AN: HEY THERE! How are you, fanfictioners? Hopefully good. Well, I just graduated, so more time for writing! For the summer anyways. I've been lacking on the writing aspect of my life. But I feel rejuvenated! After some bugging from my beautiful girl RumbleRoar846 (Wanna hear the best news ever? I love this girl. Like, so much it's scary. It honestly feels like the connections that Clarry/stooupforlove is so good at creating between the boys in her fics. I owe BTR more than ever now, because now, due to their wonderful show and boyfriend shenanigans and fanfiction universe, I have the best girlfriend in the world. [We are amused, because our initials are K and L, and Kogan is our fave pairing and she is totally the 'ogan' to my 'K' and okay I'll stop now. x} ]) and from the1nonlyglee over on twitter (HAPPY NOW? *giggle* 3 you!), I finally made chapter two! I hope it's up to par, critiques are lovely things and I do hope to get them! But I do ask that one is polite and not aggressive. Thank you all so much for continuing to read my stories even though I take so long to update, you guys are wonderful! :)
EDIT: I went back and edited chapter one, only some wording has been changed.
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The man didn't say anything else to Logan as they drove, and Logan was getting severely annoyed.
"Okay, are you lookin' for company tonight or what?"
Businessman slammed on the breaks at a stoplight. "Not…really. I just needed directions."
Logan snorted and crossed his arms. Of course. "Well these directions are costin' ya. Twenty bucks." Dammit if he wasn't coming back with something for being away from his corner for so long.
The man was aghast. "What?"
"Yep. I need ta make money, too. And you took me off my corner."
"You're the one who jumped into my car!"
"I dunno know about you, but I felt like living. You saw those guys!"
"Fine," the man said after a few silent moments, and continued 'driving' as the light turned green.
The businessman couldn't stand the silence, apparently. "I liked it better when you were talking."
"O…kay?"
"What's your name?"
Logan smirked, purring: "Whatever you want it to be, baby."
The man deadpanned.
The hooker sighed, "Logan, my name is Logan."
"Expected it to be something more…flashy." He motioned to Logan's ludicrous attire.
"You aren't paying me ta take insults; that's an extra $35."
Businessman rolled his eyes.
More silence went on beyond the directions (well, silence minus the grinding); it was making Logan fidgety, twirling his 'hair' and picking at his boots. "Yer gonna ruin this car."
He peeked over at Logan and scoffed. "What? And stop fidgeting."
"You left yer transmission back there."
The man snorted.
"This is standard H, yanno." He continued, ignoring the fidgeting comment.
"Like I know what that means. How do you know about cars?"
"I am male, if you haven't noticed. An' my bros were mechanics; they ran a junkyard and rebuilt engines and old classics. How do you not know about cars?"
"My first car was a limo."
It was Logan's turn to give a deadpan look and narrow his eyes. While this man may be gorgeous, Logan still resented everything about him. This kind of person never dealt with the 'real' world and its issues. They were pampered, sheltered, assumed that everyone 'good' was privileged and everyone 'bad' was in the gutters. They pitied people who didn't want or need their pity and ignored the ones who truly needed the help.
"So what are you doing—UGH—doing this?" More grinding. His tone was condescending, whether he meant it or not.
"Look, I always use a condom, get checked out every month. I do who I want, when I want, where I want. Not only am I a better fuck than most hookers, but I'm safer. I may look wonky, but I'm one of the best."
The man smirked, "You should get that printed on your business card."
"Ha, funny. See, yer makin' fun of me again, so you can just gimme the twenty bucks an' I can get out here—"
"No!" The man jumped, the car lurching and grinding to a ear splitting stop. "FUCK!"
Logan's eyebrow quirked. "Wow, you don't seem like the type to swear much."
"I don't. And I'm sorry, I still need directions."
"One more slip of tongue in a non-inappropriate way an' I'm outta here, sparky. Unless you wanna start payin' for the insults."
"Sparky?"
"Yep."
He restarted the car, moving forward again somewhat smoothly. "How much do you make at this…profession?"
"$300."
"A day?"
"An hour."
Businessman's eyes widened comically. "Damn. Feel like quitting my current profession for that. You make more than I do."
"Eh, don' think you'd have what it takes." Logan teased. They stopped at another light; the man looked over at Logan, seeming temporarily stunned and transfixed. His seemingly normal cold and patronizing expression changed to one of heat and want. Jade eyes bore into chocolate ones and got lost in the other. Electricity sparked and almost ignited a flame, if not for the horn blaring from a rather large Hummer behind them.
"Dammit…" the man murmured and continued through the now-green light.
After that, Logan gave directions quietly, the silence was once again deafening. Logan was about to smack a face if there was any more of this suffocating silence. The man continued to kill the gears on the beautiful car and Logan kept flinching at the damage being done.
The blonde man sighed dramatically as he killed the engine, the man in the Hummer probably screaming obscenities. "Do you want to drive?"
Logan perked up immediately, "Me? Really?"
"It'll be worth the twenty dollars I'm paying you if I don't have to drive." The man pulled over fully (Hummer man flipping him the bird), and Logan got the chance to really see him. Yeah, he was da-yum hot. Emphasis on 'yum'. Oddly long (and oddly cut [for a suit, anyway]) blonde locks wisped around his head as the night wind blew, bright green eyes were transfixed on Logan as they traded sides. Logan giggled at his ridiculous cocked eyebrows.
"What?" The man asked, playfully annoyed.
Logan just laughed harder, "Nothin', so where we goin'?"
"Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel."
"Fuck, man. Richie Rich, are ya?"
"Suppose you could say that." The man was giving Logan that intense look again, trying to slyly rake his gaze over Logan's slim (yet secretly muscled) body. He tried imagining what Logan would look like in masculine clothes. How wide would his shoulders be? The red hair is obviously a wig, isn't it? Or is he naturally red under the fake locks? Is his body as hairless as his muscled thighs? Is his Texan accent real or just pure showmanship?
Logan was about to drive when the man slapped his hand over the whore's. "How much for a whole night?"
Logan was taken aback. This man claimed he wanted nothing from Logan, now he was willing to pay for a whole night? Logan's eyebrows furrowed as he simultaneously figured a price and attempted to figure out the man.
"A grand."
"Pretty stiff."
It was Logan's turn for a predatory smile, his hand caressed the man's thigh, then slid up to cup his crotch. Logan was fairly impressed, maybe he needed to take back his comment about 'not having what it takes'.
"Not yet, but you do have potential."
Businessman smirked. "Alright. $1,000 then. Cash alright?"
"Not like I have anywhere ta swipe a credit card. Not where it'd actually work anyway. So yeah, cash is good, great." Logan realized he was babbling, but he had forgotten to take back his hand, and Logan realized he really needed to take back his previous comment.
"Logan," the hooker hadn't heard his name spoken like that in a long time, all breathy and husky. Businessman's mouth had dropped open; eyes had faded to the darkest midnight-grass green. Logan felt it all over him like his own skin. The man's gaze felt like a tantalizing touch, caressing and barely there petting.
"Beware, cowboy," Logan purred (unintentionally, this time) and did his best to smirk, pulling his gaze (but not his hand) to the steering wheel. Logan mentally shook himself out. He never let anyone get to him before, not like this. Then, he made himself get mildly distracted by the Lotus, eyeing up the driver's side of the car in all its glory, "I'll show ya what this thing can really do," Logan turned back to Businessman, feeling the engorged length twitch and Logan couldn't help his deepened smirk, "Oh, an' the car too."