Wow, this is really nice.

Justin tried not to stare too openly at the inside of the beautiful house. Wow. As he turned in a circle, he caught the john smirking at him.

"Not too bad, huh?"

Justin smiled. "I knew you were rich, but I had no idea..."

Amusement flashed across the john’s face. "Glad I can enlighten you, then. I am a very, very wealthy man."

Justin put his best seduction-grin on as he sauntered across the foyer to stand in front of the john. "Good, then you can afford to do whatever you want." He ran a finger up the john’s lapel, around his collar, and to the back of his neck. "Because, yeah, you can buy me, but I don’t come cheap." When the john smiled into Justin’s kiss, Justin knew he had a customer for life.

They disposed of the money talk on their way upstairs, with terms reached by the time the john flung open his bedroom door and pulled Justin in by his beltloops. They stumbled for a moment, off balance against each other, until they landed on the bed. Justin rolled on top and pressed his denim-encased crotch against the john’s dress pants. The john hissed to feel Justin’s erection pulsing there and ground himself up against it. They tore off their clothes hurriedly, and Justin gave silent thanks this one seemed to be a fucker, not a seducer. Buttons went flying from the john’s shirt, and his silk tie landed crumpled beside the bed. When they were finally naked together, the john sat up on the edge of the bed and Justin sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. As Justin rolled his hips their erections brushed again and again. The john shivered and sighed with each touch, until he couldn’t take it anymore and dug frantically in the bedside table for a condom.

Justin smiled sweetly as he rolled it down the john’s cock and coated it with the lube he was handed. He cocked an eyebrow and said, "Just like this?" The man nodded. Justin bent his knees, hooked his ankles over the john’s thighs for leverage, and lowered himself onto the wrapped cock. He eased down slowly, partially to protect his body, partially to prolong the john’s enjoyment. By the time he was fully seated, the john was shuddering and gasping. Better make it quick, bucko, Justin thought.

He resumed his rhythm, pressing himself down onto the john’s cock with every roll of his hips. He narrowed his concentration until he was tightly focused on the sensations his prostate was receiving. Some nights that was enough to get him off, but tonight he wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked himself in time with the cock sliding into his ass. The john hissed, short and harsh, so Justin leaned back to give him a show, hissing a little himself at the change in pressure inside him.

Justin slid his hand up, down, and around. The john bucked wildly underneath him, and right on cue Justin’s body responded to the signals it was trained to recognize. He blazed abruptly towards orgasm, straining to reach it at just the right moment. It hit him just as the john shivered into stillness, every muscle tensed with anticipation. Justin’s cock shot milky white fluid onto the john’s chest while his ass clenched around the john’s cock. The john went over the edge, head thrown back, mouth open in a silent howl.

One, two...breathe, Justin thought, then pressed himself up, using the john’s shoulders for leverage. He walked the quiveryness out of his muscles as he found a towel and a trash can in the bathroom. As he bent over to pick up the trash can, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He paused, stared, and took a moment to make sure he had just the right smile on his face before he returned.

"That was really nice," the john was saying when he came back to the bedroom. Justin smiled a little wider and wiped the john’s chest down with the towel while the john took care of business with the trash can.

"I’m glad you enjoyed it," he replied. "Do you think you’ll want to do it again sometime?" Might as well go for the repeat business.

"Oh, yes, definitely. How can I get hold of you to schedule something?"

‘Schedule’, huh? "I’ll give you my pager number. I have it on me day and night, twenty-four/seven."

The john smiled. "That’d be great." He yawned. "God, I’m beat."

Justin took the hint. "Yeah, me too. I’ll just get going, then." He pulled on his jeans, checked to make sure the money the john had given him was still in the pocket, and snagged his shirt off the floor. "So, I’ll...see you around."

The john nodded from where he was flopped back on the bed. "Yeah, I’ll page you. Soon," he added, with a leer at Justin’s naked torso.

"Cool. Bye, then."

Justin let himself out of the bedroom, out of the house, and out of the property gates. He stopped on the sidewalk outside the estate and raised his eyes to the sky. He inhaled deeply to clear the scent of privilege from his nose, then turned his face towards the lights of the city. It would be a long walk back to JC’s house. Next time he came out here he would have to arrange transportation for after.

*~*

An hour later he turned onto the street where he lived with JC and the other boys. Out of habit he looked up, and sure enough - there was Chris, hidden in the shadows on the balcony, only visible by the glowing tip of his cigarette. Justin sighed. He had told Chris that smoking only made his throat hurt more next time one of the johns’ cocks went too deep, but it didn’t seem to make any difference. Chris smoked morning, noon, and night, from the moment they woke up together until Justin made him put out the last one and go to sleep. But I guess I’d smoke too, if I did the things Chris does. He would have to remember to talk to JC. Some of the things Chris told him about...he could see why people had to pay someone to do them. Maybe if Justin went to JC, JC would stop pushing Chris to bring in the bucks, "no matter what."

Justin climbed the short staircase to the front door and rang the bell. He waited while the camera above his head whirred to focus on him, then smiled when Joey opened the door and stepped back.

"So how’s the golden boy?" Joey asked, a broad smile on his face.

"Doin’ good, same as always," Justin replied easily. "How’s my favorite muscle man?"

"Don’t know, you’ll have to ask Chris himself," Joey shot back. Justin laughed and slung an arm around Joey’s broad shoulders.

"Aw, now, you know you’re my favorite bodyguard, Joey," Justin said. "Don’t know what I’d do without you. Don’t know what Lance would do, either." Joey stiffened under his arm. Oops.

"Lance would be just fine," Joey spat. "He can take care of himself." His gaze slid up the stairs to the doors of JC’s office. "No matter what Chasez thinks, Lance can take care of himself just fine."

Justin nodded and backed away. "Okay, then. Um. I’m gonna...go check on Chris. Yeah. Good night, I guess."

Joey returned most of his attention to Justin. "Yeah, good night. Don’t let the bedbugs bite."

Justin laughed as he climbed the stairs. "Joey, you know JC would have our asses in a sling if he found out any of us had bedbugs. It’d be bad for business, yo." Joey’s laughter echoed after him as he turned the corner and walked to his bedroom.

He stripped off his clothes as he moved through the room, heading straight for the balcony. By the time he slid the heavy glass door open he was naked, and he relished the feeling of the hot, humid night air on his skin. He wrapped his body around Chris from behind and held him, warm and soft and strong, and smelling like cigarette smoke.

"C’mon," he whispered, "let’s take a shower and go to bed."

Chris turned in his arms. "Are you done for the night?"

"Yep. My last guy paid me enough to keep me set for tonight and tomorrow night. You?"

"Yeah. Chasez figured I’d had enough when he saw this." Chris turned his face to the streetlight, and Justin gasped at the bruise that discolored Chris’ cheek. "So, yeah, I’m off the hook for the rest of the night."

Justin feathered cautious fingertips over the ugly mark. "Are you okay?"

Chris snorted. "I guess. Didn’t really hurt too bad when it happened. It’ll probably sting like a bitch tomorrow, though."

Justin lowered his lips to the bruise and kissed it delicately. "I’m sorry, dude. Do you need me to do anything?"

"Just -" Chris paused, then forged on, " - just be there for me when I wake up, okay?"

Justin smiled. "That’s easy. You know I’ll be there anyway."

A bitter smile twisted Chris’ lips. "Yeah. Too bad you’ll have to leave so soon."

"Chris." Justin closed his eyes. He knows how this goes. "I have to make the dolla dolla bills, Chris. JC’ll kick me out if I give up the work." He opened his eyes, met Chris’ stare. "Besides, it’s fun. What other job is this fun?" He didn’t expect it to really work; it never had before.

Chris held his eyes a little longer, then dropped his gaze to the balcony floor. "Yeah, fun." He shook himself, raised his chin, and gave Justin a determined grin. "So, you said something about a shower, right?"

Justin smiled, glad to let the subject drop, and grabbed Chris’ hand. "Yeah. You, me, a long hot shower, then bed. Sound good?"

"Sounds very good."

"Good." Justin led Chris inside and closed the balcony door behind them. I definitely have to talk to JC tomorrow.