Dudes, I kid you not, I started this fic four years ago! I couldn't get past the sex scene. I cannot write smut to save my life.
So I'm dedicating the beginning of the fic to thedoobly_doo who's Gidrick fics have inspired me to try again with this one.
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Gideon let out a nervous whistled as he drove slowly down the icy, unfamiliar city street.
He would usually never be out this late, but Alice had "needed" the night off from the coffee shop they both worked at. It was the combination of exhaustion from working so late and the nighttime darkness that messed with Gideon's sense of direction. The orange light from the street lamps made the streets discolored, and cast vibrating shadows on the sidewalks and walls, little monsters that swiped at Gideon as he drove.
His cellphone was on 6% (along with his night off, Alice had taken his charger as well) and using his GPS would result in his phone dying before the directions would come up. His best option was to keep driving until something looked familiar. Good thing Alice at least filled up the car when she used it last.
He slowed down as he neared a stoplight, looking around for a cop car or anyone else.
As he got closer to the stoplight, a blinking streetlamp caught his attention, or particularly the person under it. While Gideon found it strange that this person would be standing outside during a pre-snow storm, perhaps they would know where the hell he was.
A nagging voice that sounded like his father reminded him that the worst thing you could do in the city at night was unlock your door, but Gideon was getting desperate. It was either find help or find an alley to sleep in.
He slowed down, letting the window down just enough so that he could communicate, his foot poised on the gas just in case the exchange went south and he needed to get out fast.
"Excuse me," he greeted, leaning one arm on the window in an awkward attempt to be casual.
As the person moved closer, Gideon could see their eyebrow arch in amused judgment.
Though Gideon wondered who he—he? —was to judge. This guy was dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket, clothes more appropriate for a night at a motorcycle bar than for standing outside.
"Looking for a good time, Jawline?"
Words suddenly seized Gideon Gold. Now that the man was under more stable light, Gideon couldn't help but notice how damn attractive he was. His dark hair went just past his ears, his soft facial features giving him an incredulous feminine appearance. Then there was his eyes. He'd never seen eyes that blue except on his mother, and they were haunting enough.
"Actually, I'm looking for a way home." Gideon countered. "I'm a bit turned around. You wouldn't know how to get to Hyperion Heights from here, would you?"
The man's charming smile dimmed just a bit. "That apartment complex that costs as much as a car payment each month?"
Gideon laughed wetly. "Uh yeah, my parent's idea not mine."
The man shrugged, his eyes casting around. As if he were looking for someone.
"I know where it is. Scoot over."
"Uh…pardon?" Gideon inquired as the man grabbed hold of the door handle. The door remained locked, and Gideon could hear his father's voice screaming in his head to gas it.
The man paused, smiling softly, and Gideon was shocked how comforted he felt by the gesture.
"It's easier if I show you rather than tell you." He said simply.
Gideon's foot hovered over the gas pedal, his instincts demanding for him to go. Yet when he looked into the man's eyes he found no ill-will, no malice or intent to harm.
Plus his pants looked too tight for him to hide a gun, so perhaps he was safe.
His mother always said to do the brave thing and bravery would follow, but would she approve of him letting a nameless (abet extremely pretty) stranger drive his car.
Hopefully she wouldn't find out.
With an uneasy sigh he unlocked the door and slid into the passager seat, situating himself just as the man closed the door. Instead of pulling a weapon or ordering Gideon out of the car, the man turned the heat to full-blast and turned the vent on himself, warming his hands as he shivered.
Gideon gulped. Who knew how long he had been out in the cold.
His blue eyes met Gideon's brown ones and he smiled thankfully.
"What's the name, cutie?"
"Gideon." Gideon exchanged, his fingers twitching as he resisted shaking his hand. "Gideon Gold."
The man eyed him appreciatively. "Gideon, huh."
Gideon felt his heart race as he tested his name.
"Not bad, but I like Jawline better."
Gideon chuckled, clearing his throat uncertainly as he pressed on the gas and began driving to their destination.
"Yours?"
The man hesitated, glancing at Gideon as he put the car into drive.
"Roderick."
The trip was short, as Gideon wasn't as far away as he thought he had been, but it was quiet as well. Not uncomfortably silent, but there was a sense of mystery in the air. Gideon had no idea just what he was going to do once they reached his apartment. Did he welcome Roderick in for a drink, offer to drop him off somewhere (and probably get lost again)? It seemed wrong just to kick him out. He had to do…something.
"Just over here." Gideon instructed, pointing at his parking place.
Roderick pulled in smoothly, sitting quietly as he eyed the residence. "It's…nice." He said.
Gideon nodded, sensing that he was in no hurry to return to the cold.
"Would you like to see the inside?" Gideon inquired, not yet knowing the answer his mysterious new companion gave would seal their fate for the night.
Roderick flinched, his lips shaking as he forced a smile. "Of course I do."
Gideon thought the reply was odd but didn't press on it. Roderick turned the car off and handed Gideon his keys, the action making Gideon feel more in control. He led Roderick up the three flights of stairs and unlocked the door, allowing him entry before himself. He reached over to turn on a light, engulfing him and Roderick both in proper lighting for the first time that night.
Gideon quietly looked him over as Roderick roamed around his living room. His clothes clung to him like a second skin, outlining just how thin he was. The brighter light made him look paler, like a spirit. If it weren't for the gentle glow of his dark curls and brightness of his blue eyes, Gideon would have thought he was on the brink of death. He was cute. Like really cute. Like his type kind of cute.
Gideon blinked, wondering if he had left his senses out in the car. Why was he standing here ogling a perfect stranger? For all he knew he was a freshly released serial killer hunting for his next victim. Why else would he have been standing around outside on a cold night?
"You have a lot of books." Roderick commented, one of his fingers sliding over the spines.
The action made Gideon's stomach leap, and he chastised himself for being so weak.
"Um, yeah." Gideon chuckled nervously. "I'm an avid reader." He rolled his eyes as soon as the words left his mouth. What a stupid thing to say!
Roderick however only chuckled, charmed by Gideon's awkwardness.
"Bookworm, huh? That's hot."
Gideon's jaw dropped at the comment. Who the hell had he picked up?
Roderick stepped forward, putting on a grin that was completely forced. "What's your favorite book, Jawline?"
Gideon cleared his throat, his cheeks burning. "That's a…a hard question for a…um bookworm to answer."
"Pick one." Roderick suggested, his lips popping.
At the moment, Gideon couldn't even remember his name, let alone a book title.
Roderick struggled to keep his smirk seductive. This guy was a woobie mess yet somehow still so delicious.
"I'll pick one for you." Roderick drawled, pressing up on his toes to level out the three inches of height Gideon had on him. His fingers slipped to the edge of Gideon's shirt, slowly lifting it. "How about Fifty Shades of Gray…"
"Okay hold on!" Gideon exclaimed when he felt Roderick's fingers graze his abdomen. He hit the arm of the couch and slid on to it to get some much needed distance between him and the strange seducer. He panted as he avoided Roderick's confused stare, aroused and mortified. Who the fuck had he picked up and let into his house?!
"First off," Gideon gasped when his senses came back together. "Fifty Shades is a disgrace to modern literature. Secondly…what are you doing?"
Roderick's confused stare dropped into a glare. "What I usually do. You didn't really indicate what you wanted."
"What?" Gideon stuttered. "Indicate…I…what…I didn't bring you up here for…" He straightened his shirt nervously. "That."
Roderick threw his arms up in the air. "You've got to be kidding me."
"I'm…sorry." Gideon said. "I didn't mean to pressure you. I shouldn't have brought you up here and confused you…"
"Confuse me?" Roderick burst, honestly quite insulted. "What kind of game are you playing at? Don't you know what I am?"
"What you…" That was when it finally clicked. The standing outside in the cold, the tight-fitting clothing, the flirting.
"You're a…"
"Prostitute, male escort, you get the drift." Roderick smirked, though his eyes weren't as bright when he said it. "I like the term call boy, but don't call me a gigolo."
"Absolutely not." Gideon agreed hoarsely. The word did not suit the thin, pretty man in front of him.
A silence followed Roderick's confession, mainly due to Gideon being too embarrassed to speak. He had just picked up a male prostitute and brought him home. How the ever-lasting hell did he manage to do that? He didn't even know there could be male prostitutes!
"Damn, dude." Roderick chuckled, the seduction dropping from his stance. "You must come from a small town. Somewhere with gated communities where everyone knows everyone."
"Well there's not really any gated communities in Storybrooke but..." Gideon began before he realized that he was about to have a conversation with the male prostitute he had accidently lured into his apartment. He had to resolve this now. He'd saw first twenty minutes of Pretty Woman and knew what it could lead to.
"Look man," Roderick sighed when Gideon went quiet. "I don't want to be that guy, but if nothing is going to happen…" he pointed between the two of them. "Then I really need to get going. My boss doesn't like us to be idol if you catch my drift."
"Right." Gideon nodded, his head spinning with the insanity of the events. "Right, I'm sorry to have kept you." He grimaced as another thought came to him, one he didn't particularly want to say out loud.
"Um," Gideon breathed nervously. "I don't know how this…works exactly, and I apologize in advance for this but…do I pay you for your time or…"
Much to his confusion—and slight relief—Roderick laughed.
"Yeah, we'll discuss all that when you drive me back to the stoplight."
Gideon paused at that. The snowfall was getting heavier and probably wouldn't let up until the morning. He wasn't seriously going to stand out there all night, was he?
"You're not seriously going to stand out there all night, are you?"
Roderick shrugged, a blankness covering his eyes. "I will if a handsome gent doesn't pick me up." He winked at Gideon, but his smile was dim.
"I see." Gideon said as he fiddled with his keys. If he got in the car and drove Roderick back, this could all end and he could suffer quietly in his embarrassment.
But Gideon knew good and damn well he couldn't—and wouldn't—do that. The man in front of him looked like he needed rest and maybe a decent meal. Spending the night in the snow could get him sick, or worse, and Gideon didn't want that on his conscious.
"You know," Gideon hesitated before putting the keys back in his pocket. "Maybe you can stay the night. It's gonna keep snowing after all."
Roderick straightened, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. "Um…" he released a sound between nervousness and shock. "Like I said, I can't be idol…"
"I'll pay you." Gideon cut in, shrugging when he met his confused look. "Whatever your…rate…is."
The young call boy looked around Gideon's warm, comforting apartment. It was nice here, nicer than anywhere else he'd been in a long time. True, he'd been in some expensive apartments, but they weren't welcoming. They were filled with pricey things to help empty clients fill their empty lives.
"I'll have to charge you for the night." Roderick added, knowing that would probably be the deal breaker and he would be back on the street in less than thirty minutes.
"How much we talking?"
Roderick mused on the question. His boss would not like it if came back with less than $500 for a whole night.
"$350. Cash only." Roderick decided boldly. He would sneak another client in the morning to make up the difference. He watched as Gideon's eyebrows rose with surprise. Of course most people didn't have over $300 lying around.
The young man worried his lip in thought, and Roderick felt a jolt in his stomach at the site.
Gideon smacked his lips and made a dash to the kitchen. Roderick watched as he reached into a high cabinet (unlike him, he didn't need any sort of stool to assist him). He brought what looked like a busted up coffee can.
"Don't laugh, it belonged to my dad." Gideon laughed as he removed the top. "He found it in a box of junk at an estate sale. He gave it to me as a housewarming gift, so to speak."
"Very vintage." Roderick replied as he watched Gideon flick through bills until he gathered a fat stack.
"Keep the change." Gideon joked, his face still pink from the earlier embarrassment.
Roderick stared at the flimsy bills for a moment, feeling cheaper than he ever had.
"So um…" Gideon hummed, bending and unbending his fingers nervously. "I…my roommates out. I'll take her room and you can have mine."
"No," Roderick shook his head. "I can take the couch."
"Nonsense." Gideon replied, stepping around him to lead him down the hall. Roderick released an accepting sigh and followed him to a room near the end of the hall.
"This is my room," Gideon announced, opening the door just enough for him to squeeze through. Roderick peaked in and smothered a grin as he hastily straightened up, throwing bundles of clothes into his closet, dirty dishes in a drawer. He then viciously swept his sheets off for debris and unraveled the blankets from their twisted knot.
"Their clean." Gideon promised as he pushed a few other things around.
"I'm sure," Roderick said, stepping inside. Among the clutter were even more books, and framed pictures of Gideon with two blond women as well as an older man and woman, no doubt his parents by the looks of their striking genetics. It was nice, homey, a place someone would want to come home to.
Gideon watched him, mesmerized by the lovely boy pacing around his room. He had to remind himself not to ogle, that he was not going to push either of them into something they would regret.
Gideon's sex life was devastatingly limited, to be frank. There had been next to none gay teenagers back home in Storybrooke, though his friend Neal Nolan was bisexual. They had had a brief fling, but Neal's sex meter pointed more towards girls and that was that. While his choices were more vast in Manhattan, Gideon's luck with going past a first date was nonexistent. Most of his dates (courtesy of Alice's connections' and his own flirtatiousness) were just not layered enough for him. They were either too shallow or too horny to hold down a conversation with. Gideon had just accepted that he would have to wait until he found Mr. Right.
Really, he wasn't in too much of a hurry. He his writing and side job at the coffee shop to keep him busy, and his libido was pretty much under control. He was content with his life—or at least he was until this pretty boy began running a pale finger over a picture of him and his Storybrooke friends.
"Ex-boyfriend?" Roderick inquired teasingly, pointing to Neal, who Gideon had and arm around in the picture. The picture had been taken just after their graduation, before they all separated to begin the next chapters in their lives. It had also been a few months after Gideon and Neal's official breakup. They were on good terms and willing to engage in friendly close-contact.
"How could you tell?" Gideon inquired.
"Because you just told me." Roderick winked.
Gideon laughed wetly. He couldn't really say that they had ended, because they never began.
He decided to change the subject, assuming Roderick heard enough dull conversations in his line of work. He instead busied himself with finding him some pajamas. He was taller than Roderick by a good six inches at least, and anything he gave him would be woefully loose.
He decided on a t-shirt with the Statue of Liberty on it (a gift from his nephew when he first moved to New York); a size too small but still appreciated) and a pair of drawstring pajama pants.
"Restroom's right here," Gideon stepped out and flicked on a light right across from his room. He straightened up quickly, putting his toothbrush and Alice's eyeshadows where they belonged. They were both slobs on their best days, and really the best kind of roommates that way.
"Thanks," Roderick said, looking around the porcelain room.
"I'll just…" Gideon coughed, stepping out.
"Yeah." Roderick scoffed.
"Uh…food, tea?"
"Sure." Roderick nodded. "Whatever you've got, I'm not picky."
Gideon nodded, taking an awkward step back before he gained the sense to drop the eye contact.
"Stupid!" Gideon hissed under his breath, missing Roderick's amused grin as he closed the bathroom door.
After a moment, the young man stripped from his tight, uncomfortable clothes and stepped under the hard, hot spray of the shower. He released a sigh of pleasure as the water washed over his boney form. The only time he could get a shower nice as this was after his clients had had their fill of him, and that was if they didn't throw him out soon as they were done.
He looked around at the miscellaneous bottles of shampoos and bodywashes. He chuckled as he read the titles of some of the more unique ones. Cucumber oatmeal. Green tea punch. He couldn't imagine the lanky man in the kitchen using such scents. He found a gray bottle of 3-in-1 shampoo and took a deep whiff. The herbal smell seemed to fit his tall host much better.
He squirted a generous amount of the gel into his hand and massaged it into his scalp. It was so much foamier than the cheap stuff his boss supplied him. It made him feel fresh rather than just clean. He ran a face over his face as he rinsed out his locks. He had a barely noticeable amount of stubble forming on his jaw and wondered his Gideon has a spare razor he could borrow.
He paused his scrubbing when the thought left his head, the suds from the soap sliding dangerously close to his eyes.
He knew better than to think such a thing. Prostitutes didn't go into debt, especially to their clients. Gideon had paid for him, even if it wasn't for his services, but that didn't give him the excuse for him to get comfortable. Just using his shower alone was going too far. He'd never do that with any other client unless they were right there with him.
Anxiety was setting into his blood. He wasn't supposed to feel this comfortable and safe, not when he was supposed to be working.
He had to level the field, he decided as he turned off the water. He needed to find Gideon and remind him what he had paid for.
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Gideon nervously tapped his fingers against the counter as he placed teabags in two cups. What was he supposed to do once Roderick got out of the shower? Put on a movie? Bring out a board game? Start a grand make out session?
The sudden image of locking lips with the pretty boy caused Gideon to lose his steady grip on the teapot, sending scalding water on his fingers.
"Mother fu…" Gideon held back a curse as he ran cold water under the burns.
"Serves me right." He muttered. He was supposed to be a hospitable host, not a horny misfit. Regardless of his occupation, Roderick didn't deserve to be lusted after, especially not in a place that Gideon had promised he'd be comfortable in.
He was wiping down the counter when he heard the patter of wet footsteps enter the kitchen before pausing. Gideon took a deep breath, forcing himself to be calm and less boy-hungry as he turned to face his houseguest.
"Find everything you…" Gideon paused when he caught sight of the towel-clad man leaning against his wall.
"Um…" Gideon flustered as he tried to look anywhere else. "I…left you some clothes…"
"You'll find I don't need them."
"Um…okay." Gideon gulped. "What uh…what are you doing?"
Roderick have him a dull half-smile. "I'm sure you'll figure it out in a minute."
Gideon's heart pounded with anticipation and anxiety as the paler man advanced towards him. He could have easily overpowered him, disabled him and talked him out of his little seductive game. Yet there was an intrigue of what could happen next. So much for having his libido under control.
"I…I don't…"
In a moment, Roderick had him pressed into the counter, his hand hovering over his zipper.
"Wait, wait!" Gideon gasped, taking a hold of Roderick's shoulders and swiftly twisting their positions. Roderick gasped at the switch, his arms spreading out on the counter, stiffening under the sudden surge of dominance in his unofficial client.
Gideon recognized the change in Roderick's posture and stepped back, his fingers still tingling with the feel of the man's skin.
"Look I'm sorry," Roderick breathed, securing the towel more firmly around his waist. "I'm just…giving you what you paid for."
"I didn't pay for…that." Gideon said, running his fingers through his hair.
Roderick sighed in irritation. He couldn't understand why a handsome, sexually -able man would just deny sex. He'd never come across it before. Those who paid for sex didn't turn it down.
"Do you…are you ace?" Roderick asked uncertainly.
"What?" Gideon scoffed. "No…no I'm not." He laughed. "I'm just…I don't do this kind of thing."
"The sex or the prostitution?" Roderick teased bitterly.
Gideon snorted. This was becoming more and more unbelievable.
"Both…but more so the sex."
Roderick leaned into the counter, analyzing the shy man in front of him. He was different for sure. Pure, and good-hearted. It was almost enough to make him want to leave this place and never return, spare Gideon from the filth and the chaos that made up his being.
Yet at the same time he wanted to inhale this sweet, reluctant man. There was something about his lack of certainty that gave Roderick an unusual confidence. With his clients, he was putty in their hands as soon as the cash was in his pocket. There was always an undertone of fear of what would be done to him, and sometimes he was surprised when he survived the night, especially after some of the things his clients would do to him.
"Do you not want me?"
Gideon stared at the barely clothed man, his throat constricted with anticipation.
"I…I wouldn't say that." Gideon shrugged.
Roderick smirked, feeling more in control now that he had an open-ended invitation.
"Let me…" he said, looking Gideon dead in the eyes.
This time when Roderick advanced on him, Gideon didn't pull back.
In the moment it took for Roderick to close the distance between them, the world seemed to tense around them.
Gideon could hear every intake of breath, every movement. Every sense in his arsenal had taken fire upon him, amplifying to its full extent. The steady thumping of his own heart seemed to ring out around them, smothering him in the sound of the blood rushing to other parts of his body.
"Your heart is beating like crazy." Roderick grinned and leaned forward. "Are you...afraid?"
Gideon shook his head. "No…I…I want this." His voice cracked and he inwardly beat the living day lights out of himself.
He did want this…
Roderick chuckled before his face turned serious. He inched closer, and their thighs were touching. "Follow me?"
Gideon nodded, though it took Roderick pulling on his wrist to get him to move. He could hear his own heartbeat through the air and wished that he would just calm the fuck down.
He was thankful Roderick seemed to be in control, even in a towel. He led Gideon back to his room, each step feeling like a trudge through quicksand.
And the bed awaiting them felt more like they were about to lay on a pit of snakes.
Roderick turned to him, his thumb running over his hand. The action alone stirred a nervous passion inside him.
"Do you trust me?"
It was an odd question to ask someone who had only known him about an hour. Gideon considered himself logical, and knew the best thing he could do was to say no and dismiss this whole idea.
But right now, with this pretty, pretty man standing before him in a towel, logic was out the window.
"Yes."
Roderick's feature's hardened, and Gideon gasped as he suddenly twisted their positions, pushing him onto the mattress. Gideon gripped the soft cushion under his hand as Roderick tauntingly removed one button at a time of his shirt.
"I have this idea," Roderick spoke softly as he pulled one button loose. "That, if I prolong the actual act, it will make it all the much more satisfying when it does...happen."
His hands slide up his chest, carefully peeling away the garment. A smirk. "Do you agree, Jawline?"
The idea was indeed thrilling; that he would have to wait for that final act, all the while savoring the foreplay they might happen to come upon, though he did not sense Roderick's underlying intentions.
Gideon was woefully inexperienced, the fact obvious to both men. There was this seek thrill of this being the man's first time, and that Roderick was there to take it.
But then—that more human side of him that somehow managed to survive from the dark filth of his heart, didn't want it at all. Yet here he was. Still, he could make it nice for Gideon, and he would, he swore.
"Perhaps, you have a plan on your hands..." Gideon breathed.
Roderick's lips curled up into a wicked sneer. "Just let me lead, eh?"
Gideon managed a nod as the call boy's hands ran over his abdomen, tracing the planes of his muscles with two fingers before they trailed down to his zipper and pulled it down.
Gideon allowed this, though somewhat embarrassed when the fabric came down and revealed his very visible erection.
Roderick however seemed pleased.
Barely a moment later they were equally naked and gazing at one another. The thoughts going through Gideon's head were less than sexual.
When was the last time he'd eaten? He was so pale, and Gideon could outline every bone in his body.
It was such a devastating comparison to his own. Gideon's skin was tanner from plenty of sunlight, his lean body thicker with muscles and the proper amount of fat he should have.
If Roderick felt any envy, he was hiding it well behind lust-dilated eyes.
"Do you have any requests before I completely defile you, Jawline?" Roderick purred out, hand sliding to Gideon's hips.
"Just one." He whispered uncertainly.
Roderick slid his hands around his waist and pulled him closer. "And that is?"
His throat felt dry.
But he didn't seem to care at the moment.
He flashed one of his winning smiles. "Kiss me."
A flash of darkness ran over Roderick's eyes before he forced a smirk and pressed his mouth to Gideon's throat, working his way down to his chest.
Gideon groaned. "Not there."
Roderick smirked against his bare flesh, causing goosebumps to erupt. "But there are so many wonderful places I could kiss you."
Gideon's breath hitched.
Roderick grinned at his own thought and kissed the flexing muscles of his chest. "Like here."
Slowly he inched down, his lips ghosting around his stomach. "Or here."
Gideon's breath was coming out ragged. He knew where the next stop would be.
"Or," Roderick continued.
Do it. His body screamed.
He waited for the warmth of his mouth to engulf him, but it never came. His eyes fluttered open to see that Roderick was back to his level, staring at him. Looking more smug than ever.
"Or, other places." He finished, smiling.
Gideon laid there, his mouth agape, his whole body trembling with need, unable to take his eyes off the man's mouth. What was it that had him so tantalized? What was it that kept reeling him in like a fish, stupid enough to be drawn in by the same bait again and again? He didn't understand it.
Gideon trailed his fingers along his sides until he came to Roderick's boney hips. "Please." It was hardly even loud enough for him to here. Roderick flashed him a look that read, You'll have to do better than that.
He leaned forward and nibbled lightly on his neck, hesitatingly sliding a hand down the call boy's side at the same time.
"Please?" A little louder this time, thankful Roderick didn't flinch from his touch.
Without hearing an answer, he continued, feeling him shake as he started to gently suck on his throat, leaving dark, purple marks all over his perfect skin. He was cracking.
Gideon let out a soft moan, one that he hadn't realized had escaped until he saw the look of wonder on Roderick's face. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, letting his hands wander along Roderick's built figure. He took a deep breath.
"Please, Roderick?" And then the sound of passion slipped through his lips. "I need you."
Roderick pulled away and stared at him in awe. "All of that," He blinked. "For a kiss?"
Gideon licked his lips. "Did it work?"
The call boy brought his mouth within centimeters from Gideon's. "I didn't know you wanted my lips this much, Jawline." He taunted before pulling his mouth away.
Gideon growled and pulled him back. Roderick raised his eyebrows.
"Just fucking kiss me already." He ordered.
Roderick grounded his hips into his, drawing out a ragged moan from him.
"You're not the boss, Jawline. And I have a much better idea of where to put my mouth than your lips," He winked.
Gideon could only groan.
Roderick's mouth inched down his stomach, slow, smooth; there was no hurry.
And then—as Gideon was beginning to relax under the call boy's expert lips—Roderick engulfed his cock in his mouth.
"Holy shhhh…" Gideon trailed off as Roderick began an unhurried pace, his hands fluttering about, unsure of what to do.
He started off slowly before his pace grew. Then Gideon couldn't keep up with the speed though the fury of pleasure. He could feel the want growing deep within him, and spreading out much too quickly. He reached out for Roderick, grabbing a nice handful of his dark curls.
"Just…wait…" he panted, nearly screaming when the call boy released him with an obscene 'pop' and clasping a hand around his length.
"Not the boss, Jawline." He purred, dragging his hand in an up and down motion.
Gideon arched into him, a low throaty groan emerging from deep down. "Don't stop." He pleaded.
"I won't." He answered smugly, and second thoughts he had sliding through his fingers right along with Gideon's cock.
Gideon shivered at the feel of Roderick sliding back up to hover over him, his tongue sliding across his neck that was combined with a steady hold on his member. He shook, needing more.
He dug his nails into Roderick's arm fighting away the urge to beg for more.
But Roderick was already to give him just that.
"Stay right where you are, okay?" he said, chuckling at the utterly blown face as he slid off of Gideon and made the few steps back to the bathroom. He grabbed one of his boots and pulled out the sleeve of condoms he always had on hand.
Good thing Gideon had already paid him, Roderick thought sardonically. He wouldn't have to charge him extra to go without it.
He paused when he stepped back into the room and found Gideon waiting for him, face flushed, lust and uncertainty mixed in his whiskey eyes.
Roderick could barely contain a smirk. He was so innocent, so unscathed by the sickening cruelties of the world.
That stupid, crushing guilt began to bubble in his chest again.
Leave, he told himself. Leave this man with his coffee cans full of money and shower full of weird shampoos.
Leave him unscathed.
Leave him whole.
Don't you wish you still were?
Roderick advanced back towards him, not missing the little jump he gave as he climbed back on the bed, straddling Gideon just below the waist.
He couldn't help but scoff at the awe-struck look on his bedmate's face. His skin was rosy from a full blush, and Roderick could feel his pulse racing on the surface of his veins.
He's so…
Run.
"Are you ready for this?" Roderick whispered darkly.
Gideon gulped, hands resting just on the outside of Roderick's hips, unsure of where to put them.
That's all he is, Roderick thought. Just an unsure pretty boy who was jumping into something he wasn't ready for.
Roderick leaned forward, drawing his finger over Gideon's impeccable jawline.
Leave.
"Yes," Gideon breathed, his fingertips grazing Roderick's inner thigh.
Roderick sat up straight, the gentle touch unfamiliar to the call boy's rough exterior.
He fought the uncertainty off, reach out to put the condom on himself with expert hands. He felt Gideon sigh, and watched his eyes close.
You pretty, stupid thing.
Roderick couldn't fight off his smirk, loving how relaxed and slow-paced Gideon was. He didn't get a lot of chances to enjoy the process rather than just get through it.
His entire sexual experience revolved around getting the need over with. He dealt with many clients who were either looking for a quick thrill or reveling in the dark double-life a lot of rich bastards had.
The deed was always quick and dirty and blissfully numbing.
But Gideon wanted to take things slow, it would seem. His touch was slow, graceful even, unsullied.
He must be a virgin, Roderick thought, amused, but the thought sickeningly excited him.
It'd been too long since he had someone willing to mold to his touch right under him.
Roderick tried to block out his own internal conflict as he traced his fingers on Gideon's lips, asking permission to enter.
Gideon allowed them, understanding the process and brilliantly stilling his gag reflex when Roderick ventured too far.
His tongue danced along the digits, soaking them. Above him Roderick watched him in amazement.
Maybe not so innocent after all.
He keeps his eyes on Gideon when his slick finger circles his entrance. He slips the finger into Gideon with ease, who sighed and melted further against the blanket. Roderick pumped the digits in and out so he could adjust, letting out a breathy laugh when Gideon shifted his hips against him.
It doesn't take long for him to introduce a second one, stretching him with teasing thrusts. Gideon cried out and grinded his ass against Roderick's fingers with a greedy mewl.
The idea that anything has ever existed beyond the two of them fades from Gideon's mind. The world begins to blur and Gideon's mind turns progressively blank until his only thought is Roderick, Roderick, Roderick.
He knows he's being loud, not just noisy but bad porno actress noisy. But fuck, Roderick is too talented with those long fingers. He's trembling. There's a third finger inside of him and the stretch is excellent but he wants more.
Roderick ducks his head and presses a soothing kiss to shoulder.
Gideon whines, but then Roderick is circling inside of him and he can't complain about his consolation prize.
He feels a grand pressure creeping up on him and rocks more urgently against Roderick's fingers, whimpering to signal his impending release.
"Are you ready to come, Jawline?" He asks, and Gideon nods desperately.
Roderick keeps massaging Gideon and takes his cock in his other hand, stroking him in time with his thrusts. The action lets loose a guttural sound from deep in Gideon's chest, and he gathers the blanket beneath him in a weak fist.
His brain is completely empty. On the outside there is only Roderick holding everything for him.
Gideon clenches around Roderick's fingers as he comes. He was certain there was no tension left in his body, but there must have been because he feels it unraveling, spreading from his core outwards.
Roderick withdraws when Gideon's breathing starts to even out. Gideon is calm, still under the effects of Roderick's advances.
Roderick can only stare at the panting creature he just defiled. Never had he seen something so beautiful, so out of place under him.
He felt a twitch of shame. Gideon should have never been a part of this, and Roderick shouldn't have allowed himself to take advantage of him.
He began to slip off of Gideon with the intention of cleaning up and getting the hell out of there when Gideon grabbed his wrist.
"Wait," he said, breaking out of his fog enough to retain something equivalent to manners. "Let me…"
"No," Roderick said instantly, not quite able to meet his eyes. "You don't have…I don't…no one…"
Gideon tilted his head, his lip curled up in a20 kind smile.
"Maybe I want to."
Roderick's neck tensed. Why did he want to ruin this poor kid, put him on the same level as everyone else he slept with?
He watched Gideon's fingers trail across his thigh hesitantly. He should push it away and say goodbye to him for good.
But Roderick was in too deep.
"Such a thoughtful offer," Roderick smiled, fighting off the instinct in his brain that was screaming at him to run. "I think I'll accept."
Gideon, his wide eyes and now slackened jaw, took a few seconds to react but the wait was worth it, if Roderick said so himself. He watched as Gideon reached for him, his hands a lot slower than someone more experienced. He gave the base of Roderick's cock a squeeze and Roderick gasped out of pleasure rather than from politeness.
When was the last time he'd enjoyed this act with a client? Actually, he couldn't recall. It was a done and go with the people who paid him. They wanted their worlds rocked and then wanted to go about their lives, leaving the man who'd done it in the dirt where he'd come from.
Gideon began to slowly jerk him off, and Roderick wasn't sure what to do with this knew-found pleasure.
He moaned, transfixed by Gideon's gentleness. Brown eyes met his, and Gideon found the courage to reach up and trace his face.
Roderick jerked, the concept of tender touch still so foreign to him. Gideon sat up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his movements gradually increasing as he gained confidence.
"Close," Roderick explained, the pressure building in his stomach since the first time his lips landed on Gideon's surfacing fast.
Gideon turned his head, his lips meeting Roderick's, and that was it.
Roderick's shout as he came reverberated through the room, adding to the rapture Gideon felt as Roderick's cock pulsed in his hand.
Roderick must have closed his eyes again at some point, lost within some kind white haze, because he only realized Gideon had moved, quick as a viper, when he found himself bent backwards and kissed within an inch of his life.
He reopened them just enough to see Gideon's again. Those brown eyes stayed with his, only disappearing when he closed his eyes once more.
Roderick awoke hours later, instantly panicking when he realized he was still in Gideon's room.
He shouldn't have even offered to stay. It was against the rules.
He untangled himself from Gideon's arms, sparing a moment of amusement that the gentle man he'd just slept with was a cuddler, and put on the rest of his clothes quickly.
He dressed quietly and spared a look at Gideon's sleeping form. He really was something special, something the likes of him had no business getting close to.
As he slipped his pants back on, the deck of bills Gideon had given him scraped against his hip.
He'd earned it, he told himself. Gideon had paid him, making him no different to any client.
Yet Roderick found himself slipping the money onto Gideon's desk and walking out, not able to understand the feeling that had taken over inside him.
He took his time returning to the Victorian mansion on the outskirts of town. The outside was rundown, a perfect place for squatters.
However, no one dared enter the place without and invitation from the matriarch Fiona Dairk.
The inside was ran like a well-oiled machine. Soldiers at attention at all times.
She made sure of that.
He wasn't surprised to find her waiting for him.
She was always waiting for him.
"You're late," she purred, the statement more of a comment than an observation.
"I'm sorry, Mother," Roderick whispered as he closed the door. Truly he was. "I…got held up."
The woman doused in black silk made a humming noise. She didn't believe him for a second.
"And how much did you make from being held up for so long?" she asked softly.
Roderick could have vomited from fear.
He managed to keep his hands from shaking as he removed the total sum from two back alley handjobs he'd performed earlier that night: $100.
She stared at the two bills like she was staring at a burnt dinner: completely and utterly unimpressed.
Roderick stood completely still and kept his eyes down, hoping he could get away with a very severe scolding.
"Oh Roderick…" she sighed.
No such luck.
She stood, hands crossed in front of her.
Every inch a lady.
Every molecule a monster.
"I really expected more from you, dear." She tsked, her head shaking in disproval.
"I know." He said quietly, close to pleading for mercy of what he knew was about to come.
"But you didn't mean to disappoint me, did you?" she cooed.
"No, Mother." Roderick said.
"Aw," she babied, stepping forward to caress his pale cheek. "Of course not. You would never do that to the one who takes such good care of you, now would you?"
"No, Mother."
"It was just a bad night, we all have those." She said, false sympathy oozing from her wide smile.
"Yes, Mother." Roderick replied.
For just that moment he thought he was in clear. A speech, a demand to do better, and he'd be sent right back out to amend for his misdeed, which he'd gladly do at this point.
But then a familiar hand grabbed hold of his curls from behind and snatched him back.
"And your about to have an even worse day, my darling," Fiona stated, her eyes hard, her grin cruel.
Roderick felt hot breath trail down his neck and he shuddered at the familiar heat.
"I'll be sure of it."
Fiona scoffed. "Take him to the basement, Felix."
The cruel man began dragging him away. Though Roderick knew better than to resist, he still tried to drag his feet a bit to slow down his impending doom.
He met Fiona's cruel eyes, hating her yet begging her at the same time to stop this.
But she didn't, and her haunting smile followed him through the depths of the mansion.
He fought against Felix, making it as hard as possible. Doors slammed and hushed whispers went silent as Felix forced him past the section of the house dedicated to living space.
No one was going to help him. No one wanted to.
"You know," Felix hissed as he threw Roderick into a wall, getting a better grip on his hair. "You have got to learn to stop fighting, buddy."
"Fuck off, Felix!"
Felix paused and snatched him around to face him, his opposite arm slamming into the wall beside Roderick's head, grazing him.
Roderick tried not to meet the man's eyes. Those icy blues that only reflected the darkness of the world.
"Wanna repeat that?" he asked with a pop of his tongue.
Roderick lifted his eyes just enough to see the man's long, grotesque scar that seemed to make up the entire left half of his face. He had no idea who gave it to him—it's not like they talked outside of these conflicts—but all he knew was that it seemed to have scared his psyche too.
He kept his mouth shut, knowing good and well that the sadistic man would break his jaw if he spoke out.
Felix smirked. "Thought not." His hand slide along the wall to open the door to the dreaded basement. "In you go."
Before Roderick could willingly accept his punishment, Felix grabbed his shoulder and forced him into the basement, Roderick losing his footing easily and stumbling down the hard, unkempt steps.
He hit the molded ground after what felt like hours, his ribs bruised and blood pooling into his mouth. His left knee cap was screaming in pain and when certain he had sprained his wrist.
Still, he didn't scream. He wouldn't give fucking Felix the satisfaction.
Thought his head was still spinning he could see the terrifying man just above him at the mouth of the basement, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the doorframe.
Mocking him.
Roderick wished he had broken his damn neck.
"Next time, suck a little more," he sighed, coughing out a wet laugh before he slammed the door, leaving Roderick in biting darkness.
He was grateful, actually, to be left along in the filth.
He belonged there, away from decent people like Gideon.
That smile.
Those damn gentle eyes…
Roderick pulled himself up, gasping in pain as he slowly, and oh so carefully, arranged himself into a straighter pose.
Forget about him, he told himself. It was better this way. Let him live his life of warm apartments, and friends, and comfort. He deserved it.
Roderick didn't. He was the scum of the earth.
And he never wanted to see Gideon again.
Bye…
Roderick chuckled.
Jawline.
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Next Chapter: Gideon relays his night with Roderick to Robyn and Alice