The Days (AJ/Brian, PG-13, AU)
_titch wanted hooker!Brian, and my brain assaulted me with pretty images. Um, don't hate? I don't know what to say to this. It's not what I usually write, and it didn't turn out like I thought it would.
The Days
AJ/Brian | PG-13 | 1,000 words
Brian tastes like sin.
It's what intoxicates him, AJ tells himself, as he rolls back on top and starts nibbling on the exposed neck below him. AJ almost always ends up on top, because that's how he likes it and Brian doesn't get a choice in this. Brian never seems to mind, though.
His voice is a low murmur. "AJ." He nudges lightly at AJ's shoulders. "Come on. We're done. I gotta go."
AJ huffs into Brian's skin, but moves just the same. He sits back against the headboard and watches as Brian crawls out of bed, looking completely debauched, with tousled hair and flushed skin. He looks over his shoulder and grins a little as he slips into his faded jeans.
That taste has to be what keeps AJ coming back. Lord knows it's not because Brian's good-looking. Everything about him is sharp edges and pointy features. It's not attractive.
AJ reaches for his cigarettes. "Where are you going?" he asks. Clears his throat a bit.
Brian just shrugs, which is hard to tell when he's pulling a shirt over his head at the same time. "Back to work."
"Now?"
"Yes, now," Brian replies patiently as he sits down on the bedside to put his shoes on. "Unless you plan on paying me extra, which I don't think you are, I need to go earn money for rent. Why do you care?"
"I don't." AJ snorts and flicks his cigarette on the ashtray. "It's just late. Lots of creeps out there at this time of night, is all."
Brian looks at him and quirks an eyebrow, smirking lightly.
"What?" AJ flicks the cigarette again. "You think I'm a creep?"
"I didn't say that," Brian says calmly and smiles. "But I don't think you're anyone to talk, either."
AJ huffs again and looks at his hands. "Bitch," he mumbles, and doesn't allow himself to smile until he hears Brian laughing.
"Yeah, well," Brian says, and the bed sways as he stands back up.
He's not like the other guys working the streets. AJ was aware of that almost from the beginning. Not as pretty as some of the others, not by a long-shot, but AJ had been bored with pretty that first Saturday. And Brian had smiled at him like he actually gave a damn and said, "there's a hotel two blocks away," and that had been enough.
Eventually the hotels had gotten nicer, and AJ hadn't even noticed it until one Tuesday when Brian had slid AJ's jacket from his shoulders and mumbled, "this place is actually worth stealing stuff from," with a twinkle in his eye that'd made AJ grin, if only just a little.
Brian's fully dressed now, waiting. AJ has never really minded this part before, but today's different. "Um." He scratches at his shoulder and puts out the cigarette butt. "Okay, so. Here's the thing," he begins, then clamps his mouth shut.
Brian looks amused. "What?"
"It's just," AJ swears under his breath and squares his shoulders, "okay, I don't ... I don't want to pay you. I think," he finishes lamely.
The smile slips off Brian's face pretty quickly. "Don't tell me you don't have the money-"
"No, I do. But." AJ shrugs, and God, this is so much more embarrassing than he thought it was gonna be. "I don't wanna pay for ... this." He waves an arm around vaguely. "Not ... I haven't ... well, for a while."
Brian's jaw drops a little. "Oh," he says softly.
Three weeks ago, on a Sunday, AJ had found the spot behind Brian's ear that drove him insane if you mouthed it just right.
It's not like he's pining for Brian. Okay, he's good-looking in a sharp-edged kind of way, and AJ loves that jawline more than anything else in the world, but that doesn't mean anything. He doesn't know Brian. He fucks him and gets on with his day. It's hot, having Brian as his secret. It's not like there's anything more to it than that.
The bed dips when Brian sits down again, this time closer. "I need that money, AJ," he says, and his tone doesn't leave room for discussion. "I mean, I wouldn't do this if I didn't..."
"Okay." AJ shrugs and reaches for his discarded jeans on the floor. "How much?"
"Same as always," Brian says quietly. "AJ..."
"Don't sweat it," AJ replies a little too fast, a little too harsh, and when he looks up Brian's right there, so close he can feel puffs of breath on his face, and then Brian is kissing him and the money falls from AJ's hands.
AJ had kissed the corner of Brian's mouth on a Thursday. Brian had only looked surprised for a brief moment.
Brian is quite possibly the most lewd kisser AJ has ever had the fortune of meeting in his life. He moans a little when Brian flicks his tongue over AJ's lips, and oh, it's so easy to just give in and open up and go with it. Brian's lips are thin but soft, and he really really doesn't mind those sharp edges anymore, because goddamn, they feel good under his hands. Which is basically what he thinks every time he's with Brian, but for some reason always forgets when he walks out the door. He's done. Done walking out. Done pretending. Done for, pretty much.
Brian ends the kiss with a few short pecks and then pulls back, smiling as he goes. AJ stares at him and tries to breathe like a normal person, but it's not really going that well. "What-" he begins, and stops immediately when he hears his voice cracking.
Brian laughs, a little breathlessly, and shakes his head. "Thanks," he says as he picks up the bills spread out on the sheets, and AJ suddenly remembers that he's still very naked under there. "I'll, uh ... see you around?" He reaches up and brushes his thumb over the corner of AJ's mouth, too fast for AJ to really register it.
"I." AJ swallows before nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely."
Brian's smile spreads slowly wider, and it's so completely genuine that AJ has to smile back. When he smiles, AJ can find nothing bad to say about Brian.
It's a Monday. Not that AJ really notices these things.
The Days
AJ/Brian | PG-13 | 1,000 words
Brian tastes like sin.
It's what intoxicates him, AJ tells himself, as he rolls back on top and starts nibbling on the exposed neck below him. AJ almost always ends up on top, because that's how he likes it and Brian doesn't get a choice in this. Brian never seems to mind, though.
His voice is a low murmur. "AJ." He nudges lightly at AJ's shoulders. "Come on. We're done. I gotta go."
AJ huffs into Brian's skin, but moves just the same. He sits back against the headboard and watches as Brian crawls out of bed, looking completely debauched, with tousled hair and flushed skin. He looks over his shoulder and grins a little as he slips into his faded jeans.
That taste has to be what keeps AJ coming back. Lord knows it's not because Brian's good-looking. Everything about him is sharp edges and pointy features. It's not attractive.
AJ reaches for his cigarettes. "Where are you going?" he asks. Clears his throat a bit.
Brian just shrugs, which is hard to tell when he's pulling a shirt over his head at the same time. "Back to work."
"Now?"
"Yes, now," Brian replies patiently as he sits down on the bedside to put his shoes on. "Unless you plan on paying me extra, which I don't think you are, I need to go earn money for rent. Why do you care?"
"I don't." AJ snorts and flicks his cigarette on the ashtray. "It's just late. Lots of creeps out there at this time of night, is all."
Brian looks at him and quirks an eyebrow, smirking lightly.
"What?" AJ flicks the cigarette again. "You think I'm a creep?"
"I didn't say that," Brian says calmly and smiles. "But I don't think you're anyone to talk, either."
AJ huffs again and looks at his hands. "Bitch," he mumbles, and doesn't allow himself to smile until he hears Brian laughing.
"Yeah, well," Brian says, and the bed sways as he stands back up.
He's not like the other guys working the streets. AJ was aware of that almost from the beginning. Not as pretty as some of the others, not by a long-shot, but AJ had been bored with pretty that first Saturday. And Brian had smiled at him like he actually gave a damn and said, "there's a hotel two blocks away," and that had been enough.
Eventually the hotels had gotten nicer, and AJ hadn't even noticed it until one Tuesday when Brian had slid AJ's jacket from his shoulders and mumbled, "this place is actually worth stealing stuff from," with a twinkle in his eye that'd made AJ grin, if only just a little.
Brian's fully dressed now, waiting. AJ has never really minded this part before, but today's different. "Um." He scratches at his shoulder and puts out the cigarette butt. "Okay, so. Here's the thing," he begins, then clamps his mouth shut.
Brian looks amused. "What?"
"It's just," AJ swears under his breath and squares his shoulders, "okay, I don't ... I don't want to pay you. I think," he finishes lamely.
The smile slips off Brian's face pretty quickly. "Don't tell me you don't have the money-"
"No, I do. But." AJ shrugs, and God, this is so much more embarrassing than he thought it was gonna be. "I don't wanna pay for ... this." He waves an arm around vaguely. "Not ... I haven't ... well, for a while."
Brian's jaw drops a little. "Oh," he says softly.
Three weeks ago, on a Sunday, AJ had found the spot behind Brian's ear that drove him insane if you mouthed it just right.
It's not like he's pining for Brian. Okay, he's good-looking in a sharp-edged kind of way, and AJ loves that jawline more than anything else in the world, but that doesn't mean anything. He doesn't know Brian. He fucks him and gets on with his day. It's hot, having Brian as his secret. It's not like there's anything more to it than that.
The bed dips when Brian sits down again, this time closer. "I need that money, AJ," he says, and his tone doesn't leave room for discussion. "I mean, I wouldn't do this if I didn't..."
"Okay." AJ shrugs and reaches for his discarded jeans on the floor. "How much?"
"Same as always," Brian says quietly. "AJ..."
"Don't sweat it," AJ replies a little too fast, a little too harsh, and when he looks up Brian's right there, so close he can feel puffs of breath on his face, and then Brian is kissing him and the money falls from AJ's hands.
AJ had kissed the corner of Brian's mouth on a Thursday. Brian had only looked surprised for a brief moment.
Brian is quite possibly the most lewd kisser AJ has ever had the fortune of meeting in his life. He moans a little when Brian flicks his tongue over AJ's lips, and oh, it's so easy to just give in and open up and go with it. Brian's lips are thin but soft, and he really really doesn't mind those sharp edges anymore, because goddamn, they feel good under his hands. Which is basically what he thinks every time he's with Brian, but for some reason always forgets when he walks out the door. He's done. Done walking out. Done pretending. Done for, pretty much.
Brian ends the kiss with a few short pecks and then pulls back, smiling as he goes. AJ stares at him and tries to breathe like a normal person, but it's not really going that well. "What-" he begins, and stops immediately when he hears his voice cracking.
Brian laughs, a little breathlessly, and shakes his head. "Thanks," he says as he picks up the bills spread out on the sheets, and AJ suddenly remembers that he's still very naked under there. "I'll, uh ... see you around?" He reaches up and brushes his thumb over the corner of AJ's mouth, too fast for AJ to really register it.
"I." AJ swallows before nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, definitely."
Brian's smile spreads slowly wider, and it's so completely genuine that AJ has to smile back. When he smiles, AJ can find nothing bad to say about Brian.
It's a Monday. Not that AJ really notices these things.