Aaah, I have edited and revised this chapter! Its not as poopy as it used to be. If you find any other problems or typos, please, tell me the paragraph number and the problem. I'm trying to fix this story so it flows better when read.
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Erol awoke to a sleeping Jak. He smiled as the previous night washed over his memories. Arms wrapped securely around Jak's waist, their legs entwined, together they lay on the plush pillows. Smiling, he placed his nose against Jak's hair, and took a deep breath of the intoxicating scent of the man.
Jak yawned and stretched out. Rolling over, a smile graced his angelic features and he stared into Erol's dark eyes. He smiled gently and sat up, running a hand down the other mans taut chest. Getting up, in his naked glory, he retrieved his clothing. After grabbing his pants and shirt and sliding them onto his lithe form, he turned back towards Erol. "You owe me five gold." Smiling, he walked over to the small mirror that was inside the little room.
Erol paled. Five gold? That was a bit steep for just one night of sex. Even though it was mind blowing, and they did do it more than once. Erol bit his lip and stood up, his courage shrinking as he watched the other man. "I don't have that much on me right now." He swallowed a lump in his throat as Jak turned slowly and looked at him. Bending over, he picked his own pants up and caressed the soft material between his fingers. "I can get it. But right now... I don't have it." He glanced shyly at Jak.
Jak's eyes widened. "Don't... have it?" He frowned. "I came here with the idea that you had money." Jak raised an eyebrow, hiding the anger that was violently upsurging.
"Isn't that a bit much?" Erol inquired softly, fearfully.
"A b-bit much?" Jak felt as if he was going to explode. His face reddened and he clenched his hands into fists. "I degrade myself every night for men like you. And you think that I want too much?" Scowling at Erol, Jak huffed and turned away. "Fine. Fair enough. How much do you have?"
Erol looked away from Jak, his face as red as the suns rising. He swallowed again and went towards a small dresser with a box on top. "I h-have... three gold." Holding up the small shining coins, he spoke quietly. "I can get you the rest. I will. Its just... You'll have to wait a bit." Erol's hand trembled with regret and embarrassment as Jak snatched the gold from his hand. "I enjoyed last night... I didn't mean to make you feel degraded in any way." He pouted slightly as Jak stormed out of the apartment without a look back.
"I'll be back in two weeks. I want my money then." He sneered and walked off, without looking back.
Two weeks passed and Erol worked as hard as he could. He ended saving up fifteen gold in those two short weeks, from odd jobs and his enlistment in the army. Six would got to pay off the next months rent, three would go to food and entertainment, and the other would go to Jak.
Erol sat nervously on his pillows as he waited for Jak to come. Twiddling his thumbs and pacing his small apartment as the day dwindled away. He finally fell asleep around midnight.
Maybe Jak will come today, Erol thought as he awoke the next day. Erol looked at the gold that was still clutched firmly in his hand. There was enough to pay off the previous meeting, and possibly another night with Jak. He waited and waited and waited. The day then grew to night, again. Finally fed up with waiting, he went to the local wash rooms and took a shower before heading off to the bar where he first saw Jak.
Entering the smokey atmosphere he sat down near the back and watched the show, ordering a couple drinks. He waited for Jak's turn and was rewarded when the man came out. The man looked just like he had the night before, except for the unsightly bruise that was accentuated on the mans torso. Erol could tell makeup had been used to try and cover it up, but it hadn't worked as well as they had hoped. After Jak's dance, Erol followed the man to the back. Jak turned and stared at him as Erol called his name softly.
"What are you doing here?" Jak snarled at Erol.
"I-I was worried when you hadn't shown up to collect your money like you said you would." Erol bit his lip and approached the other man. He looked around, and blushed as a few other dancers and whores watched him carefully. Holding out his hand with the gold in it, his voice took a pleading tone. "P-please, take it. I worked so hard for you to come and visit me for this."
Jak glared up at the man. Reaching out, he took two of the gold pieces and placed them in a small container of jewelry next to the mirror. "Fine, you've paid me now go." Jak turned away from Erol and stared down at his hands clasped in his lap.
Erol looked at the four pieces still resting in his open palm. "I was wondering if you could... maybe... come over again tonight. I have four gold..." He looked up through his lashes at Jak.
Jak's back tensed as he heard Erol speak. "Just go!" He slammed his fists down on the table in front of him. The mirror rocked, makeup containers jumped with the force of the impact.
Erol jumped and took a couple steps back as the woman and men all took notice of him and Jak. "Please Jak..." He whispered. "Please."
Jak turned to him. "I haven't come back yet cause I have a client." He stood and stared Erol straight in the eye. "A client who pays me." Flaring his nose, Jak glared at the others in the room, causing them to all look away with embarrassment.
"A client who beats you?" Erol asked.
"That isn't any of your business!" Jak shouted. "Guards! Guards!"
"Please, Jak, no!" Erol paled as two hefty men came and lifted him from the ground, carrying him from the backroom. "Please Jak! My door is always open! Please!" He shouted above the mingling crowd in the bar and struggled to be let go of.
The guards took him to the door, and flung him out onto the street. Erol landed with a thud and grimaced as they spit at him, his gold fell from his hand and all over the paved brick road with a clinking sound. He stood, brushed himself off, and collected his money. Walking away, Erol glared back at the bar as it disappeared in the growing fog.