"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.
"I'm the one doing what's illegal." Jack points out with a long sigh. That was the truth of the situation and how the police usually came at the situation too. The prostitute more likely to go to jail that their abuser.
He didn't know what else to do as the singer went through bouts of shock and anger. He just wrapped his arms around him and held him. He pressed a kiss to his wet hair and shrugged. "They can get a lot of money selling a virgin's first time. It's how a lot of us end up working the streets to start with. We get thrown out or run away."
There was no sense in hiding the truth from the singer. It probably was for the best. It wouldn't be unheard of for Hunter to come looking some day and find out from the others that Jack had been knifed or killed in the streets.
Jack pulled away and stroked the singers shoulders. "You can be here tonight. This is the life I have to live. Not everyone's at the top."
Jack just accepted his life after so long in it. His eye was a casualty of things too, damaged from a beating but the patch gave him some ability to terrorize some of the rougher clients.
"I know---sorry, I just, I suppose I'm not used to your cruel, harsh world, Jack. I like you, I really do and well, I want to be with you."
Hunter knew what he was getting himself into when hooking up with Jack back at the dive bar. All his rock star friends had warned him that getting in bed with a prostitute wasn't the best idea. Hunter, being himself, had ignored them and followed his heart but not his head. Fuck them. He wanted Jack and now? He was delving into a world he knew nothing about and it wasn't pretty. It was gritty and horrific but real. Very real. Jack's world.
"Not everyone can be at the top....I know. My life compared to yours? I feel guilty for what you have to go through everyday. You poor love."
Nuzzling his lips against Jack's chest, Hunter kissed the wet skin there and slowly looked up at the handsome red head. How could anyone harm such a beautiful man? The singer gently wrapped his arms around Jack and began massaging his buttocks slowly. Even if they shared this night alone together, Hunter wanted to try and ease Jack's pain away.
"Do you want to wash more or shall we go back to the bedroom?"
He wanted to give Jack the choice. If the red head wanted to wash more then he would let him but Hunter didn't want to let go. Not now. He wanted to be close to Jack, feeling his heartbeat against his own and pressing his lips to his skin.
"I'm not used to anyone caring that it's harsh." That was honest and why he was confused. "Most people think we can do something to get out if we just wanted to or tried harder."
Jack leaned into Hunter and the close, gentle contact. It leaves him with another heavy sigh and a shrug. "It started when I was a kid. No one wants a son in feminine clothes embarrassing them."
He didn't know why he felt like telling Hunter all of this, he just did. It felt good and it felt safe. Two things he rarely had. "My family threw me on the streets before I finished school."
Then he was trying to put it out of his mind and focus on the lips and hands on his body. Looking down at the shorter blond he laughs a little. "I know you want to go to bed and get your hands on my legs. I saw you staring all last night."
Hunter had no other words for Jack's plight so instead closed his eyes as he leant his forehead against Jack's wet chest and sighed. It was so fucking wrong that he had to experience all this shit in Hunter's eyes. The cruelty of social norms. He knew all about those.
"I can partially relate to that since my parents didn't want me in a rock band. They thought all my friends were gay and think I'm gay too, even if I am. They just don't like it that I dress strangely in their eyes and go out to queer bars. I said fuck it and just did what I wanted to do since I can sing and play guitar. If I wear make-up and wear women's perfume then so fucking what? It's my life."
His hands drifted lower to stroke along Jack's long, pale thighs, just gently. Not going anywhere near Jack's crotch yet. He wanted to touch that last.
"Imagine if they saw you now.. in a hotel being gay with a prostitute." Jack says trying to turn things a little more light hearted and back to something less gut wrenching.
He rubs his hand over Hunter's torso and smiles. "My parents would hate me more now knowing I like men and look like a woman." He laughs it off though.
"Mmm... " Jack takes a much more relaxed breath. "If I lay down you can touch more of my legs."
"I don't care what they think. If I like cock and ass then it's my fucking business."
Hunter giggled a little as he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with one of the fresh towels on the rack. If Jack wanted to slip into one of the many robes then he could. Once Hunter had dried himself, he slipped back into his leopard print robe, not bothering to tie the waist this time.
Walking up to Jack he pressed a kiss to the other man's cheek and then sauntered back into the bedroom. Rummaging around in his bag, he pulled out a block of coke and began cutting some lines out for both of them to take if Jack wanted.
"I've got some coke out here. We can enjoy getting high before doing anything if you want, love."
"It's my business tonight." Jack joked and patted Hunter's ass as he stepped out.
Jack did spend some time in the shower to finish up cleaning. The shower was divine. He did eventually come out and dry off throwing on whatever thinner fabric, silky robe there might be.
"I'd love a line of two." Jack mentions as he walks over, placing a kiss just behind Hunter's ear.
The pat on the ass got Hunter grinning as he began cutting the block up into a couple of lines. Enough so that both men could have at least one or two since the rock star wasn't stingy with his coke supply. He arranged the lines neatly on the table and then offered Jack a sultry glance. That kiss behind his ear got the singer to shiver with pleasure slightly because it tickled.
"I have plenty of coke so help yourself. Tell me, Jack. What do you like in bed?"
It was a question Hunter had wanted to ask Jack ever since he met him back at the bar. Being a man of the night, the singer guessed that he was skilled in most sexual arts. Hunter himself being quite experienced with other men.
Jack didn't hesitate at the offer and took too lines with little pause between. The question though had him pausing to stare curiously at the rockstar. Then he shrugged almost disinterested.
"I'm not picky." Jack tells him. "I'm in a job that acclimated you to almost everything."
Jack did have some limits but he rarely had any reason to think about what he liked. He just learned to like, or at least appear as if he liked, anything a client asked for the the point that the question almost didn't make sense.
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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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He didn't know what else to do as the singer went through bouts of shock and anger. He just wrapped his arms around him and held him. He pressed a kiss to his wet hair and shrugged. "They can get a lot of money selling a virgin's first time. It's how a lot of us end up working the streets to start with. We get thrown out or run away."
There was no sense in hiding the truth from the singer. It probably was for the best. It wouldn't be unheard of for Hunter to come looking some day and find out from the others that Jack had been knifed or killed in the streets.
Jack pulled away and stroked the singers shoulders. "You can be here tonight. This is the life I have to live. Not everyone's at the top."
Jack just accepted his life after so long in it. His eye was a casualty of things too, damaged from a beating but the patch gave him some ability to terrorize some of the rougher clients.
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Hunter knew what he was getting himself into when hooking up with Jack back at the dive bar. All his rock star friends had warned him that getting in bed with a prostitute wasn't the best idea. Hunter, being himself, had ignored them and followed his heart but not his head. Fuck them. He wanted Jack and now? He was delving into a world he knew nothing about and it wasn't pretty. It was gritty and horrific but real. Very real. Jack's world.
"Not everyone can be at the top....I know. My life compared to yours? I feel guilty for what you have to go through everyday. You poor love."
Nuzzling his lips against Jack's chest, Hunter kissed the wet skin there and slowly looked up at the handsome red head. How could anyone harm such a beautiful man? The singer gently wrapped his arms around Jack and began massaging his buttocks slowly. Even if they shared this night alone together, Hunter wanted to try and ease Jack's pain away.
"Do you want to wash more or shall we go back to the bedroom?"
He wanted to give Jack the choice. If the red head wanted to wash more then he would let him but Hunter didn't want to let go. Not now. He wanted to be close to Jack, feeling his heartbeat against his own and pressing his lips to his skin.
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Jack leaned into Hunter and the close, gentle contact. It leaves him with another heavy sigh and a shrug. "It started when I was a kid. No one wants a son in feminine clothes embarrassing them."
He didn't know why he felt like telling Hunter all of this, he just did. It felt good and it felt safe. Two things he rarely had. "My family threw me on the streets before I finished school."
Then he was trying to put it out of his mind and focus on the lips and hands on his body. Looking down at the shorter blond he laughs a little. "I know you want to go to bed and get your hands on my legs. I saw you staring all last night."
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Hunter had no other words for Jack's plight so instead closed his eyes as he leant his forehead against Jack's wet chest and sighed. It was so fucking wrong that he had to experience all this shit in Hunter's eyes. The cruelty of social norms. He knew all about those.
"I can partially relate to that since my parents didn't want me in a rock band. They thought all my friends were gay and think I'm gay too, even if I am. They just don't like it that I dress strangely in their eyes and go out to queer bars. I said fuck it and just did what I wanted to do since I can sing and play guitar. If I wear make-up and wear women's perfume then so fucking what? It's my life."
His hands drifted lower to stroke along Jack's long, pale thighs, just gently. Not going anywhere near Jack's crotch yet. He wanted to touch that last.
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He rubs his hand over Hunter's torso and smiles. "My parents would hate me more now knowing I like men and look like a woman." He laughs it off though.
"Mmm... " Jack takes a much more relaxed breath. "If I lay down you can touch more of my legs."
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Hunter giggled a little as he stepped out of the shower and dried himself off with one of the fresh towels on the rack. If Jack wanted to slip into one of the many robes then he could. Once Hunter had dried himself, he slipped back into his leopard print robe, not bothering to tie the waist this time.
Walking up to Jack he pressed a kiss to the other man's cheek and then sauntered back into the bedroom. Rummaging around in his bag, he pulled out a block of coke and began cutting some lines out for both of them to take if Jack wanted.
"I've got some coke out here. We can enjoy getting high before doing anything if you want, love."
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Jack did spend some time in the shower to finish up cleaning. The shower was divine. He did eventually come out and dry off throwing on whatever thinner fabric, silky robe there might be.
"I'd love a line of two." Jack mentions as he walks over, placing a kiss just behind Hunter's ear.
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"I have plenty of coke so help yourself. Tell me, Jack. What do you like in bed?"
It was a question Hunter had wanted to ask Jack ever since he met him back at the bar. Being a man of the night, the singer guessed that he was skilled in most sexual arts. Hunter himself being quite experienced with other men.
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"I'm not picky." Jack tells him. "I'm in a job that acclimated you to almost everything."
Jack did have some limits but he rarely had any reason to think about what he liked. He just learned to like, or at least appear as if he liked, anything a client asked for the the point that the question almost didn't make sense.
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