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Birthday Sex

Jeff twirled around his room in his mini skirt, showing it off to John. "You should wear one, you have the legs," he giggled, looking down at the black and red material with little metal chains running over the front. He sat next to John on his bed and crossed his fishnet stockings, the little black clips that held them up his pale legs showing just slightly under his skirt.

John just laughed, putting his head in Jeff's lap and looking up at his friend. "I'm ok thanks. I'll stick to furs. They're softer anyway," he said, resting his hands on his stomach. "I hear we're having a privet party tonight, Papa Paul's friend's birthday is tonight and he's getting a surprise visit here. I wonder who'll get the birthday boy."

Jeff shrugged, stroking the silky locks of his best friend. "Depends, if he's cute the girls are gonna fight over him, but if he's good looking enough I'd kick all their asses for him," Jeff joked, making a mean face. "It's better than the regulars. They get a little boring, like this one guy I've been with lately. He likes to just lay there and let me do the work and after a while I get tired and my legs start to cramp up." He snickered, John laughing at his small dilemma. "So you wanna help me pick out which shirt to wear for the party tonight?" he asked, moving John's head from his lap so he could stand. "I mean I won't look bad with this on will I?"

John sighed, looking Jeff over. It had been about a week since Jeff had brought his things back and set them up around his room. The closet and trunk were full of clothes and different blankets Papa Paul had brought up so Jeff would stay warm through the winter that was rapidly approaching, which meant less business and more cut backs. Jeff himself was starting to look rather good, he wasn't just skin and bones so much anymore as he was lean and slightly defined with his newly restored health. "The red one with the sleeves would look good," he said, watching Jeff go through the closet for said shirt which was actually very revealing. The sleeves were red mesh while the middle was silky and filled with the right amount of slashes to look right in the verge between trashy and classy. The back was also slashed open with two horizontal lines, showing Jeff's beautiful long back.

Jeff pulled it on and smiled. "Look ok?" he asked, looking at himself in the mirror that Ron had attached to the back of his closet door. He smiled at himself, looking over the outfit through his little notes he'd written in lipstick on the glass.

"Sexy as always," Ron said, startling both of the men. He chuckled from his perch against the doorframe. "Mama Melina wants us to come down a little early. Papa Paul's gonna tell us about this party for his friend's birthday. "Oh, and Jeff, you won't have to fight over a good looking one, it's an entirely male party, Randy'll be the only one sulking."

John rolled his eyes. "Not like he doesn't have the pick between some of the girls here," he mumbled, sitting up and running his fingers through his hair. "You wearing that?" He looked Ron up and down, the spray brushed jeans a little tacky for their line of work combined with a button up baby blue shirt, unbuttoned of course with his dark skin showing underneath, begging to be touched.

Ron nodded. He was always the odd one in what he wore. "Well come on, Cody'll be looking for us if we don't hurry," he said, motioning for John and Jeff to follow.

John got up, pulling his ankle length, tight, fir trimmed jacket around him, his muscles also showing and begging for someone to touch them. His tight pants the other half of the outfit, with little jewels glittering down the sleek legs to a fur-trimmed hem above his bare feet. He took Jeff's hand in his and led him into the foyer, to the group of people already sitting on the stairs, waiting for the last few people to flitter into the meeting.

Jeff caught sight of the red head at the base of the stairs while he and John sat a few step up, giving everyone a little room to move. He wondered if she'd called Matt and told him where his little brother was. Had she sent him a letter? Had she even told him where to come to get him? He hoped not, but then again, if she was here why would she still be talking to Matt anyway? That's when his mind always turned to the worst-case scenario that included something terrible happening to Matt so that they could never see each other again. He sighed, leaning against Ron as Papa Paul walked into the foyer, everyone there except Mama Melina.

"As you have all heard around the house gossip there is going to be a privet party tonight. That means better behavior than your best. These are some of my very close friends and I don't want anyone of you to look bad," he said, walking from one side to the other and back again. "Because if you look bad, then I look bad and then we get bad business because word travels fast in this town. Now, they will be here in an hour or so, until then, I want you to clean yourselves up and your rooms and look extra good tonight." He smiled, looking over his set of 'children'. "Now go on, go." He turned, paused and looked at everyone walking away. "Jeff, I need to talk to you."

"Crap," Jeff muttered under his breath, sure that it was going to be about his skirt and him being a boy. "Comin' Papa." He hurried down the stairs and followed the big man all the way to the front door so the others wouldn't over hear their conversation. "Am I in trouble Papa?"

"Well no, but I wanted to ask a question," Paul said, resting a hand on the tiny shoulder compared to his hand. "Are you going to wear that tonight?"

Jeff looked down at his booted feet before nodding. "I can change," he murmured, looking up.

Paul sighed, unsure of how to phrase what he was going to say. "It's not that Jeff. You just look like one of the girls, that's all. That's not a bad thing but we don't want too much confusion when the guests get here. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" he asked, smiling slightly at the younger man.

Jeff nodded. "Should I change before the party then?" he asked again, folding and unfolding his hands.

"It's alright," Papa Paul sighed, taking his hand back and looking around the room. "Just don't put any make up or anything on or else someone is going to think you are a girl, now go on and join the others, Cody looks like he's afraid I'm gonna eat your head off or something." He gave a small chuckle and left Jeff standing there.

Jeff sighed, his heart racing in his chest. He looked up at the top of the stairs and just like Papa Paul had said: Cody was standing there with a relieved look on his face. Jeff only smirked, walking up the stairs to Cody and ruffling his hair. "Well, aren't you the little spy."

Cody only smiled, following Jeff back to his room and plopping down on his bed. "You look really nice," he said, watching as Jeff looked himself over once again in the mirror and made a face. He watched as Jeff picked off the shirt and pulled on a tight red one with black designs cut out all over the sides and back, showing bits of Jeff's pale skin. "That one looks better."

"Cody, you'd tell me I looked good in an old flower sack," Jeff chuckled, satisfied with his attire and turned to Cody. "Anyway. What brings you over?"

"I was hoping you could help me pick something to wear. You're so good at this kinda thing and last year when Nick had his birthday here he brought this gorgeous guy that I wanted to keep for the night but I lost out when he decided to go home early because of his sister," Cody explained, looking up at Jeff slightly embarrassed. "I'm hoping he'll be here again."

Jeff smirked. "Well lets see, you can wear this and this oh and that would work, this shirt is a little small but you have nice muscles so it's ok, these jeans would just hug your ass, hmm," he said throwing item after item of clothing out of his closet and onto the bed.

Cody looked on in shock as clothes just fell on top of him. "Jeff!" he yelped, a silky lace pair of panties landing gracefully on his head. "I think this is enough."

Jeff laughed aloud, the purple panties adorable on Cody's face, making him think of a purple shirt that Shannon had given him that would look fantastic against Cody's skin tone. He pushed all of his clothes to the floor as he pulled Cody up and forced the tight purple sleeveless over Cody's head.

Cody struggled to keep up with Jeff as he was dressed in the tight jeans that really did hug his ass as well as getting the purple shirt yanked off to have a the same ruby red mesh shirt that Jeff had worn to his 'testing' shoved on him. The purple shirt was replaced and he was turned to face himself in Jeff's mirror. "Wow," he whispered astonished, even though his clothes weren't all that fancy he looked great and he hoped that it was enough to get the same man's attention. "Jeff, you are amazing!" He hugged the other man tightly before spinning around gracefully and running his hands over the purple stitches in his jeans that matched his shirt.

Jeff smiled, picking his clothes back up and wither hanging them or folding them back up for the shelves in his closet before shutting the door. "You ready for this party now?" he asked, once again ruffling Cody's hair playfully.

Cody nodded, hope restored that he would make himself known against everyone else and he would get the man's attention.

When the guests had started to arrive everyone was around the foyer just before the stairs looking as good as they could, sipping punch, and chatting. Once everyone was in the party began with loud music and dancing, making words hard to hear.

Jeff was walking around the room, looking over the men in the group, giving each one a rating of how delightful they would be to give a privet show. He was smiling, nodding at each new man he saw, most of them smiling right back and looking him up and down a few times.

Even though he'd only been working there a week he enjoyed it. He'd been doing the same things on the streets for money but now he didn't have to worry about getting hurt. And he liked sex. Here he had friends that had his back and he had theirs and the rules were simple to follow, what more could he want?

"Here there sexy," a voice said, an arm touching Jeff's lightly to get his attention. "How about giving the birthday boy a kiss?"

Jeff turned to face said birthday boy and smiled. The man in front of him was definitely good looking with his longer blond hair that laid perfectly slicked back, tight leather pants that shined in the light matching his vest. He smiled, leaning in and whispering into the man's ear. "Not until you tell me your name." But through the shine and good looks he looked strangely familiar.

The man smirked, wrapping an arm around Jeff's small waist and pulled him close so he could whisper right back in his ear. "Nick. Don't you remember me?" he asked, pulling away and letting Jeff get a good look at his face.

Jeff squirmed, trying to get away, suddenly remembering the night in the car with this man that ended in him getting stuck here. "Let go!" he snapped, driving his heel down on Nick's toes with his bare feet. He scrambled away as the man cursed and held is foot, only to end up in the arms of another man who had just witnessed the entire thing.

"You ok?" he asked, voice deep and making Jeff's legs weak.

Jeff looked up, fear in his emerald eyes. He nodded, the arms around him warm with protection and strength. "I'm Jeff," he blurted out, looking down at his bare feet mentally slapping himself for sounding so stupid.

"I'm Phil," the man said, swaying a little from side to side, giving the illusion that they were dancing to the slow song that had come on over the speakers.

Jeff moved his arms to fit with Phil's in a dance worthy way and allowed him to lead him in their little corner. The longer dark hair tickled his arm that was wrapped around Phil's neck, his eyes focused completely on the olive ones that bore into his. His other hand was resting against the strong chest, his fingers tingling as he felt the muscles beneath the thin black shirt he was wearing. He was numb, his body nothing but warmth as he swayed with this man.

"I know it's none of my business but are you part of the party?" he asked, wrapping an arm around Jeff's waist and pulling him closer so they could whisper between them.

"I…" Jeff paused, unsure of how to word anything about his living conditions. "I… work here." He hoped it didn't send the other man running knowing that he was dancing with one of the hookers. "I could take you up to my room and we can start the real fun if you like."

Phil only blushed furiously, looking away from the other man. He'd been dragged along to Nick's birthday party only because last year he'd bailed out. "I… uh…" he stuttered, looking from Jeff to the floor, trying to think of a way to say that he wanted to stay at the party since he was too nervous to go up with someone.

"JEFF!" a small voice called.

Jeff turned, almost being knocked over as Cody came running up and pulling him off to the side so Phil couldn't hear. He turned and held up a finger showing Phil he would be right back and not to leave. "What's wrong Cody?" he asked, turning back to the other man to see that he was jittery and had slight tears in his eyes.

"He's here!" he whimpered, biting his lower lip. "I wanna dance with him but I'm scared."

"Point him out," Jeff said, he had to see who Cody had such a fascination for. "The blond in the blue shirt?" He squinted, the man very handsome indeed.

"Yeah, his name is Ted. Randy keeps going over there to him though. I'm not better looking than Randy, Jeff! What if he…"

Jeff pressed a finger to Cody's lips hushing him. "Hey, you're way sexier than Randy is Cody, just go over there and ask him to dance. Go on, I don't think he'll bite you," he said, turning Cody in the direction of the man and patting him lightly on the butt. "Anyway, I'd totally kick Randy in the balls over him." He whispered in Cody's ear a little more before the other man ran off again. He turned back to see if Phil was still there.

Phil waved a little, completely engrossed in a conversation with John. "Hey," he greeted, handing over a fresh cup of punch to Jeff. "I didn't know you knew John."

Jeff nodded dumbly, looking from John to Phil and back again.

John only winked before patting Jeff on the shoulder and leaving the two alone.

Jeff looked down at the lemon-lime soda and lime sherbet ice-cream punch a little sadly. He knew John was better looking than he was, why wouldn't Phil like him more?

"You look sad," Phil said, moving closer. "What's wrong?"

Jeff looked up, shaking his head. He couldn't let it bother him, there were other hot men out there on the dance floor. "Nothing, just thinking for a second, sorry," he said, smiling his best. "How do you know John?"

Phil shrugged. "Used to go to the same school when we were younger. John always said his dream job would be stripping. He loves to take his clothes off," he chuckled, earning a shocked look from Jeff. "He stripped down to his boxers one day in class and gave our teacher a lap dance. He got kicked out and almost gave that old lady a heart attack and I wasn't allowed to talk to him anymore. It was great to see him again."

Jeff only shook his head, trying to imagine John doing such a thing. "That's odd," he mused, giggling slightly. He smiled, those olive eyes enchanting him. He never wanted to stop looking into them.

"Your friend?" Phil asked, pointing to the stairs where two men were already starting their trek back to a room.

Jeff looked up, eyes softening on Cody whose hand was tightly clasped in Ted's their lips fusing just enough to cause them to drunkenly stumble up the stairs to Cody's room. "Yeah," he whispered, smiling at Cody's wish come true. Maybe he could have on too. He looked back at Phil, sipping at his punch. "You know Nick?" he asked, leaning against the wall, hoping that every person connected to the man who'd captured him wasn't so cruel.

"Eh… He was one of my brother's good friends. I just came because he couldn't, ya know?" he said, looking Jeff over from head to toe and back again. He started to flush. Jeff had looked almost womanly before he saw his flat chest and male figure once he'd turned around. "How do you know him?"

Jeff shivered, the memory coming back to him. "I don't wanna talk about it," he said hurriedly, thinking that bringing it up wasn't such a good idea. He looked around, other couples making their way up that stairs to their own rooms. He watched John leave with a slightly shorter man, both engaged in a hot kiss that led to John running his hands through the already messed up purple fohawk on the other man's head. "We should go upstairs."

Phil looked around, noticing that the room was steadily clearing out, leaving them and only a few others there. Before he could open him mouth his hand was being taken in Jeff's and be was being led up the stairs, stopping only to leave their drinks on the table just before the first step. "Jeff?" he asked, his hand being released just after they'd gotten into Jeff's room and the door was shut.

Jeff turned to him, sitting on the edge of his bed. "I wasn't trying to be terribly forward," he admitted, patting the spot next to him. "I won't bite." He smiled slightly, allowing Phil to sit next to him. "I'd get in trouble if I didn't get someone up here soon. We don't have to do anything but that's all up to you."

Phil shrugged. He didn't want to say yes and be forward and he didn't want to say no and sound like he wasn't interested because Jeff was very, very well worth being interested in. "I've never done this, that's all," he admitted, leaning back on his hands and looking at the ceiling. "I'm straight-edge."

Jeff nodded. "I see. One of those no drugs, no sex kinda guys," Jeff mused, looking over at Phil. "I understand but Papa Paul will come through later and crack the door, we have to at least pretend something is going on other than talking or else he gets angry at us."

Phil nodded. "I don't want to sound like I don't want to because I would… if I knew you, ya know?" he asked, hoping that Jeff understood that he had no qualms with them together if they were under different circumstances.

Jeff nodded. "I understand," he said, laying back and looking up at Phil. "You're really cute."

Phil blushed, turning away to compose himself. "Thanks. You aren't bad looking either," he replied, sitting straight up with a smile. "When does he come up?"

Jeff shrugged, suddenly hearing the hard thuds of footsteps on the stairs slowly making their way up. "Now!" he gasped, jumping up and pulling Phil to his feet. He yanked Phil's shirt off, groaning at the hard muscled underneath. "Get under the covers, take your shoes off." He pulled off his own shirt and hurriedly yanked the sheets back, as Phil pulled off his shoes.

Phil was hurrying as fast as he could, his boots deciding to be difficult and take more than enough time to finally fall with a thud to the floor from his socked foot. He started pulling at his belt and shucking off his jeans when he was pushed onto the bed, Jeff pulling the covers up to their waists as his lips were suddenly taken by the soft ones of the man he'd just met.

Jeff groaned, his skirt just long enough to flit over Phil's boxers and cover them completely. He pressed his hands to Phil's shoulders, moving his hips like he were really riding Phil. He groaned, getting hard at even the mock sex as their groins touched.

Phil moaned, getting hard at the same time. He resting his hands on Jeff's hips, looking over at the door just as it opened a crack for a brief moment before closing just as silently as it was opened. He pulled away, Jeff taking all his air. He sighed, trying hard to breath as his eyes caught the smoldering emeralds above him.

Jeff smiled, lightly thrusting his hips against Phil's again, causing both to groan. He took on of Phil's lax hands and moved it under his skirt to a bare hip. "You can touch me Phil. I don't mind," he whispered, leaning close to the man's ear so he could nip the outer shell.

Phil hissed, the silky material of Jeff's underwear rubbing against his cotton ones causing a delicious friction between them. He felt the silky skin, only finding a thick band around Jeff's waist. "No underwear?" he asked, unsure of why he would feel such a silky fabric against his own erection but only feel one band that was only a fraction of the size of briefs.

Jeff only smiled, getting off of Phil and standing beside the bed. He twirled, his skirt moving around him, showing a pretty blue covering for his front but leaving his bum completely bare. He faced Phil, unzipping his skirt and letting it fall to the ground.

Phil gasped. Jeff had a black lace garter around his thin hips, holding the fishnets up and a midnight blue thong that sat just underneath the belt. He reached out, taking Jeff's hand in his. He began pulling at the snaps that held the garter on and once it was off he threw it to the side and slipped Jeff's stockings off. "God, that's hot," he murmured, looping a finger through one side of the material.

Jeff smiled, removing Phil's hand and he got back in the bed with Phil and placed himself right next to him on the twin sized bed. "You said you weren't sure, so I'll wait," he said, pulling the covers over them.

Phil nodded, wrapping an arm around the other man and smiling. "You never told me how you knew Nick," he said, erection throbbing and begging to be touched, just like Jeff's had only moments before but he had to get his mind off his wanting body.

Jeff groaned, curling into Phil twining their legs as he rested his head on Phil's chest, his eyes flitting over the silver bars through his nipples that he had previously missed. He sighed, closing his eyes. "He brought me here after picking me up on the street," he admitted softly, suddenly feeling completely ashamed.

Phil nodded. He knew most of the workers here were from the streets why would Jeff be any different. "I see," he whispered, running his fingers through Jeff's multicolored locks. "Does your family know where you are?"

Jeff shook his head. "I ran away when I was young." He sighed, pulling away from Phil and sitting on the edge of the bed. "What about you? Someone special waiting for you?"

Phil sat up too, leaning back against the headboard. "No. I just got out of a long relationship about a month ago. We finally just drifted apart and we separated," he explained, scooting over to Jeff and placing his hands on the slim hips as he rested his head on Jeff's shoulder, his lips against his ear. "You?"

Jeff gave a shaky no before standing, taking the sheet with him. He wrapped it around his waist and sighed. "You can't do that, if you don't want us to do anything," he murmured, running a hand through his hair. "I can't handle it."

Phil looked up at Jeff, the comforter still covering him. "I didn't mean to," he said, moving to stand. He walked over to Jeff and enveloped him in a hug. He didn't understand why but Jeff interested him and made him want to know more about the other man.

Jeff rested in his arms, feeling safe. He wrapped his arms around Phil, his hands meeting on the long back, his lips moving up to capture the silver ring in Phil's lower lip into his mouth. "I really like this," he murmured, licking it lightly before looking up into Phil's eyes and running a hand over the piercings in his chest. "And these." He licked both quickly before taking Phil's lips in his. He groaned, a skilled tongue running over his bottom lip, the warm metal of a tongue barbell causing Jeff to shiver.

Phil smiled, Jeff's tongue invading his mouth just seconds later their tongue rings clashing against one another in a battle of dominance. He pulled Jeff to him, lifting him up so the long legs could wrap around his waist. He groaned in pleasure, Jeff attacking his lips as he moved them back to the bed, Jeff underneath him when he toppled over onto the mattress.

The moans coming from Jeff only intensified the atmosphere making it harder to try and not go all the way with the other man. "Please, let me do something," Jeff begged, maneuvering out from under Phil so he could flip him and yank away the thin boxers.

He smiled, taking the hard flesh in his hands and stroking it. "I promise to be gentle," Jeff whispered seductively, running the soft plastic spikes on his tongue ring over the head.

Phil gasped out, throwing his head back and growling in pleasure, Jeff teasing him. He reached down and cupped Jeff's cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin as Jeff nuzzled his cock. "God that's hot," he hissed, his hand traveling up into the silky strands of hair. He gently tugged, earning a soft mewl from Jeff.

Jeff took the head into his mouth, his tongue running all the way around the engorged head. He smirked around his mouthful at Phil, his eyes full of fire and lust and he just loved to have his hair pulled a little. He moved down the thick cock taking the soft balls in his hand and massaging them lightly.

Phil hissed out again, watching every bit of what Jeff did to him, their eyes locked the entire time. He pulled a little harder on Jeff's hair, wanting so much more from that skillful mouth around him. "Jeff," he murmured, his other hand grasping tightly in the sheets under them.

Jeff only smiled, taking most of the length in his mouth and sucking hard. He wanted to make this new customer finish and remember him for his skills. Even though he'd only been in there for a week or so he knew that Phil was different. He was interesting, he connected with him in some way no one else had, not even Matt. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, as he moved down just a little more, taking nearly all of Phil in his mouth. He relaxed his throat a little more and eased down his nose pressed against Phil's neatly trimmed, straight, and onyx pubic hair. He wiggled his nose, earning a soft mewl.

Phil closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to keep focus and not just blow his load right then. He opened his eyes, the smoldering green ones just too much. They enveloped him with emotions. That's all they were full of: emotions that just drowned him in pleasure and wonder of why they seemed so much older than the man sucking him off could be. "Bout to…" he whimpered, pulling Jeff's hair hard enough to get the other man to back off before he growled and came right then.

Jeff smiled, their eyes never wavering as he swallowed down every bit. He pulled away licking his lips for the last bit of Phil's seed. "Feel better?" he asked, moving up just enough to rest his head on his hands on Phil's flat stomach.

Phil nodded, sitting up and pulled Jeff into his arms as he kissed him deeply. "You're still hard," he whispered, nipping Jeff's ear as he felt between Jeff's own legs, the silky thong only turning him on more, making his sated cock twitch with excitement.

"I'm fine, after all I'm the whore, you're the customer," Jeff said, not thinking about what he was saying. Before he knew it he was under Phil, those dark eyes bearing into his with annoyance.

"Don't say that," Phil snapped, pinning Jeff's hands down above his head. "You're better than that. Even though you work here or have a bad past you're not that kind of person. You carry yourself with more pride than that Jeff!" He sighed, leaning in and kissing Jeff softly, releasing the small wrists. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you at all."

Jeff shook his head, wrapping his arms around Phil's neck. "It's alright. I like a little pain," he chuckled. He pulled Phil to him, a hand working against the material of his thong. He hissed out, his underwear being pulled off of him and thrown across the room and a warm hand palming his balls before taking his erection. It didn't take long before he was crying out Phil's name, something he never did, as he came. His hips fell back to the mattress as he sighed and felt comfortably drowsy. He pulled the disheveled blankets back over them.

Phil smiled, taking Jeff into his arms. He yawned wide before kissing the man on the forehead and falling asleep easily.

Jeff sighed, reaching over to turn on his lamp that he'd left on for this occasion and rested his hand on Phil's chest, smirking at the silver bars through the dusky nipples. He tried to stifle a small yawn as he threw an arm over Phil's stomach, pulling him closer and drifted off to sleep as well.

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(A/N): So this isn't exactly what I had envisioned for Phil and Jeff's first meeting but it'll have to work, especially since Phil's birthday isn't in July. Oh well. Anyway, to avoid any confusion Papa Paul knows nothing about Nick/Dolph bringing workers to the house. This is all Mama Melina. Just so that's clear. What do you think? Hope you're enjoying! Song title is Birthday Sex by Jeremiah.

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