Sexual Endeavors

Sexual Endeavors

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

Ty has made a hard life for himself in the world of prostitution and drugs. When a smart, young lawyer takes interest his world brightens, but how long can such a fragile romance last? *earns rating in chapter three*

Summary

Ty has made a hard life for himself in the world of prostitution and drugs. When a smart, young lawyer takes interest his world brightens, but how long can such a fragile romance last? *earns rating in chapter three*

Chapter7 (v.1)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 28, 2011

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 28, 2011

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 We strolled out of the restaurant. Clint had managed to convince me to try his onion rings after all and in turn had forfeited them when I discovered I had grown accustomed. His arm was slung over my shoulder as we began to walk. It was not until we had been going around for five minutes I realized we weren't going anywhere in particular.

"Just waiting for me to tell you where I live?" I whispered in his ear, enjoying the hitch I felt in his breath at my proximity. He glanced to the ground and half-smiled, the slight stubble on his chin aglow from the light of the street lamp above us.

"Maybe, kinda scared to ask in case..."

"I live in the whore house?"

"So you do."

"No" I grinned. "I live on my own, that place stinks too much. I've worked long enough they trust me to come there without having to be wrangled...anymore" I said quietly against my better judgment. Clint's mouth twitched.

"You didn't start there freely?"

"I live just down this way" I pointed down the street, trying to break away from his arm, only to have to hands grab either shoulder and twist my body to face him.

"What happened?"

"You tell me first, what took you so long to come out? The overcompensation?" I glared, daring him. It could not be as bad as my story. I was tricked, I was fucked over, I was...

"I was molested."

My jaw went slack as I looked up into those cool eyes. There was no emotion in them, just the cold hard fact of a lawyer. His hands loosened and I swung my arms around his neck to make him look at me. I couldn't let him break this gaze. I tried to imagine strong, broad Eliot being forced on his knees but the image flitted away, just out of grasp like a butterfly mid-flight.

"I'm sorry...I never...how far did he...?"

"where did you say you lived?"

"Down there" I pointed again, this time in a different direction. The right one. "What ha-"

"You haven't told me a thing about your past and you expect me to bleed out every detail. In what world is that fair?" Clint marched us forward. I shuddered at the ice coating his words, transparent but cold to the touch.

"No..." I said quietly, "but you getting touched wasn't fair either, was it?"

"Life isn't fair I suppose" Clint added mechanically. I led him to my door step and turned my key in the lock. I fell forward, only realizing I had not tripped so much as been pinned to the wall face forward.

Clint sucked at my neck, my hips pushing one long grind against the wall as he fell into the curve of my back with his body. I heard the click of the door as he nudged it close with his foot faintly, mostly focused on his heat. Suddenly, I hated everything we were wearing, all I wanted was skin.

"For someone of your profession..." His hand snaked around me and gripped the outward groove of my inseam. "You sure are easy to get excited."

"Fuck you" I growled, pushing my hips into his hand as he squeezed, my eyes squeezing shut as I waited for him to do more. Instead Clint pulled away and turned me around, keeping my wrists in his hands so that I was stretched out in front of him.

"No, I'm fucking you" he growled back menacingly, all traces of the shy Clint I knew vanquished from his features. I wanted to reach out and kiss him, to soften those hard outline that contorted that soft smile and careless eyes. Now they were flint, as if I were the enemy and this was the blow to end me. I tasted fear, not only on my tongue but as he bent to kiss me on his.

"What if I say no?" I swallowed, his lips still against mine.

"Does it matter? If I kept going, no one believe me. You're just a whore and I'm a lawyer. I could defend myself against you. Either way you're screwed." I blinked up at him, my stomach turning into a small, hard lump.

"Clint..."

"If you want I'll pay for you, is that it?" Clint's nails dug threw my sweater but I bit back my whimper. I dropped my gaze, defeat looming overhead.

"No...god no..." I wanted to cry, my soul felt like it was being shredded. Suddenly the pain was gone and I dropped to the floor, my legs weak beneath me. Clint stepped away, his back pressed against the far wall. From his expression I felt he might try to break through it just to create more distance between us.

"Ty, it's just...I'm so..."

"What is wrong with you? Fuck I knew there was something off about you!" I screamed, my voice returning full force. "Rapist bastard, I'm just some whore to you! That's all I am to everybody!"

"No, not to me, let me..."

"Get out." I ordered, my voice taking on a tone that sounded foreign to my own ears.

"Ty..." Clint reached out, I flinched. "When you grabbed my hand...I was just...then, someone hurting you..."

"News flash Clint, you just hurt me. Get out" I curled in a ball, my eyes slapped shut. I felt him wrap himself around me and I didn't move. We barely breathed. I must have fallen asleep because the next morning I awoke in my bed, a number scrawled on the back of my hand.

What was I supposed to do now?


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