Iceworm- You're totally right! Huge cliche, huh? I just couldn't help myself. I'm so bad. :( lol Wounded Ryan is just too appealing to give up and in The Pilot I could so picture it. Thanks for the review. ;)
This is rated R.
Chapter 1
The music coming from the stereo was low; low enough to hear the pounding of his heart in his own ears. He took a deep breath and eased over toward the sidewalk until the car came to a rolling stop.
He waited and then made eye contact with the first person he saw. The boy, no older than eighteen, stepped forward-strutted forward if Seth was being accurate and leaned against the door. His fingers skidded along the exterior of the car, his mouth puckered in a most appealing manner. This guy knew what he was doing. Seth knew he was all ready in over his head. Heat spread through his body, flushing his cheeks.
"Hey," he said, his voice grainy, his eyes hidden under shaggy tufts of blonde hair. Seth had seen him before, patrolling the streets, a beautiful Spanish girl always by his side. He'd figured he was her pimp or something -that image seemed to coincide with all the movies he'd seen. He didn't see the girl now. Not that he could see anything beyond the boy's broad chest and wide shoulders. The sun, that had been behind him the entire drive to Chino, had abandoned him. It must have known the evil intentions in his heart.
Seth became aware of his senses as time slowed. The stretch of road was relatively quiet save for the occasional car speeding through accompanied by raucous hooting and horn-honking. A tin can rattled along in the street meeting its demise in a pothole and then there was no noise but his breathing and the breathing of the stranger in front of him. This realization brought him back to life and he found his voice.
"H-hi." He sounded like an idiot. The air was hot and smelt like burned rubber. He blamed his un-coolness on that -the fumes were getting to the part of his brain that controlled his charming personality. Shit, who was he kidding? He was a dork and was always going to be a dork.
Still, he gave himself props for having the balls to drive down to Chino on his own and actively seek out a hooker. If someone had told him this would be his reality a year ago or even a month ago, he would have said that they were crazy, but back then, he was sure of everything, sure he wasn't gay.
"So what's up?" The boy looked up then and right at Seth. Seth could see the unnatural purple and red skin around the boy's eye even in the dwindling light. A deep gash over his eyebrow was scabbed over beside an old scar.
"I've never done this before..." Seth said, struggling to get his words out. He should have rehearsed this part, but he hadn't been expecting someone like this to approach him. He scratched behind his ear-a nervous habit-and swallowed thickly. "And, well, I don't really know how this all goes. Do I say what I want or do you tell me or is there, like, a code?"
The boy took in a deep breath and the muscles in his arm flexed against the door panel. It was then that Seth noticed the wife-beater and that his arms were exposed, his wrist slightly bent, like it had been broken before and never got the chance to heal properly. The boy licked his lips, sticking a cigarette in his mouth and igniting the tip. He took a deep puff, his eyes squinting against the smoke, and then exhaled slowly inside the Range Rover. "Fifteen for a hand job; thirty-five'll get you a blow job and fifty for a regular fuck."
Seth couldn't take his eyes away from the sweat collecting in the dip under the boy's Adam's apple. He also noticed he had a cross around his neck and that, more than anything, made what he was doing seem all the more damning. He felt sick.
"I...I..." Seth swallowed hard, panicked.
"Well?" The blonde asked expectantly.
"Blow job," he all but whispered.
The boy pulled on the handle to get in. Seth's eyes widened. "What're you doing?"
The teen studied Seth. His eyes narrowed into slits and then relaxed. He stuck his fingers inside his mouth and whistled to a brunette wearing a barely-there skirt and showing more cleavage than Julie Cooper on a bad day. She sauntered over, her red lips thinning as she attempted to smile seductively. The boy whispered something in her ear and she looked at him and then at Seth and smiled.
"Okay," she said and Seth wondered what they'd talked about, but didn't dare speak. The boy opened the door and gave the woman a hand so she could manoeuver into the SUV.
"Hey, sweetie," she said and rubbed along his thigh.
Seth couldn't speak. "A shy one," she teased and looked at the other boy, winking. Jesus, he felt like he was eight years old. He squirmed in his seat.
From the corner of his eye Seth could see the boy looking at him, but he wasn't just looking at him like a normal person, he was looking into him like he could see inside of him.
The woman-mid-twenties, with long brunette hair and a chipped bottom tooth-grinned at him. "Not here, hun," she instructed.
He started the car without even realizing it. He wondered if it would be bad manners to ask her to buckle up her seatbelt. Seth rolled his eyes just thinking about it, that was the least of his worries.
They pulled away and she directed him to an abandoned building a few blocks away. The parking lot was cracked and weeds were sprouting up from the toppled cement. A cat stepped in front of the car, its eyes illuminated yellow against the headlights. It stopped, watched them a minute and then scampered away.
Seth could feel her eyes on him, could feel her hand on his belt buckle and then his zipper being undone. He didn't look at her until she was easing him out of his boxers. His face felt hot and his stomach felt like it was being invaded -he imagined little aliens conspiring together to see how long it took him to throw up. "I don't think I can do this," he admitted, swallowing hard.
She frowned, her eyes sympathetic. Seth wanted to scream. It took him to a whole new level of loser-dom now that a hooker pitied him.
"Is this your first one, hun?"
Seth closed his eyes, let his head fall back against the headrest. "First time getting a blow job? or first time soliciting a hooker? either way, yep, I'd say pretty much everything about this right now is a first for me."
"Okay," she said, moving her hand. "Just relax, Kid."
Seth cracked open his eye and watched her retrieve a condom from somewhere between her breasts. Seth felt his stomach jump again. He hadn't even thought about protection. God, he just wanted this over.
He closed his eyes again and let his thoughts drift. The only thing that came into his head was that boy, the one with the scar. Seth tried to block him out, to think of something else. Summer. He could think of Summer...and Summer's breasts. Good. Yeah, that was working.
"Looks like we've awoken the beast," the woman said coyly. Seth didn't react, just kept his eyes closed tightly and tried to keep thinking of Summer. Summer, the girl that had called him queer as he walked by...
The woman was stroking him harder now, and he could feel her rolling the condom onto his shaft. He hissed. It didn't feel good, not like he wanted it to.
She sucked him and licked and took him into her mouth, scraping the underside with her teeth. They were sharp and he worried she'd break the condom with her snaggletooth, leaving him with some nasty disease he wouldn't be able to account for when he went to his pediatrician to find out if he was in danger of losing his penis a month from now. The quicker it was over the better.
Fuck it. He pictured taut skin encased in a white wife-beater because he couldn't think of anything else. Seth felt the pressure build in his groin, felt his balls tighten.
"What's his name?" he asked knowing he was about to come.
She stopped what she was doing and looked up at him, her mouth still wrapped around his cock.
"What's his name?" Seth asked again, desperate. He clenched his jaw tight.
She pulled off of him, making a rude slurping noise. "Ryan," she said and took him into her mouth again.
"Ryan," Seth said quietly, gripping the steering wheel and coming hard.
The woman pulled the condom off, tied it up and chucked it out the window. Seth rested his head on the steering wheel and began to shake all over.
"Hey, hey, you all right?"
"What?" Seth asked, moving his head so he could look at her but staying in the same position for the most part.
"Are you okay?" She asked and she looked a little frightened. She probably thought he was going to beat her or throw her out of the car without payment. Seth wanted her to stop looking at him like that.
He lifted himself up and pulled out a fifty and dropped it into her lap. "I'm sorry, do you mind walking back?"
She looked at the crisp fifty and then back at Seth. "Yeah, okay."
He shook his head and pulled another ten from his wallet. He'd already given her too much, but he just wanted her gone and it eased his guilt...a little. "Here."
"But, it was onl-"
"Just take it. Please." He needed her out of the car before he started balling like a baby right in front of her.
She took the money from his shaking fingers, pulled on the door handle and exited the car.
Once Seth had composed himself, he backed out of the lot and headed for home. When he got there, he went straight to the shower, washed for forty minutes and then went to bed. He dreamt of Ryan's bruised skin and his wrist. He dreamt of Ryan's fingers wrapped around that cigarette, how he'd nimbly flicked the ash away and then about those same fingers wrapped around his own cock.