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Jonny sighed, slouching even lower in his seat and wondering once more why he had let his friends bully him into this. He looked out the slightly frosted car window, his gaze meeting nothing but darkness, seedy buildings and a handful of desperate looking people.
“So, what are we looking for? Tall? Small? Blond? Black?”
Upon hearing his friend’s voice, Jonny lifted his eyes and met Will’s gaze in the rear-view mirror as Phil, who was riding shotgun, twisted in his seat to look at Jonny.
“I’m not looking for shit. This was your idea, not mine. Besides, it’s like minus 100 degrees. Lets just go back home and watch a couple of movies instead.”
Phil grinned and shook his head.
“Nope. Trust me, this will do you a world of good. It’s been weeks since you did anything other than eat, sleep and study, Jonny. It’s ok to have a little bit of fun in life, you know.”
Jonny rolled his eyes.
“Watching movies is fun. Going to a club is fun. Playing guitar is fun. Picking a random hooker off the street is not my definition of fun.”
Jonny turned his head once more so that he could look out the window and into the darkness, just so he wouldn’t have to see Phil’s shit eating grin directed at him. That’s when he saw Him.
The man had short blond hair. He was by no means dressed for the kind of weather that he was currently standing in, with a pair of washed out jeans and a t-shirt. Yet, Jonny could easily see why he wasn’t wearing a coat, as his shirt showcased his lean yet muscular arms and chest.
“You like that one?”
Jonny was startled out of his staring by Will’s voice.
“No. Let’s just go home.”
But his friend turned a deaf ear to his argument and parked the car on the curb, a few feet away from the blond man. The car had barely stopped moving when Phil jumped out and walked up to the hooker.
Jonny could feel his heart race. Yes, it had been forever since he’d last gotten laid. Yes, he had way more responsibilities that pleasure nowadays. And yes, the blond man was incredibly gorgeous...but Jonny had a very bad feeling about all of this. As he looked out the window once more, his eyes crossed the hooker’s and he shivered. Even in the darkness, he could see that the other man had the most amazing blue eyes that he’s ever seen.
Phil talked to the other man for a few more minutes, and Jonny felt himself tense as his friend handed the stranger what seemed like a little bundle of cash before both men started walking back to the car together.
Phil opened the back door of the car, letting the blond man crawl in beside Jonny.
“Jonny, this is Chris. Chris, this is Jonny. Will and I are going to go for a bite down the street and be back in about an hour. You guys can either stay in the car or go to the little motel over there. It’s up to you. Have fun!”
With that, Phil closed the door once more. Will got out of the car as well, grinning back at them before closing his door and walking away with his friend.
Jonny wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, nervously looking at Chris.
“Don’t be nervous. We are only going to go as far as you want to go tonight. No pressure.”
The gravelly voice went straight to Jonny’s crotch. The blond man smiled and leaned in slowly. Jonny closed his eyes as soft lips met his in a nearly chaste kiss. There were butterflies in his stomach and he felt lightheaded...all of that from a simple kiss...
Jonny gasped as a warm tongue met his bottom lip and Chris took that as an invitation, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth.
It took a few minutes, but Jonny eventually relaxed into the kiss, letting one of his hands move up to the hooker’s hair and running his fingers through it. Chris seemed to take that as his cue. Without breaking contact, he climbed into Jonny’s lap.
Jonny unconsciously moved his hands from Chris’s hair to his hips, grounding the other man on his lap. He felt as if all of his senses were on overload. He was being kissed senseless, but even if his lungs were complaining about the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t bring himself to back away from the sweet assault. The solid weight on his lap, softly rutting against him to bring delicious frictions to both of their groins, was maddening.
Yet, the feeling of utter wrongness reeled its ugly head once more as Jonny felt Chris shiver against him, and as freezing hands slipped under his shirt to skim over his skin.
The other man must have felt how Jonny suddenly tensed, because he moved back slightly from the kiss, smiling.
“Don’t worry, I know that my hands are cold, but my mouth is definitely warm.”
With that the hooker started working on Jonny’s belt with shaky fingers.
As hard as he was, the little alarm bells in Jonny’s head just wouldn’t let up. Or course, he was horny as hell and his body was begging for release, but he couldn’t help but wonder what had pushed the other man into becoming a hooker. Was he doing it to pay for drugs? Did he have a shitty upbringing? Did he like doing what he did or was it only a way to put a roof over his head and food in his stomach?
Jonny knew that he was thinking with his heart instead of with his head (or dick) at that moment, but as he skimmed his hands around the other man’s waist, feeling him wince slightly, he took a second to really look at Chris. Even in the very dim light provided by the moon on this frigid night, he could see a fading bruise on the other man’s cheek. The fingers that were still trying to get his belt unbuckled were scrapped and the knuckles were bloody. When Jonny’s eyes moved back up and met a long and fresh mark on the other man’s neck, clearly indicating that someone had tried choking him not that long ago, he felt anger bubble beneath his skin.
Chris must have felt him tense all over again, because he moved in to kiss Jonny once more. At the simple contact, Jonny’s brain stopped functioning properly for a few seconds, but as he felt cold fingers pulling down the zipper of his pants after having finally been successful with his belt, the little voice inside his head started screaming how wrong all of this was once again.
Jonny moved back from the kiss, leaned his forehead against the other man’s and took the shaky fingers in his, stopping their progress on his pants.
It was Chris’s turn to tense a bit, seemingly a little thrown off by this turn of events. Yet, he turned a smile to Jonny.
“Would you prefer going to the motel? We can do anything you want. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
When Chris’s lips ran across his own, Jonny let him for a moment or two, before pulling away. Still holding the other man’s freezing digits in his own, he brought them up to his face and softly blew warm air on them, hoping to ease the ache and stiffness that he knew Chris had to be feeling after standing in the cold for God knew how long.
“Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll go to the little café down the street and grab a bite and a warm drink. We’ll hang out for an hour or two and then we’ll meet my friends back at the car and drive you home. How does that sound?”
If Chris had been tense earlier, he was now rigid on Jonny’s lap. Jonny could nearly hear the little wheels turning in the other man’s head, wondering if this was a trap, if he would have to give back the money that he had been given earlier, if the 3 men would really be taking him home afterwards or if he would end up in a dark alley somewhere and never be seen again. Yet, he could feel every cell in his body shivering from staying on the sidewalk for over an hour in frigid weather, and his stomach was painfully contracting at the mere thought of food. He couldn’t even remember when was the last meal that he had taken.
Before the blond could make up his mind, Jonny gently pushed him off of his lap and onto the seat beside him. He then took off his coat and pulled in onto the other man, wrapping him tightly in soft warmth.
Jonny nearly laughed when shocked blue eyes meet his, but he hid his smirk as much as he could, not wanting the other man to run away from him, into the cold night and on to the next client, getting beat up and abused for a bit of cash.
Jonny climbed out of the car, grabbing Chris’s hand and helping him out as well. Jonny then locked the car, and keeping Chris’s hand in his, slowly made his way over to the café. He could see that the other man was trying his best to hide the limp in his step, and he pulled him a little closer to his body.
“You can keep whatever my friends gave you earlier. It’s yours. And we’ll be in a public place, so you have nothing to worry about. If you still think that this is a big masterplan to kill you and dump your body somewhere after we’re done eating, then you can simply kick me in the nut and run while I mourn the fact that I’ll never be able to even consider having kids one day.”
A soft smile lit Chris’s face, and Jonny pulled on his hand some more, making them bump shoulders.
“It’s just a meal, drink and conversation. If you’re uncomfortable at any point, just say so and then walk out. I won’t hold it against you.”
Chris stopped walking and, as Jonny turned to the other man, soft lips grazed his own for a moment.
“Thank you.”
Once again, that deep voice ran straight to Jonny’s dick, but he simply smiled, gave the other man a peck on the lips and tugged on his hand once more as he started walking again.