Look I am not going to explain how I ended up becoming a prostitute for a man I can't stand during the cold nights on the streets of Quahog, only that I needed the money to pay for my College funds, which I had spent so carelessly. I'm also not going to go to one of those damn rehabilitation clinics, stand up in font of people to whom I've never met before and say "Hello, I'm Stewart Griffin and I am a male prostitute" because really there is no point, they would know that and I know that, and I know that one day I will quit, but for now I will continue to do this business and get as much money as I can in as little time as possible before starting my own home somewhere away from this ghastly town.

Right now I am standing on a remote corner underneath a street lamp waiting. I dressed in a rather feminine outfit to suit the customers preferences, that doesn't cover the fact that I am a man, but it makes them feel a little less uncomfortable knowing that when I look like their wives. The area I am in is quiet, but I know that this is the place where men who cannot get any pleasure from anyone else apart from a prostitute anymore come, and although I am the only one here, I can tell you that it does get busy, I have even come back from one customer to find two cars waiting for me.

I know what you are thinking, why don't you get a regular job to pay for your funding? Well apart from that fact that I am getting paid for sex, the money I get from each round will leave me with more than enough to pay for a new apartment as well as my college funds well within the next year. That doesn't mean to say it's easy. I have to pay the man who currently gets ten percent of whatever I get given, and once when I didn't give it to him, he beat me. I had to explain to my wretched mother that I had got into a fight, boasting that I had won. Brian, the man who has been renting out one of our rooms overheard me speak, and I could see he didn't buy it, but I told him to go and bite himself.

A snide remark coming from someone who fell in love with him five years ago, but if ever I told him, I would break down and become unfocused from my future plans. Besides even if I did tell him, he would laugh it off and tell me I was being stupid, because of course, he always has to be right about everything.

I am stupid, I should have got a real job, and then I wouldn't have to work for a man who beats me when he gets drunk, or if someone hasn't given him money, and I would be able to feel something other than remorse when a man entered me. Yes I know that the money for this "job" pays well, but I feel quite broken and dirty knowing that I have to please everyone else other than the man who I've wanted to please since I met him. I wish that I could wake up one day and leave the prostitution business and Brian would realise he felt something for me, and we would be happy.

But as usual, it's always a long shot for me, and never turns out the way I want it to in the end.

*

"Lois, where are my shoes?"

"They should be under the cupboard sweetie"

"Blasted woman hiding my belongings…"

Stewie ran down the stairs from his room into the kitchen to be met with a white haired Brian who sat calmly drinking coffee and reading a magazine. He glanced in Stewie's direction before continuing an article in said magazine.

"Going out again?"

"Mind your own business" Stewie rummaged around for the shoes that were apparently underneath a cupboard.

"Does Lois know where you go almost every night?"

"Of course not, why should she care where I go? I am nineteen I can go and do whatever I damn well please! And I don't need a suck up renter who's only staying because my mother's breasts have magnetic properties to your vision!"

Brian chuckled under the heat of his coffee as he brought it to his lips and continued reading.

"Where the hell are my shoes?!"

"What the brown heeled ones?"

"I was being rhetorical, but yes, I need them for tonight"

"I think they're in the front room, last time I saw them"

'Damn know-it-all bastard' Stewie moved into the front room to see his shoes underneath another, dirtier pair that Stewie assumed belong to Chris.

'Great, now I've got to clean them'

Stewie went back into the kitchen and got out a scrubbing brush and liquid soap, proceeding to remove all the dirt from Chris' boots before he left, whether he got to his destination late or not.

After a minute Stewie felt as though a burning hole was being scorched into his back and turned a little to see that Brian was staring straight at his ass. Stewie's eyes widened and turned back to the scrubbing, feeling a bright blush creep into his face.

"What the hell do you think you're looking at..?"

"Nothing…"

'Pfft, yeah right'

"…I was just wondering why your jeans say 'Woman's All Labelling'"

Stewie swung round with a death glare putting his hands on his hips.

"Just what are you trying to say?!"

"I'm saying that you need to probably buy clothes that don't distinctly indicate that they are, in fact, for women"

"I will buy whatever the hell I want! Who are you to judge me on my dress sense! You dress like a filthy mongrel who can't keep his nose out of garbage!"

"Look Stewie I can understand with your sexuality that you would want to feel comfortable wearing clothes that you like, whether it be men's or women's clothes, but do they really have to be obvious?"

"Look here mutt, what you need to understand is that you have no right to lecture me on what my preferences are, you are not a relative, you are not a distant relative, and you are not a friend!"

"I know you and I don't get off very well, but I want to try and get along for the sake of your family"

"Oh that's funny considering that I don't"

"I'm not judging you"

"Yes you are, you think that just because you rent a place here, you live here, and therefore you are friends with my family. You think that because you get along with them better than me you have the right to tell me what to do, or give your opinion to me when it is clearly not wanted!"

Brian stood perfectly still eyeing the brunette teen, not wanting to cause a more horrific scene than it was already in.

"I will buy what I want from wherever I want, whether it's for me or not"

He turned back to scrubbing his shoes, feeling tears stinging his eyes as he tried not to let them fall, or make shakes that would cause Brian to ask why he was crying. He loved the man, but he sometimes made him mad knowing that he would point out his appearance choice or his acts and make a big deal out of it.

Stewie dried his now clean shoes and ran up the stairs to get ready. Placing the shoes to the side of his dressing table, he changed into a red arm length shirt with an open neck collar that had small frills on the ends of the sleeves, and sprayed perfume over himself in several spots. He went over to his dressing table and sat down, picking up a hairbrush and ran it through his mid-short hair, combing his fringe over to one side and using a floral patterned hair clip to keep it in place. He applied a little mascara and pink lipstick and then took a pair of knee-high stockings from a drawer and replaced his socks. He got up and took out a long fake-fur cream coat that he put on his bed before putting his shoes on. He grabbed the coat and ran down the stairs and out the door before Brian had a chance to ask. Stewie began walking towards his corner to wait for his first client of the night.

He didn't have to wait long before a car pulled up and rolled the window down. Stewie leaned down to greet the man in a seductive voice. It was one of his regulars, and Stewie gave him a warm grin and got in the front passenger seat next to the driver. The man wasn't bad looking, but he had a lonely feel around him that explained why the man kept coming back for more. 'As long as I get paid' Stewie thought, he didn't care whether the man went home to an empty apartment or to a family who loved him and cared for him.

The man pulled into a large alley that could fit two cars side by side. They both got out and back into the car's back passenger seats.

"So what will it be this time handsome?"

"I only have enough for a blow job tonight"

"I'll make it worth every cent for you"

The man leaned back in his seat and spread his legs. Stewie crawled across and pulled the man's zipper down, springing his member from its prison. He then pulled a condom from one of his coat pockets, and slid it over the fully erect cock, engulfing the length completely. Stewie started to bob his head up and down and the man threw his head back biting his lip as the pleasure rushed through him. After about a minute of just sucking, Stewie started to bite gently as his head moved up and down, resulting in the man coming not long afterwards. Stewie took the condom off and threw it out the window.

"Enjoy that?"

The man panted as he tried to nod in reply.

When the man had caught his breath, he handed Stewie the money and got out the passenger seat and back into the drivers seat. He drove Stewie back to his corner, along the way Stewie counted up his earning. He got out and winked at the man before he drove away into the night. 'Time to wait again' Stewie thought as it grew quiet. Every now and then he heard a car in the distance, hoping it was for him, but it wasn't until twenty minutes later that another car pulled up to him. He plastered on a smile and bent down to wait for the dark windows to be rolled down. What he didn't expect to see the shocked expression of Brian staring back at him.

"Brian?!"

"Stewie?! What the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm standing on a street corner, what does it look like? What are you doing?"

"That doesn't matter! Does Lois know you're here?!"

"Don't be stupid! Nobody does! Well until YOU showed up!"

"It's a good job I did!"

"What do you mean it's a good job you did?! What, were you looking for me in particular? Or would anyone do for you?"

"Get in the car!"

"Make me!"

"Oh believe me I will! I'll call Lois and tell her where you are and what you're doing"

'What a fucking tattle tale!'

"Go ahead and tell her! Because I'll tell her that you were looking for a good time with me in the back seat of HER car!"

Brian went silent in defeat.

"Get in and I promise I won't tell her anything if you don't"

"You do realise I'm going to have to charge you for my time on duty..."

"Now"

Stewie reluctantly got in not bothering to look or speak to the man beside him.

The short journey home was in total silence. Stewie was glad to find that everyone else had gone out for the night themselves, leaving Brian and himself alone in the house. Stewie started to make his way up the stairs when Brian spoke

"Stewie can we talk?"

"Nope, I'm going straight to bed since you've cut off most of my night's plans"

"Please?"

Stewie, as much as he hated to admit it, couldn't say no to the way Brian said please in a pleading manner. He came back down and crossed his arms standing directly in front of the taller man.

"I know I have no right to say this, and I have no authority in your own home…"

Stewie gave a snide smile cocking his head to one side.

"…but I'll be the one to say it instead of Peter or Lois"

"What because you're more responsible than either of them combined?"

"Yes…"

Stewie waited for Brian to speak again looking into his eyes

"Prostitution isn't the way to get funding for your college fees"

"You think I don't know that?!"

"Then why else are you doing it? It can't just be the money because you can get a job anywhere Stewie!"

"Because it's none of your god damn business that's why!"

"Stewie please understand that if it's a way of getting recognition then you're going the wrong way to get it"

"I don't want recognition! Yes I need the money, and yes it's not the best way of getting it, but it's the easiest! And the people I meet I can talk to without being criticised about what I do or how I dress, or where I go! I know what they want, and they know what I want! But you don't know anything because you can't possibly know how I feel!"

"Then tell me! How am I supposed to understand when you don't tell me, or tell anyone for that fact?"

"It's because ever since I told everyone about my sexual preference, people have avoided me, treated me differently and even bullied me! I can't go anywhere without people staring or talking about me behind their backs! Yes I'm gay! Big fucking deal Brian! But the only sympathy or connection I can get is with the people who want to pay me for it!"

"So what you're saying is that the only people who don't care about your preferences or sexuality are complete strangers from the other side of town?"

"Yes, because there is nobody here who wants me for me!"

"Well you're wrong!"

"Oh yeah?!"

"Yes! I want you!"

Stewie froze.

"…What…?"

Brian stared back at Stewie licking his lips trying to come up with a way out of what he had just said.

"…Nothing! Forget what I said…"

"No! You said you want me…what did you mean…?"

Brian shifted his gaze to the floor

"Brian what the hell did you just say!"

Brian looked back up at the brunette with a soft expression upon his features. Stewie was on the verge of tears, his mouth gaped open piercing Brian straight through the skull with green eyes.

"…I want you, Stewie"

The tears began to fall from Stewie's eyes; his knees began to buckle when Brian lurched forward and caught him before he hit the ground. Strong arms held the thin frame as it began to shake. Sobs started to roll out of Stewie's mouth, when Brian's hand's came up to cup his face. Green met brown as their eyes locked. Stewie's mascara started to run down his cheeks and he broke the staring to pull his face away from loving hands.

"…Stewie?"

Stewie looked up again, with a look that showed Stewie was taking in everything that was currently happening, before lowering his eyebrows that met in the middle and quickly got up and ran to his room. Brian stood up and with a bewildered look on his face, ran after Stewie.

"Stewie?!"

Brian reached Stewie's door to find he had locked it.

"Stewie! Stewie what's wrong?"

"You, that's what's wrong!"

"What have I done?"

"You want me?! Please! If you really wanted me you would have taken me years ago! In fact, if you had wanted me you would have invited me into your car and taken me into a back alley!"

"What the hell are you going on about?! Do you think I wanted to keep this from you for so long?! I've only kept it from you because what would Peter and Lois say if they found out I was with you? I wouldn't have a room here! I wouldn't be able to see you everyday! I wouldn't wake up every morning to hear you singing in the shower, or smell that perfume you spray to cover your already wonderful body fragrance!"

"That still doesn't mean you couldn't have told me! Why the hell would you think I would want to tell them anything?! And anyway, they never listen with their ears, only with their eyes!

"I still couldn't tell you!"

"Why not?!"

"Because I thought that you were seeing someone else, which would explain where you went almost every night! But now I know you were just seeing random strangers who can't find relationships themselves!"

"Ha! And what makes you think I wouldn't still be seeing anyone otherwise?!"

"Yeah like someone would want to go out with you knowing that you were selling yourself to others"

Stewie quickly unlocked the door and opened it, slapping Brian hard across the face.

"YOU BASTARD!"

Brian covered the area that had been hit with his hand and seethed.

"If that was the case, then why fuck did you say 'I want you' when you knew what I did, huh?! YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE!!"

Stewie stepped back into his room and slammed his door shut locking it back up. He ran to his bed and curled up on it letting his tears run over his pillow burying his face into it, staining the cover with mascara and lipstick.

All Brian could do was stare at Stewie's door, willing it to open, but in the current situation that both he and nineteen year old were in, he felt it best to leave him and go lay on the couch before the others got back. He wanted to cry, but he was never the crying type, so instead he lay in silence, slowly letting his eyes close as he slipped into sleep.