Hunter had arranged for the limo to be driven to wherever Jack was waiting. Probably on the side of a street somewhere since the rock star knew of the man's profession. Sliding further onto the seat, he was dressed in his leopard suit. He wasn't wearing a shirt under it nor any underwear either. Just his white heeled loafers to finish off the look.
As the limo got closer to Jack's position, Hunter opened the door as it slowed down. He noticed the jeering crowd and immediately got angry. The poor bloke didn't need a fucking mob around him. Getting out, Hunter stuck his middle finger up at the mob and wasn't afraid.
"Haven't you got anything else better to do with your tiny shitty lives? Fuck off and leave him alone."
He addressed the mob and then walked up to Jack, unphased. Offering the man a ride into the limo, Hunter allowed Jack to get in first away from weirdos and thugs. The world wasn't a nice place for a male prostitute. Getting inside the limo, he noticed the mob walking away slowly.
Jack completely tuned them out. The harsh words were easy to ignore. At least this group had kept their hands to themselves and he wasn't beaten or violated in anyway. They could scream until they were blue in the face.
Even so he smiles a little at Hunter's bold tirade at the group that was trying to harass him. "They're not worth your time."
He says as he's ushered into the limo, scooting across the seat so Hunter can get in with him.
"Yeah, I know, it's just not nice to be picked on because of what you do."
Hunter sat on the seat next to Jack as he closed the door as they began to drive towards the hotel. Pulling out some champagne on ice, he filled two glasses up, passing one to his guest. Offering the man a smile, Hunter pulled out his pack of cigarettes, also offering one to Jack if he wanted one. Lighting up, he sighed and sat back in the comfortable chair.
"Fucking gets on my nerves. But anyway---enough about them. What about you, love? I've booked a hotel for us tonight."
The singer's eyes ghosting over the outfight that Jack was wearing. It accentuated his long legs and Hunter found his eyes drifting over the other man's crotch.
Jack shrugged as he took the glass of champagne. "I barely notice it anymore."
He shakes off the cigarette having just smoked one. He sighs and smiles a little. "It'll be nice to spend a night reasonably safe."
Was that really all he had to say to a man he found attractive? Maybe. Jack had given up on having much more than reasonable safety and enough food. "What do you want to do, besides fuck me?"
He says trying to lighten the mood, especially his own. His jumpsuit is so tight that he doesn't need to be aroused to show off the fact his cock is big. It was one of the things that kept Jack in clients.
Pocketing his cigarettes, Hunter nodded. Jack must have a very thick skin if he was to repel disgusting and hurtful insults from low lives such as them. Being a rock star, Hunter realised he was living a very privileged life compared to Jack and he felt a pang of guilt that way.
"Yes, you'll be safe and the bed will be nice and soft. You don't need to worry about anyone hurting you, love."
Placing a hand up Jack's thigh, he squeezed softly moving to kiss the other man's cheek softly. He wanted to try and make the man feel safe and not have to worry about getting beaten up or abused. That wasn't how Hunter worked since he was a kind and caring man.
"Well, we could talk, drink and snort coke. I do like having my cock sucked too."
A playful smirk appeared on his lips as he sat back in his seat, taking a drag on his cigarette.
"I can't just let you leave with nothing, sweetie. This is your living and---I wouldn't want you to go to some fucker who might beat you and hurt you after me."
Even though it was Jack's life, Hunter didn't like the fact that some bastard might hurt Jack after he left the hotel the next morning. He slid a hand around Jack's waist as the limo slowed down as they neared the hotel. Sipping some champagne he smiled softly and kissed the other man's neck.
"You are? I can't wait to have those lips around my stiff cock. We can sit and enjoy ourselves first though. I've got coke and booze a plenty in the hotel room. We can order room service too if you'd like. You could do with a nice meal, you poor thing."
A playful finger came out to gently tap Jack's stomach.
"There will always been someone else and that worry." Jack speaks with resignation. A string of good clients didn't mean some violent ass wouldn't show up.
Jack giggled slightly at the kisses to his neck. They tickled a little. "I heard some of the boys around town say you have a nice one."
Word traveled around pretty quickly on the streets despite the city size. And more laughter when his belly is tapped. "Being slim gets me more cash and better clients. Don't go trying to put too much on me."
He's serious but also joking as he slides himself into Hunter's lap. "But I'm not going to turn down being treated like a rockstar for the night."
"Always someone else. That's enough to make a man jealous."
Holding Jack in his lap, Hunter raised an eyebrow at the fact people had talked about the size of his cock. It caused him to laugh softly because of course he'd been around town. Not as much as Jack but most rock stars slept with others and had orgies now and then. Hunter himself was bisexual but favoured men over women most of the time. Just to keep up appearances more than anything. Sliding both hands up Jack's legs, he pressed a kiss to the other man's jaw. He giggled softly.
"I'll treat you like a queen, bitch."
The night was young and both men would no doubt fuck all night after getting high and drunk together. The limo stopped and Hunter knew it was time to get out.
"Why are you getting jealous and have some plan to have me as some sort of kept backstage boy?" Jack is laughing the entire time.
He kissed back dangerously close to pressing their lips together but not quite. "I'm the Queen Bitch every night."
The words come haughty as he slide off his lap to open the door, one knee on the seat and the other on the floor as he leans to grab the door handle. It'll give Hunter a nice view of his ass before Jack steps out into the street.
"I might be. Would you like to be my backstage boy?"
A playful elbow to Jack's side and Hunter was now getting a very nice view of that tight behind clad in lycra. Fuck, it was hot. It was almost in grabbing reach before Jack stepped out of the limo as Hunter followed. The hotel was quite classy and one that rock stars often used. No need to hunker down in a low grade hotel when you were rich and famous.
Stepping out onto the street himself, Hunter slipped an arm around Jack's waist, not giving any fucks who saw. This was his life and if he wanted to get overfriendly with another man in the street then so what. As they both stepped inside the hotel, Hunter checked in with the receptionist who offered a shy smile towards Hunter, obviously checking him out whilst giving him his key. A lot of women and men found the Swedish rock star hot.
"Shall we?"
Walking towards the elevator, Hunter pecked Jack on the cheek swiftly.
"What does that job entail?" He asks playful but also intrigued.
Jack looks up at the hotel once he's out of the limo and laughs when Hunter comes up beside him. "I guess I'm a high class hooker tonight."
He has no shame about his profession and he is certainly joking about it at this point. Jack has no shyness about his likes either and leans into Hunter as they walk with the shorter rocker's arm around his waist. He notices the woman behind the counter and smiles broadly at her.
"Of course." However as they approach the elevators Jack stops and shakes his head. "I don't like elevators."
He had a horrible aversion to them because of his past, though he might have to bite the bullet and get in one in a hotel this big. "What floor are we going to?"
He tapped Jack's nose playfully because even he didn't know what a backstage boy was in truth. Not regarding Jack's position anyway. It would be more like having liaisons with the other man, hooking up for semi-public sex probably amongst other things. As soon as Jack stops in front of the elevator, Hunter looked to his guest, slightly concerned. So, he didn't like elevators. Not everyone did.
"Afraid of heights, love? I don't blame you. Here, I've got another idea."
Giggling softly, Hunter grabbed Jack and pulled him close, whilst lifting his long legs up with his strong arms. Now the red head was in the singer's arms, being carried up the stairs. It was the fifth floor but Hunter was very fit being a singer and guitarist, spending hours sweating it out on stage. He had muscles and liked to use them.
"I'm not agreeing until I know what I am getting myself into." He nuzzled into the shoulder of that soft jacket as they walked. To hell with the people looking.
Though he did wonder what it would be like to live this way for more than a night or a few hours. It was a dream for someone more or less on the streets like Jack was.
"Bad memories." He tells the man taking his company for the night. He doesn't have time to protest and squeals with laughter as he's hefted right off his feet. "I can walk myself, you know?"
He's not protesting though and wraps his arms around Hunter's neck while pressing kisses to the small sliver of his shoulder showing at the collar of the jacket.
"We can talk about it once we get to the room if you like."
Hunter didn't mind carrying Jack because he'd often carried lovers like this up flights of stairs to show off and to offer some amusement to everyone else in the group. Groupies and male lovers alike. The little kisses to his shoulder got him gasping a little, as the blond reached the final floor not out of breath but just panting slightly, moving to kiss Jack's neck softly.
"Why walk when you can be carried like a queen? I did say you'd be treated as one."
A quick wink and the Swede was gently putting Jack down, mindful of his long legs. The man's legs were beautiful and Hunter couldn't help but stare a little at the tight fabric covering them. His hands were soon at the doorknob sliding the key in and unlocking the door to their rather lavish suite. An emperor sized bed was in the middle of the room whilst in the corner was a well-stocked mini bar and there were nice large windows to look out to the city sky and streets below. The bathroom was also spacious with a shower and basin.
"Help yourself to a drink, love. I'm just going to get changed into a robe."
"So, you could watch my legs and ass walking up them behind me?" Jack teased as he's set down on his feet outside the door.
He followed in and gave Hunter a curious look over the comment about the robe, but it wasn't out of the ordinary behavior for someone who had bought his company. He heads to the bar and makes himself a whiskey sour and then goes over to the windows to look out on the city. It's dusk and rather beautiful up here.
"If I wanted to get a shower, do you have something I could put on after?" If he was going to be in some place like this, a nice long hot shower was on the agenda.
"It might be something to do with those fucking hot legs of yours."
Hunter smirked as he then disappeared into the bathroom to get changed out of his leopard skin suit to get changed into another leopard skin robe. He wore nothing underneath it as he tied the belt up at the waist. The man liked his leopard spots, can you tell? Making sure his make-up was still presentable, he touched up his eye-liner and eye-shadow a bit in the mirror whilst applying some cologne to his neck and wrists. One of his favourite brands was Dior: Poison. Hopefully, Jack would appreciate a man wearing slightly feminine scent with a dash of masculinity.
Walking back out into the bedroom wearing his robe Hunter spotted that Jack had a drink in his hand. Good. Time for the singer to make himself one as he sauntered over towards the bar making himself up a large scotch.
"Nice view from where I'm standing. Oh a robe? Yeah, there are a few to choose from inside the bathroom hanging up behind the door."
Jack couldn't help but flirt. The man was pretty and, thus far, very kind. Jack noticed the scent when the door from the bath opened and he turned to look at the robe. It was interesting but then Jack preferred reds and loud patterns so everyone had their interests.
"Yeah? My ass or the city?" He asked with sass before taking a long drink. "Would you mind?"
He looked between Hunter and the bath. It would feel nice to get the street grime off.
"I can't wait. All of it, sweetie. But first go and have a nice soak in the shower."
He brushed up towards Jack wrapping both arms around the taller man, nuzzling into his neck for a few moments, offering his guest a nice inhale of the scent he was sporting. A slight hump of crotch against ass and then Hunter was freeing Jack of his arms whilst moving towards the bed to lounge on it. Drink in hand he looked very much the rock star he was. Legs slightly open revealing a flash of flaccid cock and dark thigh hair running up the inside of his legs.
"Don't be long, handsome. Unless, you'd like for me to join you."
Jack smiled when Hunter came up behind him, running his hands over the back of his lover's before shoving them down to brush over his crotch and inner thighs. Then he was gone, moving away.
Jack watched him while kicking off his high heels by the windows. It was a nice view while Jack gracefully reached behind his back to unzip the jumpsuit.
"I'll take as long as I want." Jack tells him while he turns to saunter toward the bathroom, peeling the upper part of the jumpsuit off. "Queen Bitch, I do what I want."
He glances at Hunter over his shoulder and just drops the jumpsuit in the door way before walking into the bath. It certainly gave Hunter a tantalizing flash of bare ass before Jack closed the door. He doesn't wait to start turning on the shower and pulling off his patch to enjoy the water.
Hunter laughed at that whilst sipping his drink. He watched the show of Jack unzipping that tight jumpsuit and felt a slight tickling feeling at his crotch. Was watching the other man stripping getting him hard? Fuck yes. Those legs. Never mind god given ass---Jack's legs were fucking heavenly.
Then, the red head was walking into the bathroom to take his well-earned shower. Hunter sighed and licked his lips. He couldn't just sit on the bed and wait. Fuck no. Getting up he put his drink down and moved towards the bathroom door, hearing the tell tale sign of running water. The shower jets were on and Jack was inside the cubicle. Sneaking the door open softly, Hunter peeked in just watching.
"You are fucking hot naked."
He moved his whole body into the bathroom and went to shrug his robe off his shoulders in a quick belt pull accompanied with a shrug of his shoulders. Then, he was naked stepping into join his room mate. A hand sliding up Jack's cooler skin to touch his back.
Jack had just managed to get his hair washed and make up off when he heard the creaking door. Casting his eyes toward the peeping Tom at the door. Turning to face him he smiles, the shock of red hair immediately revealing this is no dye job. Without his patch on the redness in the bad eye is obvious as is the swelling around it. He doesn't even think about it in the moment.
"You like what you see?" Jack smirked and stretched with his arms overhead under the water flow. It felt good but it was also a tease to the man outside. He leans into the touch chuckling.
"You couldn't wait?" Jack accuses as he turns to run his hand up Hunter's chest. He was good looking, even more so naked. Jack has quite a few scars; cuts and some burn marks. Right now he's also sporting a fading bruise on the front of his ribs, green and ugly from getting shoved down and kicked. Slightly newer bruises on his one thigh up near the hip bone and clearly a hand print from the shape. Jack doesn't mention them. They are just part of his existence now.
"I'm glad to see they weren't lying about what I'd find under all that leopard print.
The hair had come as a bit of a shock because Hunter noticed that the water wasn't running any dye off at all. Jack was a natural red head, fancy that. It made the singer smile as he pressed a kiss to his lover's neck and then stepped back a little to admire the lithe beauty of Jack's body.
But the bruises and marks on his skin had Hunter gasping and holding a hand up to his mouth in shock almost. Oh god. The bastards had hurt him. Bruises and a fucking and mark against his hip bone. The other places too.
"I'm so sorry, love. Look what those fucking bastards have done to you---"
Without another word, the blond was pulling Jack in for a hug, not crushing but one that was long and meaningful. Hunter nuzzling into the crook of Jack's neck, sighing and wishing he could magic away the hurt and pain the man had endured. To cleanse his battered body from those ugly marks. How could anyone do this? Jack was a fucking human being! Breaking off, the Swede looked up at Jack with his large puppy-dog brown eyes and almost sniffed. It was sad and it hurt Hunter.
"You don't deserve to be treated like this, Jack. Surely, there is another way. If I find whoever did this to you I'll rip their balls off and shove them down their throats."
He moved to pepper kisses down Jack's right arm, just enjoying the soft patter of water against their bodies.
Jack is almost confused at the reaction until he follows Hunter's gaze down his body. Jack touches the bruise on his hip gingerly. It still hurt a little when he walked. "It's part of the life. It happens to all of us sometimes."
It was just the truth of being a prostitute, especially a male one and effeminate too. Jack doesn't know what to do with the hug but slowly returns it, wrapping his long arms around Hunter's waist. Not many reacted this way. Most assumed that they should have them or just ignored it. He's not sure how to address the obvious emotional state because he has stopped caring.
His hand touched his ribs and he frowned. "They were the better choice. The guys that come around some times try to grab the street kids, especially the young girls."
He finally looks up from his body to Hunter's expression. "They beat me because I wouldn't let them take one of the kids that hideout down where I work."
His hips, that had been from a john, and maybe shouldn't have happened but Jack knew stepping in for the kid might get him killed. It didn't thankfully, but it could have.
"Don't worry about it." He tells Hunter as he runs his fingers through the wet blond hair.
"It shouldn't have to be this way for you and your work mates. Those bastards---they should be in fucking prison for abuse."
Hunter had a vague idea of how hard it must be to live on the streets as a prostitute but for Jack this was his life. His very existence. The rock star's life was one of fame and fortune and relative comfort. Living like a king. Poor Jack had to scrape a living by selling his body and often having it abused nightly. The poor guy. The singer pressed kisses along his lover's collarbone as he felt rising anger as Jack spoke about the kids.
"Kids? Those fuckers take kids?! Jesus, Jack. I---had no idea. Oh god did I....."
The tragic story of the underworld and the black market. Kids sold off for work slaves or worse. It really tugged at the singer's heartstrings and he didn't know what else to say or do. Not that he could do much since this was way out of his hands. He just wanted to be with Jack and love the man since he needed something to take the pain away.
"I want to look after you and take your pain away. You deserve this. I don't know what else I can do to help you but----I want to help."
Hunter began nibbling softly along his lover's shoulder; his hands sliding up Jack's back, caressing softly.
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As the limo got closer to Jack's position, Hunter opened the door as it slowed down. He noticed the jeering crowd and immediately got angry. The poor bloke didn't need a fucking mob around him. Getting out, Hunter stuck his middle finger up at the mob and wasn't afraid.
"Haven't you got anything else better to do with your tiny shitty lives? Fuck off and leave him alone."
He addressed the mob and then walked up to Jack, unphased. Offering the man a ride into the limo, Hunter allowed Jack to get in first away from weirdos and thugs. The world wasn't a nice place for a male prostitute. Getting inside the limo, he noticed the mob walking away slowly.
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Even so he smiles a little at Hunter's bold tirade at the group that was trying to harass him. "They're not worth your time."
He says as he's ushered into the limo, scooting across the seat so Hunter can get in with him.
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Hunter sat on the seat next to Jack as he closed the door as they began to drive towards the hotel. Pulling out some champagne on ice, he filled two glasses up, passing one to his guest. Offering the man a smile, Hunter pulled out his pack of cigarettes, also offering one to Jack if he wanted one. Lighting up, he sighed and sat back in the comfortable chair.
"Fucking gets on my nerves. But anyway---enough about them. What about you, love? I've booked a hotel for us tonight."
The singer's eyes ghosting over the outfight that Jack was wearing. It accentuated his long legs and Hunter found his eyes drifting over the other man's crotch.
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He shakes off the cigarette having just smoked one. He sighs and smiles a little. "It'll be nice to spend a night reasonably safe."
Was that really all he had to say to a man he found attractive? Maybe. Jack had given up on having much more than reasonable safety and enough food. "What do you want to do, besides fuck me?"
He says trying to lighten the mood, especially his own. His jumpsuit is so tight that he doesn't need to be aroused to show off the fact his cock is big. It was one of the things that kept Jack in clients.
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"Yes, you'll be safe and the bed will be nice and soft. You don't need to worry about anyone hurting you, love."
Placing a hand up Jack's thigh, he squeezed softly moving to kiss the other man's cheek softly. He wanted to try and make the man feel safe and not have to worry about getting beaten up or abused. That wasn't how Hunter worked since he was a kind and caring man.
"Well, we could talk, drink and snort coke. I do like having my cock sucked too."
A playful smirk appeared on his lips as he sat back in his seat, taking a drag on his cigarette.
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He leaned into the cheek kiss, warming up to Hunter quickly. "You're in luck then. They say I'm the best cocksucker in the city."
Teasing and flirting pushed away all the darkness easily and he slid up closer to Hunter.
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Even though it was Jack's life, Hunter didn't like the fact that some bastard might hurt Jack after he left the hotel the next morning. He slid a hand around Jack's waist as the limo slowed down as they neared the hotel. Sipping some champagne he smiled softly and kissed the other man's neck.
"You are? I can't wait to have those lips around my stiff cock. We can sit and enjoy ourselves first though. I've got coke and booze a plenty in the hotel room. We can order room service too if you'd like. You could do with a nice meal, you poor thing."
A playful finger came out to gently tap Jack's stomach.
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Jack giggled slightly at the kisses to his neck. They tickled a little. "I heard some of the boys around town say you have a nice one."
Word traveled around pretty quickly on the streets despite the city size. And more laughter when his belly is tapped. "Being slim gets me more cash and better clients. Don't go trying to put too much on me."
He's serious but also joking as he slides himself into Hunter's lap. "But I'm not going to turn down being treated like a rockstar for the night."
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Holding Jack in his lap, Hunter raised an eyebrow at the fact people had talked about the size of his cock. It caused him to laugh softly because of course he'd been around town. Not as much as Jack but most rock stars slept with others and had orgies now and then. Hunter himself was bisexual but favoured men over women most of the time. Just to keep up appearances more than anything. Sliding both hands up Jack's legs, he pressed a kiss to the other man's jaw. He giggled softly.
"I'll treat you like a queen, bitch."
The night was young and both men would no doubt fuck all night after getting high and drunk together. The limo stopped and Hunter knew it was time to get out.
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He kissed back dangerously close to pressing their lips together but not quite. "I'm the Queen Bitch every night."
The words come haughty as he slide off his lap to open the door, one knee on the seat and the other on the floor as he leans to grab the door handle. It'll give Hunter a nice view of his ass before Jack steps out into the street.
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A playful elbow to Jack's side and Hunter was now getting a very nice view of that tight behind clad in lycra. Fuck, it was hot. It was almost in grabbing reach before Jack stepped out of the limo as Hunter followed. The hotel was quite classy and one that rock stars often used. No need to hunker down in a low grade hotel when you were rich and famous.
Stepping out onto the street himself, Hunter slipped an arm around Jack's waist, not giving any fucks who saw. This was his life and if he wanted to get overfriendly with another man in the street then so what. As they both stepped inside the hotel, Hunter checked in with the receptionist who offered a shy smile towards Hunter, obviously checking him out whilst giving him his key. A lot of women and men found the Swedish rock star hot.
"Shall we?"
Walking towards the elevator, Hunter pecked Jack on the cheek swiftly.
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Jack looks up at the hotel once he's out of the limo and laughs when Hunter comes up beside him. "I guess I'm a high class hooker tonight."
He has no shame about his profession and he is certainly joking about it at this point. Jack has no shyness about his likes either and leans into Hunter as they walk with the shorter rocker's arm around his waist. He notices the woman behind the counter and smiles broadly at her.
"Of course." However as they approach the elevators Jack stops and shakes his head. "I don't like elevators."
He had a horrible aversion to them because of his past, though he might have to bite the bullet and get in one in a hotel this big. "What floor are we going to?"
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He tapped Jack's nose playfully because even he didn't know what a backstage boy was in truth. Not regarding Jack's position anyway. It would be more like having liaisons with the other man, hooking up for semi-public sex probably amongst other things. As soon as Jack stops in front of the elevator, Hunter looked to his guest, slightly concerned. So, he didn't like elevators. Not everyone did.
"Afraid of heights, love? I don't blame you. Here, I've got another idea."
Giggling softly, Hunter grabbed Jack and pulled him close, whilst lifting his long legs up with his strong arms. Now the red head was in the singer's arms, being carried up the stairs. It was the fifth floor but Hunter was very fit being a singer and guitarist, spending hours sweating it out on stage. He had muscles and liked to use them.
"I'll carry you."
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Though he did wonder what it would be like to live this way for more than a night or a few hours. It was a dream for someone more or less on the streets like Jack was.
"Bad memories." He tells the man taking his company for the night. He doesn't have time to protest and squeals with laughter as he's hefted right off his feet. "I can walk myself, you know?"
He's not protesting though and wraps his arms around Hunter's neck while pressing kisses to the small sliver of his shoulder showing at the collar of the jacket.
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Hunter didn't mind carrying Jack because he'd often carried lovers like this up flights of stairs to show off and to offer some amusement to everyone else in the group. Groupies and male lovers alike. The little kisses to his shoulder got him gasping a little, as the blond reached the final floor not out of breath but just panting slightly, moving to kiss Jack's neck softly.
"Why walk when you can be carried like a queen? I did say you'd be treated as one."
A quick wink and the Swede was gently putting Jack down, mindful of his long legs. The man's legs were beautiful and Hunter couldn't help but stare a little at the tight fabric covering them. His hands were soon at the doorknob sliding the key in and unlocking the door to their rather lavish suite. An emperor sized bed was in the middle of the room whilst in the corner was a well-stocked mini bar and there were nice large windows to look out to the city sky and streets below. The bathroom was also spacious with a shower and basin.
"Help yourself to a drink, love. I'm just going to get changed into a robe."
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He followed in and gave Hunter a curious look over the comment about the robe, but it wasn't out of the ordinary behavior for someone who had bought his company. He heads to the bar and makes himself a whiskey sour and then goes over to the windows to look out on the city. It's dusk and rather beautiful up here.
"If I wanted to get a shower, do you have something I could put on after?" If he was going to be in some place like this, a nice long hot shower was on the agenda.
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Hunter smirked as he then disappeared into the bathroom to get changed out of his leopard skin suit to get changed into another leopard skin robe. He wore nothing underneath it as he tied the belt up at the waist. The man liked his leopard spots, can you tell? Making sure his make-up was still presentable, he touched up his eye-liner and eye-shadow a bit in the mirror whilst applying some cologne to his neck and wrists. One of his favourite brands was Dior: Poison. Hopefully, Jack would appreciate a man wearing slightly feminine scent with a dash of masculinity.
Walking back out into the bedroom wearing his robe Hunter spotted that Jack had a drink in his hand. Good. Time for the singer to make himself one as he sauntered over towards the bar making himself up a large scotch.
"Nice view from where I'm standing. Oh a robe? Yeah, there are a few to choose from inside the bathroom hanging up behind the door."
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Jack couldn't help but flirt. The man was pretty and, thus far, very kind. Jack noticed the scent when the door from the bath opened and he turned to look at the robe. It was interesting but then Jack preferred reds and loud patterns so everyone had their interests.
"Yeah? My ass or the city?" He asked with sass before taking a long drink. "Would you mind?"
He looked between Hunter and the bath. It would feel nice to get the street grime off.
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He brushed up towards Jack wrapping both arms around the taller man, nuzzling into his neck for a few moments, offering his guest a nice inhale of the scent he was sporting. A slight hump of crotch against ass and then Hunter was freeing Jack of his arms whilst moving towards the bed to lounge on it. Drink in hand he looked very much the rock star he was. Legs slightly open revealing a flash of flaccid cock and dark thigh hair running up the inside of his legs.
"Don't be long, handsome. Unless, you'd like for me to join you."
Hunter sipped his drink and wiggled his eyebrows.
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Jack watched him while kicking off his high heels by the windows. It was a nice view while Jack gracefully reached behind his back to unzip the jumpsuit.
"I'll take as long as I want." Jack tells him while he turns to saunter toward the bathroom, peeling the upper part of the jumpsuit off. "Queen Bitch, I do what I want."
He glances at Hunter over his shoulder and just drops the jumpsuit in the door way before walking into the bath. It certainly gave Hunter a tantalizing flash of bare ass before Jack closed the door. He doesn't wait to start turning on the shower and pulling off his patch to enjoy the water.
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Hunter laughed at that whilst sipping his drink. He watched the show of Jack unzipping that tight jumpsuit and felt a slight tickling feeling at his crotch. Was watching the other man stripping getting him hard? Fuck yes. Those legs. Never mind god given ass---Jack's legs were fucking heavenly.
Then, the red head was walking into the bathroom to take his well-earned shower. Hunter sighed and licked his lips. He couldn't just sit on the bed and wait. Fuck no. Getting up he put his drink down and moved towards the bathroom door, hearing the tell tale sign of running water. The shower jets were on and Jack was inside the cubicle. Sneaking the door open softly, Hunter peeked in just watching.
"You are fucking hot naked."
He moved his whole body into the bathroom and went to shrug his robe off his shoulders in a quick belt pull accompanied with a shrug of his shoulders. Then, he was naked stepping into join his room mate. A hand sliding up Jack's cooler skin to touch his back.
"Hello, sexy."
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"You like what you see?" Jack smirked and stretched with his arms overhead under the water flow. It felt good but it was also a tease to the man outside. He leans into the touch chuckling.
"You couldn't wait?" Jack accuses as he turns to run his hand up Hunter's chest. He was good looking, even more so naked. Jack has quite a few scars; cuts and some burn marks. Right now he's also sporting a fading bruise on the front of his ribs, green and ugly from getting shoved down and kicked. Slightly newer bruises on his one thigh up near the hip bone and clearly a hand print from the shape. Jack doesn't mention them. They are just part of his existence now.
"I'm glad to see they weren't lying about what I'd find under all that leopard print.
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But the bruises and marks on his skin had Hunter gasping and holding a hand up to his mouth in shock almost. Oh god. The bastards had hurt him. Bruises and a fucking and mark against his hip bone. The other places too.
"I'm so sorry, love. Look what those fucking bastards have done to you---"
Without another word, the blond was pulling Jack in for a hug, not crushing but one that was long and meaningful. Hunter nuzzling into the crook of Jack's neck, sighing and wishing he could magic away the hurt and pain the man had endured. To cleanse his battered body from those ugly marks. How could anyone do this? Jack was a fucking human being! Breaking off, the Swede looked up at Jack with his large puppy-dog brown eyes and almost sniffed. It was sad and it hurt Hunter.
"You don't deserve to be treated like this, Jack. Surely, there is another way. If I find whoever did this to you I'll rip their balls off and shove them down their throats."
He moved to pepper kisses down Jack's right arm, just enjoying the soft patter of water against their bodies.
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It was just the truth of being a prostitute, especially a male one and effeminate too. Jack doesn't know what to do with the hug but slowly returns it, wrapping his long arms around Hunter's waist. Not many reacted this way. Most assumed that they should have them or just ignored it. He's not sure how to address the obvious emotional state because he has stopped caring.
His hand touched his ribs and he frowned. "They were the better choice. The guys that come around some times try to grab the street kids, especially the young girls."
He finally looks up from his body to Hunter's expression. "They beat me because I wouldn't let them take one of the kids that hideout down where I work."
His hips, that had been from a john, and maybe shouldn't have happened but Jack knew stepping in for the kid might get him killed. It didn't thankfully, but it could have.
"Don't worry about it." He tells Hunter as he runs his fingers through the wet blond hair.
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Hunter had a vague idea of how hard it must be to live on the streets as a prostitute but for Jack this was his life. His very existence. The rock star's life was one of fame and fortune and relative comfort. Living like a king. Poor Jack had to scrape a living by selling his body and often having it abused nightly. The poor guy. The singer pressed kisses along his lover's collarbone as he felt rising anger as Jack spoke about the kids.
"Kids? Those fuckers take kids?! Jesus, Jack. I---had no idea. Oh god did I....."
The tragic story of the underworld and the black market. Kids sold off for work slaves or worse. It really tugged at the singer's heartstrings and he didn't know what else to say or do. Not that he could do much since this was way out of his hands. He just wanted to be with Jack and love the man since he needed something to take the pain away.
"I want to look after you and take your pain away. You deserve this. I don't know what else I can do to help you but----I want to help."
Hunter began nibbling softly along his lover's shoulder; his hands sliding up Jack's back, caressing softly.
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