![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Yes, finally finished my hooker!Brian fic, took some doing and overall I still don't think I'm happy with the writing style, so I may tweak it over the coming weeks. And the freaking plot bunnies in my head are willing me to turn it into a fully fledged monster of a story, but for now I give you;
Title: "Another Day"
Fandom: BSB
Pairing: Brian/AJ
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them. Just think they're pretty.
A/N: Again, this isn't normally my writing forte, so be gentle. Though if you've got constructive critism I enjoy that too.
It was bitterly cold, unusual for the late summer evening that it was. He inhaled his cigarette deeply before lowering it again, letting the smoke overtake his body and mind. A man shuffled toward him, his hands in his pockets, looking down as if there was something hugely interesting about the black asphalt beneath him. Sensing the unease of the man, Brian spoke. “You need something, baby?”
The man before him nods, looking up briefly. He is not old, neither is he young. He looks like he’s had a life though, Brian thought. Unlike me. It was the eyes that gave him away, something distant within them that made him think that he’d got the world’s issues lying heavily within him.
No words were spoken as Brian took the man’s hand, leading him to a nearby motel. It was run down and Brian used it often with his clients. Sometimes the big spenders preferred to go to a more expensive establishment and show Brian off, though he clearly had nothing that he could tell would be impressive to others. He had light brown hair - plain and with unruly curls that desperately needed cutting. His clothes left a lot to be desired and let’s face it, he was not the most good looking hooker on offer in Brook Street.
They soon made it up to the room and shut the door. Brian stood in front of the younger man and waited for his next instruction. He always did as he was told before making any movements, past experience had taught him that.
“Strip,” the command was simple, yet forceful. It seemed his client knew exactly what he was doing, even though he had been nervous on the approach. Brian looked up at the man and their eyes connected briefly. Brian could see the despair that ran through the other man’s eyes, could see that whatever was going to happen today was a tool to forget whatever else the man had going on in his life right now.
Taking his clothes off quickly he was soon standing completely naked. This did not faze Brian in the slightest. He stood as the man slowly walked towards him, grabbing his manhood with his soft hands. Brian gulped in surprise at the sudden touch as the man leaned in and began planting small kisses on his neck.
“My name’s AJ,” the man said softly, slowly rubbing against Brian. He had a rough voice, as though he was no stranger to a cigarette or five - though Brian could not smell the stale ash on him. In fact he smelt quite good, and Brian welcomed that. Too often he’d have had to endure evenings with clients whose personal hygiene techniques made it quite impossible to put his skills to best use.
“Brian,” he replied, moaning at the touch. He let AJ’s tongue continue its assault on his neck as AJ gently pushed him back toward the bed. They fell down in a heap and Brian could suddenly feel the younger man’s apparent arousal through his jeans.
“Brian, I want you to fuck me,” AJ said softly, and Brian had to smile at the request. It was said in a way of innocence, in a way that gave off the impression that AJ had never done this before, though clearly by the way he was now stripping, never taking his eyes off Brian he knew that this was not the first time AJ had encountered someone like Brian.
Again, Brian did exactly what he was told. He began slowly, finding a rhythm that suited them both and soon they were away, enjoying and savouring the moment, both knowing what was coming. For Brian, a nice pay packet that would ensure his rent for the next month was on time and for AJ, well that was anyone’s guess.
Breathing heavily on top of AJ, he slipped out of the man and rolled to the side. To his surprise AJ wrapped his arm around Brian’s chest thumbing one of his protruding ribs softly.
“Why do you do this Brian?” AJ asked out of the blue.
Brian had never been asked this question before, though the answer was simple. “I need the money.”
“Can’t you get a regular job?” AJ asked, probing further. He sounded concerned, a sense of worry that Brian was not used to.
“I would never get paid the same amount if I did,” Brian answered. True, he could get a regular job, but why settle for minimum wage flipping burgers when he could earn the same amount with two clients in the same week. There were also other reasons for his choice of employment but he chose not to let AJ in on this count.
AJ had no more questions, he knew that what Brian did was none of his business, though he continued to keep his arm wrapped around Brian.
“Look I should be going,” Brian said, now getting uncomfortable with the affection AJ was showing him.
“Okay,” AJ said, a hurt expression on his face. He stood up, still completely naked and headed toward his discarded jeans. Lifting them, he took out his wallet and thumbed through the notes. “How much?”
“$200,” Brian replied as he gathered his clothes up and putting them back on.
AJ handed him the correct amount and Brian took it graciously. No more words were said as Brian headed toward the door.
“Brian,” AJ started. “This was fun, maybe we can do this again?” He said hopefully.
“Sure, you know where to find me,” Brian said emotionlessly as he left.
He didn’t know what it was about the man, but he intrigued Brian. He obviously had wealth, which was clear by the numerous articles of jewellery which adorned his fingers and around his neck. Yet, he was seemingly unhappy with his life. Brian couldn’t understand anyone how anyone with money could be unhappy.
Finding himself back on Brook Street, his took out his cigarettes and lit one, letting the air in his lungs become polluted once more. Sensing somebody behind him, he turned around finding his boss leering down at him.
*runs away and hides*
Title: "Another Day"
Fandom: BSB
Pairing: Brian/AJ
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't know them, don't own them. Just think they're pretty.
A/N: Again, this isn't normally my writing forte, so be gentle. Though if you've got constructive critism I enjoy that too.
It was bitterly cold, unusual for the late summer evening that it was. He inhaled his cigarette deeply before lowering it again, letting the smoke overtake his body and mind. A man shuffled toward him, his hands in his pockets, looking down as if there was something hugely interesting about the black asphalt beneath him. Sensing the unease of the man, Brian spoke. “You need something, baby?”
The man before him nods, looking up briefly. He is not old, neither is he young. He looks like he’s had a life though, Brian thought. Unlike me. It was the eyes that gave him away, something distant within them that made him think that he’d got the world’s issues lying heavily within him.
No words were spoken as Brian took the man’s hand, leading him to a nearby motel. It was run down and Brian used it often with his clients. Sometimes the big spenders preferred to go to a more expensive establishment and show Brian off, though he clearly had nothing that he could tell would be impressive to others. He had light brown hair - plain and with unruly curls that desperately needed cutting. His clothes left a lot to be desired and let’s face it, he was not the most good looking hooker on offer in Brook Street.
They soon made it up to the room and shut the door. Brian stood in front of the younger man and waited for his next instruction. He always did as he was told before making any movements, past experience had taught him that.
“Strip,” the command was simple, yet forceful. It seemed his client knew exactly what he was doing, even though he had been nervous on the approach. Brian looked up at the man and their eyes connected briefly. Brian could see the despair that ran through the other man’s eyes, could see that whatever was going to happen today was a tool to forget whatever else the man had going on in his life right now.
Taking his clothes off quickly he was soon standing completely naked. This did not faze Brian in the slightest. He stood as the man slowly walked towards him, grabbing his manhood with his soft hands. Brian gulped in surprise at the sudden touch as the man leaned in and began planting small kisses on his neck.
“My name’s AJ,” the man said softly, slowly rubbing against Brian. He had a rough voice, as though he was no stranger to a cigarette or five - though Brian could not smell the stale ash on him. In fact he smelt quite good, and Brian welcomed that. Too often he’d have had to endure evenings with clients whose personal hygiene techniques made it quite impossible to put his skills to best use.
“Brian,” he replied, moaning at the touch. He let AJ’s tongue continue its assault on his neck as AJ gently pushed him back toward the bed. They fell down in a heap and Brian could suddenly feel the younger man’s apparent arousal through his jeans.
“Brian, I want you to fuck me,” AJ said softly, and Brian had to smile at the request. It was said in a way of innocence, in a way that gave off the impression that AJ had never done this before, though clearly by the way he was now stripping, never taking his eyes off Brian he knew that this was not the first time AJ had encountered someone like Brian.
Again, Brian did exactly what he was told. He began slowly, finding a rhythm that suited them both and soon they were away, enjoying and savouring the moment, both knowing what was coming. For Brian, a nice pay packet that would ensure his rent for the next month was on time and for AJ, well that was anyone’s guess.
Breathing heavily on top of AJ, he slipped out of the man and rolled to the side. To his surprise AJ wrapped his arm around Brian’s chest thumbing one of his protruding ribs softly.
“Why do you do this Brian?” AJ asked out of the blue.
Brian had never been asked this question before, though the answer was simple. “I need the money.”
“Can’t you get a regular job?” AJ asked, probing further. He sounded concerned, a sense of worry that Brian was not used to.
“I would never get paid the same amount if I did,” Brian answered. True, he could get a regular job, but why settle for minimum wage flipping burgers when he could earn the same amount with two clients in the same week. There were also other reasons for his choice of employment but he chose not to let AJ in on this count.
AJ had no more questions, he knew that what Brian did was none of his business, though he continued to keep his arm wrapped around Brian.
“Look I should be going,” Brian said, now getting uncomfortable with the affection AJ was showing him.
“Okay,” AJ said, a hurt expression on his face. He stood up, still completely naked and headed toward his discarded jeans. Lifting them, he took out his wallet and thumbed through the notes. “How much?”
“$200,” Brian replied as he gathered his clothes up and putting them back on.
AJ handed him the correct amount and Brian took it graciously. No more words were said as Brian headed toward the door.
“Brian,” AJ started. “This was fun, maybe we can do this again?” He said hopefully.
“Sure, you know where to find me,” Brian said emotionlessly as he left.
He didn’t know what it was about the man, but he intrigued Brian. He obviously had wealth, which was clear by the numerous articles of jewellery which adorned his fingers and around his neck. Yet, he was seemingly unhappy with his life. Brian couldn’t understand anyone how anyone with money could be unhappy.
Finding himself back on Brook Street, his took out his cigarettes and lit one, letting the air in his lungs become polluted once more. Sensing somebody behind him, he turned around finding his boss leering down at him.
*runs away and hides*
Tags:
no subject
Forgive my blondeness...
Mandy~