Shared Habits

I won't lie, at first I thought he was a male whore for hire, his brownish hair caught up by dirtied goggle shades, an attractively thin frame wrapped up in cream leather and skeleton lined fur coat, a glowing Nintendo DS keeping him occupied… it was easy to mistake him, but I had done my homework and I knew his true profession. He was the perfect little loner for my needs: low profile, detached and in need of finances. Also, surprisingly alert-when I finally decided he was the one I took a step toward him from my position across the street but with that he flipped his game shut and looked straight up at me, brown eyes taking me in for my worth, he nodded once then motioned for me to fallow him as he deserted to the alley close by.

Now, here we are, at the back door of this restaurant on a disserted alleyway-as all "under the table" transactions should be-the noise of the bustling city going on without us. I started with my business immediately, no point in wasting time. "I'll pay you at the end, provide room and board till we are finished…" but, just as I got into the details of my actual plans he became preoccupied with something else. His fingers thrummed the side of the DS still in his palm as he searched his coat for something… he suddenly brightened as he produced a pack of Lucky Strikes, popping one out… I faltered in my speech, annoyed at the interruption but obedient to the hopeful look in those doe brown eyes when he realized he had no lighter, I flicked the top on the little silver lighter I keep-always keep a lighter, they really should include them in first aid kits- and he gave me a winning smile as payment for the flame; the young man really was attractive, and as he leaned into me, holding my hand steady with his and blocking out the bitter winter wind, his eyes met mine, the orange glow at the tip burned and bleated with each sucking tug of breath as did my racing heart.

He pulled back slowly as the nicotine dose washed over him, an addictions deep craving satisfied for one more breath, but I don't dare complain- worth it for the look of ecstasy readable on his features… I can't imagine what look I must have, I hope the lust isn't too plain on my face, though the sexy smile he gives me says it must be. He breathed out and the scent of the cigarettes didn't cross me as unpleasant as it normally does, I liked it and he seemed to know this too, he held the Strike out in offering and though I don't smoke suddenly the idea of my lips touching something his had sent a spike of pleasure through me. I took it from his hand and tried to inhale it properly but I underestimated the scorching smoke and ended up with nothing to show but a few sputtering coughs and his tsking laugh. I blushed and he took pity on me, grabbing my wrist to hold the stick up, he leaned down and the little orange glow intensified for a moment as he pulled in a deep breath, he then caught me off guard with his lips, they closed on mine and his tongue pried open my unsuspecting mouth, I breathed in a shocked breath of burnt tobacco and sweet-mint gum the fiery streaks having the same affect but nowhere to go since his tongue was keeping me occupied. I made some sort of pleading sound that I prayed wasn't as much of a whimper in his ears as it was in mine, but he kept me still until I had calmed and submitted to his kiss, only then did he pull away, waiting on a reaction.

I tried to reason with myself that cigarettes were in fact the gateway to death as every Dare and Truth commercial ever made spiraled in my pleasure dazed brain… but one fact remained, I could easily get addicted to this. As we continued the little smoke break, drag after kiss after drag, I realized it's better for true business partners to share certain habits.