XOver, Letterboys - "Trick."
Second part of the whore!JC saga, set about six months after Expertise, still pre-rehab. There's drug use in this, if that bothers you, and it isn't nearly as porny.
Trick
I lose all control
when you grab ahold
and you do your trick
I love it when you lick
JC had just settled in the backseat of the taxi when his pager went off. He recognized the number right away - there were only three people who had his pager number, anyway, so it wasn't hard to guess who was calling him - and hit speed-dial on his cell. "Don't tell me he cancelled," he said. "I'm already on my way over there."
"Nah. I just thought you might like to know that Mr. Wonderful just called the service, and he was asking for you."
"Who?" JC frowned.
"'Who?'" Lance snorted. "Oh, just the guy you spent three months badgering me about, before you finally gave up on ever seeing him again. Mr. Pop Star? Mr. Big-Tipper?"
"AJ called?" JC asked. "No way."
"Yup. He wants the pleasure of your company."
JC couldn't keep the grin from spreading across his face. It had been six months since that oh-so-memorable series of dates, and he _had_ given up on ever seeing AJ again, especially since he'd been back in LA several times since then, with the group and on his own. "When?"
"ASAP. He wants you to get your ass over to his hotel ten minutes ago. He was practically rubbing his hard-on against the phone."
"But I can't," JC said.
"What do you mean you can't? He paid you enough the last time for you to spend a week in the Bahamas chasing the cabana boys. You can, and you will, or I'll kick your ass myself."
"Lance, I've already _got_ a date tonight," JC said, pained. "I'm in the cab on my way - "
"So cancel. Call him up and tell him you're sick. Tell him a house fell on your sister. Hell, tell him you're fucking a Backstreet Boy instead of his sorry ass."
"I'm supposed to be there in fifteen minutes. I can't cancel _now_. It's unprofessional."
"Oh for fuck's sake, JC," Lance swore at him. "You're a fucking prostitute, not a candidate for the goddamn Supreme Court. Hell, the _judge_ I fucked last week would be appalled by your professional ethics."
"Lance," JC said.
"For once in your life, do the wrong thing and lie."
"I don't suppose you could go - "
"I'm busy tonight," Lance said, cutting him off. "Look. What if I call Tony? He'll probably pick this one up for you, in a pinch, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind the money. Things have been pretty tight for him lately."
"I would so, _so_ owe the both of you," JC said.
"I know. And I'll collect, the next time that fat, sweaty businessman from Florida calls and wants a three-way - "
"I don't care," JC said, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Tell Tony I'll even do his laundry for a week."
"I'd better wait until tomorrow to tell him that," Lance said. "I don't want him to have a heart attack _before_ he keeps your date tonight."
"Funny," JC said. "You're a funny guy, Lance."
Lance gave him the address of the hotel, and JC hung up the phone, tapping on the glass and re-directing the cab driver to his new destination. It was a different hotel than the last time, but equally upscale, and one that JC had been to several times in the past. Luckily, he knew the guy working the front desk and had no trouble getting the elevator to the penthouse suite unlocked.
JC could hear the noise coming from AJ's room the moment he stepped out of the elevator and turned down the hallway; it was so loud the floor seemed almost to vibrate by the time he got to the suite door. He was a little disappointed - and more than a little apprehensive - to be walking in on a party scene, but it wasn't even midnight yet, and the night was still young.
The noise was even louder when the door was opened, not by one of the bodyguards but by a tall, tattooed guy who looked more like a bouncer or a Hell's Angel than a bodyguard. He didn't ask JC anything, though, didn't check for ID, and didn't frisk him, just turned his back and went into the suite, leaving JC standing there in the doorway.
The suite was full of people, none of whom JC recognized, about twenty in all, with about twice as many men than women. The women who were there looked like strippers or pros - or maybe they were just dressed that way; it was sometimes hard to tell those who followed the current high 'fashion' trends from the working girls. There were open liquor bottles everywhere, empties littering the floor, half a dozen overflowing ashtrays on every available surface, and rock music blasting from a stereo system. In addition to a few heavily-petting couples in various corners of the room, there was also a girl in a purple halter dress wobbling her way out of the bathroom, wiping her nose with the back of her hand and trying to straighten her dishevelled clothes.
JC looked around for AJ, unable to find him at first in the crush of bodies. Someone handed him a drink and then pushed by him, almost knocking him over. When he caught himself, he also caught sight of AJ, who was lounging in the middle of one of the couches, a girl on either side of him. He didn't look like he was enjoying the 'party' much, though - from the blank look on his face, he seemed pretty bored with it all. When he saw JC across the room, AJ's face lit up, and he pushed away from the couch, ignoring the annoyed protests of the girls he unceremoniously abandoned.
"There you are," AJ said, grabbing on to JC's arm and pulling him into the middle of the room. "See?" he said. "I told you he'd come. I told them you'd come," he said to JC. "You didn't have to dress up."
"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting to come here tonight," JC said, amused. His khakis, loafers and crisp white shirt were very different than the clothes he'd worn the last time he'd come to see AJ. "I was actually on my way somewhere else when I got your call."
"That's my fault. I should've called you as soon as we got into town. I've been telling them all about you. This man," AJ said, to the other people in the room, "is the best fucking lay in Los Angeles." AJ didn't notice the way that JC stiffened beside him, mindful of the fact that all eyes were now on the two of them. Someone had turned the music down to a dull roar when AJ started talking, and even the bleary-eyed girl in the purple dress was giving them her full attention. "I told them that, and they didn't believe me. So, I called you up so you could come over and prove it to them." AJ smelled strongly of alcohol and stumbled over some of his words, and it looked like most of his guests were in much the same condition. JC wondered just how long this 'party' had been going on, for hours or for days.
JC's smile, which had frozen in place, wavered momentarily. "I don't do groups," he said, glancing around. The hair on the back of his neck was prickling, a danger signal he was all-too-familiar with, and he was starting to think that maybe he was meant to be a party favour tonight, rather than a date.
"No, no, no," AJ said. "No. This isn't a gang-bang. Hell, no. I don't want to share you, I just want to show you off." He rubbed himself up against JC. "I want to fuck you all by myself. Right here, right now."
"AJ, I think maybe there's been some misunderstanding. Maybe we could go somewhere and talk privately - " JC said.
"No," AJ said, shaking his head. "These people are all my friends. You can say anything in front of them."
"Look, we've obviously got our wires crossed here, somewhere," JC said, trying to disengage AJ's hand once again, unsuccessfully. He was holding on too tightly and it started to really _hurt_, fingers pressing with a near-crushing intensity on JC's wrist. "I'm just going to go and leave you to your friends and your party - "
"Oh, shit," AJ said. "Shit. I totally forgot. I'm sorry." He patted himself down and pulled out a money clip, peeling off half a dozen hundred dollar bills and thrusting them at JC. "Of course, you know, I'm going to pay you first."
JC looked down at the money, and then up at AJ. "No," he said. "That's not it."
"Not enough? You drive a hard bargain." AJ counted off another four hundreds. "Oh, fuck it," he said, thrusting the entire clip into JC's hand. "I know you're worth it. Take it all."
There was at least four thousand dollars in the clip, and JC looked down at the wad of bills now crumpled in his hand. He shook his head. "No," he said, again, and pushed the money towards AJ.
AJ put his hands up, though, and refused to take the money back. "Never let it be said that I don't pay my bills," he said, laughing. A few of the people in the room - all of whom were watching the unfolding transaction with rapt attention - laughed uneasily as well.
"No, AJ," JC said. "I don't want your money. I don't - I don't perform like this."
"What, you've got stage fright all of a sudden?" AJ asked, rubbing JC's arm. "Don't worry - you get used to people watching you, when you're a pro. And you _are_ a pro, that's for damn sure."
"I know someone," JC said. "I can call him and tell him to come over. He'd be exactly what you need, and I'm sure that - "
"I want you," AJ said, stepping closer to him. He rubbed himself up against AJ and then kissed him on the lips, lewdly, pushing his tongue inside JC's mouth. "You're what I need."
JC had a hard time pulling away from AJ's kiss, but he finally managed it, pushing AJ away and taking a step back. "Really. I'm going to go. I'm sorry." He turned and was headed for the door when he was cut off by the biker who had let him in and another man, equally large, bald, and tattooed.
"He said he wants you to stay," the biker said to JC.
JC swallowed, sizing the two of them up. He was pretty sure that he could take care of himself against them if he had to, considering the fact that they were drunk and he wasn't, but that still left another nine or ten men in the room, and he was suddenly sorry that he didn't follow Lance's lead and carry something for protection, just in case. The first rule of the business was never to work parties alone for just this reason, because there was safety in numbers.
"You too good for us, or what?" the other guy sneered. "Did you hear that? This fucking whore thinks he's too good for us."
"No," JC said, shaking his head. "I don't think that. I didn't say that." He turned around, resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to leave, at least not yet, and probably not at all without a fight.
A tiny girl with masses of blond hair wearing a leopard-print minidress draped herself around AJ, long, blood-red fingernails dragging over the tattoos on his arms. "Let him go, baby," she purred into AJ's ear. "I guarantee I can take care of you _much_ better than he can."
AJ shrugged her off without a word, like she was nothing more than a minor irritation. "What's wrong with you?" he asked JC. "What the fuck is this attitude all about?"
Before JC could so much as open his mouth again, the biker grabbed him from behind and pinned his arms behind his back, forcing him suddenly down on his knees, crying out in pain. "I think he just needs some friendly persuasion," the biker laughed. "Give me the word, and I can change his mind for you." JC could hear the biker's 'friend' laughing, too, behind his back, and the sound went down his spine like a shard of ice.
AJ didn't seem to be paying attention to anyone besides JC, though, because he didn't react to what had just happened at all. His eyes were glassy behind his sunglasses, and he looked drained and exhausted and wired all at once. JC licked his lips and said, quietly, "Please don't do this," right to AJ, because it wouldn't do any good to appeal to anyone else in the room. He didn't blink, and almost didn't breathe, unwilling to risk losing eye-contact with AJ, who was his best and possibly only chance to get out of the situation before it got completely out of hand.
The tone of JC's voice - or possibly the desperation in his eyes - finally seemed to penetrate through AJ's haze. He snapped his head up and reached over and pushed the biker off JC's back, despite the fact that the guy had a good six inches and nearly a hundred-pound weight advantage on him. "Take your fucking hands off him," he said.
"Hey, chill out, man. I was just trying to help you out," the biker said, raising his hands up.
"I don't need your help. In fact, I think you should get the fuck out," AJ said to him, and then turned around to the rest of the people in the room. "All of you, get the fuck out of my room. The party's over." Nobody moved, and AJ picked up a near-empty liquor bottle and threw it across the room, smashing it against the far wall. "Get. The fuck. Out!" he said again, body finely trembling with anger.
The sound of breaking glass served to mobilize the reluctant partygoers; one of the girls screamed bloody murder and immediately high-tailed it out of the room, and once the exodus started it took less than five minutes for everyone to clear out. When they were gone it was even more obvious how thoroughly trashed the room was, with the dripping alcohol-stain on the far wall adding to the overall effect. JC was still kneeling on the floor, panting for breath and unwilling to trust his legs to support him. AJ hadn't moved, either, standing stone-still in the same spot facing JC.
Finally, JC stood up, once he thought that he could do it without falling over. "Thanks," he said, receiving no answer. He suddenly realized that he still had AJ's money clip in his hands and held it out to him. "Here."
AJ looked down at the money but didn't say anything.
"AJ?" JC said.
"Keep it."
"I didn't - "
"I think you earned it," AJ said, and walked out of the room, into one of the bedrooms.
JC hesitated only a moment before following him. "I don't take money for doing nothing," he said.
AJ was lying face-up on the bed. His glasses were off, but he'd flung an arm over his eyes, even though there were no lights on in the room. "I'm just covering your lost wages. Or, hell, consider it a gift. Can you still make your other 'date'?"
"I got someone to cover for me," JC said.
AJ nodded. "Too bad."
JC sat down on the edge of the bed. "AJ - " he said, reaching his hand out to touch AJ, who flinched away.
"Don't fucking touch me," AJ said, through his teeth.
"I'm sorry," JC said, pulling away.
"Doesn't it ever make you feel cheap?" AJ asked him. "Taking money from strangers for sex?"
"No," JC said, shaking his head. "I know what I do. I know who I am. I don't hurt anyone, I don't steal, and I'm good at my job." He chuckled softly, the sound a little strained. "I'm the best lay in Los Angeles, remember?"
"Why are you here?"
"Because you wanted me to come," JC said, and this time, when he touched AJ, AJ let him. "Because I wanted to come." He lifted up AJ's shirt, licking him on the stomach, tongue tracing the familiar tattoo on AJ's stomach and the thin skin that stretched over his ribs.
AJ shivered, and JC climbed on top of him, straddling AJ's waist and lifting AJ's arms up over his head, rubbing himself, fully-clothed, against AJ's groin. He rode him like that until he could feel that AJ was fully hard, cock straining against the tight black leather of his pants.
"You want to fuck me?" JC murmured. AJ's answer was nothing more than a moan, but his mouth opened wide when JC's kissed him lightly, and he lifted his head, grabbing on to the back of JC's neck and pulling him back into a much deeper kiss, tongue darting in and out of his mouth. JC let himself be turned over on the bed so that AJ was on top of him, fingers unbuttoning his shirt while AJ pulled down the zipper of his khakis.
When JC was naked and AJ was still fully dressed, AJ pulled him tight against his groin, spreading JC's legs wide and humping hard against him, cock a prominent bulge in his pants. JC arched his body up, hands digging into the bedclothes, writhing his hips. Finally, unable to take any more of the tease, he sat up and skinned the tank off AJ's torso, biting AJ's nipples as he fumbled with the snap on his pants. The leather was warm and unyielding, but AJ's hips were so narrow that it wasn't much of a struggle to free him, and then it was JC's turn to push AJ on his back and climb on top of him, bending over to lick his cock a couple of times before unrolling a condom on it.
Being fucked by AJ was like coming home. JC closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to tell himself that this was just another job, just another lay, and then AJ sat up and licked the indentation right over his heart and JC grabbed on to him, tangling his fingers into AJ's dark hair and holding on to him for dear life. His legs were wrapped around AJ's waist, twisted together at the ankles, and AJ's cock felt like it was pushing all the way through him, burrowing its way right up into his heart.
He didn't say any of that, though, using his body, mouth, and hands to convey the way that AJ made him feel instead, clutching and holding on to him until AJ eased him down on the bed, pulling JC's ankles up over his shoulders and fucking him hard. JC reached down and fisted his own cock, hand moving so fast over himself it was barely a blur, pulling his flesh until he came, come puddling on his stomach and muscles clenching tight around AJ's thrusting cock, wrenching an orgasm from him, as well.
AJ pulled out and stripped off the condom, tossing it in the garbage and lighting a cigarette before he lay down again. JC curled around him, kissing his chest and watching the haze of smoke he breathed out drift up towards the ceiling. They didn't speak, but it felt like they didn't need to, and JC loved that feeling - the post-sex closeness. He didn't even want to get out of bed to shower.
AJ reached up to turn on the bedside lamp, and JC saw that there was a vial of coke sitting there on the nightstand. AJ rolled over and crushed his cigarette out, then grabbed the coke, spreading three generous lines on a small mirrored tray and snorting two of them with a tiny straw before handing it over to JC. JC inhaled the last line and then lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and feeling the rush of heat through his body, the pounding of his heart. AJ climbed on top of him and kissed him, mouth both devouring and breath-stealing, and JC's head was pounding with a lack of oxygen before AJ released him, moving his mouth down lower, kissing and biting his neck, his nipples, and his stomach, tongue-fucking his navel for a few moments, until JC raised his hips up, silently begging.
He didn't need to say a thing, although a strangled scream escaped his lips when AJ suddenly and unexpectedly deep-throated him, taking JC's cock in to the hilt, buried nose-deep in his pubic hair. JC had to brace himself to keep from coming when AJ's mouth pulled back, tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock like he was trying to split the skin there. He came closer to doing just that when he nipped JC's cock with his teeth, sharp and hard little bites that just served to make JC even harder than he already was.
JC's skin was beaded with sweat and his body felt so heavy that he didn't think he could even lift his arms, although his mind was racing. AJ's mouth continued to torture him, sucking and licking and damn near swallowing him, but always easing off when it felt like JC might actually come. "Oh, fuck," JC finally managed to gasp, "_please_ let me come."
"No," AJ said, leaning over and sucking a bruise onto JC's stomach.
JC whimpered, body shivering again. He wanted to push AJ away, but he couldn't. His entire body felt raw and needy, like an exposed nerve-ending. When AJ lifted his hips up, pushing in between them, JC had just enough clarity of mind left to mumble, "Condom."
AJ sheathed himself and then pushed in, steadily, and JC could feel every fraction of an inch like it was happening in slow motion. AJ leaned over him, doubling JC's legs up against his chest, and kissed him on the mouth over and over again, fucking him until the tears streamed down JC's face. He didn't know why he was crying, but he couldn't seem to stop himself, and he couldn't _come_, either, even though AJ wasn't even preventing him from doing it anymore. Finally AJ pulled back and fisted JC's cock, and JC came at the first touch, come pulsing all over his chest and AJ's hand, so hard and for so long that he didn't think he was ever going to _stop_ coming. And then he passed out, with AJ still fucking him.
"Hey," AJ said, when JC's eyes fluttered open. "Thought I lost you, there."
"Jesus," JC rasped, licking his bone-dry lips. "I've never had a rush like that from doing one line of coke before."
"Well, that's probably because it wasn't coke," AJ said, biting the back of his neck.
"Oh, Jesus," JC said, closing his eyes.
"You've never tried smack before?"
JC shook his head. "No."
"Pretty intense, eh?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about it. Nobody gets hooked the first time. I'll get us some coke the next time," AJ said, rubbing his hands over JC's stomach.
JC nodded, glad to hear that there was going to be a next time. "Okay."
AJ fell asleep a few minutes later, but JC couldn't make himself close his eyes. It wasn't like he never worked fucked-up before, but it was always something that he was comfortable with - Ecstasy or poppers or a line or two of coke, nothing serious. Heroin was _really_ fucking serious. People _died_.
He lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, until the bedside clock read 5.15, and then sat up in the bed, thinking he should probably find his clothes and go.
"Don't go," AJ mumbled, holding on to him.
"Okay," JC said, and lay back down.
"You should just stay the rest of the week," AJ added, with a grin. "You can keep me on the straight and narrow - so to speak."
"Okay," JC said again. He had other dates lined up, but he knew that Lance or Tony or someone else could cover for him, under the circumstances. Hell, Lance had practically _insisted_ that he come here tonight.
AJ wrapped himself around JC's body again. "Have you ever fucked someone you didn't like?"
"Sure," JC said. "Not very often, though."
"Do you ever pretend you're fucking someone else?"
"Sometimes."
"You ever fall in love with a trick?"
"No," JC lied.
AJ snorted, and started to laugh.
"What?" JC asked.
"I was just thinking that we're both whores, but I get to do it on a bigger scale," AJ said. "You're still the best fucking lay in Los Angeles, though," he added.
"Thanks."
Trick
I lose all control
when you grab ahold
and you do your trick
I love it when you lick
JC had just settled in the backseat of the taxi when his pager went off. He recognized the number right away - there were only three people who had his pager number, anyway, so it wasn't hard to guess who was calling him - and hit speed-dial on his cell. "Don't tell me he cancelled," he said. "I'm already on my way over there."
"Nah. I just thought you might like to know that Mr. Wonderful just called the service, and he was asking for you."
"Who?" JC frowned.
"'Who?'" Lance snorted. "Oh, just the guy you spent three months badgering me about, before you finally gave up on ever seeing him again. Mr. Pop Star? Mr. Big-Tipper?"
"AJ called?" JC asked. "No way."
"Yup. He wants the pleasure of your company."
JC couldn't keep the grin from spreading across his face. It had been six months since that oh-so-memorable series of dates, and he _had_ given up on ever seeing AJ again, especially since he'd been back in LA several times since then, with the group and on his own. "When?"
"ASAP. He wants you to get your ass over to his hotel ten minutes ago. He was practically rubbing his hard-on against the phone."
"But I can't," JC said.
"What do you mean you can't? He paid you enough the last time for you to spend a week in the Bahamas chasing the cabana boys. You can, and you will, or I'll kick your ass myself."
"Lance, I've already _got_ a date tonight," JC said, pained. "I'm in the cab on my way - "
"So cancel. Call him up and tell him you're sick. Tell him a house fell on your sister. Hell, tell him you're fucking a Backstreet Boy instead of his sorry ass."
"I'm supposed to be there in fifteen minutes. I can't cancel _now_. It's unprofessional."
"Oh for fuck's sake, JC," Lance swore at him. "You're a fucking prostitute, not a candidate for the goddamn Supreme Court. Hell, the _judge_ I fucked last week would be appalled by your professional ethics."
"Lance," JC said.
"For once in your life, do the wrong thing and lie."
"I don't suppose you could go - "
"I'm busy tonight," Lance said, cutting him off. "Look. What if I call Tony? He'll probably pick this one up for you, in a pinch, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind the money. Things have been pretty tight for him lately."
"I would so, _so_ owe the both of you," JC said.
"I know. And I'll collect, the next time that fat, sweaty businessman from Florida calls and wants a three-way - "
"I don't care," JC said, grinning from ear-to-ear. "Tell Tony I'll even do his laundry for a week."
"I'd better wait until tomorrow to tell him that," Lance said. "I don't want him to have a heart attack _before_ he keeps your date tonight."
"Funny," JC said. "You're a funny guy, Lance."
Lance gave him the address of the hotel, and JC hung up the phone, tapping on the glass and re-directing the cab driver to his new destination. It was a different hotel than the last time, but equally upscale, and one that JC had been to several times in the past. Luckily, he knew the guy working the front desk and had no trouble getting the elevator to the penthouse suite unlocked.
JC could hear the noise coming from AJ's room the moment he stepped out of the elevator and turned down the hallway; it was so loud the floor seemed almost to vibrate by the time he got to the suite door. He was a little disappointed - and more than a little apprehensive - to be walking in on a party scene, but it wasn't even midnight yet, and the night was still young.
The noise was even louder when the door was opened, not by one of the bodyguards but by a tall, tattooed guy who looked more like a bouncer or a Hell's Angel than a bodyguard. He didn't ask JC anything, though, didn't check for ID, and didn't frisk him, just turned his back and went into the suite, leaving JC standing there in the doorway.
The suite was full of people, none of whom JC recognized, about twenty in all, with about twice as many men than women. The women who were there looked like strippers or pros - or maybe they were just dressed that way; it was sometimes hard to tell those who followed the current high 'fashion' trends from the working girls. There were open liquor bottles everywhere, empties littering the floor, half a dozen overflowing ashtrays on every available surface, and rock music blasting from a stereo system. In addition to a few heavily-petting couples in various corners of the room, there was also a girl in a purple halter dress wobbling her way out of the bathroom, wiping her nose with the back of her hand and trying to straighten her dishevelled clothes.
JC looked around for AJ, unable to find him at first in the crush of bodies. Someone handed him a drink and then pushed by him, almost knocking him over. When he caught himself, he also caught sight of AJ, who was lounging in the middle of one of the couches, a girl on either side of him. He didn't look like he was enjoying the 'party' much, though - from the blank look on his face, he seemed pretty bored with it all. When he saw JC across the room, AJ's face lit up, and he pushed away from the couch, ignoring the annoyed protests of the girls he unceremoniously abandoned.
"There you are," AJ said, grabbing on to JC's arm and pulling him into the middle of the room. "See?" he said. "I told you he'd come. I told them you'd come," he said to JC. "You didn't have to dress up."
"Well, I wasn't exactly expecting to come here tonight," JC said, amused. His khakis, loafers and crisp white shirt were very different than the clothes he'd worn the last time he'd come to see AJ. "I was actually on my way somewhere else when I got your call."
"That's my fault. I should've called you as soon as we got into town. I've been telling them all about you. This man," AJ said, to the other people in the room, "is the best fucking lay in Los Angeles." AJ didn't notice the way that JC stiffened beside him, mindful of the fact that all eyes were now on the two of them. Someone had turned the music down to a dull roar when AJ started talking, and even the bleary-eyed girl in the purple dress was giving them her full attention. "I told them that, and they didn't believe me. So, I called you up so you could come over and prove it to them." AJ smelled strongly of alcohol and stumbled over some of his words, and it looked like most of his guests were in much the same condition. JC wondered just how long this 'party' had been going on, for hours or for days.
JC's smile, which had frozen in place, wavered momentarily. "I don't do groups," he said, glancing around. The hair on the back of his neck was prickling, a danger signal he was all-too-familiar with, and he was starting to think that maybe he was meant to be a party favour tonight, rather than a date.
"No, no, no," AJ said. "No. This isn't a gang-bang. Hell, no. I don't want to share you, I just want to show you off." He rubbed himself up against JC. "I want to fuck you all by myself. Right here, right now."
"AJ, I think maybe there's been some misunderstanding. Maybe we could go somewhere and talk privately - " JC said.
"No," AJ said, shaking his head. "These people are all my friends. You can say anything in front of them."
"Look, we've obviously got our wires crossed here, somewhere," JC said, trying to disengage AJ's hand once again, unsuccessfully. He was holding on too tightly and it started to really _hurt_, fingers pressing with a near-crushing intensity on JC's wrist. "I'm just going to go and leave you to your friends and your party - "
"Oh, shit," AJ said. "Shit. I totally forgot. I'm sorry." He patted himself down and pulled out a money clip, peeling off half a dozen hundred dollar bills and thrusting them at JC. "Of course, you know, I'm going to pay you first."
JC looked down at the money, and then up at AJ. "No," he said. "That's not it."
"Not enough? You drive a hard bargain." AJ counted off another four hundreds. "Oh, fuck it," he said, thrusting the entire clip into JC's hand. "I know you're worth it. Take it all."
There was at least four thousand dollars in the clip, and JC looked down at the wad of bills now crumpled in his hand. He shook his head. "No," he said, again, and pushed the money towards AJ.
AJ put his hands up, though, and refused to take the money back. "Never let it be said that I don't pay my bills," he said, laughing. A few of the people in the room - all of whom were watching the unfolding transaction with rapt attention - laughed uneasily as well.
"No, AJ," JC said. "I don't want your money. I don't - I don't perform like this."
"What, you've got stage fright all of a sudden?" AJ asked, rubbing JC's arm. "Don't worry - you get used to people watching you, when you're a pro. And you _are_ a pro, that's for damn sure."
"I know someone," JC said. "I can call him and tell him to come over. He'd be exactly what you need, and I'm sure that - "
"I want you," AJ said, stepping closer to him. He rubbed himself up against AJ and then kissed him on the lips, lewdly, pushing his tongue inside JC's mouth. "You're what I need."
JC had a hard time pulling away from AJ's kiss, but he finally managed it, pushing AJ away and taking a step back. "Really. I'm going to go. I'm sorry." He turned and was headed for the door when he was cut off by the biker who had let him in and another man, equally large, bald, and tattooed.
"He said he wants you to stay," the biker said to JC.
JC swallowed, sizing the two of them up. He was pretty sure that he could take care of himself against them if he had to, considering the fact that they were drunk and he wasn't, but that still left another nine or ten men in the room, and he was suddenly sorry that he didn't follow Lance's lead and carry something for protection, just in case. The first rule of the business was never to work parties alone for just this reason, because there was safety in numbers.
"You too good for us, or what?" the other guy sneered. "Did you hear that? This fucking whore thinks he's too good for us."
"No," JC said, shaking his head. "I don't think that. I didn't say that." He turned around, resigned to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to leave, at least not yet, and probably not at all without a fight.
A tiny girl with masses of blond hair wearing a leopard-print minidress draped herself around AJ, long, blood-red fingernails dragging over the tattoos on his arms. "Let him go, baby," she purred into AJ's ear. "I guarantee I can take care of you _much_ better than he can."
AJ shrugged her off without a word, like she was nothing more than a minor irritation. "What's wrong with you?" he asked JC. "What the fuck is this attitude all about?"
Before JC could so much as open his mouth again, the biker grabbed him from behind and pinned his arms behind his back, forcing him suddenly down on his knees, crying out in pain. "I think he just needs some friendly persuasion," the biker laughed. "Give me the word, and I can change his mind for you." JC could hear the biker's 'friend' laughing, too, behind his back, and the sound went down his spine like a shard of ice.
AJ didn't seem to be paying attention to anyone besides JC, though, because he didn't react to what had just happened at all. His eyes were glassy behind his sunglasses, and he looked drained and exhausted and wired all at once. JC licked his lips and said, quietly, "Please don't do this," right to AJ, because it wouldn't do any good to appeal to anyone else in the room. He didn't blink, and almost didn't breathe, unwilling to risk losing eye-contact with AJ, who was his best and possibly only chance to get out of the situation before it got completely out of hand.
The tone of JC's voice - or possibly the desperation in his eyes - finally seemed to penetrate through AJ's haze. He snapped his head up and reached over and pushed the biker off JC's back, despite the fact that the guy had a good six inches and nearly a hundred-pound weight advantage on him. "Take your fucking hands off him," he said.
"Hey, chill out, man. I was just trying to help you out," the biker said, raising his hands up.
"I don't need your help. In fact, I think you should get the fuck out," AJ said to him, and then turned around to the rest of the people in the room. "All of you, get the fuck out of my room. The party's over." Nobody moved, and AJ picked up a near-empty liquor bottle and threw it across the room, smashing it against the far wall. "Get. The fuck. Out!" he said again, body finely trembling with anger.
The sound of breaking glass served to mobilize the reluctant partygoers; one of the girls screamed bloody murder and immediately high-tailed it out of the room, and once the exodus started it took less than five minutes for everyone to clear out. When they were gone it was even more obvious how thoroughly trashed the room was, with the dripping alcohol-stain on the far wall adding to the overall effect. JC was still kneeling on the floor, panting for breath and unwilling to trust his legs to support him. AJ hadn't moved, either, standing stone-still in the same spot facing JC.
Finally, JC stood up, once he thought that he could do it without falling over. "Thanks," he said, receiving no answer. He suddenly realized that he still had AJ's money clip in his hands and held it out to him. "Here."
AJ looked down at the money but didn't say anything.
"AJ?" JC said.
"Keep it."
"I didn't - "
"I think you earned it," AJ said, and walked out of the room, into one of the bedrooms.
JC hesitated only a moment before following him. "I don't take money for doing nothing," he said.
AJ was lying face-up on the bed. His glasses were off, but he'd flung an arm over his eyes, even though there were no lights on in the room. "I'm just covering your lost wages. Or, hell, consider it a gift. Can you still make your other 'date'?"
"I got someone to cover for me," JC said.
AJ nodded. "Too bad."
JC sat down on the edge of the bed. "AJ - " he said, reaching his hand out to touch AJ, who flinched away.
"Don't fucking touch me," AJ said, through his teeth.
"I'm sorry," JC said, pulling away.
"Doesn't it ever make you feel cheap?" AJ asked him. "Taking money from strangers for sex?"
"No," JC said, shaking his head. "I know what I do. I know who I am. I don't hurt anyone, I don't steal, and I'm good at my job." He chuckled softly, the sound a little strained. "I'm the best lay in Los Angeles, remember?"
"Why are you here?"
"Because you wanted me to come," JC said, and this time, when he touched AJ, AJ let him. "Because I wanted to come." He lifted up AJ's shirt, licking him on the stomach, tongue tracing the familiar tattoo on AJ's stomach and the thin skin that stretched over his ribs.
AJ shivered, and JC climbed on top of him, straddling AJ's waist and lifting AJ's arms up over his head, rubbing himself, fully-clothed, against AJ's groin. He rode him like that until he could feel that AJ was fully hard, cock straining against the tight black leather of his pants.
"You want to fuck me?" JC murmured. AJ's answer was nothing more than a moan, but his mouth opened wide when JC's kissed him lightly, and he lifted his head, grabbing on to the back of JC's neck and pulling him back into a much deeper kiss, tongue darting in and out of his mouth. JC let himself be turned over on the bed so that AJ was on top of him, fingers unbuttoning his shirt while AJ pulled down the zipper of his khakis.
When JC was naked and AJ was still fully dressed, AJ pulled him tight against his groin, spreading JC's legs wide and humping hard against him, cock a prominent bulge in his pants. JC arched his body up, hands digging into the bedclothes, writhing his hips. Finally, unable to take any more of the tease, he sat up and skinned the tank off AJ's torso, biting AJ's nipples as he fumbled with the snap on his pants. The leather was warm and unyielding, but AJ's hips were so narrow that it wasn't much of a struggle to free him, and then it was JC's turn to push AJ on his back and climb on top of him, bending over to lick his cock a couple of times before unrolling a condom on it.
Being fucked by AJ was like coming home. JC closed his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to tell himself that this was just another job, just another lay, and then AJ sat up and licked the indentation right over his heart and JC grabbed on to him, tangling his fingers into AJ's dark hair and holding on to him for dear life. His legs were wrapped around AJ's waist, twisted together at the ankles, and AJ's cock felt like it was pushing all the way through him, burrowing its way right up into his heart.
He didn't say any of that, though, using his body, mouth, and hands to convey the way that AJ made him feel instead, clutching and holding on to him until AJ eased him down on the bed, pulling JC's ankles up over his shoulders and fucking him hard. JC reached down and fisted his own cock, hand moving so fast over himself it was barely a blur, pulling his flesh until he came, come puddling on his stomach and muscles clenching tight around AJ's thrusting cock, wrenching an orgasm from him, as well.
AJ pulled out and stripped off the condom, tossing it in the garbage and lighting a cigarette before he lay down again. JC curled around him, kissing his chest and watching the haze of smoke he breathed out drift up towards the ceiling. They didn't speak, but it felt like they didn't need to, and JC loved that feeling - the post-sex closeness. He didn't even want to get out of bed to shower.
AJ reached up to turn on the bedside lamp, and JC saw that there was a vial of coke sitting there on the nightstand. AJ rolled over and crushed his cigarette out, then grabbed the coke, spreading three generous lines on a small mirrored tray and snorting two of them with a tiny straw before handing it over to JC. JC inhaled the last line and then lay back on the bed, closing his eyes and feeling the rush of heat through his body, the pounding of his heart. AJ climbed on top of him and kissed him, mouth both devouring and breath-stealing, and JC's head was pounding with a lack of oxygen before AJ released him, moving his mouth down lower, kissing and biting his neck, his nipples, and his stomach, tongue-fucking his navel for a few moments, until JC raised his hips up, silently begging.
He didn't need to say a thing, although a strangled scream escaped his lips when AJ suddenly and unexpectedly deep-throated him, taking JC's cock in to the hilt, buried nose-deep in his pubic hair. JC had to brace himself to keep from coming when AJ's mouth pulled back, tongue tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock like he was trying to split the skin there. He came closer to doing just that when he nipped JC's cock with his teeth, sharp and hard little bites that just served to make JC even harder than he already was.
JC's skin was beaded with sweat and his body felt so heavy that he didn't think he could even lift his arms, although his mind was racing. AJ's mouth continued to torture him, sucking and licking and damn near swallowing him, but always easing off when it felt like JC might actually come. "Oh, fuck," JC finally managed to gasp, "_please_ let me come."
"No," AJ said, leaning over and sucking a bruise onto JC's stomach.
JC whimpered, body shivering again. He wanted to push AJ away, but he couldn't. His entire body felt raw and needy, like an exposed nerve-ending. When AJ lifted his hips up, pushing in between them, JC had just enough clarity of mind left to mumble, "Condom."
AJ sheathed himself and then pushed in, steadily, and JC could feel every fraction of an inch like it was happening in slow motion. AJ leaned over him, doubling JC's legs up against his chest, and kissed him on the mouth over and over again, fucking him until the tears streamed down JC's face. He didn't know why he was crying, but he couldn't seem to stop himself, and he couldn't _come_, either, even though AJ wasn't even preventing him from doing it anymore. Finally AJ pulled back and fisted JC's cock, and JC came at the first touch, come pulsing all over his chest and AJ's hand, so hard and for so long that he didn't think he was ever going to _stop_ coming. And then he passed out, with AJ still fucking him.
"Hey," AJ said, when JC's eyes fluttered open. "Thought I lost you, there."
"Jesus," JC rasped, licking his bone-dry lips. "I've never had a rush like that from doing one line of coke before."
"Well, that's probably because it wasn't coke," AJ said, biting the back of his neck.
"Oh, Jesus," JC said, closing his eyes.
"You've never tried smack before?"
JC shook his head. "No."
"Pretty intense, eh?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry about it. Nobody gets hooked the first time. I'll get us some coke the next time," AJ said, rubbing his hands over JC's stomach.
JC nodded, glad to hear that there was going to be a next time. "Okay."
AJ fell asleep a few minutes later, but JC couldn't make himself close his eyes. It wasn't like he never worked fucked-up before, but it was always something that he was comfortable with - Ecstasy or poppers or a line or two of coke, nothing serious. Heroin was _really_ fucking serious. People _died_.
He lay there, drifting in and out of sleep, until the bedside clock read 5.15, and then sat up in the bed, thinking he should probably find his clothes and go.
"Don't go," AJ mumbled, holding on to him.
"Okay," JC said, and lay back down.
"You should just stay the rest of the week," AJ added, with a grin. "You can keep me on the straight and narrow - so to speak."
"Okay," JC said again. He had other dates lined up, but he knew that Lance or Tony or someone else could cover for him, under the circumstances. Hell, Lance had practically _insisted_ that he come here tonight.
AJ wrapped himself around JC's body again. "Have you ever fucked someone you didn't like?"
"Sure," JC said. "Not very often, though."
"Do you ever pretend you're fucking someone else?"
"Sometimes."
"You ever fall in love with a trick?"
"No," JC lied.
AJ snorted, and started to laugh.
"What?" JC asked.
"I was just thinking that we're both whores, but I get to do it on a bigger scale," AJ said. "You're still the best fucking lay in Los Angeles, though," he added.
"Thanks."