For a Price

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The door closed with a muted thud as Bobby stepped into the dim nightclub, his eyes adjusting to the dark and hazy, and smoke - filled room. He moved to the bar slowly, scanning the room with a practiced eye while he waited for the bartender. Without taking his eyes off the crowd, he gave his order. The bartender nodded silently and poured the glass of whiskey, pushing it towards him with a careless shove.

Bobby snagged the glass before it hit the edge, giving the bartender an irritated glance as he walked down the narrow aisles. He spied an empty booth along one side of the wall. He slid into it smoothly, relaxing against the aged leather. He sipped at his whiskey, leisurely surveying the room as the strong liquor trickled down his throat.

He studied each person that his eyes landed on, dismissing them almost as soon as he saw them. None of them were quite what he was looking for. Bobby sipped slowly, enjoying the burn. He took his coat off with small, precise movements, his eyes restlessly landing on a young man who was stretched out invitingly at one of the many circular tables, his long legs crossed as he glared at his empty bottle of beer.

‘Perfect,’ Bobby smiled to himself. The exact mix of sullenness and innocence.

Bobby caught the boy’s eye a moment later. They stared at each other in a silent contest. Eventually the boy sighed quietly and stood up, making his way to Bobby’s booth. He stared at the boy hungrily, reminding himself not to just leap across the table and touch, taste, to feel the youth. The boy lifted his chin, a slight defiant twist of his lips as he stared challengingly at Bobby.

“I assume you wanted another beer?” he asked finally, amused by the boy’s attempts to look tough.

The boy tried to hide his blush. Bobby watched with great interest as the red tint warmed the pale cheeks in front of him. He wondered vaguely if the boy’s body flushed as lovely as his face did.

“Yeah,” he muttered.

Bobby nodded and caught the eye of the worn-out waitress. She waited silently for their order. Bobby glanced at the empty bottle on the boy’s abandoned table. He ordered another beer and a glass of water for himself. The waitress wrote it down and departed as he looked the boy over.

“Water?” the boy asked, one eyebrow raised. Bobby flashed a quick grin.

“No need to get shit-faced is there?” he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice.

The boy looked at him and snorted quietly. “If you say so,” he said.

Bobby waited until they had both finished their drinks before crossing his arms loosely.

“How long have you been on the streets?” he asked.

The boy shrugged. “Six months,” he said, aiming for a nonchalant look and failing badly.

Bobby looked him over again. He smiled at the boy and extended his hand, a twenty dollar bill tucked into his palm. The boy took his hand and shook it firmly. To Bobby’s amusement, the boy’s eyebrows shot upwards when he felt the money.

‘Six months, my ass,’ he thought inwardly.

“Name’s Bobby,” he said, ignoring the flustered look on the boy’s face as he pocketed the cash.

“Jack,” was the response. Bobby studied Jack’s face, taking in the messy hair that spiked and flopped all over, the startling blue eyes, the pouty lips, and felt his jeans tighten. By, god, the boy was sinfully good-looking.

“Jack,” Bobby said aloud, testing the name on his tongue. “I like it, it suits you,” he declared.

Jack stared at the table, willing his cheeks to stop burning. He chanced a look only to find Bobby staring at him like a predator. He shivered as the thought filled him with a thrilled desire. He had the strongest urge to bare his neck and let the older man mark him.

“You, ah, wanna get out here?” he mumbled, struggling to remember what his friend had told him to say. He berated himself mentally when he saw another amused grin on Bobby’s face.

“Definitely,” Bobby murmured. “Come with me, Jack,” he said.

Jack squirmed slightly. ‘How can simple words sound so dirty and hot,’ he thought while he slid out the booth.

Bobby tossed a few bills on the table for the tab. He reached over and gently pulled Jack’s elbow close. “This way,” he said as he walked to the door.

Jack shivered again. There was something about Bobby’s voice that drowned his own mental fears; that strongly suggested that this was absolutely a good idea. Bobby led him back to his car, opening the side door for Jack, shutting it firmly behind him. Jack rubbed his hands together, blowing on them in the chilled air of the car. Bobby got in a moment later.

He glanced over at Jack, who was doing his best not to let his teeth clack together. Bobby pulled a pair of thick gloves out of the backseat and tossed them to Jack. He caught the gloves and began pulling them on.

“You can keep those,” Bobby said once Jack finished putting them on.

Jack looked out the fogged up window and sighed softly. “Thank you,” he half-whispered, embarrassed at how pathetically grateful he was for the kind gesture.

Bobby nodded once as he started the car. They drove in silence, neither feeling a need to talk. He pulled into a parking lot awhile later, up to a large gray building that seemed to reach to the clouds. Jack whistled lowly as they walked to the door.

“Nice building?” he asked.

Bobby looked up at the building. “It’s alright I guess. Kind of like caging animals, y’know?” he said as he turned the key in the door.

Jack took in the hard look in Bobby’s eyes. He felt a small bolt of need run through him at the roughness in Bobby’s voice, the dark look on his face. He followed behind Bobby, his nervousness more pronounced in the elevator than before. Bobby ignored the nervous glances and gently tugged Jack’s elbow when they reached the twelfth floor and the elevator doors pinged open.

Inside the apartment, Jack stood awkwardly in the room, trying hard to stay calm and relaxed. He was mildly startled when he felt Bobby’s warm fingers on his neck. He tilted his head slightly, letting out a small gasp when the fingers left only to be replaced by a mouth that suckled lightly on his skin.

Jack was embarrassed by the whine that passed his lips when Bobby pulled his head further to the side, his tongue tracing the red mark on his neck. He breathed in shakily, his skin tingling as Bobby’s lips ghosted over his neck.

He pulled back abruptly and began unbuttoning his long coat, his eyes on Jack all the while. Jack followed his lead and tugged his short leather jacket off, tossing it carelessly on the floor. Bobby headed down the hallway, Jack wordlessly following behind him into a bedroom on the right hand side.

He eyed the bed, swallowing reflexively as his stomach began to churn. He toed off his boots and stared at the floor. Bobby closed the bedroom door, the gleam in his eyes more pronounced. He stepped up behind Jack again, and ran his hands up and over his chest, pulling on the frayed t-shirt, bringing it up and over Jack’s head.

Bobby smiled appreciatively as he took in the smooth, lightly muscled skin, the darkly colored tattoos. Jack stood as still as he possibly could. He breathed in and out slowly, determined to stay calm. Bobby ran his fingers over some of Jack’s tattoos while he moved around to face him.

Jack tried for a smile, his lips working hard to curl into a welcoming smile. Bobby grinned and reached up to cup Jack’s cheek with one hand. Jack was inwardly horrified to find himself turning his head into the embrace. He screamed to himself silently, unwilling to back off, to break off the gesture.

Bobby reluctantly dropped his hand, unexpectedly warmed by the fact that Jack seemed starved for affection. That a simple touch had such an effect on him. He pushed the thought away, resolving to be gentle.

“Take your pants off,” he said quietly.

Jack struggled to pull his jeans down, his fingers fumbling uselessly with the clasp and his belt. Bobby took the time in which Jack was distracted to undress. He sat on the edge of the bed watching as Jack finally tugged his jeans off, his every movement screaming of his nervousness.

Jack stepped closer to the bed, sitting down hesitantly. “Lie down,” Bobby said. Jack’s eyes widened slightly. He lay back against the two pillows, his head resting on the headboard.

Bobby ignored the way Jack watched him. He swallowed dryly as he moved forward and kneeled over Jack, his body inches from him. Jack screwed his eyes up tight, anticipating a brutal assault. Bobby felt Jack tense up underneath him and stopped moving, looking down at him in confusion.

“What the…” he started to say. Jack cracked one eye open and saw the mixture of confusion and what surely had to be anger on Bobby’s face and rolled to the side, his cheeks burning with shame.

Bobby sat up, frowning. Jack curled away from him, huddling into himself. To his growing horror, tears prickled and burned in his eyes. Bobby cautiously touched Jack’s shoulder.

“Jack, you ok?” he asked.

Jack shook his head miserably. He forced himself to roll back over and face Bobby.

“I…” he tried to say. He sighed in defeat. Bobby nodded slowly, his initial guess confirmed. “This your first time then?”

Jack blinked as an errant tear ran down his cheek. “Yeah,” he mumbled.

“Jackie,” Bobby said, getting a small smile from Jack. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, not with me around. This life isn’t for you,” he said.

Jack tensed. “Look, I don’t need your advice,” he snapped. Bobby cupped Jack’s cheek, softly caressing the skin there. Jack let out a small sound of content.

Bobby leaned down and kissed him then, lightly pressing until Jack responded, the kiss sending sparks through him. He pulled Bobby down further, wanting to feel more. He opened his mouth shyly, feeling a buzzing in his stomach as Bobby’s tongue slid against his.

Bobby pulled back and trailed small kisses down Jack’s chest, his tongue sweeping over his hard nipples, gently teasing the swollen peaks. Jack gasped as Bobby’s lips nipped lightly on one nipple, the sensation going straight to his cock, his legs falling open as red hot desire pooled low in his belly.

He pinched the other nipple, plucking, and rubbing, soothing the slight sting with swipes of his tongue. Jack gasped for breath, his cock leaking, a small trickle dripping from the tip. His hips wiggled helplessly as Bobby moved his head lower, his hands coming down to cup his sac. Jack whimpered low in his throat when Bobby wrapped one hand firmly around the base of his cock.

Jack lifted his hips, wanting badly to touch Bobby, his blood pounding in his ears, his mouth dry from gasping. Bobby sucked one side of his sac then the other, his tongue lapping at the skin. Jack cried out, the tingling in his feet now buzzing.

“Bobby,” he cried. Bobby gave him a wolfish grin. He swiped his tongue over the head of Jack’s cock twice teasingly before pulling back. Jack shouted loudly, his cock swollen now, heavy and hot. He moaned as Bobby lowered his body, the moan becoming a groaned plea for more.

“Please, God, please just fuck me,” he cried hoarsely.

Bobby grabbed Jack’s legs and tossed them up on his shoulders. He reached for the lube in the night table drawer and squirted some on his fingers. He brought one finger down and rubbed it questioningly over his opening.

Jack writhed on the bed, begging Bobby to stop messing around and just take him. Bobby eased one finger inside, moving slowly for Jack’s sake. His own neglected cock throbbed painfully as he felt Jack’s muscles clench around his finger.

He ached to thrust until his orgasm was ripped from him. He stretched the opening carefully, stopping only long enough to hurriedly roll a condom on. He eased the head in. Jack tightened slightly, nervous still despite his arousal. He moaned loudly when Bobby caressed him, taking his mind of the initial burn.

Bobby grunted lowly as he pushed in, moving far slower than he would have liked. Jack gasped as his prostate was nudged, his skin burning with each slow stroke. Bobby pulled back a bit only to Jack yank him back in, further this time. He gasped with pleasure as each stroke rubbed in him, his cock leaking steadily onto his stomach.

Bobby leaned down and caught Jack’s mouth. They kissed desperately, their mouths meeting and both gasping as his thrust became more erratic.

“Touch yourself,” Bobby muttered.

Jack grasped his cock and pulled, his moans filling the room. Bobby cried out then as Jack’s muscles rippled and then tightened around him. He fell forward, his hips snapping against Jack, the pleasure bursting inside him. Jack panted. Bobby thrust one last time, hitting his prostate right as Jack circled the head of his cock again, his fingers moving until he felt his feet burn, his groin tightening, his eyes rolling up into his head, his groans falling softer as he came, painting stripes across his belly.

Bobby collapsed on him tiredly, breathing heavily. Jack ran one hand shakily through Bobby’s hair. They laid in silence, the echo of their breathing filling the air. Bobby reluctantly pulled back, wincing as he pulled out. Jack stared up at the ceiling, his eyes curiously blank.

Bobby walked to the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth for Jack. He held it out for him to take. Jack blinked once before taking the wet cloth. He whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ before wiping himself off. He dressed slowly, reluctant to leave the warm room, to leave Bobby.

Bobby tossed on a pair of sweatpants and a worn t-shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched Jack put his shirt on.

“How much?” he asked.

Jack swallowed dryly. The reality had begun to seep back in. “Fifty,” he mumbled.

Bobby nodded. He snagged his wallet from his jeans before counting a few bills and tucking them into his hand. Jack shifted from foot to foot. Bobby reached out with his other hand and caught Jack’s chin. He pulled him close, kissing him heatedly. Jack closed his eyes when he felt Bobby slip the money in his pocket.

They broke apart reluctantly, the kiss lingering and soft. Bobby caressed Jack’s cheek again, hating the moment he’d have to let go.

“Hang on a sec, Jackie,” he said.

Jack tried to ignore the part of him that was thrilled by the nickname. Bobby came back into the room, a piece of paper in his hand.

“Here,” he said, handing it to Jack, who took it warily.

“This is the name and phone number of someone who can help you,” he said.

Jack half-snorted. “What makes you think I want your help?” he said.

Bobby looked him over. “I’ve seen way too many kids end up in the gutter. I don’t wanna see that happen to you. Call the number,” he said firmly.

He kissed Jack once more before helping him put on his coat. Jack pocketed the paper without looking at it. Bobby walked him to the elevator, unable to resist kissing Jack’s sweet lips again.

In the elevator, Jack searched his pockets for his gloves, ‘well Bobby’s gloves really,’ he reminded himself. He yanked one out, surprised when the paper fluttered out with it. Prepared to rip it, he turned it over with a sigh and read it quickly.

Evelyn Mercer
555-2322

Bobby’s words echoed in his head. Jack wiped a stray tear away before tucking the paper back in his pocket for safekeeping. He dug into another pocket, sorting through his change until he found a quarter.

Bobby watched him from his balcony, a faint smile on his face as he saw Jack head to the nearest payphone in the plaza nearby. ‘I’ll see you again,’ he whispered to himself.

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