I'm tired right now, so this is the last thing I did for today.
I hope you enjoy!
-\Day thirty-three 5:47 PM /-
"Wally can you please at least explain what you're doing in Gotham?" Mary asked, sitting down at the table, watching how her son speeded off to the kitchen to grab a sandwich, a few chicken wings, a big piece of a left over pie and a milk pack.
He sat down and gobbled the sandwich away in mere seconds. "You guys have seen the news a few weeks ago, about Robin?"
"Yes," Rudy spoke as he sat down too, sitting across his wife. "His identity was compromised, right?"
"Exactly," the teen spoke before take a few big bites from the pie and two big gulps from the milk. "Ever since Robin has gone missing," even though the boy was eating while telling this, his parents could see how serious this was for Wally. They knew that Robin has always been his best friend. Ever since the two met they were inseparable and the boy often sped to Gotham to hang with his friend.
"Oh dear," the female redhead grabbed Wally's hand. "I'm so sorry for you."
Wally sighed. "As team we've searched whole Gotham for him. Even a few times. But we didn't find him. And Batman's rules prohibits us to search for him. We have to count him as a dead man," Mary tighten her grip on the speedsters hand. "But I refuse to give up on him. He can't be dead! He just can't!" the teen turned away, hiding his face in his hands. He refused to cry in front of his parents. He loved Robin and they knew that but to cry over him… he wasn't sure they would understand that.
"Wally, I understand it's hard and that as boy it's not really cool to cry or anything but you don't have to hide it for us, all of this. We can even ask school to drop a few lessons for you, if you promise once you found Robin you'll do everything to get back with all your homework and other schoolwork," the green eyed lady told, eyes soft on her son.
"You'll do that!?" the teen turned around at the speed of sound.
His father was the one who answered. "Of course. But we need to convince school first. That'll be hard since you're grades have already dropped this much."
"But if we explain that it's because of a situation you need to solve, we'll get them to understanding it's better to let you go now and that you'll be better at work once returned," Mary spoke.
"You two are the greatest parents ever!" the boy quickly hugged the two and munched at his chicken wings at the speed of light. He grabbed the milk and run to the door. "I'll be searching then!" and with that the teen disappeared, drinking the milk on the way to Gotham.
-\Day forty-four 0:56 AM/-
The blonde boy got quickly dressed and slipped his hand into the pocket of the jeans of his costumer. He found the leather wallet he was looking for and took the money he had earned out of it.
He dropped the wallet at the pants and stepped over the still naked middle aged man. Only a small blanket was covering his legs and abdomen.
The teen glanced back at the man and snorted, eyes sharp and cold. He had better than him, but whatever. He paid. That was all he needed.
He walked down the streets, leaving the man on his own on the streets. He had tried to wake him up, but was too drunk and most likely exhausted from the sex he had, to wake up. Well that was all he could do, right?
Alex dug his hands deep into the pocket of his jacked. His breath was visible as he let out a breath. Why was it so damn cold out there?
The streets were empty and the only people walking around looked more like haunted shims than an actual person. He let out a sight and stopped under a lantern. He looked up. Blonde locks bungling down blocking a part of his view on the little gloomy light the pole gave.
His eyes widen as he saw something flutter down, gracefully. He slowly followed its movements down, head slowly bowing down. He quickly held up his hand to see the little snowflake land on his hand.
It melted away rather quickly. After it's disappearing the teens eyes flew up, seeing more white flakes whirl down slowly. The little flakes seemed to grow and fall faster.
Alex was fast covered with a thin layer of snow and on his face it started to melt. It felt like he was crying to him. Though he didn't. Alex never cried.
The boy glanced down his body. "I'm not worth crying over," the boy whispered to himself. Face down, melting flakes dripping down his face. His eyes started at the ground, watching the drops fall, eyes blank and empty.
He sighed, wiped the snow off his face and started walking again, cursing softly about how annoying it was to sleep with this kind of weather. No matter how much he liked snow in his past, he simply hated it now. It made him sink into thoughts so easily as he watched, motionless, how the flakes dropped from heaven. It made him envy about how pure they were. After that he would only curse once more and continue whatever useless things he was doing.
Caught up in his thoughts the boy continued his walk to his home. Well, it was actually just a street in which an old mattress was placed and where he would come, after he was done with his costumers, only to meet Mike, asking him how it went.
"How was he?" the boy looked up. He was home already. He must have drifted off in his thoughts so much he barely realized where he was.
"Small," the boy growled, jumping up to the container.
Mike smirked. "Spoiled, aren't we?" the man threw a bottle to the boy who caught it.
"No, he's just really small, I barley felt him. I needed to pull myself to make me climax in time," the boy spoke as he opened the bottle and took a few big gulps from it.
"You're cold again?" Mike asked, raising from his place. He walked over to the boy who was still drinking the liquor greedily.
Alex nodded, watching how Mike climbed up to the container and sat down next to him. The man placed a kiss on his lips.
"So cold," the man comment as he released the boy's lips. "How come you're this sensitive to cold?"
The boy shrugged and jumped off the cold steal. "Guess live hates me," the boy said as he walked down the small corridor where his mattress and a way too thin blanket awaited him.
Mike watched how the blonde teen took of his shoes and snuggled into the bed. "I've enough money to buy a thick and good blanket tomorrow," the boy commented as he laid his head on the luxury pillow to rest.
"Can't have you frozen to death by then, can we?" the man sat down on the edge of the mattress. He took of his shoes and shoved himself under the thin blanked.
Alex smiled tiredly and snuggled up to Mike. "I'm sorry but I have no energy left to please you a little," the teen hummed as he felt the world being pulled away by weariness. Sleep was pushing itself into him.
"That's okay," the man whispered into the boy's ear, feeling the softness of the boy's cheek against his chest.
-\Day forty-five 2:59 PM/-
Alex sighed happily. This was a great day. He had his new blanket which was delightfully warm and the shower he had this morning was downright amazing.
That deal he made with Aaron was a real golden one. He could have a shower whenever he wanted, as long it was on respectable times, and he would give Aaron great nights for about 50 dollars a time. That was really less but he really appreciated a good place to have sex, a nice place to warm up and clean himself and not to forget that Aaron was one of the men who was downright great in bed!
The teen's hands tighten around the blanket in his arms. He was lucky it wasn't snowing right now, because it would have soaked his newly gained comfort or at least freeze it.
The boy didn't notice the man he was about to walk up to as his eyes were focused on the white and thick fabric in his hands. The boy fell down backwards ending up with the blanket in his lap.
"Watch were you're goi-" The man started to snap but stopped as he saw who laid on the cold stones before him. "Alex," the man quickly shot toward the boy to help him back to his feet.
"Sorry," the blonde started, dusting himself off. "Didn't saw you there."
"That's okay," the man followed the teen as he started to walk again. "You haven't forgotten our appointment for tonight, have you?"
"Of course not," the teen spoke in a bit insulted way. Why would he forget which costumer he had for the night? He wasn't an amateur, at least not anymore.
"Then maybe," the man took a hold of the boy's chin, stopping their trail down the street. "We could start a bit early this day," the man claimed the younger boy's lips.
Alex kissed back but broke it soon enough anyway. "Sure," the teen smirked. "You'll pay me more?"
"Err," the man was a bit taken off guard by that.
"Didn't think so," the ex-hero spoke with a sharp tone. "Tonight is tonight. Unless you pay me more," the brown eyed boy spoke cocky, nose lifted up high as he walked further, leaving his costumer alone.
The man was flabbergasted but snorted as he walked away, trying to act cool. In his act he didn't notice that the younger boy turned around, watching the man walk off. The boy bit one of his finger nails, feeling amused that the man longed so much to him. He could go back and play a little with the man.
Alex shook his head. He had standards! He was not a cheap slut doing this for pleasure. It was pure business, to earn money, to survive. He had to search amusement somewhere else.
Maybe he could play a little with Mike. The man was cocky and not to forget one of the big guys. How much fun wouldn't it be to have him begging for him. The blonde smiled and licked his lips. Hmm, the face that man could wear.
The boy hurried back to his home and placed his blanket on the mattress. He took a bottle out of his big bag, which he leaved home lately now he had a smaller one to walk over the streets with. He opened it, and while bringing the green glass to his lips he walked over to the contained.
One jump was enough for his strong legs to bring him on the right height to sit down on the hard steel. He kept on drinking while he watched the streets in his corner of his eyes.
Mike was always in the neighborhood around these times, so he could expect the man to return soon. He was right. Halfway his bottle of sweet red wine he saw the taller man walk into the alley. Alex smiled, putting down his bottle.
"Back already?" The black haired man asked. "You're usually occupied for a while in the city," The man watched the boy come down from the container.
The way the teen stood before him, eyes full of lust, alarmed the man that the boy wanted something. Something from him to be precise. "Alex?"
The boy hummed with a questioning sound, a finger resting on the zipper of his hoodie.
The way his body leaned into his hip, finger ready to unzip his clothes drew a breath out of Mike. He wasn't sure what it was about the young teen but he was so hot. It was turning him on and made him long for him.
Mike's heart skipped a beat as the teen set in a slow walk. Hips swaying, gold locks around his head as a halo dancing at his steps, eyes deep, mouth slightly open, his lips partly releasing each other. The boy stopped right before the black haired male, breath visible and blinking slowly before moving toward his ear. "I'm so bored," the fake blonde spoke, feeling the man shudder under his warm breath.
A hand was softly placed in Alex's neck and a kiss was placed right under his ear. "I need to amuse you?" he slowly dragged his teeth over the boys neck, down to his collarbone and started to suck it, face buried within the teens hoodie.
Alex zipped his hoodie a bit down, allowing the other male's face access to his chest.
Mike's hands found their own way to the boy's body via the bottom of his cloths. The black haired man's chin was lifted to look at Alex's face.
A wide smile graced his face as the boy saw the lust and need in the man's eyes. He led the man's lips toward his. Mike slammed his lips on the younger's lips, no patient left to have the boy.
The ex-Boy Wonder whimpered in delight under the pressure of those sex needing lips. Hands roamed over his body while he held the man slightly with one hand, resting on the black haired man's face.
He let the man go on with his thing while he pressed his body against the older male's body, feeling the heat rise between them. He bucked his hips a bit, pressing his crotch a bit harder against that of Mike and he felt the reaction in the kiss. The man moaned right into his mouth, leaving the teen a change to invade with his tongue into the welcoming mouth.
Alex smiled into the kiss, lips pulling a little thin as he felt the salvia amount increase in the other male's mouth. The man was hungry for him, he could feel that in more than one way. He had the man almost where he wanted him, he just needed to go a little further.
The blonde slowly started to suck on the tongue of his playmate and patiently leaded the piece of meat toward his own mouth. While doing so he moved his leg up and placed it between Mike's legs, from the back. His heel pressed against his ass, slipped down easily and felt the sensitive groin. He could feel the man's erection press harshly yet blissful against his. He smirked, the other lips still pressed against his, tongue of Mike in his mouth as if he tried to hungrily eat him from the inside out.
He let his hand slip down, over the male's abs and with that made a swiftly move to make a little distance between his body and that of the older man. Brown eyes sprung open to look at him, confused.
"Something wrong," the man asked, biting the boy's lip with a deep need for his body.
A wide smirk crossed Alex face as he saw the man look at him like that. He succeeded. The man was longing to him. This man praised with the name "top dog" was practically begging for more. His body was pleading to be pleased. Mike, the great Mike was in his hands like putty, longing to him badly.
"Don't stop," the man moaned, pressing his body against the younger teen. But Alex stepped back. "Alex," this time he spoke the boy's name with urge.
The blonde snickered as he watched the man get inpatient. But as a frown was placed on the man's face he noticed he might had played a bit too much with the man. Before he knew it he was slammed against the wall. "Don't play with me, kid!" the man snarled through his teeth.
Okay, maybe his begging turned into demanding now. "Mike," Alex let the man's name escape his lips as a whimper as he was pushed even harder up to the wall.
The older prostitute frowned upon the teen. "Why did you turn me on and back off like that? You knew exactly what you were doing," the man growled. He felt his manhood throb against his jeans. The man spit out a curse.
"I'm sorry," the young teen sighed. "I just felt the need to feel, to be coveted. But I didn't want to become known as a cheap slut so I thought I could play a little with you," the ex-hero explained, back still against the brick wall.
Mike let go of the teen. "Fine, I understand. But you need to finish what you started," the man pointed at his tight pants. "Cause I ain't you're toy, you know," the man whispered in the boy's ear, lips pressed against his auricle.
Alex felt a shudder run down his back via his spine. How come Mike had such a warm and hot voice as he wanted to? "Okay, you can have me," the teen sighed a heated breath as he was carried to his bed. "But you'll have to get it yourself," the teen said winking as he was placed on his mattress.
The man growled hungry in agreement as he shot to the teens throat with his lips. He aggressively kissed and nibbled on the boy Adam's apple and dragged his crotch over the boy's abs. The man moaned loudly as he felt the boy's Adam's apple vibrate as he snickered.
"You enjoy this, don't you?" the man asked as he moved on to the side of the boy's neck.
"Ah!" the boy whimpered in pleasure. "Y-yes," the teen rubbed his erection against that of Mike in response, "It feels good to be the one being pleasured."
The black haired man slammed his open mouth onto that of Alex, salvia dripping down their lips. The blonde's fingers tangled around the man's black locks as his body shivered. He moaned into the man's mouth and rubbed his sensitive crotch against the man's a bit more.
"T-take me. P-please!" Mike smirked at the young prostitute's reaction. The rolls have been turned and now it was his time to beg.
The man moved a bit away. Eyes glistering as he saw the teens reaction. "Know how it feels, kid," the man smirked.
"Mike, please. Give me this," the teen plead. "Weren't it you who wanted us to continue a moment ago?"
"Yes," the man moaned as he started to undress. "And I still want to continue, but I had to make clear that it was a dirty game you played a few moments ago. Don't play that with me, ever again, unless you're serious about fucking me to heaven."
The teen blushed. "I understand," he started to undress to. He knew Mike wasn't into playing anymore. He just did that to learn him a lesson. All the Top Dog wanted now was one hell of a ride and there was no more foreplay needed.
Alex was turned to lay on his stomach and Mike laid over him, placing himself at the teens entrance. "Lube's in my bag," Alex panted, feeling the heat at his asshole. He grabbed the handle of the bag with one hand and pulled it toward himself and search quickly with only his hand for the tube. "If you're going in my with all that force at least use plenty of this stuff."
The older prostitute laughed and slicked some of the lube over his swollen member and slipped one dripping finger quickly in and out the boy's ass. He heard a small whimper of the teen and took that as his cue to slam into the teen.
The blonde let out a shriek of both hurt as pleasure. The male on top of him pumped his length in and out fast and deep. "Ah, Mike!" the boy groaned as he bit the tin blankets which still laid on his bed. He grabbed the mattress with both hands. He let out loud moans, pants and other high pitched sounds. He started to see starts. "Uh ah! Mike!" the teen felt steady and hard trust landing onto his sweet spot. He felt his salvia drip out of his mouth as he couldn't release the blanked from his teeth even though he moaned out the name of the male pleasuring him.
"Like this, kid?" Mike asked, feeling the tight sphincter around his erection as he trusted in and out. He heard a positive sounding whimper. "Ready to try something new?" The boy tried to answer but all his words were lost in whimpers and moans. "I'll take that as a yes."
Mike pulled his length out of the teens ass, only to let the tip in. "Press your ass as tight as possible and after that I'll try that other thing on you," he felt the teen response as the ass tighten around the most sensitive part of his erection. "Ah! Yes!" the man growled as he moved and wiggled a bit. "Ah! Aaah! Tighter!" the man cried out and the boy tried to respond. Only seconds after that he felt himself being filled.
The teen let out a heated breath as he felt the hot liquid drip out of his ass as the man pulled out completely now. The man turned him around and found a panting and messy looking boy. He had one hell of a hard one and the man smirked. "Let's make a deal. I'll show you how to give a good blowjob and after that you do that on me, the right way at once."
"B-blowjob?" the teen didn't quite understand that. He had never heard of that.
Mike just smirked and bowed down over the boy and took Alex's manhood into his mouth. He heard the boy let out a high pitched squeak as he engulfed the boy. "This is a skill you're going to enjoy, believe me," the man spoke, breath flying over the boy, causing him to shiver. The man smirked and continued.
-\Day forty-nine 3:23 PM/-
It was once again an ice cold day. Alex roamed the streets, hand deep within his pockets. Even with the mittens his hands kept on getting cold. But his new jacked, bought fair and square, kept his hands from turning blue. It kept his body perfectly warm. But his face was still cold. But that could be fixed easy enough.
The boy looked up from his shoes, crushing the thick layer of snow below them. He saw a little stall selling hot cocoa. That would do. And not too expensive either.
The teen walked over to the stall, taking a place at the end of the line with people. He took of his hood, hearing the snow, what had formed on top of it, fall down on the other snow with a muffled sound. He looked down, seeing a kid look up to him with big blue eyes, a glister under his red nose from a runny nose.
"Where are your daddy and mommy?" the little kid who sounded close to having a cold asked, his small hand wrapped tightly around the hand of a lady next to him, most likely his mother.
Alex didn't answer as he simply looked down, his brown eyes sealed on the blue one of the boy. "I'm so sorry," the lady had turned around. The young mother picked up her son, her long brown hair fluttering down her face through her hood with bond.
She looked too young to be his parent, tough their blue eyes were exactly the same and the way she held the boy could only mean she was his mother. She turned and whispered in the boy's ear. "Don't talk to people like that boy. They're dirty."
The blonde's eyes widen. She knew he was a prostitute? Alex looked around. He saw a few, not many, but some people look at him with disgust, eyes swaying as they met his brown eyes. They all knew. They recognize him.
The boy quickly took his hood and pulled it back over his golden locks.
He heard the woman say a thank you and saw her walk off with a hot drink for her son. It was Alex's turn. He laid the money on the counter and asked for a large hot cocoa, eyes not meeting that of the seller. He wasn't feeling anything for disapproving looks today. Any other day he would have snickered and maybe even scold the lady for being rude. But not today.
He had taken a day of. No selling bodies today. So, now in the spirit of taking things easy he didn't feel anything for being the sharp and straightforward person who didn't mind showing off what he had.
"Thank you," the boy spoke as he took his change and big cup filled with brown, warm goodness.
A sudden yank on Alex's arm made the boy first spill his warm chocolate and then drop his cup completely as he stood eye in eye with a green eyed ginger.
I'm not saying anything!
Please review (tell me who you think the ginger is!) and until next time! *jumps into her bed*