Maybe a little more than 1k words sometimes...
Warnings: the same as last time
Chapter Two: What I Thought
He woke up the next morning in soiled sheets. Great, he must have passed out last night. He rolled over onto his back and sat up with minimal dragging of his butt on the bed as possible. He lowered himself onto the mattress and leaned back against the headboard. There were colorful bruises all over his body but when he remembered that today was the big day, the pain ebbed away to a dull throb.
He looked down from the ceiling and noticed his father sitting on the edge of the bed. Andy was looking down at something in his hand and Kurt figured it was a picture of Marina, his wife. Whenever he did that it meant he was making a tough decision and once, Kurt overheard him asking the picture for advice. It hurt Kurt something deep and fierce when he saw his father so helpless but it encouraged his determination to work harder and make things better for the both of them.
"Hey dad," he said to tell Andy he was awake. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and made a note to cut it before he showered.
His dad turned towards him and smiled briefly, his blue eyes a reflection of Kurt's. If it wasn't for the dark bags under his eyes and the fifty-pound gain in the last three years, Andy would have been an extremely handsome and dapper man. Kurt prided himself in following the footsteps of his father, his role model, but maybe with a few adjustments.
"Happy birthday, kiddo. How old are you now, ten?"
Kurt laughed not because the joke was funny since his father said the same thing every year, but because sometimes the conversation needed a little push other than a simple smile. "Sixteen, actually. Do I smell…" he sniffed the air, "bacon?"
Andy nodded. "Yeah, breakfast is almost finished. How you feeling this morning?"
Kurt answered hesitantly. "I'm fine. A little sore, but that's usual." Dread settled in his stomach. Comfortable conversations like these were usually the prime to something awful. He had a feeling his birthday wasn't going to turn out very well.
"I need a huge favor," Andy began. "We need about fifty bucks again to pay the gas bill and the deadline is tomorrow." Kurt already knew what he was going to ask and tried to keep his face as expressionless as possible. "Do you mind taking a customer today? It's only one and then you're free to do whatever you want."
Kurt breathed in relief. Only one customer, he could do that. It was his punishment for again not being humble enough to let Fate do her work with his life. He needed to stop rushing into things, to prevent himself more from overestimating and expecting situations to always go his way. Selfish the Voice whispered and it was partly true.
He put on a bright smile. "One customer isn't a problem dad. When is he coming?"
His father grinned at Kurt's approval. Not that he had a choice, but if Kurt said okay his father would be happy and he needed his father to be happy more often. "At around three so you have enough time to eat and do things."
"That's great!" Kurt commented. "There's a new episode of-"
"I'm inviting some of my friends over to watch the Eagles versus Giants game today," his father cut in with that steady smile he always wore when he dared Kurt to be upset.
Stop being selfish! it said. The Eagles made his father cheerful and Kurt didn't want to be responsible for the abrupt switch in Andy's mood. "Sure," he said even though he hated football. Sacrifices, Kurt he reminded himself. It'll pay off in the end. "I'd love too."
"Great!" Andy said and patted Kurt on the head. "I think the bacon is finished by now. Clean up and come eat." He left with a skip in his step, the previous anger hanging off a cliff having receded. Kurt hated his father's friends because they ruled Andy's life. They used Kurt's body sometimes without paying and although Andy didn't object, Kurt could see that he was upset about it. Feigning ignorance, however, was one of Andy' specialties so even when he turned away from them using Kurt, rose the volume on the TV and kicked back with a beer in his hand, Kurt knew that secretly he cared and he was only doing it to protect Kurt. His dad sure had a funny way of showing sincerity but by now Kurt had grown to accept it.
He hopped off the bed and limped to the bathroom. Turning the shower on, he grimaced as some of the cold water splashed on him. The heater just had to stop working on his birthday, didn't it? He clenched his teeth and took the fastest shower in his life. After brushing his teeth, he toweled off and changed into an oversized tee and some ripped jeans. There was nothing on the bed so maybe his present was in the living room like the last time. Last year his present was the new flat screen TV and although he barely had time to watch it with his father using it all the time, the thought that Andy would buy him something so expensive warmed him.
He walked out into the kitchen just as Andy placed the steaming platter of bacon and toast on the table. His eyes feasted on the sight before his mouth did. The bacon was slightly burnt and salty to his liking and the toast was fresh out the oven. The orange juice was freshly squeezed and pulpy, his favorite. When he was on his third toast he realized his father wasn't eating and looked up to see Andy propping his chin up with a hand, staring at him.
Kurt was afraid he did something wrong. "Why aren't you eating?"
Andy shook his head. "I've had my fill. Today's all about you, yanno?"
Kurt smiled. His dad was in a good mood today meaning the Eagles had a strong chance of winning this game. He continued eating until his stomach couldn't take any more and was further surprised when his father didn't want his help in washing the dishes.
He waited until his dad was finished to follow him into the living room. He took a seat on the carpet next to his Andy's feet since his friends would take up all the other spaces and his father told Kurt not to inconvenience them. The TV came on and Andy changed it to the sports station. A knock came on the door and with a nudge from Andy's foot, Kurt went to answer it.
He opened the door to six giant, rowdy men wearing torn or stained Eagles shirts and smelling of beer and cigarettes. He smiled politely and allowed them inside; jolting when one of them spanked his ass with a gap-toothed grin. Their putrid odor filled the place which would have been a studio apartment if it wasn't for the wall blocking off the bedrooms. Kurt checked to see if that was the last and closed the door. He rested his head against the cool wood and took deep breaths. The game was three hours and when it finished, the sign for the drinking to begin, he would be in the room with his customer. Honestly, servicing was better than being around these vile men Andy called friends.
"Come on 'ere and sit on ma lap, boy!" one of them shouted. He plastered on a grin and walked over to the man in the stained grey blouse and sat on his lap. He was roughly adjusted so his side was pressed against the sweaty chest. He glanced over at his father who quickly looked away.
The game was spectacular, not because Kurt thought so, but because none of them felt the need to use him. Now was the time where he had to sneakily escape before they got themselves shit-faced drunk and turned on him. While the man was busy conversing with another, he got up and walked away to the bedroom, making it there safely. In the confines of his room he smelled like beer so he stripped off the tee and jeans, took a quick rinse and settled into bed in one of his father's shirts. He liked wearing them because they made him feel protected and was more comfortable than standing around naked.
In his drawer where he kept the few books he owned, he ran his finger along the spines and decided to dwell on the adventures of Moby Dick. He had read the book four times already but each time he did, there was always something new to discover that his eyes had somehow skimmed over. Herman Melville took him to the sea, something he had never seen, and the wide, dangerous oceans. The whale-hunting didn't interest him but the unlimited freedom of untamed nature and its picturesque qualities did.
He read until the voices in the living room died down to murmurs and soft laughter. Then a knock on the door and Kurt knew it was time. He placed the book back in the cupboard and began unbuttoning his shirt when his dad's head poked in.
"You ready?" he asked and Kurt nodded. He put the shirt in the cupboard too and moved to stand by the foot of the bed.
A short, stout man with circular glasses and a balding head entered. His eyes were shrewd, his nose twisted as though broken several times and the glasses really didn't suit him, almost like a disguise. He wore standard formal clothes, minus the tie, with spit-shined pointy-tipped shoes. The customer was out of place in an area like this but he shouldn't really be one to judge. Kurt could have sworn he spied a gun in a holster by his waist but he doubted it as it was quickly hidden from view.
He assessed Kurt from head to toe then licked his lips. He walked over, placed two hands on Kurt's shoulders and forced him to the ground. Kurt grunted when his knees hit the wood and kept his head low. Right in front of his face, the man unzipped his pants and pulled down his boxers. His erection sprang free, just shy from his lips. Pre-come beaded at the tip.
"Now suck it like the little slut you are."
Kurt opened up and tried not to bring back up his breakfast as the man shoved his cock in his mouth. He held onto the back of Kurt's head and fucked his mouth brutally, grunting and groaning as he did so.
"Oh yeah, take it!" His eyes were squeezed shut and the grip on Kurt's head was harder. His cock touched the back of his throat and bile rose every time but he swallowed it back down. In a couple more thrusts the man came and when his grip loosened, Kurt rapidly pulled back so the come splattered on his face and he didn't have to swallow the disgusting fluid.
"That was great," he said and when Kurt dropped his gaze, again he saw the gun in the holster and knew it wasn't a mind trick this time. "Get me hard again. I'm gonna take as much as I could get in this hour." Kurt reached up and there, on the inside of the man's jacket was an odd-shaped buckle glinting in the light. Kurt failed to realize what it meant so he got back to work and began slowly stroking his cock. He didn't want to live through this one so he closed his eyes to escape.
He broke down the uncreative walls of his mind and let his imagination run free to Nirvana.
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