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Negotiating

Azure looked over his shoulder at the building. The ground floor was a maze of market stalls and one room shops. The second floor nothing more than an open shell with squatter tents and cooking fires giving it a hazy quality. The third and fourth levels were open to world, lacking floors and walls. Moth lived on the eighth floor, nothing spectacular to see from the street. But it had been much more than Azure was used to.

His normal clientele was made of the kind of person that lived on the sixth or seventh floor of the building. Rooms maintained as best they could, more than likely owned by an overseas corporation. The tenants barely able to pay rent, and even less able to afford Azure’s prices. He was popular enough to be worth the money, even if his regulars spent months saving and stealing the creds needed. And none could ever afford to pay for an entire night, let alone the morning after.

Moth had been very different. Azure had known this going in. The man he’d met at the chem shop exuded money. He’d followed from a distance, watching the stores Moth went into. There’s been the chem shop, then across the street to a produce stall, then a quick walk down the street to an open market. It was there he’d heard his name for the first time. The man who’d handed him a blank cred stick had called him Moth. A weird choice, Azure thought.

There was nothing Moth-like about the man he was trailing. If Azure had to choose he’d have chosen Sex on Legs or Hard Buns. That was another oddity about the guy, he walked around the ground world looking like a foreigner. Out of place in his fine clothes, and flashing all that cash around. He didn’t seem worried about getting hit from behind, or finding a group of scum with a gun around a corner. Instead he walked around like this was some upper class market square, a safe place among the urban sprawl.

The attitude was too much not to notice. The fact it was coming from a blonde haired uber man tickled Azure. The guy did not fit in, not in this place. All gold hair and welcome smiles. And there was that carefree attitude of his. That really bugged him. Making him smile, then scowl, wondering why he was so easy going. The worst part was the fact the man completely filled in the clothes he was wearing, muscles showing just right, pants bulging pleasantly where they should. He’d been magnetized. Drawn to the man from first sight.

Instead of grabbing the cans his friend has asked for, he’d followed this stranger, this new person in town. Was he a traveler? Was he just passing through? He didn’t act like this was a stopover. Why do all the local shopping if he was catching an orbital flight out the next day? Why didn’t he carry a weapon? Especially in this neighborhood? Azure had gawked at him enough to not spot any sort of defense on the guy.
So he followed.

Followed Moth for the better part of the late afternoon.

Followed him into the bar.

And sat down across from him, flashing his best smile.

Azure had been surprised when his latest client led him only a few blocks away from the bar. Whatever work Moth was doing, it didn’t seem to require his complete sobriety. The blonde hunk had been free with his creds in the bar, buying them both drinks enough to raise eyebrows. Azure had been smart enough to slow down, while Moth kept pounding back the shots of red liquid put before him. The two walked drunkenly down the darkened streets. Well, actually Moth had walked drunkenly, Azure just kept holding up the wall of muscle and asking where exactly he lived.

The fact his apartment was in the same neighborhood Azure lived in was a surprise. He’d never seen him before, and he prided himself on knowing everyone. Moth didn’t seem to fall into the everyone category. The man just lurched along, clumsily trying to grab Azure’s ass, or pushing him up against walls to steal kisses. The kisses had been different too. They came with a taste of cinnamon, from whatever the alcohol had been. But instead of sloppy and wet, they were all focused and full of heat.

The first one had been a surprise. Not the clumsy shove against the fence, but the kiss itself. Moth had transformed from a stumbling drunk, to a completely centered bundle of sex. His firms lips had planted themselves on Azure’s neck, sucking and biting as he traveled up to his ear, nipping at him before claiming Azure’s mouth. His hands had been traveling across Azure’s chest, rubbing and pushing, before crawling under his shirt and finding his nipples.

All he could do was moan and push against the man with an urgency Azure had never felt before. The world around him had faded away, all he was aware of was Moth, his muscles, and those firm lips parting his own, allowing his tongue access. He wasn’t sure how long they’d spent there, leaning on the fence, colliding against each other. The urgency reached a climax that demanded more from this man. Azure had finally pushed him off, and asked again where he lived, almost begged him to take him home.

The second kiss had been against a metal barricade. This time Moth’s hands had traveled to Azures backside, rubbing and pressing, caressing his crack, and seeking places further down. This one had been even worse than the first, leaving Azure with even more urgency to placate this man in any way he could.

The third kiss had nearly un-made him. Moth had finally decided to find out what Azure was bringing to this drunken evening. He’d grabbed him through zipper, pulling and tugging. Getting him painfully erect. He’d almost lost himself, cumming right there in the street. The third kiss had been the hardest to break away from. Azure’s body wanted to let things just happen. Only the small voice in the back of his head kept thing from coming to a messy head.

They’d made it to Moth’s building and pushed each other up the metal stairs, always pushing, kissing and pulling. A quick fingerprint scan let them inside, where Azure went on the offensive, ripping off clothes, scratching and biting at the pale flesh he found. It was a surprise when the dominant man became submissive mass of muscle and bone and blood filled heat. None of Azure’s customers ever asked him to do what Moth begged for. They’d collided on top of Moth’s bed. And there Azure had allowed himself to let go. To do things he’d never done with a man before.
That kind of thing left an impression.

Which explained the smile spreading across his face as he looked up to where he figured Moth’s place was. The memories of what they had done to each other through the night made him shudder with remembered pleasure. They’d gone back and forth, demanding and desiring. Azure should have felt drained, he always did after a night of work. This had been different. Instead of being tired and ready for bed, he wanted to climb back up the stairs and maybe let Moth have him for free this time.

What the fuck?

Free?

Get a hold of yourself asshole.

It took effort to pull his eyes from the building, to divorce his body and mind from images of himself and Moth. To gain back control over his life and who he was. He had to remind himself he was just a night boy. Someone people used then tossed aside. Someone losers paid for with four months’ worth of hard work for one hour’s worth of pleasure.
Moth had money. The place he lived in was proof enough of that. Maybe enough money to keep Azure around for years. Maybe to keep him forever? It had been that thinking that had chased Azure out of Moth’s place after they had eaten. He didn’t want to fall for the guy. And he didn’t want to give himself over to someone, to rely on one person that much.

Azure had a life of his own. A place in the world that didn’t really have space for someone like Moth. Even if that someone paid for him. He’d hurriedly taken payment and left, not giving Moth his number, or where he could be found, or what dealer Moth would have to hire him from. Sense had ruled over him as he left, squashing whatever fantasy life his heart tried to ply Azure with. He’d left hoping to never see the man again. So why was he standing there in the rain, looking up past the squalor that made his entire life? Why wasn’t he making his way home, to talk to Jones and Weeze and Patty? Why was he still standing there like a fool looking for someone who had forgotten him already?

Fuck!

Description
Negotiating

Azure looked over his shoulder at the building. The ground floor was a maze of market stalls and one room shops. The second floor nothing more than an open shell with squatter tents and cooking fires giving it a hazy quality. The third and fourth levels were open to world, lacking floors and walls. Moth lived on the eighth floor, nothing spectacular to see from the street. But it had been much more than Azure was used to.

His normal clientele was made of the kind of person that lived on the sixth or seventh floor of the building. Rooms maintained as best they could, more than likely owned by an overseas corporation. The tenants barely able to pay rent, and even less able to afford Azure’s prices. He was popular enough to be worth the money, even if his regulars spent months saving and stealing the creds needed. And none could ever afford to pay for an entire night, let alone the morning after.

Moth had been very different. Azure had known this going in. The man he’d met at the chem shop exuded money. He’d followed from a distance, watching the stores Moth went into. There’s been the chem shop, then across the street to a produce stall, then a quick walk down the street to an open market. It was there he’d heard his name for the first time. The man who’d handed him a blank cred stick had called him Moth. A weird choice, Azure thought.

There was nothing Moth-like about the man he was trailing. If Azure had to choose he’d have chosen Sex on Legs or Hard Buns. That was another oddity about the guy, he walked around the ground world looking like a foreigner. Out of place in his fine clothes, and flashing all that cash around. He didn’t seem worried about getting hit from behind, or finding a group of scum with a gun around a corner. Instead he walked around like this was some upper class market square, a safe place among the urban sprawl.

The attitude was too much not to notice. The fact it was coming from a blonde haired uber man tickled Azure. The guy did not fit in, not in this place. All gold hair and welcome smiles. And there was that carefree attitude of his. That really bugged him. Making him smile, then scowl, wondering why he was so easy going. The worst part was the fact the man completely filled in the clothes he was wearing, muscles showing just right, pants bulging pleasantly where they should. He’d been magnetized. Drawn to the man from first sight.

Instead of grabbing the cans his friend has asked for, he’d followed this stranger, this new person in town. Was he a traveler? Was he just passing through? He didn’t act like this was a stopover. Why do all the local shopping if he was catching an orbital flight out the next day? Why didn’t he carry a weapon? Especially in this neighborhood? Azure had gawked at him enough to not spot any sort of defense on the guy.
So he followed.

Followed Moth for the better part of the late afternoon.

Followed him into the bar.

And sat down across from him, flashing his best smile.

Azure had been surprised when his latest client led him only a few blocks away from the bar. Whatever work Moth was doing, it didn’t seem to require his complete sobriety. The blonde hunk had been free with his creds in the bar, buying them both drinks enough to raise eyebrows. Azure had been smart enough to slow down, while Moth kept pounding back the shots of red liquid put before him. The two walked drunkenly down the darkened streets. Well, actually Moth had walked drunkenly, Azure just kept holding up the wall of muscle and asking where exactly he lived.

The fact his apartment was in the same neighborhood Azure lived in was a surprise. He’d never seen him before, and he prided himself on knowing everyone. Moth didn’t seem to fall into the everyone category. The man just lurched along, clumsily trying to grab Azure’s ass, or pushing him up against walls to steal kisses. The kisses had been different too. They came with a taste of cinnamon, from whatever the alcohol had been. But instead of sloppy and wet, they were all focused and full of heat.

The first one had been a surprise. Not the clumsy shove against the fence, but the kiss itself. Moth had transformed from a stumbling drunk, to a completely centered bundle of sex. His firms lips had planted themselves on Azure’s neck, sucking and biting as he traveled up to his ear, nipping at him before claiming Azure’s mouth. His hands had been traveling across Azure’s chest, rubbing and pushing, before crawling under his shirt and finding his nipples.

All he could do was moan and push against the man with an urgency Azure had never felt before. The world around him had faded away, all he was aware of was Moth, his muscles, and those firm lips parting his own, allowing his tongue access. He wasn’t sure how long they’d spent there, leaning on the fence, colliding against each other. The urgency reached a climax that demanded more from this man. Azure had finally pushed him off, and asked again where he lived, almost begged him to take him home.

The second kiss had been against a metal barricade. This time Moth’s hands had traveled to Azures backside, rubbing and pressing, caressing his crack, and seeking places further down. This one had been even worse than the first, leaving Azure with even more urgency to placate this man in any way he could.

The third kiss had nearly un-made him. Moth had finally decided to find out what Azure was bringing to this drunken evening. He’d grabbed him through zipper, pulling and tugging. Getting him painfully erect. He’d almost lost himself, cumming right there in the street. The third kiss had been the hardest to break away from. Azure’s body wanted to let things just happen. Only the small voice in the back of his head kept thing from coming to a messy head.

They’d made it to Moth’s building and pushed each other up the metal stairs, always pushing, kissing and pulling. A quick fingerprint scan let them inside, where Azure went on the offensive, ripping off clothes, scratching and biting at the pale flesh he found. It was a surprise when the dominant man became submissive mass of muscle and bone and blood filled heat. None of Azure’s customers ever asked him to do what Moth begged for. They’d collided on top of Moth’s bed. And there Azure had allowed himself to let go. To do things he’d never done with a man before.
That kind of thing left an impression.

Which explained the smile spreading across his face as he looked up to where he figured Moth’s place was. The memories of what they had done to each other through the night made him shudder with remembered pleasure. They’d gone back and forth, demanding and desiring. Azure should have felt drained, he always did after a night of work. This had been different. Instead of being tired and ready for bed, he wanted to climb back up the stairs and maybe let Moth have him for free this time.

What the fuck?

Free?

Get a hold of yourself asshole.

It took effort to pull his eyes from the building, to divorce his body and mind from images of himself and Moth. To gain back control over his life and who he was. He had to remind himself he was just a night boy. Someone people used then tossed aside. Someone losers paid for with four months’ worth of hard work for one hour’s worth of pleasure.
Moth had money. The place he lived in was proof enough of that. Maybe enough money to keep Azure around for years. Maybe to keep him forever? It had been that thinking that had chased Azure out of Moth’s place after they had eaten. He didn’t want to fall for the guy. And he didn’t want to give himself over to someone, to rely on one person that much.

Azure had a life of his own. A place in the world that didn’t really have space for someone like Moth. Even if that someone paid for him. He’d hurriedly taken payment and left, not giving Moth his number, or where he could be found, or what dealer Moth would have to hire him from. Sense had ruled over him as he left, squashing whatever fantasy life his heart tried to ply Azure with. He’d left hoping to never see the man again. So why was he standing there in the rain, looking up past the squalor that made his entire life? Why wasn’t he making his way home, to talk to Jones and Weeze and Patty? Why was he still standing there like a fool looking for someone who had forgotten him already?

Fuck!