Chapter 7: 12시 30분 (12-30)' –First Night–
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A/N: alrighty then so the photo shoot happened now they get cataloged! I hope everyone's excited as I am because we should all know what that means… Jim and Chekov get to work now! So let's take a look at the first night with their clients and just maybe if you pay close attention… A certain tall dark and mysterious person might just enter the scene ;)
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[Last Time…]
"Why would we have stage fright? We're not gonna be doing a porno or something are we?" Bones laughed and Jim frowned, this wasn't funny. They weren't about to become a public humiliation. He wasn't about to let Chekov get plowed by a bunch of guys just because they were gonna get paid a fortune. No way. Chekov looked between the two, the tension obviously thick on Jim's end. Bones saw his worried grey eyes and sighed with an apologetic smile.
"Look, you guys wanna start working then you got to get cataloged."
It was Jim's turn to laugh as he flipped through the book too entertained by some of the photos. Chekov stared at him like a lunatic and Jim didn't doubt he wasn't one step away from a straight jacket and white padded walls; he couldn't believe he was going through with this. He grinned widely with a mischievous twinkle to his eyes.
"So when do we start?"
"… Call me Scotty, and you might be?" Chekov shied away but Jim pulled him firmly to his side with a grin.
"… These two are gonna bring a lot of attention Leonard… I hope you know what you're getting yourself into…" Bones grumbled turning to Jims pictures feeling the familiar threading flutter of butterflies run down his stomach below the belt and sighed running a hand through his hair.
"I hope so too…"
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[Continued…]
'12시 30분 (12:30)' –First Night–
"I don't like this…" Jim frowned taking the new booklet out of Chekov's hands. After Bones had dropped them off at their apartment he went to get the new Catalog printed for them to see. The photos from the shoot earlier were on the kitchen counter as Jim placed them in a portfolio for safe keeping. Scotty had suggested they keep a portfolio of their work just in case they decided to do modeling professionally. They had laughed it off but he was being serious and gave them his number if they were ever interested. Jim looked at their pictures in the little booklet, the photos were fine. He knew Chekov was in another one of his little moods of self doubt, so he threw the book on the table.
"Pav, you can't keep being negative about these things, look at the position we're in. For what we do we got to always think and feel like we're at the top of the game otherwise we shouldn't be out there anyways… The world's a cruel cold hearted bitch who leaves no room for error, shoot first- "
"Ask questions later… I know…" Chekov rolled his eyes grabbing a drink form the door of the fridge. Jim stuck out his tongue getting out a pot form the cupboards watching the boy get the other ingredients for their dinner.
"Don't get cheeky with me; I'm not the bad guy here. Trust me, one day you'll thank me then all my nagging wont be so stupid anymore and you'll regret those eye rolls you're giving me." Chekov grumbled turning on the faucet to wash some fresh parsley a little harsher than necessary. Jim glared when the boy threw the small pile of leafs like it was garbage on the cutting board.
"I don't roll my eyes at you- "
"Yes you do! See! There- you just did it again!" The boy sighed draining out the pasta while Jim cut up an onion and garlic.
"OK! Fine… I just don't know about this working for Bones, you just met the guy and then suddenly were best friends like we've known him forever? What about Nyota? We haven't even seen her since we moved in here and that was over two weeks ago, she probably thinks we're dead!" Sizzling could be heard when Jim dropped the ingredients into the burning pan of oil suddenly. Chekov flinched being burned by the splashing oil.
"Shit! I'm sorry… Look I know you're mad and I promise we'll give Nyota a call tomorrow. We'll even invite her for a sleep over and you can even let Sulu stay the night…" Chekov winced biting his lip at the stinging disinfect ointment. His grey eyes blinking up curiously at the blonde hearing a certain Asian mans name. The rising blush giving Jim a small smile as placed a banded on the boys' hand.
"Really… ?"
"Sure, we'll do a whole movie thing with popcorn and drinks; I'll even let you have some vodka." Chekov grinned at the blue eyed wink giving Jim a laugh. The air started smelling strange like burnt garlic and oil making their noses wrinkle at the awful smell.
"Something's burning I think… ugh it stinks…"
"Shit! The garlic! Crap it's all burnt, I'll have to start over- damn it!" Chekov laughed getting out a new set of ingredients ready for Jim to use. He left Jim alone to make dinner feeling like he had over reacted, but feeling sorry for himself wasn't going to make things better quick. It certainly wasn't going to help their situation any. So walked into his room throwing himself on the plush bed and took out his phone. His thumb scrolling through the messages and deleted ads with a sigh. He almost put the phone away but he stopped when he noticed an new message that had come through during the photo shoot. He opened the message curiously reading quickly.
Bones told me about the photo shoot you guys are going to today, good luck! And don't worry about Scotty, he might smell of alcohol and flirt a little, but he's a good guy
-P.S This is Sulu by the way :P
The boy laughed rolling over on his bed with the phone on his chest. People were strange, no doubt he would meet even stranger people with the job to come but none of that mattered. He was a kid; he wanted to feel like a kid. He wanted the rush of fluttering butterflies, awkward first kisses and hand holding. Chekov wanted to feel more than some stupid pleasure slave to the night life. School wasn't exactly what he expected when he was there and he regretted slaving away for his father, the best grades in the nation wouldn't make the man proud of his son. Chekov sighed not wanting to think about the past; it wasn't worth the time considering he couldn't go back and fix it.
Chekov was better off with Jim, even with their shitty old apartment and crummy streets they'd walk at night, the boy couldn't have been happier. He dreaded thinking about what would have happened to him if he had stayed in Russia. The nightmare it brought we're even more terrifying.
"Food's ready!" The boy smiled jumping off his bed to walk into the wonderful aroma of freshly made pasta. The table already had two plates set and a container of grated parmesan ready to eat, and he took his seat hungrily. Life with Jim was good, in fact it was great, he didn't have to think about what his life would be like if he was back home because he already was home. This was his home, anywhere with Jim and he was family.
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Later that night when they were settled at the on the couch watching a movie the phone rang, loud and annoying. Jim ran over to the obnoxious device answering with a bored tone.
"Hello?"
'Jim? It's Bones, guess what? You got a client!' Jim blinked rubbing the sleep form his eyes and Chekov curious hung over the couch waiting for Jim to tell him what was going.
'Jim?'
"Y-yah! Umm… That's a bit sudden isn't it? Not that it's a problem but, okay?" He could hear movement on the other end smiling as he heard Bones chuckle. He loved the mans laughter.
'So then you'll take it?' Jim hummed sleepily; he could hear Bones grumbling in the background, the uncertainty audible through the speaker and Jim could already picture the scowl on his face.
'Jim, if you're not ready… ?'
"NO! No, I'm fine seriously…" Bones grumbled again making the blonde laugh.
'Alright then… I'll come over to get you and take you to the drop off point.'
'Do you always come with the prostitutes Bones?" The start of a car buzzed through the speaker, as the man laughed.
'The first days, always…'
"Right…" Jim laughed smacking Chekov's wandering hands trying to take the phone.
'Be ready when I get there, I mean it Jim. Don't mess this up or I'll have your ass for it later.'
"Is that a promise?"
'Jim…' The blonde laughed putting his full weight on Chekov to stop him from moving.
"Alright already, just get your ass over here… I'll be ready in five." He hung up the phone glaring at the boy trying to push him.
"Jim get off, I can't breathe you fat ass!"
"I'm not fat, you're too skinny." The blonde rolled off the boy running to his room, Chekov quickly following after. He entered the room to see Jim throwing a bunch of clothes around the room and ran to the mirror to look himself over.
"Jim what's going on? Was that Bones on the phone?" The blonde ran past him in a flash towards the bathroom he could hear the hissing sound of cologne being sprayed and the pop of make-up container being opened.
"Ya! That was Bones, he said I have a client today, can you believe it!?" Chekov stood frozen as Jim walked in turning around to view himself. The sickening hint of worry crawled up his back and his knees threatened to give out under him.
"Well? What do you think? Chekov?" Jim finally looked noticing the worry written on the boys face. The undeniable glisten of tears in the boys eyes made him sigh walking over to pull the boy into a soft embrace.
"Look bud, it's gonna be fine, I promise. The guy will pick me up and I'll be back in a couple hours or by tomorrow morning, just like always." Chekov whimpered hugging Jim tighter. There was light knocking at the door before they heard a key opening the door and someone calling out. Chekov only held him tighter, Jim could only sigh rubbing the boys back soothingly as he cried and kissed his head.
"Jim?! Where are you, are you ready?"
"I'm in the bed room! Just give me a sec kay?!" Bones grumbled walking towards the room and sighed. He saw the boy wrapped in Jim's arms worriedly. He walked in closer patting the boys head.
"What' wrong kid?" Jim shook his at the statement.
"He doesn't want me to go… He's worried something bad will happen to me…"
"Look Kid, he's gonna be fine… Im gonna be there when he picks him up, I'll even call him when they get there okay?" Chekov peeked through Jims arms sniffling.
"How vwill you know? Nyet! Nyet! You vwon't!" Bones flinched, he hadn't heard the boys' accent before and sure as hell he had never heard him yell. He got the message loud and clear, 'don't touch my Jim'. He backed off taking out his phone Jim glanced up apologetically. He had one more idea, one other person who just might be able to calm down the boy. If push comes to shove they were gonna have to bring him in to pry the boy off kicking and screaming.
"Pasha calm down alright... I promise I'll be fine, what if I brought Sulu over to keep you company?" The boy paused for a moment to look between them quickly clinging tighter to Jims neck.
"Baby come on, you're hurting me here! Call Sulu Bones, please?"
Soon after there was another knocking at the door and the Asian man let himself in as no one came to open the door. He walked inside not seeing anyone he grew worried for the boys safety.
"Jim? Chekov? You guys alright?"
"Inside my room!" Sulu quickly jumped running into the room glancing inside cautiously. He saw them talking to Chekov who only hid into Jim's shoulder with a whimper. Jim looked up grateful for the other mans presence.
"I'm so glad you came."
"Why? What's going on?" Bones grumbled coming back in with a strange looking stuffed animal and a bag of candy.
"I got a client waiting for me, and I'm already late as it is, you think you can watch Chekov while I'm gone for the night?" Sulu smiled in understanding kneeling down behind Jim to see the boys face. Fingers gently brushing back over grown golden curls on the boys face to see his tear filled grey eyes.
"Chekov…?" The boy whimpered burying his face in Jims shoulder; Sulu only smiled threading his finger through the blonde curls.
"Pavel come one, Jimbo has to go. You're big boy now and I'm pretty sure Jim can take care of himself if the guy turns out to be a creep, alright?" One little grey orb blinked at the man and Sulu could see he was already getting through to him. He moved closer, their noses rubbing when he looked up to see the boys tear streaked face.
"Ya plokha gavaryoo pa rooskee… Mozhesh' menya nauchit'?" Chekov looked up blinking at Sulu, he could hear the funny sounding pronunciation coming out of the mans lips. The sad attempt to say he couldn't speak Russian well and asking Chekov to teach him made the boy laugh. The fear of Jim leaving suddenly seemed forgotten wondering how long it took the Asian man to learn the simple phrase just to repeat it.
"Eto ne tak plokho…" Sulu laughed shrugging his shoulders when the boy told him it wasn't so bad. Chekov slowly eased out of Jim's embrace to be held by Sulu. Jim watched them for a moment smiling at the obvious attempt to hide the pleased sigh that left Sulu when Chekov fell into the awaiting arms for a tight embrace. Bones waved them off pulling Jim out with him.
"Man I gotta give Sulu a raise! That was some quick thinking who knew Sulu could speak Russian?" Jim laughed as they left the place rushing out into the cold night. His trembling hands pulling his coat tighter around himself and a pair of black gloves to cover his frozen fingers; Bones was already unlocking the car across the street calling out to Jim impatiently.
"Come on, I'm not getting any younger here! Time is money!" Jim laughed fixing the gloves and checking the street as he ran past black SUV parked on the street. The soft patter of his shoes on the concrete echoing down the street and the slamming of a door made birds flee form there the telephone line above.
As Bones drove off the door of the black SUV opened revealing a set of cleanly shined black Italian shoes. Small pebbles crunched beneath the mans feet as he turned to face the departing vehicle. He took out his ringing phone and pulled off the black leather gloves form his hands to answer the call.
'Did you find him?' Dark eyes never blinking watched the vehicle turn the corner till it disappeared before turning his attention back to the caller.
"Affirmative… Permission to peruse the target?" The woman on the other end chuckled quickly changing to a serious tone.
'Denied… We'll discuss further action when you head back to the office.'
"Understood…" The line quickly cut off the man lingering for moment outside of the SUV till the cold became unbearable for his hands and he was forced to get in turning on the car and drove off without a second glance unaware that he too was being watched by someone on the third floor window. The curtain pulled back making a dark silhouette with the lights on behind him.
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A/N: oh dear, who's being followed? I'll leave that to you guys to figure out. After this the chapter are gonna get a little strange they'll feel like flash backs but I'll explain the sequence at the beginning of the chapters. feel free to correct me on the Russian if its wrong please. Reviews are appreciated please and thank you! :D
