chapter11
'Cream' stared at himself in the mirror. The makeup kit really did work wonders. There were no signs of abuse on his face. But his hand... it was now turning a pale blue. 'Cream' wondered why. He knew it wasn't broken because he was able to move it.
But the bandage around his hand really was going to be a problem when he grabbed onto his pole.
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'Cream' walked out onto the stage. The crowd was cheering and wolf whistles could be heard though out the crowd as always. 'Cream' walked up to his pole and reached out with his damaged hand, but quickly realized and reached with his good hand.
He gulped and shut his eyes.
The music started and 'Cream' began his dance.
Jamie watched as his 'Cream' danced. 'Cream' rubbed himself to the thin pole. His mouth slightly open with passion.
Jamie always wanted the young boy. Something about the boy just called out to Jamie. Jamies eyes trailed down 'Creams' body, which was covered in nothing but briefs and a robe. Jamie was waiting for that robe to come off. The mans eyes slowly trailed back up to the boys face.
Jamie wanted the robe off, but he was getting hard just by watching 'Creams' face. But he still couldn't wait any longer for that robe to disapear.
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'Cream' used the pole to slide himself down to the table. He grabbed some of the cash that was laying there with one hand.
Just when he was about to grab onto the pole to slide back up, he gasped when his hand didn't reach the pole, but another hand instead. He was pulled back to his feet and froze when he saw Jamie had joined him on the dance table. They were now face to face.
Jamie reached out his hand and brought it to 'Creams' face and walked until their faces were an inch away. Jamies hands slid from 'Creams' face to down to the thin shoulders.
Then the hands slid to the arms. Only they weren't alone.
Spencer closed his eyes as he felt the robe disapearing. He had hoped he wouldn't have to take it off.
"Open your eyes." Jamie whispered in his ear.
Spencer began to breath harder as he felt the robe hanging at his elbows.
"Now." Jamie growled in his ear again.
Spencer gulped and did as he was told and was met with Jamies dark gaze.
Jamie inhaled deep. Then without warning, he grabbed onto Spencers arms tightly. He turned Spencer around until he was facing the crowd. The crowd that all now had their eyes on 'Cream'.
Or more, the brusies that marked his body.
He was pulled into Jamies body. The man whispered again.
"See? Now they know... you belong to me."
Spencer shut his eyes and began to sob. This could not be happening. He had some moments in his life where he wanted to do over, but this moment... where everyone was staring at his bruises and not him, he wanted to scream.
Jamie pushed 'Cream' down until he was bent over (in a sexual way). Jamies hand trailed the back of 'Creams' neck down his spine. With the other hand he grabbed onto 'Creams' hair and pulled him back up.
Jamie brought his lips to 'Creams' neck.
Spencer tried pulling away, but Jamie had a firm grip on his hair. Jamies lips trailed up until they were once again at Spencers ear.
"You belong to me not them." He let go of the boy.
Spencer held on tight to the robe at his elbows. He stared down at the table he stood on.
Jamie grabbed a tiny remote from his pocket and stopped the playing music. "I'm sorry to interupt but this evenings show, will be cut short." Jamie said.
Spencers breathing picked up.
"I want everyone out in the next five minutes." When no one moved, Jamie yelled. "NOW!"
So thats what everyone did. They left in large packs.
When Jamie turned back around, it was to see Spencer had disapeared. The man cursed and jumped off the table.
But in one of those packs stood Derek Morgan. His eyes burned with fire at the sight of Spencers bruised body. He wanted so bad to run up to the boy, carry him in his arms and run out with him.
But he couldn't do that, he had to remember that he had a job to do. And the sooner his job was done, the sooner he could save Spencer. So he left too.
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Derek got home. He walked up his two flights of steps and froze at the sight.
"Spencer?"
The boy raised his head up from his lap. Derek could see he had been crying.
"What are you doing here?"
Spencer whiped his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't have any where else to go."
Derek licked his bottom lip. What could he say? Don't worry I say the bruises? No. He couldn't let Spencer know he was at the club.
"Do you want to talk?" He asked.
Spencer gulped. "I'm tired. He doesn't get it. He thinks i'm a piece of property."
Derek nodded. "Lets go inside."
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Spencer was sitting on the couch when Derek brought him a cup of apple tea. Spencer shook the tea, then took a sip. He sniffled.
Derek shook his head and couldn't help but reach out and dry a tear from the boys cheek.
"Tell me what happened." He whispered. Even though he already knew.
Spencer gulped and shook his head as he stared down at his tea. "I'm just... tired. Of everything. I'm tired... of that job. I'm tired of him. The way he treats me. I'm tired of crying even though no one really cares-"
"I care."
Spencers eyes trailed back to Dereks.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't."
Spencer turned his gaze away from the dark mans.
Derek saw this. It seemed Spencer still didn't trust him enough. He didn't want that.
Derek sighed and got up from the couch. He reached out his hand and grabbed onto Spencers. He pulled the boy off the couch. Derek walked Spencer up to a small radio. He pushed the play button, then turned back around, grabbed Spencers cup and put it on the steady tv.
Derek slowly walked closer to Spencer.
Spencers breathing picked up. "Derek?"
"Sh. It's ok." The man whispered, just as the slow music started. He wrapped his arms around the boys waist then brought the boys head to his shoulder. "You can trust me." He whispered.
Spencer really wasn't thinking about his trust in Derek. The mans shoulder was so comforting. The man on the song started singing.
When your baby, leaves you all alone.
And no body calls you on the phone.
Dont you feel like crying? Dont you feel like crying?
Well, here I am honey.
Come on, cry to me.
Spencer grabbed onto Dereks shoulder tightly and brought his head to the mans chest. Hearing Dereks heart beat was like hearing Derek say the words of the song to Spencer. And Spencer couldn't help but cry at 'Dereks' words.
Derek knew that was the case. So he brought his mouth to Spencers ear and whispered the words of the song.
" You don't ever have to walk alone. You see. Come on, take my hand, and baby won't you walk with me?"
Spencer lightly laughed at the words. Funny how Derek had the cd inside the radio at the same time Spencer needed someone to cry on.
Derek continued along with the song.
"When you're waiting for a voice to come, in the night, but theres no one. Dont you feel like crying? Don't you feel like cr-"
He was cut off by Spencers finger. The boy stared at the darker mans eyes. He slowly brought their lips together in a gentle kiss. He pulled back about an inch.
"Derek? Do you... love me?"
The dark man stared. He could feel his own breathing pick up.
"From the moment I laid eyes on you."
Spencer smiled for the first time in what felt like decades.
"Why?" Derek asked.
Spencer gently shook his head. "Don't talk.' He whispered. "Lets see where this takes us."
He brought his lips back to the older mans, in hopes that it led to what he wanted.
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