Chapter 2: Decisions, Decisions…

Guest reader: Ok, to the anonymous reader out there, yes I misspelled the title and the quote at the beginning of [CH1]. The site was having problems at the time and I could not get back in to fix it. Please, do not make me out to be an idiot by giving me text book definitions on the review page. I am aware of what it means to [breathe]. Thank you.

Aimila: I know I gave you a PM to your question, but it made me wonder if anybody else had the same question… so if you're all wondering if I have a grudge against Bones, I do not. I love our CMO and though he starts of sounding like a bad guy, I promise he means well. And no, he won't be beating our Captain.

Solo16: Thank you! And no, Bones is not the bad guy here I love him and he was already a bad guy in my last story [Growing Pains] check it out if you haven't, people like that one more I think.

A/N: if the writing sounds a little funny, I apologize in advance. I'm trying something different here and if it's not working I'll go back to how I wrote [Growing Pains]. Now for Chapter 2

[Last time…]

Bones picked up his fresh glass taking a long drink and looked at Jim. The blonde didn't like the look, it was very unsettling. The man eyed him taking in all his features, even going so far as moving around him to get a full view. Jim didn't like this at all he looked anywhere else but at Bones trying to find anything he could use to defend himself and looked for a quick exit. This guy screamed trouble and he wanted nothing to do with it, whatever it was he wanted from the blonde.

"How would you like to work for me?" Jim blinked, that's not exactly what he expect the man to say. He turned around curiously putting down his now empty glass.

"What do you mean work for you? What is it exactly that you do?" The man chuckled taking a drink from another fresh glass and examined the crystal in the light loving the way it sparkled and reflected in shimmering beauty.

"You could say I'm a man who only auctions exquisite taste…" Jim stood wide taking a step back.

"Say what?" Jim knew he didn't like this guy and he knew why, he just hoped he'd take no for answer.

[Now…]

"Ok, so maybe auction is a bad way of saying it… I find people like you and maybe I help them make more money with better paying clients. No more dealing with freaks off the streets and you get more money. Simple as that." Jim laughed stepping away from the counter folding his arms over his chest.

"So let me get this straight, you sell my ass to big rich fucks like yourself and what? You keep most of the money anyway?" Bones leaned on the counter playing with his cup.

"No… I set up the appointments; then the client and I will discuss a price based on what it is they actually want…" Jim stood there with his arms crossed. Bones sighed before he spoke again. "All they have to do is pick you up and they'll give you the money. Look, everyone under my care is very happy, why don't you just think about it?"

Jim laughed running a hand through his hair. This was not the kind of conversation he wanted to be having; especially with a guy like Bones. The only thing he wanted to do was go home to see if Chekov was safe. But that didn't stray him from the offer at hand, a chance for bigger money for what they always did sounded great. It wasn't the best way to make money but it would possibly be faster working with Bones. Then that same loving bright smile came to mind, he still had the Russian boy living with him. It could be a problem if he were to leave, but if Chekov could work for Bones too they'd be able to save up a lot faster. It would be the perfect opportunity to get them out of this mess, a fresh start just like they've always wanted.

"I guess… I'll have to think about it…"

"Fine take your time, but I won't wait forever… after all, time is money kid." Jim laughed spinning his empty glass on the counter as entertainment.

'Look, nice meeting you and all… But if I'm not gonna be making anything here, I gotta go, after all… Time is, money…" Bones chuckled.

"Alright then, I'm sorry I wasted your time…" Jim leaned off the counter walking towards the exit of the kitchen. Bones couldn't stop himself from staring at the slender blonde; he couldn't let him leave empty handed.

"Wait!"

Jim froze by the door turning back to look at the man curiously. Bones reached behind the counter opening a drawer and threw the object in Jim's direction. The blonde fumbled the object in his hands turning the bundle over in curiosity. Brows rose dramatically high as he quickly grew anxious with the wad of cash in his hands. Jim looked back up to see the southern man smirking.

"W-What's this for?"

"For taking your time sweetheart…" Jim laughed nervously; this had to be a joke; who just gives away piles of money?"

"Are you insane? I can't take this, its crazy!"

Bones chuckled walking towards the blonde. That same smirk plastered on his face gave him an overall cockiness that made Jim's knees go weak. The man stood behind him leaning in close till lips brushed past Jim's earlobe when he spoke.

"Just, consider my offer…"

Jim shuddered from the southern accent, the smell of whiskey brushing off his tongue as hot breath licked along the length of Jim's neck making it hot and moist. The blonde almost moaned, if Bones hadn't moved away, it might've been too late for them both. Jim let out a shuttering breath as the man moved away swiftly

"G- Give me a day, I have to speak to someone first." Bones looked at the blonde taking another drink from the glass.

"A lover?" Jim laughed hiding the cash in his pants pocket shaking his head.

"More like my kid brother." Jim smiled.

Bones stood there, a look of deep concentration written on his face. Jim knew he had him thinking, he knew there was sick people out there who only liked them younger. Now all he had to do was go home and convince Chekov to meet the guy, Bones the so called 'pimp'. Jim turned his gaze to the said man smiling.

"So I'll see you Sunday?" Jim smiled at the southern man opening the kitchen door.

"If I can convince him, I'll meet you at the café across the antique store and we'll call it a date…"

Bones smiled watching the blonde leave the room and waited till he heard a second door open and close. He looked around the room pausing to stare at the second glass on the counter. The rim was printed with chap-stick lips. The southern man smiled again chuckling at the thought of the blonde.

"Captain huh? I like him already…"

Jim walked out the front door running as he spotted a taxi coming down the street. Thankfully the cab stopped and the blonde sat in the car with a satisfied sigh giving the driver directions sitting back to relax. He didn't want to get caught with the money he had in his pocket, especially at night. The streets were littered with all sorts of people and Jim wasn't looking for trouble. By the time he got home it was already morning. The first rays of sun gave the sky a fogged blue tint as the first signs of life walked the streets.

Sluggishly the blonde took out his key unlocking the front door and slithered in like a slug from how tired he was. He kicked off his shoes and hung his coat leaving on his thin sweater. As he hung the coat in the closet the light to the living room turned on revealing a sleepy eyed boy with a shirt twice his size too big. Jim smiled closing the closet walking towards the boy.

"Pav… Baby come on; let's go put you back to bed." The boy mumbled sleepily dragging his feet across the carpet floor to rest his head in the crook of Jim's neck.

"Mmm… Jim, I was… soo worried… what took so long?" He chuckled rubbing the boys back and kissed his head.

"I told you not to worry about me I'm fine, I can take care of myself… Now come on let's get you back to bed." The boy mumbled snuggling closer to Jim's warmth as he was picked up being carried to his room. Jim gently laid the boy down covering his thin frame with the blanket. Smiling down at the boy he stroked his hair.

"Damn it kid… I'm just trying to do what's best for you… Please don't hate me…" Jim was mostly talking to himself but the boy smiled in his sleep rolling over and mumbled.

"Love…you too Captain…"

Jim blushed but smiled as he fixed the boys blanket once again before he walked out turning out the lights. The blonde entered his room, too tired to take off his clothes or change he trudged through his room falling on the bed. He groaned in satisfaction, the bounce of the mattress and plush of the pillows felt amazing after a long day of strange events. He just hoped when he woke up Chekov wouldn't notice what time it was when he came home.

It wasn't long before Jim found himself torn from his peaceful slumber as he screamed being pounced by the young boy. Chekov growled straddling Jim's waist hitting him repeatedly. The blonde groaned knowing the reason for his anger but he didn't have to take the beating to extreme levels. Jim covered his face not wanting a black eye or angry red marks; he needed his face for work.

"Ch-Chekov! What the hell! Stop it!" The boy didn't stop and Jim had just about enough of the boy's tantrum. He growled angrily taking the boys wrists flipping them so he was on top holding his hands above his head. Chekov breathed heavily, his cheeks puffed and red in anger.

"What the hell Jim! I was worried about you!" Jim sighed letting his head fall for a moment coming back up to kiss the boys forehead. The boy kicked and struggled underneath Jim moving his face trying to escape the kiss. "You didn't even fucking call you ass!"

"Look I'm sorry… I promise I have a good excuse… Now will you stop fighting me so I can tell you?" Jim spoke with a slight rise to his voice; they lay silently staring into each others eyes both breathing heavily. Finally Chekov broke the silence groaning with an angry pout looking away. He was so angry he didn't want to look at Jim.

"Fine! But it better be a fucking good excuse…"

The blonde smiled rolling of the boy picking up his discarded pants throwing them back at the boy. Chekov glanced at the material dumbfounded, glancing at the pants then back at the blonde.

"Pants? This is your great excuse?" Jim rolled his eyes but laughed at the boy's sarcastic tone.

"No dummy, look inside the pockets…"

Chekov tore through the pants turning the pockets inside out stopping once he heard a small thump on the bed. Curiously he picked up the bundle turning it over in his hands. He unwrapped the bundle curiously, eyes going wide once he noticed what it was. He blinked wide eyed counting some of the bills in his hands, mouth hanging agape as he looked at Jim questioningly.

"Where the hell did you get this?!" Jim smirked taking some of the money starting to count only winking at the boy.

"A client… or something like that, looks like I won the bet, where's that twenty you promised?" The boy glanced at him worriedly.

"Jim…" The blonde sighed looking back at the boys grey orbs.

"Look babe, we need the money… And this guy I met says he can help us make more if we work for him." Chekov gasped dropping the cash.

"You spoke to a pimp!? James!"

"I know it sounds bad, but he sounds legit! Look he says the clients are rich snobs anyways; we won't have to deal with crazy people anymore! Think about it Chekov." Jim crawled on the bed taking the boys face within his hands.

"If they really pay as much as I think they do the both of us can save up enough money to get out of here! In a couple months tops maybe, and were gone baby… I promise…" Chekov frowned, holding the hands on his face tangling their fingers tightly as if he feared letting go.

"But, Jim… You watch TV, and we hear things out there… This could end badly for the both of us."

The blonde sighed resting his head against the boys and closed his eyes. Jim knew the boy was right, but they had no choice, it was the only choice right? He honestly didn't know he just wanted something better for them both and at the time it seemed like a good idea. He snuggled his face into the crook of the boy's neck relaxing as small arms wrapped around his back threading thin delicate fingers through blonde hair.

"Chekov please… This could be our chance… I promised I'd meet with him today at Ny's café."

The boy sighed looking down at his friend, he knew he meant well, after all he was only trying to do the best for the both of them. Chekov was terrified, not knowing who the clients were before hand was scary, and they could be anybody. A nice face and money didn't always make them sane. But the boy loved his hyung and if he really thought this was good for the both of them he would have to give into the blonde. He always did eventually. The boy sighed pushing the blonde back to stare at his blue eyes seriously before turning his gaze to the wads of cash around them.

"Fine… But we better not get fucked over in the end; I want to go to Paris!" Jim laughed giving the boy a crushing hug kissing his face all over excitedly.

"Baby we'll live there if you want after all this shit is over and done with; I think we'd deserve something nice. Things will be better I promise…" Chekov laughed hugging the blonde again.

"I trust you captain…"

Jim smiled down at the boy in his arms, wondering if this truly was a good idea. He didn't want Chekov working like this, it wasn't a real job to begin with but it paid the bills and kept a roof over their heads. Isn't that what really mattered? That they were both together and safe? The blonde only smiled down at the boy, he knew they had a chance here, he could feel. Despite Jims enthusiasm to work for Bones, Chekov was still worried, he hoped Jim knew what he was getting himself into.

Blue eyes sparkled as arms released the boy jumping off the bed running into the closet. The boy rolling over in a fit of giggles and laughter watching the blonde throw clothes left and right acting like a girl modeling exaggeratingly. Jim loved the boys laughter, enjoyed how it bounced around the room and somehow brought a glowing warmth to their shitty apartment making it feel like home. He spun around grinning like a mad man throwing some clothes on the bed.

"Get ready or we'll be late! We got a date with the devil!" Chekov giggled throwing pillows at Jim as he ran out the room. The boy mumbled something about crazy Americans and Jim poked his head back in laughing.

"Oh, put on those skinny jeans that show off your legs!" the boy blushed throwing more pillows at his friend.

"Jim! Get out you perv!" The blonde laughing like a maniac as he ran to his own room to get dressed.

For an hour the boys mixed and matched different clothing styles trying to find something nice to wear. Normally it wouldn't take this long, but they wanted to look good. Then Jim was the one who was always trying to show off and look like a handsome TV star with his leather jackets and tight jeans. That same alluring smile, the slightest twitch of lips to give off the prefect smirk, and lastly those shimmering blue hues, staring, and pulling you in no woman or man could resist. Jim was handsome, beautiful, and gorgeous, all those words in between wouldn't be enough to describe how much the younger boy truly envied his older friend.

Chekov smiled as the blonde came out finally dressed envious at how the simplest of clothing could look so fashionably befitting. He sighed looking in the full mirror again, turning to view his own clothing. He looked nothing like Jim, but he wasn't ugly either. He had his own beauty about him, tall and slender with a slightly more feminine build. True, the skinny jeans that Jim spoke of hugged his legs nicely and a simple V lined shirt made his collar bones show beautifully.

Jim smiled seeing the boy checking himself out in the mirror with a small pout on his face. He knew the boy doubted his appearance as he watched him make faces at his own reflection. Quietly he took out a necklace walking behind the boy outing his arms around his shoulders. The boy gasped feeling the cool metal touch his skin and blushed realizing what it was. The blonde clasped the lock in place letting the necklace fall loosely on the boys slender neck beautifully. It was simple necklace with thin gold chain and a simple sparkling diamond at the end. Jim smiled in the seeing the boys blush in the reflection as he played around with the pendant nervously. He hugged the boy placing his chin on a slender shoulder grinning widely.

"You look beautiful Chekov… Don't doubt yourself…" Chekov leaned back into the embrace glancing at his reflection in the mirror smiling.

"I can't take this Jim… And how can I not doubt myself, you're always stealing the spotlight." Jim chuckled moving away from the boy to get their coats.

"I won't take it back, I got for you. And what are you talking about taking your spotlight? I'm envious of you. Now come on I'm hungry." He laughed nervously taking his coat from Jim as they walked into the cold breeze outside.

They walked stopping about three of four blocks away passing by an antique store and crossed the street to a café named Bella Nyota. They entered to the welcoming aroma of coffee and freshly baked pastries, a happy smile on their faces as they looked at the displayed treats behind the glass. While the boys looked around, a woman came out from the kitchen glancing in their direction curiously. Her eyes going wide with a smile on her face as she realized who they were.

"Oh my gosh! Jimmy, Chekov, how are you guys?! It's been a while, where have you two been?" the boys smiled each being hugged by the girl and given a kiss.

"Hey Ny, we're good… Has it really been that long? It's only been a couple weeks." She glared at Ji.

"A few weeks!? You could've been dead! No phone call, no texts, and then you hadn't stopped by I thought the worst! And you come around all smiles… I should kill you both!" They laughed nervously rubbing at the back of their necks. But she sighed looking at them sadly.

"You guys… What am I going to do without you…? Come on; let's go get you something to eat." They smiled sheepishly sitting at the first table by the window. She kissed Chekov head before she left them with hot coffee and walked away towards the back to bring them their orders.

Jim sat back with Chekov, they talked about people they've met, laughing about odd things that could possibly go wrong in their line of work. Sure it was nothing to joke about, but what else was left than to make light of an awful situation. It was better to laugh than cry, and so they continued their conversation about numerous clients and hilarious things about each one they met.

" … And then there was this one guy, his- it was so small!" Nyota came to their table with two plates laughing as she caught the last part of their conversation. They smiled innocently at her stern motherly glare; they knew she wasn't really mad at them.

"You guys are so bad… Just be glad you're the only ones here right now…" They laughed as she went to go clean counters and new cups of coffee.

The boys ate continuing their conversation, Nyota joining in every now and then. It was a very simple day as few customers came and went. The small group of friends having the place to themselves sat at the table and talked trying to catch up on things. They were all laughing and happy, too wrapped up in their conversation they had forgotten the world around them till the bell of the door range bringing in the next customer. The group glanced back curiously looking at the man as stepped in. Blue connecting with hazel eyes and Jim gasped knowing that seductive southern tone of voice.

"Hello Captain…"

A/N: Gahh! I know cliff hangers! I'm such an awful person, but I love the attention this is getting and I need to keep you guys interest! That's chapter 2 I hope I can get CH3 up tomorrow morning. I know Jim and Chekov sound very touchy feely but I blame that on Kpop TV xD!