Wrapped up in his cocoon of blanket Jaime tried to breathe, tried to
calm down. If what Rowan was saying, then he was not the only male
prostitute at Horizon, like he had first thought. "I was too but I never
got busted."
Rowan was quiet. "You kidding?"
"No. In Lawrenceville, when I was like 13, until I got shipped here. If I needed extra cash." Rowan rubbed Jaime's back cautiously, still holding back but still comforting. Jaime couldn't help it, groaned, let words he couldn't say moan out. Rowan snuffed out his cigarette, taking his hand off the small of Jaime's back and Jaime rolled onto his back, the skin feeling cold without the hand on it. He couldn't look at Rowan. Secret was out. "Look, I'm sorry, I really am. Just please don't tell anyone. I swear I'll do anything you want. Just please don't tell anyone. Please-"
"Shut up." Rowan slowly lay down next to Jaime, turned and kissed Jaime, pinned him with his lips. Slid on top, under the covers. Skin on skin and heat. So much heat. Heated blood where a cut broke and where Rowan bit him. Heat and panting, moaning, panting, groaning. Rowan had to ask what he thought and the word Jaime muttered was hot and sweaty off his tongue. Confusion. "That's all?" Rowan angered, slid out and pulled off his back. The Peter appeared. Peter? And Rowan pointed at him and yelled FAG and everyone hard him. And Jaime woke up with the word wringing in his ears, sleeping bag wet. Oh god, could Rowan hear him gasping, could he have talked in his sleep?
Rowan was quiet. "You kidding?"
"No. In Lawrenceville, when I was like 13, until I got shipped here. If I needed extra cash." Rowan rubbed Jaime's back cautiously, still holding back but still comforting. Jaime couldn't help it, groaned, let words he couldn't say moan out. Rowan snuffed out his cigarette, taking his hand off the small of Jaime's back and Jaime rolled onto his back, the skin feeling cold without the hand on it. He couldn't look at Rowan. Secret was out. "Look, I'm sorry, I really am. Just please don't tell anyone. I swear I'll do anything you want. Just please don't tell anyone. Please-"
"Shut up." Rowan slowly lay down next to Jaime, turned and kissed Jaime, pinned him with his lips. Slid on top, under the covers. Skin on skin and heat. So much heat. Heated blood where a cut broke and where Rowan bit him. Heat and panting, moaning, panting, groaning. Rowan had to ask what he thought and the word Jaime muttered was hot and sweaty off his tongue. Confusion. "That's all?" Rowan angered, slid out and pulled off his back. The Peter appeared. Peter? And Rowan pointed at him and yelled FAG and everyone hard him. And Jaime woke up with the word wringing in his ears, sleeping bag wet. Oh god, could Rowan hear him gasping, could he have talked in his sleep?