He's Too Nice For This
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Adult ++
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3
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4,392
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34
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Grease
Update numero tres. The story is officially going somewhere now that I have three chapters up. :]
Chapter 3 - Grease
“Do you want something to eat?” Vince asked politely.
Caden hadn’t really had a meal for a while, but he didn’t want to be rude. “Erm, well, I’m fine,” he said softly. “It’s kind of late, I shouldn’t be eating anyways.”
Caden then choked on his own spit as he thought about all the things he had eaten late at night. He felt like such a whore.
“Meh, well, it’s up to you. If you get hungry though, feel free to raid my fridge. Alrighty?”
Caden nodded mutely.
An awkward silence ensued, which Caden felt the need to break, for it made him incredibly uncomfortable. “Would you like me to clean something?” was the first thing Caden could think to say. This guy is letting me stay out of the cold tonight, so I at least should try to pay him back somehow!
Vince gave him an odd look, making Caden blush to the tips of fingers when he realized what way Vince had taken it as. “Oh, no, I meant like… your kitchen…” Caden trailed off, feeling so unbelievably idiotic.
Vince sighed. “You’re a guest, why would I want you to clean?”
“Wasting electricity,” Caden mumbled.
“Huh?”
“I waste electricity and stuff by being here. And your food.”
“I prefer not to think of you as a ‘waste,’ Caden.”
It was Caden’s turn to look at Vince oddly. “Er…” No one has ever said anything like to me before. EVER. “T-thanks.”
Vince took them both to the living room then and asked him what movies Caden liked to watch.
Caden replied that he liked everything, and wasn’t picky. Caden really didn’t care. He was keener on taking in his new surroundings; the living room wasn’t huge, but it was neat, and had two dark green three-cushioned couches at a right angle to each other around a end table, which sported a lamp that looked kind of like a tiki torch. The TV was straight across the couch that Caden had chosen to sit on, and the coffee table was parallel to the other couch. It was a completely normal living room, which wasn’t something Caden had seen for a very long time.
Vince went to his movie shelf, and proceeded to rifle through what looked like about 1000 DVDS, and ended up picking Grease. Caden hadn’t ever seen it, and didn’t tell Vince so, because he knew that Grease was supposedly one of the most famous movies/musicals/whatevers ever made, and Caden didn’t want to look like even more of an idiot around his new… acquaintance.
It was enjoyable, but Caden had to admit that he was liking the fact that Vince was sitting on the same couch as him more than the actual movie. Not that Caden liked Vince like that, but the fact that Vince wasn’t repulsed by him gave Caden a warm feeling in his stomach. Most people would give any prostitute the cold shoulder, but Vince didn’t even seem to remember what Caden really was. Caden wished he could forget too.
About halfway through, Caden’s stomach grumbled a bit, and before he could even consider asking for something to eat, Vincent said, “Hungry?”
Caden shrugged, which was apparently a big fat “YES” in the eyes of Vince, for he was then dragged into the kitchen and told to pick anything he wanted.
“Erm… I’ll just have, uh, whatever you’re gonna have…”
“I’m not going to have anything. I’m not hungry…”
Caden felt a little stab of guilt and immediately tried to decline from getting anything. “Not even that hungry, honestly…”
“Fuck, just find something to eat!”
Caden shut up at once at the anger and proceeded to cautiously look through Vince’s cupboards. He looked up at his host about every five seconds to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong. What if he chose the wrong food? What would Vince do? Finally, he settled on some Wheat Thins, and asked softly and warily, “Are these okay?”
“Sure. Want some dip or anything?”
Caden shook his head, and back into the living room they went, Caden carrying his box of crackers. He took a tentative bite, and found that they were tasty. He’d never actually had Wheat Thins before; most of his life had been and still was survived on bread and water, and on those special occasions, McDonalds. “Fanks,” he said around his cracker.
“Welcome,” Vince said with a grin.
Caden felt like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Knowing his life, he probably hadn’t.
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“Are you fine with sleeping on the couch?” Vince asked.
Caden was slightly shocked. People didn’t tend to ask him how he felt about anything. “Er, if it’s alright… I mean, I don’t mind the floor either, er…”
“There’s a couch available for you to sleep on, so I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor! If you wanted even, you could take the bed and I’ll take the couch. Or if you want me to, I can sleep out here with you on the other couch.”
Caden’s mind was brimming with anxiety. There were so many choices! Was there a right one? Was it a trick to get him to say the wrong thing and have to accept punishment? “Uhm, er, whatever’s… fine…”
“How about I sleep out here with you? That way, in case you have any questions for me or anything, I’ll be right here to be able to answer.”
Caden didn’t point out that Vince would be asleep, and that Caden was not one to wake anyone up from slumber. Vince guessed what Caden was thinking anyways, though, and said, “And don’t worry about waking me up. I would be happier with you if you woke me up when you needed me, rather than letting me sleep. Okay?”
Vince had said just the right thing to convince Caden. If I need something, he’ll be happier if I ask for it! That’s so weird. Is anyone really like that? Wouldn’t most people be content to just sleep instead of tending to anyone?
Vince procured blankets and pillows, and in no time, the two were settled comfortably on opposite couches, and the lamp was turned off. Caden was a little worried that Vince would explode on him for some reason, but after around five minutes, Caden let himself relax. Vince doesn’t really have a reason to be angry with me anyways. I hope.
“Hey Caden?” Vince’s voice came softly from the other couch.
“Y-yes? Do you need me to get you something?” Caden asked. He would be totally fine getting up and getting the man a glass of water or something if Vince wanted it.
“Er… no, I just wanted to ask you something. Is it alright if I ask you a personal question?”
Caden nodded, and then felt foolish for Vince obviously couldn’t see him in the dark. “Uhm, sure.”
“Why are you a… a you-know.”
“A prostitute?” Caden flinched, wishing he hadn’t put it so bluntly like that. “Er, sorry.”
It was silent for a moment until Caden realized he’d forgotten to answer the question. “Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot about answering. Uhm. I’m a, a you-know, because… well, if I’m not, then I’ll die of starvation and/or freezing, because my pi- er, the person I work for, makes sure I’m fed and sheltered and stuff.”
Caden didn’t mention that he might end up dying of humiliation one of these days instead, but he was thinking it.
“Oh.”
It was all quiet, and the shame was flowing through Caden’s body, like it was Caden’s blood. Maybe I run on shame, instead of red blood cells, Caden thought to himself vaguely.
“Hey, Caden?”
“Y-yeah?”
“If you ever need anything - and I mean ANYTHING – I want you to come to me. Okay? I want to be here to help you if you need it, okay?”
“What if I told you I needed a new kidney?” Caden tested. He knew the man didn’t really mean he’d help with anything. Vince was probably one of the types who said they’d help you out if you needed it, but then flaked out when you really did need it.
“Then I’d find you a new kidney! Hell, I’d probably donate one of mine if they’d allow it. Why, do you need a new kidney?!”
“No, no, I was just wondering,” Caden whispered. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Silence followed. Caden wondered if he should trust his new acquaintance of sorts. He’s been nothing but good to me so far. It would be doing a disrespect to not trust him, but… what if he turns out bad? Then I’ll get hurt again, because I was foolish enough to stop being on my guard.
But Caden spoke up, even after worrying about not being able to trust Vincent, and said, “Good night.”
“Good night to you too. Don’t let the bed bugs bite, cutie.”
Cutie. Caden almost asked Vince if he was on crack, but then decided against it. He shouldn’t test the man too much, or he’d regret it.
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Sorry if it was kind of short. I have something that’s gonna happen next chapter, and I couldn’t start going into it yet, so I just have to end it here.
Chapter 3 - Grease
“Do you want something to eat?” Vince asked politely.
Caden hadn’t really had a meal for a while, but he didn’t want to be rude. “Erm, well, I’m fine,” he said softly. “It’s kind of late, I shouldn’t be eating anyways.”
Caden then choked on his own spit as he thought about all the things he had eaten late at night. He felt like such a whore.
“Meh, well, it’s up to you. If you get hungry though, feel free to raid my fridge. Alrighty?”
Caden nodded mutely.
An awkward silence ensued, which Caden felt the need to break, for it made him incredibly uncomfortable. “Would you like me to clean something?” was the first thing Caden could think to say. This guy is letting me stay out of the cold tonight, so I at least should try to pay him back somehow!
Vince gave him an odd look, making Caden blush to the tips of fingers when he realized what way Vince had taken it as. “Oh, no, I meant like… your kitchen…” Caden trailed off, feeling so unbelievably idiotic.
Vince sighed. “You’re a guest, why would I want you to clean?”
“Wasting electricity,” Caden mumbled.
“Huh?”
“I waste electricity and stuff by being here. And your food.”
“I prefer not to think of you as a ‘waste,’ Caden.”
It was Caden’s turn to look at Vince oddly. “Er…” No one has ever said anything like to me before. EVER. “T-thanks.”
Vince took them both to the living room then and asked him what movies Caden liked to watch.
Caden replied that he liked everything, and wasn’t picky. Caden really didn’t care. He was keener on taking in his new surroundings; the living room wasn’t huge, but it was neat, and had two dark green three-cushioned couches at a right angle to each other around a end table, which sported a lamp that looked kind of like a tiki torch. The TV was straight across the couch that Caden had chosen to sit on, and the coffee table was parallel to the other couch. It was a completely normal living room, which wasn’t something Caden had seen for a very long time.
Vince went to his movie shelf, and proceeded to rifle through what looked like about 1000 DVDS, and ended up picking Grease. Caden hadn’t ever seen it, and didn’t tell Vince so, because he knew that Grease was supposedly one of the most famous movies/musicals/whatevers ever made, and Caden didn’t want to look like even more of an idiot around his new… acquaintance.
It was enjoyable, but Caden had to admit that he was liking the fact that Vince was sitting on the same couch as him more than the actual movie. Not that Caden liked Vince like that, but the fact that Vince wasn’t repulsed by him gave Caden a warm feeling in his stomach. Most people would give any prostitute the cold shoulder, but Vince didn’t even seem to remember what Caden really was. Caden wished he could forget too.
About halfway through, Caden’s stomach grumbled a bit, and before he could even consider asking for something to eat, Vincent said, “Hungry?”
Caden shrugged, which was apparently a big fat “YES” in the eyes of Vince, for he was then dragged into the kitchen and told to pick anything he wanted.
“Erm… I’ll just have, uh, whatever you’re gonna have…”
“I’m not going to have anything. I’m not hungry…”
Caden felt a little stab of guilt and immediately tried to decline from getting anything. “Not even that hungry, honestly…”
“Fuck, just find something to eat!”
Caden shut up at once at the anger and proceeded to cautiously look through Vince’s cupboards. He looked up at his host about every five seconds to make sure he wasn’t doing anything wrong. What if he chose the wrong food? What would Vince do? Finally, he settled on some Wheat Thins, and asked softly and warily, “Are these okay?”
“Sure. Want some dip or anything?”
Caden shook his head, and back into the living room they went, Caden carrying his box of crackers. He took a tentative bite, and found that they were tasty. He’d never actually had Wheat Thins before; most of his life had been and still was survived on bread and water, and on those special occasions, McDonalds. “Fanks,” he said around his cracker.
“Welcome,” Vince said with a grin.
Caden felt like he hadn’t eaten in a week. Knowing his life, he probably hadn’t.
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“Are you fine with sleeping on the couch?” Vince asked.
Caden was slightly shocked. People didn’t tend to ask him how he felt about anything. “Er, if it’s alright… I mean, I don’t mind the floor either, er…”
“There’s a couch available for you to sleep on, so I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor! If you wanted even, you could take the bed and I’ll take the couch. Or if you want me to, I can sleep out here with you on the other couch.”
Caden’s mind was brimming with anxiety. There were so many choices! Was there a right one? Was it a trick to get him to say the wrong thing and have to accept punishment? “Uhm, er, whatever’s… fine…”
“How about I sleep out here with you? That way, in case you have any questions for me or anything, I’ll be right here to be able to answer.”
Caden didn’t point out that Vince would be asleep, and that Caden was not one to wake anyone up from slumber. Vince guessed what Caden was thinking anyways, though, and said, “And don’t worry about waking me up. I would be happier with you if you woke me up when you needed me, rather than letting me sleep. Okay?”
Vince had said just the right thing to convince Caden. If I need something, he’ll be happier if I ask for it! That’s so weird. Is anyone really like that? Wouldn’t most people be content to just sleep instead of tending to anyone?
Vince procured blankets and pillows, and in no time, the two were settled comfortably on opposite couches, and the lamp was turned off. Caden was a little worried that Vince would explode on him for some reason, but after around five minutes, Caden let himself relax. Vince doesn’t really have a reason to be angry with me anyways. I hope.
“Hey Caden?” Vince’s voice came softly from the other couch.
“Y-yes? Do you need me to get you something?” Caden asked. He would be totally fine getting up and getting the man a glass of water or something if Vince wanted it.
“Er… no, I just wanted to ask you something. Is it alright if I ask you a personal question?”
Caden nodded, and then felt foolish for Vince obviously couldn’t see him in the dark. “Uhm, sure.”
“Why are you a… a you-know.”
“A prostitute?” Caden flinched, wishing he hadn’t put it so bluntly like that. “Er, sorry.”
It was silent for a moment until Caden realized he’d forgotten to answer the question. “Oh! I’m sorry, I forgot about answering. Uhm. I’m a, a you-know, because… well, if I’m not, then I’ll die of starvation and/or freezing, because my pi- er, the person I work for, makes sure I’m fed and sheltered and stuff.”
Caden didn’t mention that he might end up dying of humiliation one of these days instead, but he was thinking it.
“Oh.”
It was all quiet, and the shame was flowing through Caden’s body, like it was Caden’s blood. Maybe I run on shame, instead of red blood cells, Caden thought to himself vaguely.
“Hey, Caden?”
“Y-yeah?”
“If you ever need anything - and I mean ANYTHING – I want you to come to me. Okay? I want to be here to help you if you need it, okay?”
“What if I told you I needed a new kidney?” Caden tested. He knew the man didn’t really mean he’d help with anything. Vince was probably one of the types who said they’d help you out if you needed it, but then flaked out when you really did need it.
“Then I’d find you a new kidney! Hell, I’d probably donate one of mine if they’d allow it. Why, do you need a new kidney?!”
“No, no, I was just wondering,” Caden whispered. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
Silence followed. Caden wondered if he should trust his new acquaintance of sorts. He’s been nothing but good to me so far. It would be doing a disrespect to not trust him, but… what if he turns out bad? Then I’ll get hurt again, because I was foolish enough to stop being on my guard.
But Caden spoke up, even after worrying about not being able to trust Vincent, and said, “Good night.”
“Good night to you too. Don’t let the bed bugs bite, cutie.”
Cutie. Caden almost asked Vince if he was on crack, but then decided against it. He shouldn’t test the man too much, or he’d regret it.
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Sorry if it was kind of short. I have something that’s gonna happen next chapter, and I couldn’t start going into it yet, so I just have to end it here.