It Happened One Summer (2/?)
By: LD Griffin and Jess
Rating: R to NC-17
Feedback: Either Sleepychick101@yahoo.com (LD's address)
or
XTCsCrUb1@aol.com (Jess' address)
Authors' Notes: This story is a collaboration. The second chapter is written by Jess, edited by LD. Each chapter will begin with a note of who wrote it.
Dedication: To Daniel Day-Lewis, just because Jess likes you:
Justin walked into his house quietly; his cheeks still flushed from the nights activities. He could hear his mother in the kitchen and he checked his watch again, noting that it was six in the morning. He jogged lightly up the stairs to his room, taking his wrinkled beater off and tossing it onto the pile of clothes that he had to wash later. Justin had developed a pattern now that he was into his first month of the summer before his senior year. Justin had told his parents he had a job working at the warehouse moving boxes on the third shift, so his mother wasn't surprised to know he was walking into the house at such an early hour.
Before Justin would let himself talk to his mother, or touch her, he'd make himself get into his shower washing away the sweat, the touches, and the memories of the night. It was more of a symbolic cleansing than an effective one, for he still could remember everything. It just helped him transition from his night life of being a rent boy to his day life of being a seventeen year old in a middle class home on one of the many cul-de-sacs of the neighborhood.
The water was hot as it hit his skin and he shut his eyes, enjoying the massage from the spray of water on his back. It had been a slow evening considering he only earned five hundred dollars on a Friday night, but he blamed that on most of his 'clients' celebrating their graduation or last night of college with their families and friends, instead of the bar. Justin had bumped into two previous customers, on purpose of course. They were dependable when it came to money; unlike the man he gave a discount to, the first man of the night. Justin picked up the soap bar and lathered it up in his hands as he tried recalling that mans name.
"JC, that was it..." he mumbled, remembering the name with a slight smile.
He put the bar of soap down and rubbed his soap filled palms over his body where he could still feel the last man's hands. JC, though, didn't grab at him or treat him like the others did. JC looked at him innocently, as if giving Justin the control. It was JC giving him his trust, allowing him to be treated like as if he were more than what he was. Justin smiled rinsing his body off as he reached for the shampoo, thinking of his made up 'first time discount'. He wasn't completely jaded by the 'business' or renting himself out. As he saw it he got to have sex as much as he wanted over the summer, the bonus being that he got paid to, mostly by in the closet college students.
He ran the shampoo through his hair smiling again at how JC had looked so extremely hurt as he left. JC was gorgeous; he wouldn't lie to himself about that at all. He hadn't seen him at the bar before but he did have his own apartment, so Justin knew he wasn't just visiting from out of town. No new text books were around at his place so he figured JC wasn't in college anymore, but he had those naive eyes when he gave his body to Justin. That mystery kept Justin thinking about him as he rinsed himself free of soap one more time then turned the shower off.
No more thinking of work' he thought to himself, now I become the kid trying to be considered an adult by his parents.'
Justin walked downstairs, after he got changed into his pajamas, smelling the breakfast his mom always cooked him before he went to bed. He stepped into the kitchen as she turned around holding the plate of food for him.
"Thanks mom; looks good," he smiled up at her, sitting down, as she put the plate in front of him. She kissed him on the forehead before taking the seat next to him.
"I was thinking later tonight we could catch a movie or -"
"I can't mom," he cut her off, "There's a big shipment of boxes coming in"
"But this is your third straight Saturday working. Didn't you tell me you were going to probably have the night off?"
"They called me in, they need extra workers," Justin lied taking a bite of a strip of bacon. "How about asking dad?"
"You know your father. He doesn't like the crowds on a Saturday night."
"I'm sorry but I have to save for college."
"I know I know," she laughed lightly standing up and walking to the sink, "I hardly see you anymore, when you aren't working it seems like you are out with your co-worker Dave."
"Okay," he sighed putting down his fork, "I'll ask for next Saturday off..."
"No, you don't have to," she smiled turning around to face him, "But don't forget, in July we have that week on the shore."
"I know Mom," he took another bite of his eggs. The guilt trip always worked for him.
Justin dribbled the basketball in his driveway smiling at his opponent. He could feel the sweat suctioning the shirt to his back but he didn't let it deter his attention as he faked to his left, the guy across from him falling for it. He changed directions quickly to his right and did a simple lay-up.
"Ha!" he laughed getting the ball and smiling over at his friend, "Dave you suck"
"Just with basketball, I could beat you in soccer though," he replied walking to the grass and sitting next to the cooler, "I just came to deliver the ID and go home, not to sweat..."
"You'll be sweating enough probably later tonight," Justin teased, pealing the shirt off his body and plopping down next to him.
Dave was his friend from high school but had graduated a couple years before him, and had also been the one to show him an easy way to earn money. Dave hadn't planned to show Justin, but when they bumped into each other a month before, Justin caught Dave getting paid by someone so he had no choice. Justin hadn't looked at him any differently, surprisingly; he had just asked more questions about it. So Dave was his mentor, and taught him everything he could ever need to know.
Looking Justin straight in the eye, Dave laughed as he watched Justin try to take a sip of water and miss his mouth, getting water all over his chest. Justin reached his hand over and punched Dave's shoulder before going back to a second attempt of actually getting the water down his throat. He had been down fifty bucks thanks to the piece of plastic in his pants pocket. He needed an over twenty-one fake ID to get into the gay clubs downtown, now that his prime location had been deserted since the end of the college term.
"So what's your plan for the rest of the day?" Dave asked after he caught his breath.
"Well, I'm thinking of using this ID," Justin shrugged then looked at his watch, "I'll probably get ready in an hour before going to this club I heard about"
"Don't forget to eat a big dinner alright?" he warned, "Just don't get drunk or you're going to have a rough night"
"Don't worry I won't."
Justin tripped over another person as he tried walking through the dance floor for the exit. He had too many drinks in too little time he had told himself, but he didn't usually get this drunk just off of four drinks. It wasn't his fault though; at least that's what he kept telling himself. His second man of the night kept insisting on it, and he got his money from him, but he knew he was too far gone for a third guy. Justin pushed past a couple people and when he stepped into the fresh night air, he leaned against the building to hopefully stop the dizziness. He should get to a pay phone and call a cab; he would just get his car the next day.
"Where the hell is a pay phone?" he croaked out pushing against the brick wall and walking away from the thumps the music the club was making. A couple men, in the line to get into the club, checked him out as he walked past them and he cursed himself for the missed opportunities to earn cash.
It was three blocks away when Justin couldn't hear the bass anymore, and he found himself even more lost, but in the trendy part of downtown. He paused in his step and looked around, unfortunately not seeing a pay phone anywhere. Garbage cans were starting to move and the buildings were starting to morph together and he was getting a little scared thinking that someone might have slipped something into his drink. He could feel his face starting to get red and he pushed himself forward again, he would either call himself a cab or... he didn't know, his head was hurting too much.
"Q?" he heard someone call his working name from behind him. He didn't turn around; he didn't need to talk to someone who just wanted sex right now. "Hey..." The man walked in front of him and Justin smiled deeply.
"JC!" he called out, a little too loud, causing people to turn and look at them quickly before carrying on with their lives. "My head hurts"
"Oh well," JC looked down to his pocket, "I don't have any Advil or anything; I might at my apartment though."
"Yes, good" Justin smiled seductively trying to ignore the false movements in his eyes and the headache beating his forehead, "I really want to fuck you."
He didn't remember anything after that.