A/N: This story started out as a one-shot requested to me on tumblr. And it slowly evolved into something like collection of one shots
you can choose to read this chapter on its own and stop Or you can choose to read the next chapters. ;) Thank for reading!
He was younger than all the other guys. Bout' my age take or give a few years. Usually they were years older than me, like around the mid 30's to the early 50's.
I look down at the boy underneath me. He has ridiculously bright blond hair that's proven to be natural by the blond carpet of public hairs. Deep aqua coloured eyes hide behind his messy blond spikes. A small round tipped nose perfectly sculpted on his slightly tanned skin. Three very faint scars line up symmetrically on both cheeks. He has small dimples too, when he smiles. I always watched him from afar but this time I was much closer, so much so that I could see the specks of different shades of blue in his irises and I could count the very light freckles on face. I could see every strand of hair that made up his golden eyelashes. He was handsome.
I've seen him at least a hundred times before. At midnight when I would see him walk down the street I occasionally took post at. He works at the 7 eleven a few blocks down I eventually found out. I assume he walks to the train station to get home. Unless, maybe, he lives around here too. I doubt it. It was a pretty sketchy area only people like me lived around this area.
Anyways, every time I took my post on that street I would see him walk past and he would always shoot me a friendly smile. I always snorted or looked away in response but honestly it made my days brighter. I started taking that post more often to see him more. Never did I think I would see him like this.
He pushes my bangs back away from my sweaty face. Then he moves his soft palms down the sides of my body like he was memorizing my shape with his hands. He lets them rest on my hipbones holding onto me lightly as I ride him. I pull myself off him for a second only to slam back down till I was sitting fully on his dick. He helps by thrusting upward, hitting my sweet spot dead on every time.
My hands that are planted flat against his toned stomach are getting sticky from the sweat. This room is too warm. Fucking cheap ass motels have shit AC's. I should be used to the horrible conditions of these motels. I've been in this one in particular at least a few times. What would he think of me if he knew of all the people I might have slept with in this very motel? Maybe even in this very room? Would he even care?
I remember the day he caught me doing my 'job' I was mortified. I thought he would stop smiling at me when he found out I was a whore. Most people would anyways. What I did was disgusting; I helped men cheat on their wives by giving them a cheap fuck with no strings attached and I help slut wives pleasure themselves with one nightstands for a reasonable price.
But he didn't. He smiled like he always did even when he saw me leaning into the window of some pedophiles beat up car telling him how much it was for how long and what I'd do. Then again maybe he figured it out before he saw me. It was pretty obvious. I mean why else would I be standing on a street corner at midnight?
Either way he was still nice to me even after having the knowledge of what I did.
And that…was all I needed to be a complete idiot and fall in love with the kind blond stranger that gave me his smiles.
He stops my hips and flips me on my back harshly but without the brutality I was usually given. He's now over me instead of under, his blue eyes burn holes in me as he stares. His lips come up to kiss me on the crook of my neck then they moves down to my chest and my stomach. I knew he was leaving me hickeys. Claiming me to be his at least for tonight and I let him. I wanted to be his. I wanted to belong to the only person that made me feel like I was there.
How fucking naive of me to hope like that right? To be swept away by some annoying overly friendly blond stranger like some like of damsel in distress.
The day I first found out where he worked was not too soon after he saw me doing what I did…
I happened to run across him at the 7 eleven earlier in the day. I remember it was around 8:30 at night it was still too early for me and I was craving Doritos so I went there to pick up a bag or two. I didn't notice that he was the cashier till I placed the few bags of chips and an Arizona drink down on the counter.
"Hey" He said when he noticed it was me. Then he gave me that signature smile that he always gave me.
He voice was very loud and cheerful. It was annoyingly obnoxious but at the same time it was soothing because of his friendly tone he used on me like he'd known me for years.
Like I said, I'm fucking naïve. It was his job to be friendly to customers plus he seemed like the type of person that would be nice to anyone and everyone. In the moment though, in that very moment, I felt so special. Of course I'm not one to show it so I replied with a less-than-friendly grunt before scrapping the little money I had in my pocket to pay for the few snacks and lazily smacking the crumpled up bills onto the counter.
He ignored my rude behaviour and just counted out the change. Then placed my stuff into a thin white plastic bag and handed it to me with a smile still plastered onto his face. It made me jealous. How could someone be so …bright? Not only physically with his blond sunshine hair and clear blue eyes but his personality was just so bright and warm too. I was so opposite to him. My hair was black like a pitch back night with a pair of black eyes to match; my personality was cold and hard. I wasn't welcoming at all. He was.
I snatched my bag away from him. I mumbled "Thank you" before casually making my way out of the place as quickly as I could.
"See you later!" I heard him call out to me just as the door was closing behind me.
My heart just stopped between then. I wanted to cry for some reason. I couldn't help but truly hope that maybe someone, he, cared about me and actually wanted to see me every day and talk to me and be friends with me.
Later that day I didn't take that post in attempts to avoid him. For a few weeks after that day I stopped going even within a few blocks of that area. I not sure why I was avoiding seeing him again. Maybe it was because I was ashamed that I kind of began relying on him to make my life even the tiniest bit better.
Hands slithered down to my thighs then ran themselves up my body again. Feeling me up. I realized that he enjoyed that. Touching me I mean. It wasn't perverse touching even it was just feeling my skin like it was something amazing and new. I was far from new. I was this used up, lost person but he still found some way to make me seem fascinating in his eyes.
Moments later he grabs my ass and pulls me down toward his crotch. I feel the warm tip of his dick poke at my entrance. He pushes in slowly, re-entering me. He glides in easily since my ass was already stretched to fit when I was riding him. I feel the familiar sensation of warmth inside me. I feel out pulses beating together.
I'd like to think that maybe we're connected in more ways than out current physical state. Maybe our hearts are somehow matched for each other too. Well, I'll never admit to such a foolish idea.
The thrust he is making are slow ones. He pulls out slowly and pushes back just as slow. It tortures me but eventually I feel his movements quicken. His thrust become strong and somewhat violent but it feels so good. Sex always feels good but never have I felt like this. Maybe it's because of the lustful needy look in his eyes were so much different than the looks that the others would give me, their looks aimed no emotion at me just selfish glares that told me to do whatever they told me to do.
I started to grip onto the blankets not knowing what else to hold onto to keep my sanity. He was also gripping onto a lifeline but it just happened to be my hips. His fingers were holding onto me so tightly I swear there'll be finger print shaped bruises there in the morning.
I hear his breathing speed up and my does too almost as in perfect symmetry.
I can feel his dick slide in and out of me rhythmically and every time he slides back in the tip always touches my sweetspot perfectly making me lose control. I can feel my climax coming on. Closer and closer. I'm barely able to hold it in any more. My hands start bunching up the blankets in my fist tighter.
He lends over and whispers into my ear, "Hold onto me." It was more of a suggestion than a demand.
I shiver when I feel his breath on my face.
Hold onto me.
I've always held onto you. You and your smile.
I listen to him and let go of the blankets. My arms drape over his shoulder and tie themselves around his neck. I cling onto to him helplessly, pathetically. But at the moment I don't really give a shit. I was pathetic to begin with.
Our bodies are rocking the bed. We're moving the sheets underneath us. I think the room has gotten much hotter too because of all the body heat we're letting out.
I can't hold it in much longer.
I feel my ass muscles tighten around him.
With a jolt a feel my body let out its release. I cum all over our stomachs, seconds later he come after me.
And then it's over. I don't even bother to fix myself up I just want to sleep so I curl up and drift off.
I wake up in the same crappy motel room by the sunlight coming through the dingy curtains. I find myself neatly tucked under the blankets, confused as how I got under them. I look around the room. Blonde is nowhere to be found.
I sigh. Of course he's not. My job is to fuck and then get thrown away.
Rolling out of bed I grunt at the pain that shoots up my lower back, I'm used to it so I ignore it as much as I can. The floor was bare, I noticed. My clothes should be somewhere but their nowhere to be found. I crawl under the bed hoping to find them but nothing.
Click
I hear the door open. I quickly turn towards the door expecting a housekeeper to be standing there finding me naked kneeled down on the floor looking under a bed but instead there stands the blonde with a stupid amused look on his face.
"What?" I snap.
He chuckles at me.
"Geez don't glare at me! I bought you knew clothes…I threw our old one out because they were all old and dirty, I hope you don't mind"
"You what?"
"Threw them out…?" he says quietly.
"Ugh, fine just give me the clothes you got"
"What?" I snapped again at the blonde who was just sitting on the corner of the bed watching me change.
"Nothing"
"You're such a weirdo" I mumble.
"Mh, well you're a jerk sometime"
I roll my eyes at his childish tone.
I finish tugging the plain blue t-shirt he bought me and sit down next to him on the bed. It's awkwardly quiet for a moment and I'm not sure what to do with myself.
Then he speaks breaking the silence that was swallowing us.
"I was wondering…If you wanted to come with me?"
I blink.
"What?'
"I mean, I know I barely know you at all but don't you ever just want to run away from this life of your?"
Yes
"You could come live with me if you want, we could leave this town and you can start over"
Ok
"Why?" I ask.
"I'm not sure, I just feel like I couldn't deal with you being like this." He looks down at his hands that were placed over his jittery knees.
I swallow. I want to leave but how could I trust him when I barely knew him?
"I know it's really weird of me to ask of such a thing but…just think about it ok?" He gets up to head toward the door and leave but somehow my arm moves on its own and reaches up toward his wrist and stops him from moving any further.
"I'll go with you" I hear myself whisper.
We are both sitting in his old rusty car with everything he owned and a few things of mine shoved in the back seats. We're driving down the highway as the sun starts rising again for a new day, we've been driving for days. Where we're going is still a mystery to both of us but somehow I know where ever I go it'll be ok as long as I'm with this annoying blonde.
I think back to the day he found me after I had been avoiding him. He said he asked everyone if they knew where I was and when he finally found me sitting on a bench in the public park eating he yelled at me. Yeah, this guys I barely knew back them yelled at me asking me why this and why that and somehow it lead to the occasion where I was naked in bed fucking him.
Of course I don't regret it at all. I'm happy he found me. I'm happy he asked me to run away with him.
We're still strangers to one another there so much I don't know about him and he knows very little about me too but at the same time it's like we've known each other for ages.
We keep driving getting closer and closer to where ever we are headed and maybe there I will find a way to fix myself with his help.
"Aww fuck, we're running out of gas" I hear him grumble next to me breaking me out of my thoughts.
I snort, "You're such a loser, I told you we should have stopped at the last town"
"Pfft, whatever teme I can do whatever I want"
I roll my eyes, "Dimwit"
"Asshole"
"Idiot"
"Mhh, but I'm your idiot"
"Yeah" I mumble as I look out of the window to see the trees lining up on the side of the highway flash by.
Defiantly as long as I'm with Naruto I'll be fine.
THE END
