"You, there. Get up." Barty stood by the corner, looking at the spot by the bins where he knew that one boy slept. Bill, if he remembered right from the time the kid had pitched his services.
It was supposed to go down to minus degrees today, surprisingly early into the season to get that cold. He wasn't responsible for every street kid in the world, sure, but he knew only of one that lived right behind his building. Something told him that he might feel a little bit bad if he walked by tomorrow and that skinny boy had died of hypothermia.
"Come with me." He gestured to the building. "I'll pay you for the night."
Given he had been rejected by this guy at least twice before, maybe more, he hadn't expected him to suddenly be a client. Bill sat up from where he was buried under his hoodie and sleeping bag, peering out at Barty before realising it was a real offer. Fucking hell. He wriggled free from his pile of mild warmth and stood up, wishing he was looking a bit more seductive right now.
Instead, he just looked cold. A t-shirt and jeans didn't really work to his advantage in this sort of weather. "You serious?"
Bill grabbed his hoodie and hoped his sleeping bag would remain untouched as he hurried down towards Barty with a smile. "Inside?" Hopefully. Maybe. He was so cold, he couldn't feel his fucking fingers. "Cause my hands are a bit cold, I'd have to warm 'em up before I did anything." Or it'd be like ice on the dick.
"Sounds refreshing." Barty said it drily, undoing his coat. He shrugged it off and then held it out to Bill, because his lips actually looked as if they had a blue tinge to them and that could not possibly be healthy. "We're going inside, aye."
He wondered idly how young Bill was. Definitely one of those faces that looked younger than he was, especially with that build, but he still doubted that he was any older than twenty. Hart to tell though, given the circumstances. "If you got any drugs on you, toss them now. Hide them, whatever. But not in my place."
He wasn't going to risk that. Although he highly doubted that Bill had anything, else he'd be high right now.
The coat was a nice offer and Bill wondered why anyone would let him touch their coat. Must be pity. Eh, pity was an advantage sometimes. He wondered in Barty had his wallet in here but he resisted the urge to check, least he get kicked out before he got inside. He just followed after Barty, shaking his head.
"Not in this weather. I'm making fuck all, mate. I can't afford it." He had to barter for it and he never had any on him. It was all deals and begging, not purchasing these days. Winter was a bitch for getting drugs.
"I've only got my fags and my hoodie." Bill showed both off for approval, wanting to get in. "No drugs."
"That's fine." Barty wrapped an arm around Bill, partially to keep him close and guide him along and partially to make sure he'd not get the bright idea to run off with his coat. He led him around the building to the front door, where he paused to get the keys out of his - currently Bill's - coat pocket.
Then he unlocked the door and let Bill go in first. It was by no means warm inside the building, but it was a hell of a lot warmer than outside. "They don't got any space for you at a shelter, eh?"
If someone like Bill would even try. Fucked up world, really.
"Well, if I go there, I have to be there by a certain time and I never make it in time cause I have work. Then it's way too full for me. Even if I'm late by a second, they don't let me. Not that they'd even want me. We only have this one Christian one - they sometimes lecture you on 'lifestyle' changes." Bill explained with a slight sneer. "Basically, ungay yourself."
Bill wasn't about to stop being gay. He had everything taken from him in his life but not his love and who he chose to love. It was his and he would be proud, even if they want him to repent.
"Last time I was in a shelter, some guy picked a fight with me. Big fucker, way older than me. Nearly broke my nose. And they kicked me out for it!" So no, Bill didn't touch shelters any more. He hated him. "It's better out here."
"Aye, you've got a right cosy set-up, haven't you?" Barty had to make the comment, but he could concede the point. He led them into the lift and pressed his floor, then turned to look at Bill. He reached out to place a hand on the side of Bill's face, really taking him in for the first time. He was a pretty boy, not surprisingly. He was going to estimate nineteen, at the most.
"We'll take a shower when we're in. You need to warm up some." That said he leaned forward, following whatever instinct, and kissed him. He simply felt like it. Perhaps a way to bring some blood to them, get rid of the bluish tinge.
He pulled away soon enough, as the doors opened, and then led the way to his flat. After unlocking, he pushed the door open and let Bill walk in first. "Take off your shoes."
Most people didn't like clients kiss but Bill liked it. He liked when people kissed him, he liked the pretend romance of the moment - it was a fun delusion and he could play pretend in his head. He always knew he'd like a client when they kissed him.
And Barty seemed dead romantic. It was really fun. He was kind of swoon worthy in a way. Tall, dark, handsome - and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Even if he was a bit strange, he pulled it off well. Everything was under his control and Bill loved that about him.
As they walked into his place, Bill's mouth dropped. Well, his standard for a nice place was having a bedroom but this place had multiple doors and it looked really clean. And there were books. "Woah, it's nice here!" Bill looked around in awe and then kicked off his shoes, setting them neatly on the mat. There was a mat! "You're well posh."
"Uh-huh. Very posh. I narrowly missed out on rounding out the Spice Girls." Was that too old a reference to make around a kid like that? Maybe not, given the gayness involved. Barty had taken off his own shoes and now he helped Bill out of his coat, hanging it up where it always went. "Second door left is the bathroom. Strip down."
Bill needed to get warm fast, a shower seemed like the best way to do that. Barty didn't follow Bill immediately, heading into the kitchen first to check up on a few things. After about five minutes, he did walk into the bathroom, having already abandoned his suit jacket and tie.
"Your wish is my command." Bill was eager for a shower, it had been about two days since his last one so he was happy to strip down for Barty. He left a trail of clothes after himself as he went to the bathroom and turned on the water. It heated up so fast, it didn't take him a minute before he was showering. It felt so weird, part of him was boiling and part of him was freezing.
It wasn't until Barty entered that he was starting to feel actually warm and not just like a partially defrosted chicken or something.
"Hey handsome. There's room for one more." Bill suggested playfully, waggling his eyebrows.
"You can use the shower gel, I don't mind." Honestly, he'd welcome it. For obvious reasons, Bill didn't exactly smell fresh. Sending him to the shower first thing had served a lot of purposes.
Barty stripped down, setting his clothes aside and then stepping into the shower to join Bill. "Turn around."
He waited for Bill to listen before he reached around him and placed a hand on his chest. Using that grip, he pulled Bill back against himself so they were standing close. He reached for the shampoo and opened it, squeezing out some of the liquid so he could start washing Bill's hair. He massaged his scalp, really wanting to get all the dirt out.
"You've very soft hair. Silky." He liked it. Such a fine texture.
Barty was fun, he was very unpredictable. He liked that, he got bored of the same old thing all the time but Barty seemed to play a different game. Turning around wasn't just 'I wanna fuck you', it was washing his hair and keeping them close. It was touch. It was almost romantic.
He closed his eyes and wondered if this was what it was like to live with a lover. Washing together and talking nice, not having drugs around and having things tidy. Buying shower gel that they shared. It was so fun to think about.
"You really think so?" He thought his hair was just greasy and growing too much but silky was nice. That was a good thing, right? "You have really nice fingers. They're skilled."
"Oh, you've no idea." Although, he supposed he could give him a bit more of an idea. As he rinsed out Bill's hair, careful not to get any in his eyes, he let one hand wander down. Fingering him in the shower was perhaps not the most expected move, but given the height difference, it was actually a lot more practical than fucking him.
Besides, there was no way he would fuck someone like that without a condom and he didn't have any of those handy. However, fingering him and then also wrapping his free hand around his cock and jerking him off? All perfectly acceptable and he did enjoy feeling Bill writhe under his attentions.
Barty certainly did have skilled hands. He knew what he was doing and he knew where he wanted his hands to me. It was good, he knew that, and he didn't really have to fake any desire or affection like he usually did. Those fake moans were replaced with real ones that he wasn't used to having.
"Shit. If you keep going like that, I'm gonna come." Bill warned breathlessly, not wanting to come too early and ruin what they were doing but he had to say something. He hated being punished for coming when he wasn't supposed to.
"You're a kid, you'll be hard again in no time." Barty wasn't concerned about that. Boy like that, he was betting that keeping it down would be more of a struggle than getting it up. "Come for me, Bill."
He really hoped he'd remembered the name right or that would be slightly embarrassing. He tightened his grip around Bill, angled his hand just right and then he held him up when he came, so he'd not just collapse in the shower in case his legs gave in from that.
"Fucking hell!" Bill cursed before he laughed, exhausted but happy. He had no complaints. Usually he didn't even get an orgasm, never mind getting to come first. He didn't usually get to come unless the guy really wanted to suck his dick. And yet, here was Barty, not ten minutes in and he'd already come.
"You're good, you are." Bill smiled and looked behind look, looking at Barty with curiosity. "You do this a lot?"
"Shower? Usually twice a day." Barty slapped Bill's ass and then let go of him, considering his options while he finally went about shampooing his own hair. "Get out of the shower, you can use the white towel by the radiator." Should be nice and warm, so there was that.
"I want to have dinner, so you can join me for that. I'll find you a robe." Might be a big long on him, sleeves and all, but whatever. Better than his dirty clothes.
"Dinner? Woah. It's like I'm your date." Bill said without thinking as he was towelling off. It wasn't until he realised that he looked at Barty apologetically. Clients didn't like him projecting, he learned that one the hard way. "Uh, like, kidding. I know you could pull way better for a date. I bet you can have any guy you want. Or girl, like, I dunno..."
Some guys pulled both, some didn't and wanted to seem like they did and Bill knew not to make assumptions.
"I only like boys, me." Bill clarified just because, pulling on the rode and trying to do up the tie. "Even if boys are pretty shitty to me."
"Boys are pretty shit. General rule." Barty had stepped out of the shower by then, which allowed him to bend down and do Bill's robe up for him. Then he dried himself off, looking at Bill with a smirk. It was pretty entertaining. "It's not that different from when I date. Though usually I have to waste time with small talk before the fucking, so there's something to be said for this."
Not really as if he was one to date much anyway. But then, he also didn't fancy paying for it on the regular. "What kind of boys do you like, Bill?"
"I guess there is that. You don't have to pretend with me. You're paying me so I don't mind what you do. It must be easier than all the dance of dating." Bill had toyed around the concept a few times but his boss had put an end to it, said it was bad for business. And it was. Besides, he always seemed to end up with older guys who were jerks to him. He wasn't sure what about him attracted jerks, it just did.
"I like older guys, they tend to be more mature and the like. And they know what they're doing. I don't have a clue so it's good to have someone to help you. And to love you too, I guess. I like guys that are... not total dicks." He had low standards and low bars but still, people tripped over them and still disappointed him.
"Wow. You're asking a lot, eh?" It was sad. Barty chuckled as he pulled a robe on himself, heading out of the bathroom after running his fingers through his hair a few times. He walked right into the kitchen and immediately got out the plates, ladling what he'd prepared onto them. He had a slow cooker, made these kind of dishes pretty easy on a day he worked late. "Have you ever had risotto?"
He wasn't about to make any assumptions. "That's butternut squash risotto. It's pretty filling, you'll like it." He handed Bill a plate and then indicated what chair he should sit in before he sat down himself. "For the record, most older guys aren't more mature. They're just more full of themselves."
"Yeah, I guess I am." Bill didn't catch the sarcasm, he thought it was genuine. He did ask a lot. He was needy and he always wanted their attention, he asked a lot of stupid questions and he wasn't a big money maker himself so he didn't bring much to the table. He was mostly just hoping there was a nice guy out there for someone like him but he knew he wasn't a nice guy either so he didn't think it was likely.
He took his plate and looked at it for a while, frowning. What was a butternut squash? The orange goo? He took his plate and set it down, waiting for Barty to sit before he picked up his fork. Barty cooked? That was so cool. "They're more mature than me, I reckon. And they know things about life. They usually have more cash than me too, so they can help me out a little. I'm not like after them for their money but it doesn't hurt, does it?"
Some security and safety was very appealing to someone like Bill for obvious reasons. "The last guy I dated had money, he was a business man. I think. He didn't tell me what his job was. He didn't really tell me things." Bill ate some of the risotto and then paused. "Woah, that is good."
"It's pretty simple to do. Just put the ingredients in before I leave the house and it's done when I get home. Needs a stir." Quite the ingenious invention, though Barty didn't really consider it anything that hinted at a cooking ability. Preparation, he could do that, when he wanted to. "Eat as much as you like. I've got extra."
He wasn't really that hungry today anyway, he had actually had lunch when Tally insisted. That man was always hungry. That man would have also had a field day learning that Barty was having dinner with a whore, but it wasn't as if he intended to tell him. "I'm a lawyer."
Was that interesting for Bill to know? Maybe. "You can call me Barty." Might as well tell him. "How much does it cost? You, for a night."
"You're a lawyer? Woah. That's a lot of studying and stuff." Bill remarked as he looked around the house again. Yeah, that explained the size and the general niceness of the apartment. Thus guy had cash. "I knew you were something fancy! I was thinking like investment sort or a business guy." Bill pointed out, proud he had been right in his estimations. A lawyer that cooks - now there was a daydream.
"For me? Uh, a night is usually dependent on what you want to do. If it's just fucking, it's £150 quid. If it's just foreplay and company, I can make it like £100 and if you want to get kinky, it's extra." Not just because it tended to be more taxing but because it could fuck up any other income he could get. "If you want to hurt me so bruising, cutting or any sort of marking then I also charge for that too. Especially if there's recovery time. I'm not against it though."
"Right." That was about what he should have expected and yet it was a lot to take in somehow. A cheap price to sell himself away. "What's the point in marking you when it's for money?" He mumbled it as he considered it, thinking it over. Considering what he'd want to do with Bill. To Bill. There was some appeal to being a fantasy come true for a shivering rentboy, sure. Still, he wanted to have fun with it too.
"You like getting kinky then?" That was interesting. "Have you done a lot of it? Ever been tied up? Gagged? To begin with."
"People like to leave a mark. I had one guy who liked bruises. He used to leave a load of them. Once he left almost a whole fucking handprint on me. My boss was pissed. That's why now, I gotta make sure I charge for it." Because maybe then he could appease his boss with a little extra cash and an apology. He didn't mind the marking so much, especially not if he liked the guy. Though sometimes he really didn't.
"I get kinky, yeah." Bill ate more of his food and then swallowed, listening to Barty. He seemed interested. Were lawyers kinky? It sounded about right in his head. "I've been tied up. To the bed, with duct-tape and once to a radiator. I've been gagged too. It's fun." He smiled a little, not wanting to give too much away. "I think the kinkier clients are more fun."
"And your boss is less pissed when the clients pay extra?" Seemed about right. He could almost understand it. He understood the urge to mark. He always marked. If he felt he owned someone like Bill, he wouldn't want anyone else marking him up. Pretty boy like that with the edge of roughness around him. Begging to be abused. No wonder that was what kept happening to him. "Then maybe we can have some fun. I might find ways to leave my mark. What do you drink, Bill?"
He got up and opened the fridge, looking into it. "I have some coke." Giacomo had left that behind last time he'd visited. "And I've got wine. I also have some whiskey, but I don't know if you've earned that yet."
"Uhhh... I'll have some wine. It'll go well with the food, yeah?" That was how that stuff worked. It was fancy to drink wine. His boss drank wine and Barty likely did too. His tone with the coke was almost dismissive so he assumed Barty was a wine drinker. They liked to have red with meat and white with fish or something like that. He had been told before. And this was neither so he didn't know how to apply that rule.
"We can have any fun you want, you know? I'm down. There's nothing I won't try." Bill offered out as he finished his food. He was determined to never back down, he treated his work almost like a fight and he wouldn't be intimidated. He'd win, in his own way. "Except if you wanna cut my dick off or something, then I'd say no."
"I like your dick," Barty assured him as he placed down a wine glass in front of him. White wine and he had gone with a sweeter one, assuming that it'd be more fit for a young man's palate. Honestly, he was getting a feeling for Bill now. He reckoned he'd down anything as long as he thought it was proving himself with it somehow. It was cute.
While he hadn't really known what he was in for here, he certainly hadn't expected Bill to be cute. He sat down again and took a sip from the glass he'd poured for himself, looking at Bill as he did so.
Then he leaned forward, arms folded on the table, eyes on Bill. "I'll pay you 500 tomorrow. And I get to do whatever I want, outside of maiming."
"500?!" What the fuck? Bill's eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He stared at Barty for a few and then felt a sudden surge of concern. What exactly did he intend to do to him that was worth 500. It wasn't going to be a generous tip, was it. So what was he working for that was worth 500. And did he care what it was? No, not really. "That sounds -- brill. I'm fucking down."
He could keep like half of that for himself and have a hell of a weekend. He had to spend it fast, of course. If he didn't spend fast, he'd probably get robbed so it was usually drink and drugs.
Picking up his glass of wine, he took a sip... and then tried to hide his distaste. It always tasted so gross. "So when do you fancy starting?"
"Are you still hungry? I don't fancy listening to your stomach growl." Kind of killed the mood, he felt. He looked at Bill as he asked his question, already considering just what he could do to him, what he could make him do. Keep him warm for one night, keep him fed, have him cleaned, he felt he had been a good Samaritan. Time to be a bit bad instead, just to even things out.
"Do you like pain, Bill?" He wondered. He highly doubted that anyone had ever actually educated Bill on kink, so he'd have to test out those boundaries and kinks by himself. Seemed like a fun way to spend the night.
"Nah, I'm done. I can't eat more." That was more than he had eaten in ages and usually he didn't fuel himself on food, not when he had drugs to do that. He was used to running half empty and he reckoned his stomach had given up caring. "I'm done, cheers." He raised his glass in a mock toast and then started to drink his gross wine as he considered the question.
"I reckon so, yeah." He didn't mind it, he usually expected it and he even enjoyed it when done right. He hurt himself sometimes, it felt quite nice. A little cut along the inside of his thigh, by his armpit, sometimes cuts between his toes, just to have that spark to keep him in the world and alive. To hurt was to feel and sometimes, with all the drugs, he was scared he'd lose his feelings. "It's grounding, innit?"
"Can be." Little lost boy. Not surprising. Almost relatable, though that didn't keep him from wanting to hurt him. Perhaps it made it a little bit more appealing. "So you like to feel. Let's you know that you're alive."
Barty got up and gestured to Bill to get up as well. "Walk in front of me." He put a hand on Bill's shoulder as he led him to the living room, letting go of him when they were in the middle of the room. A lot of bookshelves along the walls, a black leather couch, dark wood table. He had a defined aesthetic, one that Giacomo considered depressing. Barty liked it, he'd always been a little bit goth.
"I'm going to make sure you experience a lot of feelings. You'll know you're alive when you're with me. Take the robe off."
Bill got into the middle of the room and looked around as he did. Barty really did have a nice house and so many books. Fancy looking ones too. He had no pictures or anything, he had one potted plant and no real knick-knacks or anything too personal. It was both full of personality and devoid. Barty really was a confusing person, he didn't get him at all.
Bill dropped his robe and stood naked in front of Barty, clearly not bothered by it. He was pretty used to being naked at this point.
"I want you to be quiet unless I'm asking you a question." Barty stepped in front of Bill and looked down at him. An advantage of the height difference, he decided. "You'll be scared today. You'll be sad. You'll fear me and love me. Maybe hate me a bit. That's all good. All I want from you is everything."
He didn't consider that too much to ask. "I'll mark you in ways no one else can."
That was a promise.
He attacked Bill suddenly, forcing him down within moments. He got his arms behind his back and made him cross his wrists, trying to test how much fight was in him.
This was part of the game, he knew that, he knew he wasn't supposed to fight but the instinct was there. Barty pounced on him like a fucking jungle cat and he fought back - of course he did. He soon caught himself when Barty's hands were on his wrists. He forced himself to relax his body.
Scared. Sad. Fear. Fuck. But still, 500. There was a lot a guy like him could do with 500. So he knew how to submit. How to make himself stop.
"I can be slow too. Depends on my mood." Barty grinned and held Bill's wrists against the small of his back with one hand, using the other to slap his ass. That was really just fun. It was a nice ass, felt a shame not to touch it. "You'll learn a lot about me."
That turned out to be one of many true predictions that night. Barty knew how to leave an impression. He had Bill terrified and begging when he introduced him to breath play. He edged him for a good three hours while he tied him up more and more and then he fucked him while biting and sucking his neck, sure to leave marks.
He slept with him that night, because he got too tired to bother with any other arrangement. So he slept with Bill in his arms in his bed. When they woke up the next morning - closer to noon - they had breakfast, blowjobs and he paid him the money he'd promised, assuming he'd blow most of it on drugs.
That'd be it then. He got that out of his system. But maybe he'd see him again some time. Maybe they could spend more time together. What was the harm?
"Bill! It's been a while, hasn't it?" Jim honestly wasn't certain on that. He remembered Bill the way he remembered just about anyone, knowing every detail there was to know and not really connecting. He knew all the bits that made him a person, that still didn't make him feel like one. He was a cute boy though, so eager for approval and so very eager to belong somewhere.
Jim was seated at the table in the VIP area of the club, which was just a sad thing to do during daylight hours. He felt like making some of his security dance on the poles just to make it less drab. "Sit with me, my little bird."
He was kind of bird-like, so tiny. "Did you miss me?"
"Uh, yeah. Course." Not really. Whenever he saw Jim, it usually meant he was about to lose all of his money. Not that he liked Sebastian more, he was a total arsehole but he was an arsehole he understood. Jim was unpredictable, confusing and he always won the situation. Bill had split the money but he wasn't wholly convinced he'd get to walk out with the money.
Sitting down, he felt awkward in the VIP area. Jim had a really nice suit on, everyone did here, and he was in his old football shirt and battered trainers. He wasn't really VIP material.
"I got your money though." Bill held out an envelope that he put all of his cash into, smiling at him. "I didn't get much work this week but I got some good playing clients."
"That's nice." Jim glanced at the envelope and then gestured at it so that someone who was not him would take that thing. He knew where that had been, he was not touching that. He wasn't feeling the appeal of filth today. Hence why he looked Bill over critically, taking in so many details. "See, I think we could give you a bit of a makeover and up the class. You could appeal to a higher set. Pretty, but rough. They like that."
Evidently. "Who's the one that just had to taste you?" He indicated his own neck. "Someone really liked it, didn't they? Looks like you went on a date with a blowfish."
"I dunno if I could ever pull off that sort of thing, I'm not really ... pretty?" He didn't think he had pretty features but he supposed someone like Jim probably knew better than he did. He couldn't imagine himself ever appealing to a higher class of people. His clients were specific and cultivated for a reason.
At the gesture to his neck, he raised his hand to cover it awkwardly. "Oh yeah, he was dead horny. A real weirdo." Bill laughed nervously and licked his lips. "I think he was something fancy. Like a lawyer. We fucked. I charged extra cause he was a kinky sort, right."
"A lawyer, hm? Kinky lawyer for my Bill. Seems like you were pretty enough for him. Tasty enough." Clearly. Jim tilted his head to the side as he inspected Bill, deciding that he could be a little curious. "What kind of kink was that then?" Wouldn't be bad, having some blackmail material on a lawyer. Might come in handy, potentially. No one liked having their embarrassing secrets outed. "They tend to be repressed, those men in suits. Too many posh schools. They all just want to dress up like women and get spanked."
He smiled happily. "A proud tradition in this country. Poufters created by the system."
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It was supposed to go down to minus degrees today, surprisingly early into the season to get that cold. He wasn't responsible for every street kid in the world, sure, but he knew only of one that lived right behind his building. Something told him that he might feel a little bit bad if he walked by tomorrow and that skinny boy had died of hypothermia.
"Come with me." He gestured to the building. "I'll pay you for the night."
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Instead, he just looked cold. A t-shirt and jeans didn't really work to his advantage in this sort of weather. "You serious?"
Bill grabbed his hoodie and hoped his sleeping bag would remain untouched as he hurried down towards Barty with a smile. "Inside?" Hopefully. Maybe. He was so cold, he couldn't feel his fucking fingers. "Cause my hands are a bit cold, I'd have to warm 'em up before I did anything." Or it'd be like ice on the dick.
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He wondered idly how young Bill was. Definitely one of those faces that looked younger than he was, especially with that build, but he still doubted that he was any older than twenty. Hart to tell though, given the circumstances. "If you got any drugs on you, toss them now. Hide them, whatever. But not in my place."
He wasn't going to risk that. Although he highly doubted that Bill had anything, else he'd be high right now.
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"Not in this weather. I'm making fuck all, mate. I can't afford it." He had to barter for it and he never had any on him. It was all deals and begging, not purchasing these days. Winter was a bitch for getting drugs.
"I've only got my fags and my hoodie." Bill showed both off for approval, wanting to get in. "No drugs."
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Then he unlocked the door and let Bill go in first. It was by no means warm inside the building, but it was a hell of a lot warmer than outside. "They don't got any space for you at a shelter, eh?"
If someone like Bill would even try. Fucked up world, really.
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Bill wasn't about to stop being gay. He had everything taken from him in his life but not his love and who he chose to love. It was his and he would be proud, even if they want him to repent.
"Last time I was in a shelter, some guy picked a fight with me. Big fucker, way older than me. Nearly broke my nose. And they kicked me out for it!" So no, Bill didn't touch shelters any more. He hated him. "It's better out here."
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"We'll take a shower when we're in. You need to warm up some." That said he leaned forward, following whatever instinct, and kissed him. He simply felt like it. Perhaps a way to bring some blood to them, get rid of the bluish tinge.
He pulled away soon enough, as the doors opened, and then led the way to his flat. After unlocking, he pushed the door open and let Bill walk in first. "Take off your shoes."
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And Barty seemed dead romantic. It was really fun. He was kind of swoon worthy in a way. Tall, dark, handsome - and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Even if he was a bit strange, he pulled it off well. Everything was under his control and Bill loved that about him.
As they walked into his place, Bill's mouth dropped. Well, his standard for a nice place was having a bedroom but this place had multiple doors and it looked really clean. And there were books. "Woah, it's nice here!" Bill looked around in awe and then kicked off his shoes, setting them neatly on the mat. There was a mat! "You're well posh."
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Bill needed to get warm fast, a shower seemed like the best way to do that. Barty didn't follow Bill immediately, heading into the kitchen first to check up on a few things. After about five minutes, he did walk into the bathroom, having already abandoned his suit jacket and tie.
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It wasn't until Barty entered that he was starting to feel actually warm and not just like a partially defrosted chicken or something.
"Hey handsome. There's room for one more." Bill suggested playfully, waggling his eyebrows.
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Barty stripped down, setting his clothes aside and then stepping into the shower to join Bill. "Turn around."
He waited for Bill to listen before he reached around him and placed a hand on his chest. Using that grip, he pulled Bill back against himself so they were standing close. He reached for the shampoo and opened it, squeezing out some of the liquid so he could start washing Bill's hair. He massaged his scalp, really wanting to get all the dirt out.
"You've very soft hair. Silky." He liked it. Such a fine texture.
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He closed his eyes and wondered if this was what it was like to live with a lover. Washing together and talking nice, not having drugs around and having things tidy. Buying shower gel that they shared. It was so fun to think about.
"You really think so?" He thought his hair was just greasy and growing too much but silky was nice. That was a good thing, right? "You have really nice fingers. They're skilled."
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Besides, there was no way he would fuck someone like that without a condom and he didn't have any of those handy. However, fingering him and then also wrapping his free hand around his cock and jerking him off? All perfectly acceptable and he did enjoy feeling Bill writhe under his attentions.
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"Shit. If you keep going like that, I'm gonna come." Bill warned breathlessly, not wanting to come too early and ruin what they were doing but he had to say something. He hated being punished for coming when he wasn't supposed to.
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He really hoped he'd remembered the name right or that would be slightly embarrassing. He tightened his grip around Bill, angled his hand just right and then he held him up when he came, so he'd not just collapse in the shower in case his legs gave in from that.
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"You're good, you are." Bill smiled and looked behind look, looking at Barty with curiosity. "You do this a lot?"
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"I want to have dinner, so you can join me for that. I'll find you a robe." Might be a big long on him, sleeves and all, but whatever. Better than his dirty clothes.
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Some guys pulled both, some didn't and wanted to seem like they did and Bill knew not to make assumptions.
"I only like boys, me." Bill clarified just because, pulling on the rode and trying to do up the tie. "Even if boys are pretty shitty to me."
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Not really as if he was one to date much anyway. But then, he also didn't fancy paying for it on the regular. "What kind of boys do you like, Bill?"
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"I like older guys, they tend to be more mature and the like. And they know what they're doing. I don't have a clue so it's good to have someone to help you. And to love you too, I guess. I like guys that are... not total dicks." He had low standards and low bars but still, people tripped over them and still disappointed him.
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He wasn't about to make any assumptions. "That's butternut squash risotto. It's pretty filling, you'll like it." He handed Bill a plate and then indicated what chair he should sit in before he sat down himself. "For the record, most older guys aren't more mature. They're just more full of themselves."
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He took his plate and looked at it for a while, frowning. What was a butternut squash? The orange goo? He took his plate and set it down, waiting for Barty to sit before he picked up his fork. Barty cooked? That was so cool. "They're more mature than me, I reckon. And they know things about life. They usually have more cash than me too, so they can help me out a little. I'm not like after them for their money but it doesn't hurt, does it?"
Some security and safety was very appealing to someone like Bill for obvious reasons. "The last guy I dated had money, he was a business man. I think. He didn't tell me what his job was. He didn't really tell me things." Bill ate some of the risotto and then paused. "Woah, that is good."
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He wasn't really that hungry today anyway, he had actually had lunch when Tally insisted. That man was always hungry. That man would have also had a field day learning that Barty was having dinner with a whore, but it wasn't as if he intended to tell him. "I'm a lawyer."
Was that interesting for Bill to know? Maybe. "You can call me Barty." Might as well tell him. "How much does it cost? You, for a night."
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"For me? Uh, a night is usually dependent on what you want to do. If it's just fucking, it's £150 quid. If it's just foreplay and company, I can make it like £100 and if you want to get kinky, it's extra." Not just because it tended to be more taxing but because it could fuck up any other income he could get. "If you want to hurt me so bruising, cutting or any sort of marking then I also charge for that too. Especially if there's recovery time. I'm not against it though."
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"You like getting kinky then?" That was interesting. "Have you done a lot of it? Ever been tied up? Gagged? To begin with."
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"I get kinky, yeah." Bill ate more of his food and then swallowed, listening to Barty. He seemed interested. Were lawyers kinky? It sounded about right in his head. "I've been tied up. To the bed, with duct-tape and once to a radiator. I've been gagged too. It's fun." He smiled a little, not wanting to give too much away. "I think the kinkier clients are more fun."
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He got up and opened the fridge, looking into it. "I have some coke." Giacomo had left that behind last time he'd visited. "And I've got wine. I also have some whiskey, but I don't know if you've earned that yet."
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"We can have any fun you want, you know? I'm down. There's nothing I won't try." Bill offered out as he finished his food. He was determined to never back down, he treated his work almost like a fight and he wouldn't be intimidated. He'd win, in his own way. "Except if you wanna cut my dick off or something, then I'd say no."
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While he hadn't really known what he was in for here, he certainly hadn't expected Bill to be cute. He sat down again and took a sip from the glass he'd poured for himself, looking at Bill as he did so.
Then he leaned forward, arms folded on the table, eyes on Bill. "I'll pay you 500 tomorrow. And I get to do whatever I want, outside of maiming."
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He could keep like half of that for himself and have a hell of a weekend. He had to spend it fast, of course. If he didn't spend fast, he'd probably get robbed so it was usually drink and drugs.
Picking up his glass of wine, he took a sip... and then tried to hide his distaste. It always tasted so gross. "So when do you fancy starting?"
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"Do you like pain, Bill?" He wondered. He highly doubted that anyone had ever actually educated Bill on kink, so he'd have to test out those boundaries and kinks by himself. Seemed like a fun way to spend the night.
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"I reckon so, yeah." He didn't mind it, he usually expected it and he even enjoyed it when done right. He hurt himself sometimes, it felt quite nice. A little cut along the inside of his thigh, by his armpit, sometimes cuts between his toes, just to have that spark to keep him in the world and alive. To hurt was to feel and sometimes, with all the drugs, he was scared he'd lose his feelings. "It's grounding, innit?"
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Barty got up and gestured to Bill to get up as well. "Walk in front of me." He put a hand on Bill's shoulder as he led him to the living room, letting go of him when they were in the middle of the room. A lot of bookshelves along the walls, a black leather couch, dark wood table. He had a defined aesthetic, one that Giacomo considered depressing. Barty liked it, he'd always been a little bit goth.
"I'm going to make sure you experience a lot of feelings. You'll know you're alive when you're with me. Take the robe off."
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Bill dropped his robe and stood naked in front of Barty, clearly not bothered by it. He was pretty used to being naked at this point.
"So what do you want from me then?"
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He didn't consider that too much to ask. "I'll mark you in ways no one else can."
That was a promise.
He attacked Bill suddenly, forcing him down within moments. He got his arms behind his back and made him cross his wrists, trying to test how much fight was in him.
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Scared. Sad. Fear. Fuck. But still, 500. There was a lot a guy like him could do with 500. So he knew how to submit. How to make himself stop.
"You're fucking fast!"
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That turned out to be one of many true predictions that night. Barty knew how to leave an impression. He had Bill terrified and begging when he introduced him to breath play. He edged him for a good three hours while he tied him up more and more and then he fucked him while biting and sucking his neck, sure to leave marks.
He slept with him that night, because he got too tired to bother with any other arrangement. So he slept with Bill in his arms in his bed. When they woke up the next morning - closer to noon - they had breakfast, blowjobs and he paid him the money he'd promised, assuming he'd blow most of it on drugs.
That'd be it then. He got that out of his system. But maybe he'd see him again some time. Maybe they could spend more time together. What was the harm?
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Jim was seated at the table in the VIP area of the club, which was just a sad thing to do during daylight hours. He felt like making some of his security dance on the poles just to make it less drab. "Sit with me, my little bird."
He was kind of bird-like, so tiny. "Did you miss me?"
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Sitting down, he felt awkward in the VIP area. Jim had a really nice suit on, everyone did here, and he was in his old football shirt and battered trainers. He wasn't really VIP material.
"I got your money though." Bill held out an envelope that he put all of his cash into, smiling at him. "I didn't get much work this week but I got some good playing clients."
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Evidently. "Who's the one that just had to taste you?" He indicated his own neck. "Someone really liked it, didn't they? Looks like you went on a date with a blowfish."
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At the gesture to his neck, he raised his hand to cover it awkwardly. "Oh yeah, he was dead horny. A real weirdo." Bill laughed nervously and licked his lips. "I think he was something fancy. Like a lawyer. We fucked. I charged extra cause he was a kinky sort, right."
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He smiled happily. "A proud tradition in this country. Poufters created by the system."