Wrong Guys After All? 1/?
Chapter 1
Nick waited. Fiddled with his phone and waited. Not much else to do. The weather stayed cold and rainy and Nick was glad that he didn't have to go out. One night's work had covered his part of the rent and would keep him fed for a while. So he spent the next two days on the couch, watching daytime TV and driving his roommate mad. And glancing every ten minutes at his phone.
"Got a boyfriend and didn't tell me about it?" Aiden dropped next to him on the couch and snagged the phone out of Nick's hand. Nick tried only half-hearted to get it back, there was nothing to find on it anyway. He wasn't even sure if there would be anything to find any time soon.
"No boyfriend." Nick replied with a delay and by then Aiden had lost interest in the phone and dropped it on the table. Yeah, as if it was that easy to find a boyfriend. He was a prostitute for Christ's sake. Not that he was ashamed of that, he had to eat and needed a roof over his head one way or another, but in the past boyfriends had turned out to be touchy about the whole hooker thing. In real life Pretty Woman was just a cheesy Hollywood romance. Not that he was looking for a boyfriend.
"So what's the deal?" Aiden nodded towards the phone.
"Waiting for a call." Nick answered but didn't care to elaborate, he knew what Aiden would have to say about it. It was stupid, he didn't need Aiden to tell him that, but Nick couldn't stop thinking about that night, about those men.
"Somebody I know?" He made himself more comfortable, his feet landed on the edge of the table next to Nick's, and for long seconds there was only the sound of the TV neither of them was paying attention to.
When Nick didn't answer Aiden nudged his feet with his. "I'm your friend, you can tell me everything."
Aiden wouldn't just drop it, he was like a terrier with a bone sometimes, so Nick better came up with a pretty good lie any second now or prepared himself for being lectured. Again. Taking a deep breath he searched for the right words.
"You remember when I told you about the threesome the other night?" Nick kept his eyes on the TV but hell if he knew what was on.
"You mean that stupid stunt you pulled getting in that car?" Aiden countered. "That car that was screaming wrong guy from a mile away? Did you even look at the guy inside? And a threesome? Do you even realize how lucky you were coming back in one piece?"
"Didn't have much choice." Nick muttered and avoided to look in Aiden's direction. He was his friend and he was worried about Nick, he got that, but Aiden hadn't been there.
"And the sex was awesome, like best sex ever awesome." Nick added with a dreamy smile. He couldn't really explain it. It was like they'd been on the same wavelength, like Sam and Dean's preferences in bed matched perfectly with his.
"Okay, you were lucky and got some good sex out of if, good for you." Aiden raised his hands in surrender. "But what has that to do with you fondling your phone like a lovesick teenager?" He stopped and looked hard at Nick. "You didn't."
"And what if I did?" Nick snapped at him. So he gave his number to a customer, so what?
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Aiden sat straight up, feet planted on the floor and disbelieve written all over his face. "What's next? You bringing work home? Are you nuts?"
"If they call, and that's a big if, I can make enough money to cover a whole month." Nick tried to be reasonable but the money wasn't the thing on his mind. "You gave your number to customers before."
"Not to somebody I barely know."
"I'm a big boy, I know what I'm doing." Nick got up and retreated to the small kitchen area. Without a clue what he wanted there he opened the fridge.
"Don't come running to me when you got yourself a stalker friend." Aiden watched him over the back of the couch. "If you're looking for a beer bring me one too."
That excuse was as good as any so Nick got two beers and handed one to Aiden. Their apartment was small enough that he didn't even have to move for that, stretched out arms were more than enough to cover the distance between them.
"They said they wouldn't be in town for long anyway. Maybe they're already gone." Nick played it down with a wave of his beer and Aiden hummed something indefinable into the neck of his bottle.
On the table the phone rang.
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