ian took a step back. The man picked up on Ian's discomfort, because he looked down at his lap, suddenly dejected.
“I'm sorry, I don't know how this works. I've never done this before, and I was just... Nevermind, I'll just go. Sorry for wasting your time.” The man moved to roll up his window again, but Ian stopped him. His instinct had told him that the man wasn't lying.
“No it's alright. It's just that most of my clients don't book hotel rooms, you know? But I would like to go there with you. What's your name?”
The man's eyes lit up. “I'm Anthony, you?”
Something told Ian that it really was the man's name. It rolled too easily off his tongue to be fake. Ian never used his real name, it just didn't feel right. He had adopted the name “Max” when he did this work, the fake name allowing him to distance himself from what he was doing. However, for some reason when he opened his mouth to say: “I'm Max,” the words “I'm Ian,” came out. Ian panicked. Why did he give this stranger his real name? Anthony didn't seem to notice Ian's confusion.
“Nice to meet you, Ian. Hop in.” Anthony cheerfully said before rolling up his window again. Ian slowly moved to the passenger side of the car and slid in. It wasn't the first time he had gone with a stranger, but it never failed to make him a bit nervous. Fortunately Anthony seemed to be a bit nervous as well, and the car ride was spent in silence.
Once they had arrived at the hotel and had gotten out of the car, Ian had the opportunity to take a good look at Anthony. He had been right about his height, but Anthony was not so tall as to make things uncomfortable when they would have sex. He was actually the perfect height, just a little bit taller than Ian was. Ian took the time to check Anthony's clothes. They fit him well, and the man himself looked generally clean and hygienic. Once again Ian wondered why a man like him, who apparently was rich as well, judging by the fact he had booked a room in one of the best hotels in town, would resort to hiring a prostitute.
Ian suspected that the man might have some really weird fetishes that he couldn't try out with other people. Great. Just his luck. Instead of some poor, secretly gay but married man, he had gotten the weirdo. Ian still wasn't over the customer who wanted Ian to dress like a little schoolboy. Ian didn't mind some role playing, but that guy had probably actually been a pedophile. Ian just hoped that Anthony wouldn't be too weird.
Ian followed Anthony into the elevator, and they rode all the way up, still in silence. The room was located all the way to the back, and Ian imagined that the view would be magnificent. He wondered if Anthony would give him a moment to look outside. Anthony unlocked the door and held it open for Ian to go first. If Ian didn't know better he would think that Anthony was trying to be a gentleman.
The suite was beautiful, with a large bed right in the middle of the room. The curtains were closed, so Ian couldn't look outside, but he had plenty to see inside. The door to the bathroom was open, and Ian spotted a large bath and an actual rain shower. Ian swore to himself that if he should ever get rich, he would spend the night in a hotel just like this.
He turned around and saw Anthony standing in the middle of the room, looking at him. Showtime then. Ian slowly walked towards Anthony, giving his customer time to tell him what he wanted. Anthony didn't say anything, so Ian stopped right in front of him. Anthony stared at him, with something akin to wonder in his eyes.
“You are very beautiful, Ian. But I've never been with a, eh... I don't... This is my first time with a...” Anthony stuttered.
“You've never been with a hooker before?” Ian helpfully suggested. He wasn't ashamed of what he was, and he didn't like his customers to be ashamed either. Anthony nodded.
“That too. But also never...”
“With a man?” Ian guessed surprised. Anthony nodded and looked down, cheeks reddened.
Ian mentally did a little happy dance. Anthony's inexperience explained his behavior. He was probably not ready to come out yet, but was also horny as fuck. At least that was something Ian could solve.
“No problem. Just tell me what you like to do, okay?” Ian responded kindly.
Anthony nodded again. “I think I would like to kiss you, is that okay?”
Ian smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly on Anthony's. Most of his colleagues hated kissing their customers, saying that it was too intimate. Ian didn't particularly care. If you can give a guy a blowjob, you can also kiss him, in Ian's opinion. He did not move his lips very much, waiting for Anthony to take the initiative. After a moment Anthony wrapped his arms around Ian and opened his mouth. Ian immediately parted his lips as well, and carefully slid his tongue inside Anthony's mouth. Anthony slowly kissed him back, tongues twisting around each other, fighting for dominance. Ian, of course, let Anthony win; he was paying for this after all. After a moment Anthony ended the kiss, but remained standing close.
“Ian... I would like this to be as close to a normal sexual experience as possible. Like... like how it would be if we were actual lovers. So you can take the initiative too, like you would do with a boyfriend. Like equals.”
“You want to pretend we're boyfriends, having normal sex?” Ian asked with a fake smile. Anthony nodded. “Yes. And I want you to stay the night, after. So we can fall asleep together.”
Ian forced himself not to burst out laughing. Why on earth would Anthony want all that from him too? He could understand why Anthony would come to a man like Ian. Anthony was apparently gay, but too uncertain to go out and find someone to lose his virginity to. Ian could totally understand that part. But the whole “cuddling in bed thing”, that was something you should do with someone you loved, not a random hooker. But whatever. Money is money, and if this guy wanted to cuddle, well, then Ian would cuddle. So Ian suppressed the urge to laugh (he was a professional, after all), forced a sweet smile on his face and nodded. “Sure.”
The upside of Anthony's request was that Ian could now take the initiative and didn't have to wait for Anthony. He briefly kissed Anthony again, moving his hands to the bottom of Anthony's shirt. Ian expertly worked the shirt over Anthony's head, only breaking the kiss for a few seconds. He made quick work of his own shirt and pressed their bare chests together. Anthony let out a soft groan and tentatively touched Ian's back, before moving lower and grabbing Ian's ass. Ian let out a fake moan, encouraging Anthony to move his hands to the button on Ian's jeans.
Ian let Anthony fumble with the button. Anthony wanted it to be real, right? Well that's how sex was like in real relationship, Ian thought to himself. Not that he would know; he had never been a relationship. Anthony finally managed to undo the button and Ian wriggled out of his pants. He was skinny enough that he didn't need to unzip. He kicked of his shoes and socks and kissed Anthony again. Anthony, meanwhile, had also managed to take off his footwear and Ian helped him out of his pants.
They were now standing very close together, only wearing their boxers. Anthony was hard, Ian was halfway there. His partners usually didn't care if he got off too, so Ian never paid much attention to his own dick when he had sex. Ian slowly walked them backwards to the bed, never breaking the kiss. When they reached the bed, Ian softly pushed Anthony on it. Anthony looked at him with a lust-filled gaze and scooted backwards. Ian crawled after him, until he was kneeling between Anthony's open legs. He took a hold of Anthony's boxers and looked at Anthony to see if he was okay with what Ian was about to do. Ian saw a quick flash of uncertainty in his eyes, but when Anthony nodded Ian knew he had permission to take them off.
He carefully pulled them down, making sure Anthony's stiff cock wouldn't catch on the elastic band. Anthony bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut, cheeks flushed red. Ian slid the boxers all the way off, while simultaneously checking out Anthony's cock. Ian had found that you could tell a lot about a man by his cock. Fortunately Anthony's dick looked clean, and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. Ian sighed in relief. He liked cocks, but some of them could be really gross.
He slid his fingers up Anthony's leg, moving closer to his erection. Anthony had opened his eyes and was looking at Ian, still nervously biting his lip. When Ian finally wrapped his fingers around Anthony's erection Anthony let out a soft moan. Ian pumped his fist up and down a few times. He had half a mind to finish Anthony just like this, but that would be just unfair. Anthony had been nothing but kind to Ian, and Ian did not want to disappoint him. He lowered his head and took Anthony in his mouth, expertly sucking his cock.
Anthony pushed his hips up, fingers and toes curled, head tossing from side to side. Ian methodically worked his cock, the long ago learned movements did not require much concentration after all.
“Ian... stop. I'm almost...” Anthony pushed a shaking hand against Ian's head. Ian immediately stopped and waited for Anthony to make a move. He had an idea where this was going. Sure enough, the next words out of Anthony's mouth were:
“Can I fuck you?”
Ian nodded. “Of course you can. Let me just grab a condom and some lube.”
Ian slid off the bed and walked over to his discarded pants. He took the small bottle of lube and a condom out of his pocket and walked back to where Anthony was waiting. Ian threw him the small package and lay down on the bed. Ian had already prepared himself before he left his house in case some of his customers were a bit impatient, but he had a feeling that Anthony wouldn't mind if he opened himself up a little more. He squeezed some lube on his fingers and was about to insert two of them in his ass when Anthony interrupted him.
“Can I do it for you? I want to learn how to do that.”
Wordlessly Ian smeared the lube on his fingers on Anthony's hand and spread his legs. Anthony lubed up one finger and gently pushed it inside Ian. Ian stared at the ceiling, pretending that this wasn't happening to him. Anthony might be a nice guy and all, but that didn't change the fact that having sex with paying strangers was unpleasant. Anthony moved his finger in and out a few times and Ian had to force himself to relax.
“Is this okay? I'm not hurting you, am I?” Anthony whispered concerned. Ian pulled himself together and put on his “I'm loving this so much and can't get enough of it” face, before sitting up a little bit.
“You're doing great,” he said in a low voice, “you can add another finger now. Scissor them a bit and then add a third. That should be enough.”
Anthony grinned happily and concentrated on putting another finger in. His enthusiasm was quite adorable and Ian felt himself relax a bit more. It didn't take long before Anthony added a third finger and started sliding them in and out of Ian's ass.
“Ian... Is it true that I can reach your prostate like that? And that that would feel very good for you?” Anthony asked curiously. Ian hesitated. If he said no, Anthony would probably know that he was lying. If he would say yes, Anthony would likely insist on trying to find it and get him off. Strangely enough that was the last thing Ian wanted. His work as a prostitute was business, not pleasure. He did not want to mix the two up. He decided to distract Anthony a bit, without actually lying.
“Yeah, it's true. But it works even better when you fuck me. So come on, big boy, show me what you got.”
“Okay,” Anthony whispered, suddenly nervous again, “how should we do it? Which position, I mean.”
Ian rolled on his stomach. “How 'bout doggy style? You gotta put on that condom though.”
Anthony scrambled to obey, and Ian checked if he actually put it on. There were enough bastards who suddenly decided that fucking a whore without a condom was fine. When Ian was satisfied that Anthony had put the condom on, he raised his butt a little.
“Just push in, don't stop till you're all the way in. Then you can fuck me however you want.” Ian instructed. He liked this position. It allowed him to distance himself from the whole thing. He could feel Anthony behind him, heard him fumble around a bit before he felt the tip of his penis against his hole. Ian took a deep breath and exhaled when Anthony began pushing in. It didn't hurt, but it always felt weird to feel something being pushed inside him.
When he was all the way in, Anthony leaned over him, hands firmly on Ian's hips. Ian softly moaned, letting his voice break a bit. They always liked it if he pretended to like what they were doing. Anthony was no exception. He sat up a bit straighter and experimentally pumped his hips. Ian let out another moan, encouraging his partner to go faster. It worked. Within moments Anthony was slamming inside him, although Ian could tell that he was holding back.
“Go on, you won't hurt me.” Ian panted. The sooner this was done the better. Then Anthony did something that some of Ian's previous partners had tried too, but had always been too rough or impatient: he gently took Ian's soft cock in his hand and started stroking him.
“I meant it when I said I wanted this to be good for you too,” Anthony whispered, “do you think you can get off if I keep doing this?” Ian wanted to scream. He wasn't looking for an orgasm, he just wanted Anthony to come, sleep in a nice bed and get his money. Ian realized that the fastest way for that to happen was probably to go along with what Anthony wanted. Maybe he could actually come from what Anthony was doing; he wasn't half bad at it.
“Yeah, I think so.” Ian panted. Anthony didn't respond, just tightened his grip a bit more. Ian was now fully erect. He noticed that Anthony kept shifting his hips a bit. Right when Ian wanted to ask what he was doing, Anthony hit his prostate full on. Ian gasped. Anthony immediately stopped what he was doing.
“I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Should I stop?” He asked urgently. Ian shook his head. “No, you actually managed to hit my prostate. No one has ever purposely done that.” He confessed.
Anthony slowly began thrusting again, occasionally hitting Ian's prostate. The moans Ian let out were real this time. Anthony was also still jerking him off; if he kept that up Ian wasn't gonna last very long. This had never happened to him. None of his previous clients had ever aimed to hit his prostate like Anthony was doing now. Anthony's determination to stimulate his prostate, combined with his hand on his dick was driving Ian crazy. Sex had never been so good.
Ian had only ever slept with people who paid him, and then it had been all about them. Not with Anthony though. His ministrations had brought Ian to the edge, and one last thrust pushed him over. Ian came, inner muscles tightening involuntarily. Anthony let out groan behind him, rhythm faltering. He slammed in one last time before he came as well.
Both men collapsed, still panting after the exertion. Ian kept his eyes shut, still reveling in the great feeling Anthony had given him. After a moment Anthony rolled of him, holding on to the condom as he pulled out. Ian turned onto his back and sat up. Anthony had already left the bed to get rid of the condom. Ian followed him into the bathroom, intending to get some water to clean himself up. He moved over to the sink and wet his hands to wipe the drying semen from his stomach, but Anthony stopped him.
“What are you doing? Come take a shower with me. It's way easier. Unless you don't want to...?”
Ian thought about refusing, but a shower did sound really good right now, so he nodded and followed Anthony in the shower. Ian showered quickly, methodically cleaning himself. Anthony seemed to have lost all his previous shyness, openly admiring Ian's body. Ian was not shy at all, he couldn't be in his line of work. If Anthony wanted to watch him, well, then Anthony could watch him. He didn't really understand why though; he wasn't that good-looking. Sure, he was not ugly, and he was definitely better-looking than most other whores, but still.
He was almost done when Anthony reached out a shaking hand, placing it on Ian's chest. Ian stood stock-still, letting Anthony explore his chest. Anthony flicked his thumb over Ian's right nipple and watched in fascination as it hardened. Ian closed his eyes, and tilted his head back, letting the water from the shower run over his face. Abruptly Anthony pulled his hand back and turned off the the shower. Ian opened his eyes just in time to see Anthony throw a towel to him. They dried off quickly, and Ian followed Anthony into the bedroom. Anthony made himself comfortable on the bed, still naked, and patted the empty space next to him. Ian sat next to him, waiting for Anthony's instructions.
“Ian... Can I ask you something? If you don't want to answer that's fine.” Anthony asked carefully. Ian nodded. “Go ahead.”
“Why are you in this line of work? You don't do drugs I think, or drink. You seem to be pretty smart, and kind. Isn't there anything else for you to do than this? Or... do you actually like doing this? I'm sorry if this is too personal, but I'm just really curious.”
Ian was silent for a while. No one had ever asked him this. The only people who even knew he did this were his customers, and they didn't care about some hooker they had picked up in a bad neighborhood. Ian didn't want to lie, but he didn't want to talk about his past either. Eventually he just went with an abridged version of his story.
“I didn't get to finish high school. I was in a situation where I needed a lot of money, and fast. There was not much else I could do. Nowadays I work at a fast food restaurant, and I don't have to do this anymore, not unless I need quick money. I don't wanna deal drugs, or steal, so this is my only option, basically. My window broke a few days ago, so that's why I'm here now.”
Anthony stared at him, mouth open. Eventually he cleared his throat a few times and managed to whisper: “You sell your body to get your window fixed? You go out on the streets, putting yourself in danger, to have sad men like me take advantage of you, just to get your window fixed?”
Ian felt himself growing angry. He knew he was a pathetic loser, but Anthony didn't have to rub it in. He sat up a bit straighter and crossed his arms. Ian didn't want to get in a fight with Anthony, but he hoped his silence would be a signal for Anthony to shut up about it.
Apparently Anthony picked up on his body language because his cheeks suddenly reddened, and he hastily tried to fix things.
“Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just wanted to say that... It's... That you...” Anthony desperately looked at Ian, “I don't know what I wanted to say with that. But please believe me when I say that I really respect you, and that I admire your strength to do this. It can't be easy.”
“You're right about that,” Ian said softly, “it's never easy.”
The two men sat in silence for a while, until Anthony suddenly looked up.
“How much money do you need? To fix your window, I mean?”
Ian raised an eyebrow. He hadn't expected that question. “I don't know. But the money you owe me should easily cover it. Why?”
Anthony shrugged. “If it's not enough, I can pay you more. It's cold outside, and I would hate to think that your house is cold too.”
Ian resisted the urge to pinch himself, or poke Anthony to see if he was real. Did he seriously just offer to pay Ian more money to fix his window? What exactly was going on here? Anthony seemed oblivious to Ian's confusion. Ian decided to start asking Anthony some questions. He normally never did that; people paid him to not ask questions, after all. However, with Anthony Ian felt that he could at least try it.
“Why are you so kind to me? And if you don't mind me asking, what do you want with me? You can get any guy you want, why get a hooker?”
Like Ian, Anthony was silent for a bit. He was intently studying the bed cover he was sitting on. Without looking up he began to speak.
“I've known for a while that I was gay. I just never dared to act on it when I was younger, and now I'm afraid that if I hook up with a guy he would laugh at me for being so inexperienced. Also the business I'm in is... difficult. So I decided to find someone who could teach me some stuff, you know? And for me being kind to you, well, I was taught to have respect for others, no matter where they're from or what they do. And I like you, Ian. You just seem like a good guy, and I wanted to help you out.”
Ian wasn't sure what to say to that. To his embarrassment he could feel tears forming in his eyes. It had been so long ago that someone had been genuinely nice to him. His colleagues at the Burger King were okay, but they mostly shunned him because was the only person working there full time without being the manager of the place. They all thought something was wrong with him because he didn't talk very much either and kept to himself. Anthony was the first person in almost eight years to offer him help.
Ian felt a warm hand on his back, slowly moving higher until it reached his shoulder. Anthony gently pulled him towards him, wrapping his other arm around him as well. He pressed a soft kiss on Ian's head and held him. Ian allowed himself to be hugged. He suddenly felt really tired and he wanted nothing more than to sleep in the feather soft hotel bed. However, Anthony had paid for him so he had to make sure he didn't want anything else from him. Ian sat up a bit and gave Anthony a soft kiss.
“Is there something else you want from me tonight?” He asked seductively. Anthony shook his head.
“I just want to go to sleep, with you. That's all.”
Ian shrugged and slid under the covers. Anthony did the same, but immediately scooted over and attempted to cuddle with Ian. Ian didn't want to cuddle, but Anthony was paying, so he buried his head under Anthony's chin and threw his leg over Anthony's. How a person could ever fall asleep like that was beyond Ian, but he would try to do so anyway.
Next part in the next post!