Desires of the Lonely [Private] [18+]

[JonnyCJTHM]

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Leslie Johnson

 

 

 

 

Leslie is a 20 year old hooker who dropped his last name the day his mother kicked him out at the age of fourteen. A birth built on hate and disgust Leslie's mother despised him, the woman, Angie Johnson had fallen victim to rape by an abusive ex who left her beaten, and nine months later with a baby she didn't want. While Leslie could never actually call his mother abusive their relationship was certainly never a close one, by three years old he was left do most things on his own, his mother pretending as if he didn't exist. Even so, he never thought she would choose another man over him, or rather he had never wished she would. It had only taken a promise, and a few dark words of his presents coming from her new boyfriends mouth for Angie to completely rid herself of her only child.

 

The first year and a half living on his own was near agonizing for him, with little money and no where to go Leslie was forced to drop out of school and live on the streets, with his lack of education and young age no one was willing to hire him. He was near death by the end of his first year. He could say it was by miracle when the three women found him and took him in. The women, each of them working in the business that he did now, taught him everything they knew, and it didn't take long for Leslie to get good at it. Eventually taking in enough customers to get his own place. A run down dingy one bedroom apartment that honestly cost more than it was worth, but it was a place he could call his and that's all he cared about.

 

Leslie is quite a good looking man, taking more on the description of beautiful than anything else, with his slim figure and pretty features, the most striking being his eyes, which where a rare shade of violet. He has raven coloured hair and pale skin, splashed lightly with freckles and a tattoo stretching across his hip to mid thigh. ((I have a drawings of it that I can show you.)) His appearance is what draws most of his customers in. Leslie smokes.

 

 

 

 

Leslie took a long drag from the cigarette sitting loosely between his slim fingers, his violet eyes staring listlessly ahead of him, watching as car after car drove by in his place under the street lamp. It was a slow night, agonizingly so, with his normal flow of costumers no where to be seen the only work he had gotten that night was from a middle aged, married man who had asked for a blow job in the back ally. The poor man wouldn't shut up, going on and on about how it wasn't really cheating if it was with a guy, and how his wife hadn't slept with him in months.

 

In the end it wasn't particularly enjoyable for either if them, and Leslie ended up charging they guy half price out of pity. A choice he was now regretting considering his current predicament. After all how was he going to pay the rent for his shitty apartment if he didn't make any cash? After two years of being in this business you'd think he would have learned by now.

 

It was clear to anyone passing who saw him that Leslie was a hooker. With his thigh high stocking and extremely short shorts it was hard to mistake him as anything else. This along with his beautiful features often got him customers men looking for a good time and others to test out their curiosities. Many a time had he been used to test out someone's sexual preferences.

 

Exhaling the smoke in his lungs with a heavy sigh he flicked the now empty bud to the side, crushing it beneath the heel of his stilettos. It was rare for him to smoke on the job, many people not liking the smell it left behind, but with the dwindling of people and lack of client's Leslie was ready to call it a night. Perhaps he could do better tomorrow. Pushing himself of the pole he had been resting against Leslie prepared himself for the walk back home, the sound of someone calling out to him had him pausing in his tracks.

[Guest Eornostlice]

 

 

Abel Seaver

 

Abel is a 27 year old unmarried man with a love for writing that has successfully achieved his childhood dream of becoming a writer. Appearance-wise he can be considered handome, his gray-blue eyes being his number one feature, followed closely by his dark blonde hair and slightly darker skin.

 

Coming from a conservative religious family, the man has chosen to remain closeted even after years of living alone, fact that caused him to never get in serious relationships, dealing with the stress and sexual frustration by relying on occasional flings and prostitutes. His relationship with his family is good on the surface, but built on lies and acting. As the only son he could never bring himself to cut ties with his parents that are approaching the old age, choosing instead to keep the mask until the end of their days.

 

This sort of lifestyle affected his personality, making him indecisive and prone to stress which causes him to be known for a quick temper. Due to the secrecy of his private life in relation with the public eye, Abel came to always suspect the worse in people but is capable of changing his opinion if proven otherwise. Despite his many flaws however, he is a responsible man that always took care of his own mistakes and wrongdoings without backing away, obeying a set of moral norms that he has set for himself.

 

The man lives in a spacious but not overly expensive 3 rooms apartament (2 bedrooms and one livingroom) on the fifth floor in a good area, prizing comfort but not being a fan of wasting more than necessary, considering his home already too big but something he has spoiled himself with.

 

 

Abel let out a sigh. He had what he could call a needlesly long stressful day. It all began with a call from his mother in the morning, who has been overly converned about her son's private life and lack of a marriage partener as always, followed by a long meeting with his editor that started in the afternoon, but has been going for about six hours instead of the scheduled two, meaning he's been sitting in a cafe for that long, drinking coffee with a woman while being lectured on how his romance sounds too fictional for his work, much more suited for a sappy fantasy novel than a mystery one.

 

To sum it up, his mood was bad, his back was aching and he wanted some way to relax and forget about everything for the night, leaving all the headache for the following day instead. But again. Sleep in a lonely apartament did not seem to appeal to him at the moment either.

 

That was why the raven haired man dressed in stockings looked like such a much better option and why Abel decided to call out to him.

 

As the man turned towards him, the blonde instantly noticed the violet orbs in the light of the streetlamp, somehow convincing him not to go for a quickie as he initially planned but more for a full course sort of thing. He rarely did that, but he felt like it was not such a bad idea given how breathtakingly beautiful the raven was.

 

"The money isn't a problem. Free for the rest of the night?" He was blunt and strightforward, not much into beating around the bush. "It would be in a hotel." He added in, feeling the need to add that last bit of information. Mostly because what he was wishing for was a place to pass out in after a round or two of sex.

[JonnyCJTHM]

Leslie never thought himself a religious man, having a more 'believing is seeing' view on life he always grouped such things into the same trivial category. Gods to him where nothing more than another bed time story told to help those sleep at night and believe for a better tomorrow. Both of which the young man found himself perfect able to do, without relying on the help of a mythical sky being to guide his way. But if Leslie were to say that perhaps there where god's, whom ever they may be, they were certainly shining down upon him tonight.

 

The man that stood in front of Leslie could easily be called out on his good looks, he was young, unlike most costumers the raven found himself serving at this time of night, with a good built and handsome face. A rare combo when it came to those looking to pay for sex, and while Leslie himself could careless about the appearance of those he was servicing it was certainly no lie that it was easier to fool around when your partner had a nice face. Though his features were the least of Leslie's consern, instead his fell dropped away from his face, taking in his posture and clothing, listening to the way he spoke, it was clear that this man was familiar with money and lots of it.

 

A full night with a rich guy in a hotel, Leslie almost felt as if those words didn't belong to be running through his head at the moment, it was almost like he truely had been blessed. If things went well, he wouldn't have to work for the rest of the month, that thought almost had him leaping in joy. He could finally call someone about his leaking ceiling. The thought made Leslie smile, a crooked flirtatious grin that showed off the small dimples in his cheeks. "I'm free for as long as you need."

[Guest Eornostlice]

Having received the first good answer in the entire day made him slightly more relaxed. The man was aware he was staring, rather enticed by the smile the one in front of him was showing, as if he wasn't beautiful enough without it. Of course, the air that the raven had about him was betraying his experience and his job, his smile unable to be described as anything but flirtarious.

 

"We have to walk a bit but it isn't far from here. Sorry. I am by foot today."

 

Despite there being plenty of hotels closer to the place they were at, Abel's mind was set on a three star one, despite it not being something he usually did. But given how the day went, he might as well waste some extra money and sleep comfortably right? He had been there before, but it was a meeting with some author that came to visit the city and was temporarily staying at that hotel. The service seemed nice enough.

 

The blonde was leading the way on the dim lit streets, not attempting at much conversation on the way. It was only about five minutes away when the huge building entered the two's field of vision. It looked brightly lit, as expected from a three star. Not overly fancy but rather comfortable.

 

Abel went ahead and paid for the room, getting his key. It would be a room with a big bed meant for couples, giving them enough space to mess around.

 

"Floor 5 room 46." He called out for the raven whose name he did not know, nodding towards the elevator.

[JonnyCJTHM]

"Walking ain't a problem." Leslie assured the handsome blond, hands shoving deep into the pockets of his dark leather jacket as he followed after him with out question. The heels of his shoe clicking against the dirtied and cracked pathment beneath them were the only thing breaking the silence that had fallen between the two. He was used to walking by now, hell it was his only form of transportation despite the occasional taxi or bus ride he took into town when it became necessary. Besides, walking was fun especially when you were walking with someone else. You got to learn things about them, unspoken words that were read through body language and facial expressions. Like right now, Leslie could tell that Mr. Rich and handsome, as he had decided he would began referring to him, had had a long day. He looked tired, the kind of tired that wore down on you emotionally, eating away at your mental state. Leslie knew that kind of tired well, and he wondered what kind of troubles this man faced, but he didn't pry, if he was going to make this man feel good it wasn't going to be with him playing physiologist.

 

Approaching the nicely lit hotel Leslie couldn't help be but be impressed by the mans choice of stay. While not over the top the place still managed to have an inviting feel about it, very much unlike the roach infested motels he was used to. Though the raven wondered if he would even be allowed in considering the way he was dressed, with his thigh highs and showing midriff surly someone would say something about his presents. Mr. Rich and Handsome obviously didn't have the same thoughts though seeing as he had been the one that brought him here, and so when the man entered the establishment Leslie followed behind, lingering back in the waiting area near the exit as Mr. Rich and Handsome played for there room.

 

The lobby was near bare, which was unsurprising considering how late it was, and yet still comforting for the young man. This was his first time in such a high establishment place, and in a way he felt as if his presents was going to taint it, silly considering he probably wasn't the first prostitute to ever work here, but a thought none the less.

 

Feeling someone's gaze Leslie turned his attention briefly away from his client, eyes flicking over to look at the only person in the waiting area besides himself. He meet the conflicted gaze of a janitor, who was emptying out the lobbies trash. Leslie winked, cheekily grinning as the man, flustered now from having been caught staring, dropped the bag in surprise. As amusing of a sight it was his attention was soon brought back to Mr. Rich and Handsome, who called out to him, room key in hand.

 

Nodding Leslie followed him to the elevator, and up to their room.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Despite catching sight of the way that the raven was flirting around, the man neither felt nor said anything about it, stepping into the elevator himself, as if now aware of the provocative outfit the other man was wearing and the gazes they were getting.

 

Truth being said tho, the blonde was only a bit surprised at the tastes the other seemed to have. With looks like his, one would think he would have the luxury to be picky about his clients and the places he picked them up. Flirting with janitors somehow did not fit with that sort of mindset. Then again there was the issue of location. Bars seemed a popular choice of location, but again, Abel was not the type that had any time to spare in some noisy bar- he'd much rather just be home enjoying a bottle of wine if he were to choose.

 

He disliked crowded places. Yet lately grew tired of being alone. Such a contradiction... was not something he was going to think aboit in such situation.

 

As the elevator finally reached floor five, the blonde was the first to climb out, only because he was the one to open the room's door. The whole time he did not spare a second glance to the raven, not until the two were in and finally the door was shut.

 

Without one watsed moment, Abel finally faced the raven, his gray-blue eyes staring into violet ones, a little smile appearing on his lips as he pressed one palm against the closed door. "Are older men your thing? It's a waste of beauty tho."

 

With no warning his other hand found its way on the raven's cheek. "I hope you can focus however." His gestures were gentle but his smile was dominant. "Don't worry, you will enjoy this too."

[JonnyCJTHM]

It was rare to have such a quite and patient customer, most men by this point would have already begun whispering vulgar and often disgusting things in his ear, as wondering hands groping at any part of him they could. Though that was often to be expected from those who pay for sex, Mr. Rich and Handsome, this hotel, it was all very refreshing. In away it all felt like he was taking a paid vacation rather than actually working a job. A silly thought considering what was soon to happen, even so Leslie couldn't help but wonder if he might have actually learned to enjoy his job had all his session been like this.

 

Stepping off of the elevator Leslie followed quietly after the other man, remaining a few steps behind until entering the room behind him. Leslie's eyes immediately slid over the rooms interior, taking in the clean and welcoming glow it held. Had he the time he might have continued to admire it, but now wasn't the moment for that, as proven when the blond man turned back to meet his gaze.

 

Leslie leaned back slim figure resting against the door that Mr. Rich and Hansome now had him trapped against. A small smile quirked up the corners of his lips as Blondie finally spoke up, the word beauty turning the quirk in a small smile. Arms drapping lazily over the mans shoulders he gave a small lithe shrug. "I take what I can get." He said otiosely. It wasn't a lie, he certainly did take what he could get, being picky wasn't what keep you alive. But it also wasn't a lie that he tended to lean more towards the older clients. The chance of getting beaten was much lower with them. That's why he had stopped working near the bars in the first place. It gave a steady flow of cash but people got angry when they got drunk, and hospital bills weren't cheap.

 

Tilting his head so that his cheek rested snugly in the other males palm Leslie peered up at Mr. Rich and Handsome through dark, long lashes, his smile curving into that of a sexy smirk. "Shall I let you take charge then?"

[Guest Eornostlice]

The blonde seemd to take in every move and every little reaction of the other, his cold eyes completely focused on his face rather than his body, not attempting to interrupt him while he spoke. The truth was, Abel was rather intrigued by the raven. It was not unusual for prostitutes to have some sort of dark background - some were in the bussiness for pleasure, true, but it did not seem to be the case with the man in front of him. And he would certianly know, given his experience when it came to such people.

 

Perhaps he was so intrigued because the man's looks happened to fit his tastes just right, the most charming bit being his eyes of a rare color in contrast with his pure black hair, but the blonde could not say for certain.

 

"Did you have any other plans other than me taking the lead? Sorry honey I might ruin them. Just try to enjoy this as you help me relax."

 

Abel chose to remove his hand from the door rather than removing the one that he could use to stroke the raven's cheek with, his now free hand finding its way to the other's legs, his fingers tracing simple patterns over the stockings' fabric teasingly, enjoying the feel of it.

 

"How do you prefer it? Rough? Gentle?"

 

That sort of question was perhaps strange to anyone that was to hear it, given the fact that the blonde was paying for sex and definitely it did not have to include pleasure for his partener but he knew himself best. That was exactly what turned him on the most, his partener's reactions and moans - perhaps it could be considered some sort of strange fetish.

 

The hand was no longer lingering on the man's thigh, having found its way up under his shirt, directly touching the skin of his tummy. Smooth.

[JonnyCJTHM]

Leslie laughed softly at the man's blunt, forwardness. The sound beautiful and clear like the tinkling of bells. It wasn't often that some could make him laugh at ease, especially when they so clearly weren't trying. But Mr. Rich and Handsome seemed to have no trouble with this, bringing the sound out of him with his suave charm that managed to impress even him.

 

"No plans, just whatever you say boss." The raven hummed gently in return.

 

The man before him was quite interesting, if Leslie had to describe him in the least. In a way he had managed to differ himself from all his other clients with a a few simple actions and words. To ask how he enjoyed himself, well it was basically unheard of in Leslie's line of work. It was strange to have the question he constantly asked flipped back on him. The raven wondered if he managed to school his surprise, and mild flatterment, enough for Mr. Rich and Handsome not to notice.

 

"A bit of both if I were to say, " Leslie admitted, fingers trailing down along the collar of the others shirt, popping open the first two buttons. "Not too rough, but not gentle either."

 

Leslie's free hand fell back down to his side as he continued on with the buttons on the other, fingers dipping into the back pocket of his shorts. He hesitated briefly when they reached empty space, and instead tried for the other, ending with the same results. He had been sure to pack condoms today, hadn't he? Of course he did, he used one of them earlier on the man in the ally, even if it had just been a blow job he always used them. It was the easiest way to prevent catching anything, but some how he must have accidentally dropped them somewhere.

 

Had it been anyone else in this instant Leslie would ended up canceling the job, or at least prolonging it until he could get some condoms, but given who Mr. Rich and Handsome was, he was probably clean. And Leslie did not want to let this money slip though his fingers.

 

The ravens small smile returned, though this time it held almost a sheepish air about it, he felt quite unprofessional in this moment. "I hope bareback's not a problem, I don't have any condom's on me."

[Guest Eornostlice]

The way in which the raven was trying to act like he was unfazed was rather amusing to the blonde, finding the man's ways of masking his surprise rather fun to watch. Abel was aware himself of the odness of his actions and more than once he had been looked at with strange eyes but to him it did not really matter.

 

What actually managed to baffle him however was that slight shift in the raven's expression, meaning something was amiss, his suspicion being confirmed only moments later with a sheepish smile.

 

Abel stopped in his tracks, taking a few moments to consider before attempting to even give an answer. He had always been careful with his occasional flings, using protection to make sure he would not end up with any type of sexually transmited disease, more than aware of the risks he would be exposing himself to if he were to do otherwise. Yet tonight he was past his stress limit, something thay made him start considering it in the first place.

 

Something about the other man's expression made him feel that it was not something he often suggested or did, which all the more made him feel like the lack of protection wouldn't really matter.

 

"I will assume you are clean and take up on the offer."

 

Abel removed his hand from the other's cheek, slipping under the his shirt as well for an easier removal. He caressed the exposed skin as he lifted the shirt bit by bit, until it was lifted enough to not hide anything from his belly up to his chest. "Unless you have something to confess?" The blonde's smile was playful as he took in the sight in front of him, feeling rather proud of his work.

 

In hindsight, his decision was reckless. On the other hand, he needed this too much to care at this point. He would just add it to the list of things to worry about tomorrow.

[JonnyCJTHM]

Leslie had begun to prepare himself for rejection, a seemingly unavoidable possibility considering who he was dealing with. Mr. Rich and Handsome was exactly that, and he no doubt had a reputation to live up to. He wasnt like any of his other clients, had they been offered such a chance they would have jumped on the opportunity. But him, a high class man like himself, well he wouldn't dream of taking such a risk.

 

That's what Leslie had assumed of course, the mans hesitation only adding to his anxiety about the whole situation, he was so pleased to be wrong, his heart soaring in relief as his proposition was accepted. Giving a brief mental thanks to what ever deity was shining down on him that night, Leslie's languid smile quickly returned, his flirty mood returning as his worry vanished.

 

"Hmm something to confess." the raven hummed, his vivid eyes dancing in mischief as he splayed himself nicely for the the man against the locked door.

 

"Alright. I'll let you in on a little secret if you promise not to tell~" he said in singsong, body tilting forward as he leaned towards the man to whisper in his ear. "You'll be the first one to ever fuck me raw." Leslie purred softly, moving back with a wink. Finger raining to his curled lips playfully.

 

"Remember, just between us."

[Guest Eornostlice]

The "secret" got Abel to show a rare smile, much like a child-like grin rather than anything but not exactly something that could be called innocent, being completely devious in manner. The man simply ran one hand over the inviting exposed skin, with a gentleness like one would use to caress their lover. It was not once or twice that he got phone numbers from his one bight stands but his no-feelings-sex policy always had him turn them down.

 

The pale skin of his tummy was quite appealing, and despite the fact that he never left marks on his parteners, the blonde did get the urge to kiss and run his tongue over everywhere, only to see if there were any reaction in the raven whom he assumed to not be used to so much attention given the nature of his job. He would get to that, yet it was not time to get sidetracked.

 

"Did you by any chance forget the lube as well? I will prepare you properly but I am fairly big so surely, it would hurt." His statement was said with almost indifference, not as a way to brag but as a pure fact that was to act like a warning. Having the raven cry in pain and no pleasure would have been an absolute turn off for Abel afterall, as much as the comfort of the stranger did not truly matter.

[JonnyCJTHM]

It had been the first full blown emotion Leslie had seen from the male, other than the few small smirks he had thrown his way. This was so much better than those though, the devilish smile being one that the raven found extremely attractive, his body heating up with anticipation for what was to come. It was rare that Leslie found himself getting exited when it came to sex with his clients, few managing to peak his interest enough to really turn him on. Though he could say Mr. Rich and Handsome was already doing a good job.

 

Hand slipping into the pocket of his leather jacket the escort produced a strip of strawberry flavored lube packets. He was glad that they hadn't been left behind as well, while Leslie had plenty of people brag about their size to him he felt as if that wasn't the case with this one. He believed the man when he said that he was big, and not being one to like being split open he was happy to put the lubricant to use.

 

"Hm, not entirely unprepared today." He replied cheekily. "Hopefully you're as big as you say you are, cause I'm looking forward to having fun with you. I can't wait for you to reach all the good spots inside~"

[Guest Eornostlice]

Abel let out a soft hum, something like a chuckle as he was faced with such cheeky reply. There was no reason to comment on it nor was there a reason to be holding back, with every problem he could think of either solved or pushed aside, nothing to worry himself with for the day remaining. He took hold of the packets of lube, but only to temporarily pocket them. The one to use them would obviously be the blonde, so he had not wasted any more time on that.

 

If the one to pin the beautiful raven to the door had been him, then it was also him to casually swipe him off his feet like he were a bride on his first night, the man's expression no longer looking unapproachable. The one in his arms was fairly thin, that was the exact first thought that crossed his mind as Abel picked the other up, heading inside towards the bed. He had been right. The entire place did look comfortable but it was not the right time to be thinking about it.

 

The raven was placed on the edge of the bed, with the blonde kneeling on the floor between his legs, continuin what had been started earlier. He removed the prostitute's shirt without resistation, his hand now resting on the man's bare back as his lips finally could touch the inviting skin. "Don't worry, I will not mark you." was all the warning that the other got as Abel placed a soft kiss on the exposed tummy, his tongue running down towards his belly button, exploring it with almost some sort of curiosity, before yet another kiss was placed down.