8Small, skinny fingers grasped at the waist of the black, skin-tight jeans, pulling them up over pale, bony hips. Lace watched the skin disappear, a look of content and satisfaction on his face and a small but clearly identified smile played on his lips.
He sat up from his lounging position on the bed. After he pulled a pair of boxers and a T-shirt on he took a moment to watch the smaller boy pull a baby blue wife beater over his head and clasp a silver chain around his neck.
Lace took a deep breath as the boy tugged a too-small black, hoodie over his shoulders, zipping it up halfway. The youth looked at Lace after grabbing the pack of Black Cloves off the nightstand.
Motioning towards the bedroom door with his chin the taller man answered the silent query, "On the counter," he said and as the boy pushed out of the room muttering a thanks Lace quickly followed him down the hall and to the kitchen.
The smaller boy stopped when he turned to find Lace standing in front of the refrigerator, leaning against it.
"Thursday?" Came the one worded question from the elder of the two. The boy looked away running a hand through his hair before nodding.
"See ya, Mev," Lace said as the boy brushed by him and he couldn't help but stare as Mev walked out of the spacey apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Kaiden made his way through the carpeted hallway, distracted by thoughts of work. Turning the corner, he looked up from the file he'd been looking at when he heard the loud bang of a door. A black-haired boy was exiting the door of the apartment Kaiden was about to walk into. The slender youth turned and slammed face-first into Kaiden, too busy shoving a wad of paper in his pocket to see the older man.
"Sorry," was all the time Kaiden was given to say before the youth brushed past him, quickly making his way to the elevators.
Kaiden watched as the boy pressed the down button, waited for a few seconds before one of the doors opened and he stepped inside, leaning against the back wall after pressing the level he wished to be taken to. Suddenly, the smaller boy glanced up from staring at the ground and caught Kaiden's eye. He stared briefly before lowering his head again and just before the elevator door shut and Kaiden realized he's been standing in the hall for quite some time now he thought he saw the beginning of a blush spread across the boy's features.
Shaking his head and turning back to the door the youth had come out of he quickly put his papers and his files to his side and knocked briefly. Lace answered momentarily and moved to the side to let Kaiden in.
He walked though the spacious entryway and set his files down on the counter in the kitchen. "Who's the little man in black running out of here?" Kaiden asked the brunette, sitting at one of the barstools at the island.
"Who?" Lace looked confused for a second, taking a carton of milk out of the fridge and drinking straight from it before realization dawned and he smiled slightly and answered.
"Oh, him, that's Mev," he said, putting the carton down in front of him."Christ, Lace, he's what? Fifteen?" K asked. The corners of the brunette's lips went up in a mock smile.
"Ha….ha," he laughed sarcastically, "try eighteen."
Kaiden walked around the island and used his hands to push himself up on the granite countertop. "Not much better," the lighter-haired of the men replied, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.
"Oh, shut up, he's a good fuck, easy too," the slightly younger man told Kaiden.
Kaiden gave Lace an unbelieving look and choked a bit on the water he'd been drinking.
"Easy…Lace, you pay the boy for sex," Kaiden condemned, Lace rolled his eyes.
"That means he's practiced K. It doesn't matter. He's fine; you don't need to even bother pulling your savior routine with this one okay?" The man gave Kaiden an irritated glance, "I'm going to change are the papers read to be signed?"
Kaiden just nodded and rolled his eyes as his friend left the room.
Maverick left the building quickly, the wind whipping around him, biting and nipping at his ears and nose. Shivering, he put the hood of his black sweatshirt up and tried to rid his mind from the face that resided there. He couldn't seem to get the picture of the man he's ran into back at Lace's apartment out of his head.
The man had been taller than him by at least four inches and he's thought maybe he's seen him around before. His hair was shorter and lighter than Lace's and the way he dressed was more conservative. Mev had never seen Lace in a suit before, it had always been jeans and a button up shirt when he got home from work.
Mev stepped out from behind a parked car; making his way across the street after assuring himself no cars were coming. He slipped a black cigarette in his mouth, walking a distance with it dangling loosely from his lips. People watched the youth apprehensively, moving away from him skeptically. When the people passing him by thinned down he turned down into an empty alley and sitting on a box, took out box of matches from his jean pocket, using one to light his cigarette. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the harsh, ginger flavoured smoke that burned down his throat.
With a deep sigh, Mev leaned back against a brick wall and closed his eyes. He waited for fifteen minutes, which soon turned into thirty and then forty. He took out a small wooden pipe between cigarettes, scrapping the black residue with a small nail from the ground and using a match to light it and take a few small rezzy hits.
Finally, the boy heard a door slam to his left and he opened his eyes lazily, smiling when he saw the man who stood there.
"Hey Chase," Mev said slowly, standing up and hugging the older man, "do you have something for me?"
The man, Chase stood a couple feet from the door, leaning against the brick wall and pulled out a smoke, lighting it and taking a drag before turning to look into Mev's waiting green eyes.
"Do you have something for me?" he responded.
Mev kicked at some of the gravel on the ground, avoiding Chase's eyes.
"Ah, come on Chase, I'll have it next week, you know I'll get it to you, I got enough to pay off half," I told him, smiling hopefully in his direction.
The man showed no reaction, taking another drag before looking at Mev through squinted eyes. "There's interest, Mev," Chase said finally, using the tip of his shoes to put out his fallen cigarette that lay helpless on the ground. The boy with the black hair slumped back against the wall, pursing his lips to think.
"Chase," he sighed, brushing his hair from his eyes.
"Or…" The bigger man said slowly, "you don't really need to get anything from me until next week when you have all the money you owe me."
Chase walked back to the door, keeping one hand on the handle, turning it slightly. Mev reached out quickly, grabbing Chase's wrist, "Alright, I'll do it," the youth spit out.
A small smile crossed the older of the two's face, before he opened the door, letting Mev in before him, watching the boy's ass as he went of the single stair. The boy walked into the crowded storage room, looking around the cramped space, filled with boxes, a few chairs, and large kitchen parts including stove tops and shiny dishwasher parts.
Chase walked across the dimly lit area and locked the door that led to the noisy kitchen. Turning around he studied the boy as the younger stood uncomfortably, biting his lower lip.
Slumped shoulders and worn out face, his eyes were all pupils in the dark room. The taller brunette pulled a chair in front of the door and sat on it, his legs spread and lips curled up.
"Come here," he said, nodding his head in Mev's direction. The boy stared with dull, dead eyes.
"I need a drink," came Mev's voice, loud and emotionless. Chase pointed absently to a rusty sink on the opposite wall.
Mev shuffled over to it, using it to splash water on his face before sticking his mouth under the fall of water and taking a few gulps of the warm liquid. Once he finished Mev used a few paper towels that sat by the faucet to wipe his mouth and face dry. Things seemed to move slowly with Chase watching him from across the room, some sort of lust in his eyes.
"Come here," Chase repeated and Mev obeyed this time. Walking over and slumping to his knees grudgingly. Able hands reached out and fumbled with the zipper of Chase's jeans. The skinny, black-haired boy fondled and rubbed Chase's member, watching as he grew slowly before using his saliva to stroke chase, long, deliberate strokes until a small amount of clear liquid came from the tip. Mev used the fluid, twisting a firm hand around the head. He continued his ministrations until he heard a low moan come from the man. Then he leaned forward and his moist warm lips closed over the crown of Chase's member.
Using his tongue and fingers he worked Chase, the brunette grasping the youth's hair violently. The pleasure growing, Chase used his hands to push the younger boy's head down, forcing him to take more of the large organ into his mouth. Mev gagged as a shudder passed through the older and a thick stream of liquid spurted out into his mouth. His hair was held tightly until he forced the vile fluid down his throat.
Mev pulled away quickly and he was let go and stood up, backing away and wiping his mouth off on his wrist. I need a cigarette, is the only thought that passed through his head. Chase stared at the youth briefly before standing up and putting himself away.
"Now can you give me my shit?" Mev asked sternly, keeping a difference from the man.
"Where's my money?" he asked, laughter in his voice, knowing he'd won more than just a blow job and the money.
Mev dug into his pocket, pulling out a fifty and five tens, and held it out to Chase. The brunette took it from him. Fiddling around in a drawer, he took out two small bags, using a scale set on the counter and plugged in beside the sink to check the weight of each bag carefully. He took his time weighing everything out
Chase was the type of man that knew how to get things from people. It could've been that he was manipulative and smart, but it was more likely that he just dealt with desperate drug users most of the time. His face was skinny and somewhat homely and his nose was slightly crooked. His flaws somehow made him handsome in his own way though.
After picking each of the small plastic baggies up, Chase handed them to Mev. The boy looked at each of the bags for a moment, holding them open up to his nose and taking a sniff. He looked up quickly, anger flashing in his eyes.
"What the fuck is this?" Mev demanded, furrowing his eyebrows angrily and holding up the small bag of pinkish powder.
"That," Chase replied, carefully slipping the scale gently below the sink into a cupboard full of pipes, "is what you paid for."
The smaller boy blinked rapidly, and licked his lips, beginning to panic and trying to make sense out of everything.
"What kind of sick joke is this Chase, give me what I fuckin' asked for, not some cheap ass dirty speed," Mev said loudly, his eyebrows knitted and lips shook slightly.
In a sudden movement Chase held the ebony-haired boy up against the counter firmly, their bodies flush against each other and a knobby finger held against the youth's chest. "You're lucky I fuckin' gave you anything Mev. I like you okay, but you owe me money Mev, you got until next week. Get me my fucking money. And be grateful you got something."
With a shove in the chest Chase finally backed away and continued picking through the contents of the drawes. Mev swallowed and backed away, taking a deep breath. He shakily made his way towards the door. Before he had a chance to slip out of the dark building he heard Chase's voice speak from across the room without turning he said, "Next week Mev. 500 dollars." The boy nodded slightlt pushing open the door, causing a golden stream of light to stream in.
"Yeah," he said softly before stepping out into the Sunday mid-afternoon sun.