It Happened One Summer (4/?)
By: LD Griffin and Jess
Rating: R to NC-17
Feedback: Either Sleepychick101@yahoo.com (LD's address)
or
XTCsCrUb1@aol.com (Jess' address)
Authors' Notes: This story is a collaboration. The fourth chapter is written by Jess, edited by LD. Each chapter will begin with a note of who wrote it.
Dedication: To Daniel Day-Lewis, just because Jess likes you:
Justin sat across from Dave in the diner they frequented and played with his spoon beside his tea. Dave was discussing his last nights trick and he sighed again as he flipped the spoon on its side before knocking it over with his thumb. He still had a hangover from last night, from his second night at the club and his eyes were starting to feel heavy.
"And I just told him, no there's no way you can tie me up and the man started crying!" Dave laughed receiving a few wayward glances from a woman sitting at the counter. He looked towards her and waved before continuing to Justin. "So I started flipping out a little bit and was thinking about leaving, but then he just undressed right there and Justin, he was huge".
"Uh huh," Justin yawned looking at the few pieces of toast and felt his stomach roll. He'd just stick with tea for now.
"Justin, you're not listening," Dave sighed pulling the plate of Justin's toast closer to him and picking up a pack of grape jelly.
"I know," he didn't find any use to deny it.
"What's your deal man?"
"I just got some issues," Justin replied monotonously picking up his tea and blowing into it before taking a small sip.
"Like what? What shirt to wear with your new leather pants?" Dave laughed as he smeared the jelly onto the toast. Justin grimaced and looked away.
"Have you ever slept at a renter's house but didn't have sex?" Justin took a gulp of his drink when he saw Dave looking at him curiously, his knife pausing over the piece of toast. "Just slept, no sex".
"Did he pay you for all the hours?"
"I paid him actually," Justin chuckled putting his cup down.
"I'm a little confused," Dave replied as he took a bite of his toast, ignoring the jelly in the corner of his lip.
"It's nothing really"
"What's the first rule I told you about Justin?"
"Get them to pay up front? Oh wait... I didn't get him to do that either," Justin laughed again.
"No, the first rule is to not get involved with this people too deeply or personally," he paused again, "What do you mean you didn't get him to pay upfront?"
"I forgot to ask..."
"No you didn't," Dave chuckled taking another bite, "What is it really..."
"You should see him; I really didn't care anymore about getting the money. He walked into the bar and it was like 'I have to have that'". Justin smiled sitting up as he started recalling the past week. "The first thing I thought about was just getting him in bed".
"So you did have sex with him".
"Yeah then, but," he took a breath deciding to overlook the first night at that club to Dave, he didn't want another speech, "but I sort of got really tired and I was lost downtown and I ended up bumping into him. He offered me a place to stay, to just sleep in and so I did".
"How much money did you have in your pocket?"
"Uh... Probably about two hundred," he replied hesitantly.
"Then you go to a hotel for the night Justin."
"Well it was sort of like a hotel room, I didn't do anything. I just slept in his bed and paid him fifty dollars in the morning." There was a long pause between them as Justin drank the rest of his tea and expected a loud outburst from Dave at any minute.
"So you paid him fifty bucks to sleep in his bed... Was it comfortable?" Dave sighed deciding that yelling wouldn't get anything through Justin's head, so he went in the lighthearted direction.
"Eh, a bit lumpy but I was pretty much knocked out anyways," Justin smiled putting his arm around the booth as he leaned back.
"So what, it's only fifty bucks, you can make that by one quick blowjob," Dave shrugged, "but watch out will you, there are strings that come along with favors."
"Yes dad," Justin replied as he rolled his eyes, only causing him to curse himself for doing that for all it accomplished was that it made him dizzier.
"I'm going on vacation soon by myself. I don't know where though," Dave began only to continue rambling about each location he was thinking about as Justin's eyes went to the door where JC entered. He blinked his eyes a few times knowing he was certainly day dreaming this, but when he saw JC look at him and start walking towards them he looked to Dave quickly.
"My name's Q."
"Your work- "
"Hey Q," JC cut Dave off as he approached them, "I looked for you all yesterday at a couple places I thought you might be at, but I couldn't find you..." Justin looked to Dave who had an eyebrow raised as he looked back at him.
"I can give you my pager number but you can only use it if it will be a three hundred buck night."
"Oh, well this involved fifty," he replied smartly and Justin shot his head up to look at him, "I happened to find a fifty dollar bill the other night and I don't feel right keeping it."
"Why don't you give it to the Salvation Army or something," Justin bit back, if JC was going to play this game, he would too.
"I was thinking of a better investment."
"Oh," Justin looked quickly to Dave then back to JC, "I don't talk about work when I eat."
"I'll be in the park then after I get my usual coffee," he walked away to the counter with Justin and Dave watching him until he left with one final wave.
"Wow," Dave mumbled, "I personally go for blondes, but Justin... I'd pay to fuck him."
"I know, isn't it great," he smiled, "Too bad he talks."
"He sounded educated, hey, he even outsmarted you there."
"Exactly. I wonder what he wants though. I mean I can do a blowjob or -"
"Maybe every other night," Dave did some quick calculations in his head and smiled, "That's at least six hundred to eight hundred a week from just one guy."
"He can't be that rich," Justin mumbled. The idea of having a serious regular did sound nice though, especially if it was JC.
"So you better go to the park or I will."
"Don't worry," he mumbled as Dave picked up his jacket and scooted out of the booth.
"After meeting him, everything makes perfect sense."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind," Dave shook his head as he put on his jacket, "I'll catch you later man."
"See ya," he waved before he looked back down to the table and saw the check lying on top of it, "Damn fucker left me to pay..."
JC sat on the bench eating his pretzel he picked up from the nearby vender and sipping out of his coffee he got from the diner. He didn't know if it was frustration or nerves that were dwelling inside of him. He had spent almost all of last night until about two a.m. looking for Q and he had ended up finding him in just his normal diner he went to almost every morning for coffee.
JC shook his head realizing the coffee needed something, and he reached into his pocket, after putting the coffee on the ground, and pulled out a packet of sweet n low. He shook the bag up before putting the pretzel on his lap and picked up the coffee. He hated how everything was a big ordeal and just putting a sugar substitute in his coffee couldn't be simple. He put on the cap just as Q walked up to him.
"I'm here," he mumbled looking down at JC. JC looked up and studied him for a quick moment. He didn't notice some of the detail from the nights before; the small freckle on Q's chin, the thickness of his eyebrows, the deep blue his eyes contained. He shook his head when he realized he was obviously staring and he scooted over in the bench, keeping the pretzel on his lap. The paper he was planning on reading remained on the bench, but before he could get that Q had picked it up and sat down.
"Rhode Island Guild," Justin murmured as he scanned over the headlines, "I always hated this paper."
"Okay," JC nodded looking down at his pretzel unsure of how he should go about setting something up.
"I enjoy the Journal more," Justin folded the paper under his arm and looked up at JC, "How can I do you today?"
"What?" JC almost choked on the small sip of coffee he had taken.
"How can I earn my fifty back from you?" he leaned in and spoke softly, never taking his eyes away from JC's own, "Can I suck your hard dick? Or would you like to suck mine?" JC took a deep breath trying to maintain control over this situation. He took a sip of coffee and put it on the ground turning to Justin.
"I want to fuck you," JC stated deciding to be as bold, picking up the pretzel stick and bringing it up to his lips, but not putting it in his mouth.
"You sure you don't want me to suck your dick?" Justin asked reaching over and taking the pretzel, sliding it past his lips so most of it was in his mouth. JC's eyes widened as he closed his lips over it and pulled it out slowly.
"Yeah you can do that too..." he whispered out as Justin handed the pretzel to him and smiled. JC looked down at the pretzel then handed it back to Justin.
"You can keep it," he mumbled as Justin took it and happily took a bite of it.
"Yum," Justin winked, "I can swallow too if you want that."
"Maybe," JC picked up his coffee and took a long sip as Justin continued to watch him. "I was thinking of setting up something, I don't know if you do that."
"Sure," Justin shrugged, his appearance deceiving JC; inside he was like a little kid in a candy store. "What nights were you thinking of?"
"Um... I was thinking Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday."
Justin looked away as he did some small calculations in his head. It would probably be two hours of work so that would be two hundred dollars... and at three nights a week, six hundred dollars. He looked at JC quickly, taking in his attire, then looked forward again, disappointed that JC probably couldn't afford it.
"No?" JC asked assuming that would be the answer after the long pause.
"You might not be able to afford me," Justin turned to look at him, keeping the façade of confidence.
"How much would you be?"
"How much do you got?"
"Just tell me," he sighed again as Justin looked him up and down.
"It would be three nights keep in mind," Justin began and JC nodded,
"Probably... three hundred."
"Oh then yeah!" JC spoke up quickly then hushed down.
Justin smiled at him; Dave would understand why he lowered his price by fifty percent. He had seen JC. "Then Tuesday it is, tomorrow."
"Yeah, tomorrow," Justin smiled. JC looked down at his watch and stood up quickly cursing.
"I have to go to work," he leaned over picking up his coffee, "You remember where I live right?"
"Yeah," Justin nodded standing up, "I'll head over tomorrow, whenever..."
"Okay," JC took a deep breath, "Maybe this time you won't get my sheets stained from your dreams."
Justin opened his mouth to reply back but JC was laughing too loud as he walked away.
"Little fucker," Justin mumbled before turning the other way and deciding to go to the gym to work off his hangover.
Justin walked into his house with his shirt in his hands, it was too hot out to wear clothes. Tonight would be his day off, he decided as he stepped inside and smelled his moms pot roast cooking. If there was a pie in the equation he would stay home all night then instead of going to the baseball game that was going on down the street.
"Hi mom," he called out to her in the kitchen as he ran upstairs, "I'll be downstairs after I shower from the gym!" He threw his shirt on the pile of clothes; he would do laundry tonight too. He slid out of his gym shorts and shoes as he walked to the bathroom and he took a deep breath, still able to smell the dinner. He had been at the gym for the past two hours when one of his friends from there came in and challenged him to a game of basketball, and he couldn't turn it down.
Justin let the water run as he walked to the mirror. He should shave tomorrow before he went out, JC probably liked the smooth face instead of the scruff he enjoyed showing off. He looked down at his boxers then took them off studying himself in the mirror.
"If I was another dude, I'd fuck me," he smiled running his hand down his chest to his dick before rubbing it. Before this job he had jacked off at least twice a day but now, he hadn't really jacked off on his own. Some guys enjoyed jacking him off or watching him, and he didn't mind. He got another fifty bucks for that. His bank statement was due any day and he wanted to get to that before his mom did.
The phone rang downstairs and he ignored it as he stepped into the shower. He had tried to work off his hangover and instead just helped grow the anticipation in his stomach from setting up a regular time with JC. He finally had a regular, one that was hot too. He had no clue what JC did but he didn't really want to know and get attached to someone who rented him, someone that could easily get rid of him if he wanted. Dave was right, there was too much to lose when you got involved. He had to learn to keep that tough exterior.
Someone knocked on his bathroom door and when he heard his mom call out his name he took a deep breath.
"Yeah mom?" he called back sticking his lathered head out of the curtain to hear her better.
"Your new school counselor is on the phone, he wants to know if you meant to have an AP Art History course when you have never taken an art course before."
"Tell him yeah!" he yelled back before sticking his head back into the shower. He had been through this with Mrs. Meyers before the break and he sighed figuring that he would have to explain it to the counselor one day.