HOME | DD

Description
Dealing

“It’s going to be a hundred for the night.”

“What?”

“One hundred mauyen.”

Moth opened a reluctant eye, getting used to the gray half-light in the room. He didn’t need to look at the red led under his wrist to see that. Too early to be up, and too early to be bartering.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He asked with a voice as reluctant to work as his eyes.

The body wrapped in one of his towels was a bit of a surprise. Pushing back the headache thundering across his head, Moth pushed against pillows, sitting up better. It wasn’t a bad body. Nothing weird or out of place. But it was male.

That’s fucking different.

“Listen, just get the cash will ya?” The man said, turning on a heel. “I’m gonna clean up.”

No question about it. Those were the shoulders of a man. That was a man ass walking away.

“You got anything to eat?” The stranger asked, pausing at the door to the bathroom.

“Uh…”

“Forget it man, just get the cash.”

What the fuck did I do?

It wasn’t too big a mystery. He could feel the sheets on his bare ass. He was about as naked as his friend, whoever he was. The nightstand was crowded with several bottles of liquid ex. The colors probably for different flavors.

At least we used protection.

We…

The headache was calling for more attention, followed by a bit of queasiness. He didn’t need either. Today was a work day. His hand went to his chest by reflex. Touching the piece of ceramic implanted over his heart. He’d had it installed years ago. A necessary evil in his line of work. Moth pulled himself out of the covers, sprawling across the futon, reaching for his case. In the other room, he could hear the water run, reminding him of the business he needed to take care of before leaving.

The case was a small affair, leather and brushed steel. A small black panel allowed only his fingerprints access to the contents. Inside were more than a dozen small metal cylinders. Some of them with labels, others plain and undecorated. They were smaller than his pinky finger, but about as wide. He needed something lighter, less work oriented. A flick of a switch and a panel opened up behind the array of cans. The smaller compartment held smaller, rounder cans, red and blue. That’s what he needed.

With the case closed, and the can in his fingers, he sat back on the bed, resting on the pillows. One end of the can fit perfectly into the ceramic dock. They should, they were designed for each other. A small hiss of air, and the can went cold as its contents mixed into his bloodstream. The effect was almost instant. The headache vanished, the queasiness faded, the hangover was gone.

With that bit of business out of the way, Moth finally lifted himself off the futon. His apartment was small, but at least the bedroom was separate from everything else. It had been cold the night before. But the small space warmed up fast, especially with more than one person in the room. The proof of this was the puffy white comforter on the floor nearby. The clothes strewn from the door to the bed were proof of another sort.

“What the fuck did I do?” Moth asked himself, unabashedly walking to where his underwear lay. He wasn’t too shocked when he uncovered the small pair of pink briefs. Although the tiny red hearts polka dotting the pair were different. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

Someone who’s gonna cost me.

He slipped on his less flashy charcoal grey boxer briefs, giving himself a good scratch before moving towards the bathroom door. A glance at his wrist told him It was a little past six. Way too early for someone like him. The wall across from the futon was flashing a notification for him. He had a message. More than likely work.

The door to the bathroom wasn’t locked. And for a second Moth wondered if it’d be intrusive for him to enter. His curiosity about the man inside was too strong. Softly he slid the door open, walking into the steamy room.

The kid had all the jets on, something Moth never did. Hot showers must be rare on the streets. The towel his guest had worn was crumpled near the glass door to the shower. The stall was a billowing white mist, but Moth could make out the man inside. Flashes of pale golden skin peeked from time to time as he scrubbed. When he caught a glimpse of the curve his lower back, running down to the top of his ass, his heart thumped heavily.

Shit.

No doubt about it. Something about the kid was having an effect on him. And it wasn’t something he was used to. At least not for a guy. A flash of memory flooded him, an image of tangled bodies, warm flesh, a hot mouth. He shivered in the sauna like heat as he remembered the feel of fingers grazing his back.

Fuck.

His thrumming heart felt like it would burst. He could feel the blood flow to his dick, filling it up in a pleasant and needful way. The gray briefs were starting to feel tight. And Moth couldn’t take his eyes of the boy before him. More images came to him. A smile hiding behind a drink. Hands holding his. Sparkling eyes holding a thousand stars in their lilac depths. His breath hitched, his heartbeat picked up, and a hand went to push down the now painful erection.

“If you’re done staring, could you hand me a towel?” the kid’s voice broke the heavy tableau of lust.

Moth shook himself, pushing back on his dick, wishing it would be less conspicuous. The rack of towels was nearby, well within the kids reach. He felt his hand move, his body react. Towel in hand, he met his visitor as he walked out of the glass walled stall. Moth wrapped the towel around the kids shoulders, pulling him to his body, snuggling behind him.

His dick was still erect, and snuggled comfortably in the kids rump, enjoying the heat found there. With shaky hands, he ran the towel across pale shoulders, up a delicate neck, down a supple spine. There were bruises on him, old and fading, but easy to see. And there were other marks, places he knew his lips had been. Places he’d taken as his own.

Moth was taller than the rent boy, more muscled. The kid was lean and soft, silky in places, coarse in others. With a shuddering breath he got closer, nuzzling his nose into the nape of a soft neck. The smell was clean and male. The desire in him only increased as his body remembered what he had done to this man just last night. He wanted this person. Wanted with a yearning he’d never felt before, for a man or woman. His body ached to hold him, to feel him, to taste him.

Moth couldn’t hold back, the caress of lips turned harder, as he sucked on the neck, leaving another mark on that wonderful skin. He prodded him with his dick, wanting him to understand what it was he needed this morning. The strain was too much, he felt he could tear through the fabric with his cock alone. Below him the kid moaned, backing up into him.

“It’s gonna cost you more…” His guest said, as he reached for a free hand, placing it on his own plump dick.

“Whatever… I don’t care… I just wanna…” Moth breathed, pulling on the offered penis while he poked with his own.

“It won’t be like last night…” The kid exhaled, breath turning to a moan as he finished. “You top, you gotta pay…”

Wait a second…

“What do you mean?” Moth asked, trying not to over analyze things, letting his body rule his mind.

“The hundred… That was cause I did the fucking…”

No fucking way…

“It’ll be more if you wanna do me…” He moaned, seeking an erection that was making an exit.

Moth backed up, letting go of the kids still hard dick. His own erection was becoming a ghost. The implications of what the rent boy had said was like a cold shower.

“Are you telling me…” Moth sputtered. “You… fucked…”

“Fucked you?” the kid grinned. “Yeah.”

“No way. No fucking way.”

“Don’t look at me like that. You were the one asking.”

“No fucking way.”

He’d been trying to understand why his body had responded the way it had to the stranger. Now Moth had another level of confusion to sift through. His idea on being gay or straight was pretty shaky this morning. But he had assumed he had been the one doing the fucking.

How fucking wasted was I?

“You weren’t that drunk.” The kid said, reading Moth’s mind.

“But…”

“I think I know where this is going.” He said, wrapping the towel around his waist. It was a simple motion, nothing explicit about it. Still, Moth found himself licking his lips. He was brought back to reality when the stranger started again. “Let me guess. This is the first time you’ve ever been with a guy? You’re straight? That hole is strictly one way?”

Moth tried not to look dumbfounded. “Well, yeah.” He said.

“What can I say? I can be very convincing.” he smiled.

“I don’t… I don’t even know your fucking name.” Moth pouted, more for the towel now in his way.

“Azure.” The kid replied.

“Wha-?”

“My name. You can call me Azure.”

“Azure?” Moth asked, working the name around his mouth.

“Is there a problem, Moth?”

“I told you my name?” Moth asked, blood rushing to his face.

“You said a lot of things last night.” Azure smiled lecherously. “And you asked for lots more.”

“I… Um… I don’t…” Moth stammered.

“Relax Moth, no one but you and me will ever know.” Azure said, moving towards the door. “Client hustler privilege.”

“That’s not what I…” Moth started. “That’s not what I was going to say.”

Azure paused at the door, hand reaching for the latch. The pale lilac eyes were studying him. There was a question behind them. And consideration. He was being read. He Moth could almost imagine Azure rummaging through his mind, sorting things out, taking down notes when something interesting came up.

“No… That’s not what you were going to say, was it?” Azure said; hand finding the latch, eyes locked onto Moth’s.

“I was going to…”

“You were going to say you don’t always do this.” Azure interrupted, smiling at the new blush warming Moth’s face. “And that you don’t think we should waste any more time here.”

Moth could only nod.

I don’t want you to go.

It was a thought too terrifying to voice. Especially to a rent boy whose name he was only now learning. Whatever spell Azure had placed on him, he had to get free. As tempting as the kid was, he was still a prostitute. He didn’t have the look of a junkie. But then again, Moth didn’t have the look of a Runner.

“Did you still want breakfast?” Moth asked.

“That depends.” Azure said.

“Depends?”

“Yeah. It depends on what you call breakfast.”

The grin Azure gave him was overpowering. It brought feeling back to Moth’s body. Reminding him of what he’d been wanting just minutes ago. His heart started skipping that rapid tattoo. His breath took on a deeper tone. He swallowed hard, looking at Azure from head to toe. One quick motion had him taking Azure’s hand from the latch and pushing him against the door.

Azure ending costing Moth one thousand. Not too bad, some of his cans ran in the tens of thousands. The fact it boiled down to a business transaction helped him explain away what he had done. And what Azure had done to him. The neat finality of it all did bother him however. After they finished in the bathroom they moved to the futon. Then to the breakfast table. This being his first rent boy, Moth wasn’t sure if it was customary to feed your paid fuck.

They ate anyway.

Description
Dealing

“It’s going to be a hundred for the night.”

“What?”

“One hundred mauyen.”

Moth opened a reluctant eye, getting used to the gray half-light in the room. He didn’t need to look at the red led under his wrist to see that. Too early to be up, and too early to be bartering.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He asked with a voice as reluctant to work as his eyes.

The body wrapped in one of his towels was a bit of a surprise. Pushing back the headache thundering across his head, Moth pushed against pillows, sitting up better. It wasn’t a bad body. Nothing weird or out of place. But it was male.

That’s fucking different.

“Listen, just get the cash will ya?” The man said, turning on a heel. “I’m gonna clean up.”

No question about it. Those were the shoulders of a man. That was a man ass walking away.

“You got anything to eat?” The stranger asked, pausing at the door to the bathroom.

“Uh…”

“Forget it man, just get the cash.”

What the fuck did I do?

It wasn’t too big a mystery. He could feel the sheets on his bare ass. He was about as naked as his friend, whoever he was. The nightstand was crowded with several bottles of liquid ex. The colors probably for different flavors.

At least we used protection.

We…

The headache was calling for more attention, followed by a bit of queasiness. He didn’t need either. Today was a work day. His hand went to his chest by reflex. Touching the piece of ceramic implanted over his heart. He’d had it installed years ago. A necessary evil in his line of work. Moth pulled himself out of the covers, sprawling across the futon, reaching for his case. In the other room, he could hear the water run, reminding him of the business he needed to take care of before leaving.

The case was a small affair, leather and brushed steel. A small black panel allowed only his fingerprints access to the contents. Inside were more than a dozen small metal cylinders. Some of them with labels, others plain and undecorated. They were smaller than his pinky finger, but about as wide. He needed something lighter, less work oriented. A flick of a switch and a panel opened up behind the array of cans. The smaller compartment held smaller, rounder cans, red and blue. That’s what he needed.

With the case closed, and the can in his fingers, he sat back on the bed, resting on the pillows. One end of the can fit perfectly into the ceramic dock. They should, they were designed for each other. A small hiss of air, and the can went cold as its contents mixed into his bloodstream. The effect was almost instant. The headache vanished, the queasiness faded, the hangover was gone.

With that bit of business out of the way, Moth finally lifted himself off the futon. His apartment was small, but at least the bedroom was separate from everything else. It had been cold the night before. But the small space warmed up fast, especially with more than one person in the room. The proof of this was the puffy white comforter on the floor nearby. The clothes strewn from the door to the bed were proof of another sort.

“What the fuck did I do?” Moth asked himself, unabashedly walking to where his underwear lay. He wasn’t too shocked when he uncovered the small pair of pink briefs. Although the tiny red hearts polka dotting the pair were different. “Who the fuck is this guy?”

Someone who’s gonna cost me.

He slipped on his less flashy charcoal grey boxer briefs, giving himself a good scratch before moving towards the bathroom door. A glance at his wrist told him It was a little past six. Way too early for someone like him. The wall across from the futon was flashing a notification for him. He had a message. More than likely work.

The door to the bathroom wasn’t locked. And for a second Moth wondered if it’d be intrusive for him to enter. His curiosity about the man inside was too strong. Softly he slid the door open, walking into the steamy room.

The kid had all the jets on, something Moth never did. Hot showers must be rare on the streets. The towel his guest had worn was crumpled near the glass door to the shower. The stall was a billowing white mist, but Moth could make out the man inside. Flashes of pale golden skin peeked from time to time as he scrubbed. When he caught a glimpse of the curve his lower back, running down to the top of his ass, his heart thumped heavily.

Shit.

No doubt about it. Something about the kid was having an effect on him. And it wasn’t something he was used to. At least not for a guy. A flash of memory flooded him, an image of tangled bodies, warm flesh, a hot mouth. He shivered in the sauna like heat as he remembered the feel of fingers grazing his back.

Fuck.

His thrumming heart felt like it would burst. He could feel the blood flow to his dick, filling it up in a pleasant and needful way. The gray briefs were starting to feel tight. And Moth couldn’t take his eyes of the boy before him. More images came to him. A smile hiding behind a drink. Hands holding his. Sparkling eyes holding a thousand stars in their lilac depths. His breath hitched, his heartbeat picked up, and a hand went to push down the now painful erection.

“If you’re done staring, could you hand me a towel?” the kid’s voice broke the heavy tableau of lust.

Moth shook himself, pushing back on his dick, wishing it would be less conspicuous. The rack of towels was nearby, well within the kids reach. He felt his hand move, his body react. Towel in hand, he met his visitor as he walked out of the glass walled stall. Moth wrapped the towel around the kids shoulders, pulling him to his body, snuggling behind him.

His dick was still erect, and snuggled comfortably in the kids rump, enjoying the heat found there. With shaky hands, he ran the towel across pale shoulders, up a delicate neck, down a supple spine. There were bruises on him, old and fading, but easy to see. And there were other marks, places he knew his lips had been. Places he’d taken as his own.

Moth was taller than the rent boy, more muscled. The kid was lean and soft, silky in places, coarse in others. With a shuddering breath he got closer, nuzzling his nose into the nape of a soft neck. The smell was clean and male. The desire in him only increased as his body remembered what he had done to this man just last night. He wanted this person. Wanted with a yearning he’d never felt before, for a man or woman. His body ached to hold him, to feel him, to taste him.

Moth couldn’t hold back, the caress of lips turned harder, as he sucked on the neck, leaving another mark on that wonderful skin. He prodded him with his dick, wanting him to understand what it was he needed this morning. The strain was too much, he felt he could tear through the fabric with his cock alone. Below him the kid moaned, backing up into him.

“It’s gonna cost you more…” His guest said, as he reached for a free hand, placing it on his own plump dick.

“Whatever… I don’t care… I just wanna…” Moth breathed, pulling on the offered penis while he poked with his own.

“It won’t be like last night…” The kid exhaled, breath turning to a moan as he finished. “You top, you gotta pay…”

Wait a second…

“What do you mean?” Moth asked, trying not to over analyze things, letting his body rule his mind.

“The hundred… That was cause I did the fucking…”

No fucking way…

“It’ll be more if you wanna do me…” He moaned, seeking an erection that was making an exit.

Moth backed up, letting go of the kids still hard dick. His own erection was becoming a ghost. The implications of what the rent boy had said was like a cold shower.

“Are you telling me…” Moth sputtered. “You… fucked…”

“Fucked you?” the kid grinned. “Yeah.”

“No way. No fucking way.”

“Don’t look at me like that. You were the one asking.”

“No fucking way.”

He’d been trying to understand why his body had responded the way it had to the stranger. Now Moth had another level of confusion to sift through. His idea on being gay or straight was pretty shaky this morning. But he had assumed he had been the one doing the fucking.

How fucking wasted was I?

“You weren’t that drunk.” The kid said, reading Moth’s mind.

“But…”

“I think I know where this is going.” He said, wrapping the towel around his waist. It was a simple motion, nothing explicit about it. Still, Moth found himself licking his lips. He was brought back to reality when the stranger started again. “Let me guess. This is the first time you’ve ever been with a guy? You’re straight? That hole is strictly one way?”

Moth tried not to look dumbfounded. “Well, yeah.” He said.

“What can I say? I can be very convincing.” he smiled.

“I don’t… I don’t even know your fucking name.” Moth pouted, more for the towel now in his way.

“Azure.” The kid replied.

“Wha-?”

“My name. You can call me Azure.”

“Azure?” Moth asked, working the name around his mouth.

“Is there a problem, Moth?”

“I told you my name?” Moth asked, blood rushing to his face.

“You said a lot of things last night.” Azure smiled lecherously. “And you asked for lots more.”

“I… Um… I don’t…” Moth stammered.

“Relax Moth, no one but you and me will ever know.” Azure said, moving towards the door. “Client hustler privilege.”

“That’s not what I…” Moth started. “That’s not what I was going to say.”

Azure paused at the door, hand reaching for the latch. The pale lilac eyes were studying him. There was a question behind them. And consideration. He was being read. He Moth could almost imagine Azure rummaging through his mind, sorting things out, taking down notes when something interesting came up.

“No… That’s not what you were going to say, was it?” Azure said; hand finding the latch, eyes locked onto Moth’s.

“I was going to…”

“You were going to say you don’t always do this.” Azure interrupted, smiling at the new blush warming Moth’s face. “And that you don’t think we should waste any more time here.”

Moth could only nod.

I don’t want you to go.

It was a thought too terrifying to voice. Especially to a rent boy whose name he was only now learning. Whatever spell Azure had placed on him, he had to get free. As tempting as the kid was, he was still a prostitute. He didn’t have the look of a junkie. But then again, Moth didn’t have the look of a Runner.

“Did you still want breakfast?” Moth asked.

“That depends.” Azure said.

“Depends?”

“Yeah. It depends on what you call breakfast.”

The grin Azure gave him was overpowering. It brought feeling back to Moth’s body. Reminding him of what he’d been wanting just minutes ago. His heart started skipping that rapid tattoo. His breath took on a deeper tone. He swallowed hard, looking at Azure from head to toe. One quick motion had him taking Azure’s hand from the latch and pushing him against the door.

Azure ending costing Moth one thousand. Not too bad, some of his cans ran in the tens of thousands. The fact it boiled down to a business transaction helped him explain away what he had done. And what Azure had done to him. The neat finality of it all did bother him however. After they finished in the bathroom they moved to the futon. Then to the breakfast table. This being his first rent boy, Moth wasn’t sure if it was customary to feed your paid fuck.

They ate anyway.