The Dangerous Lives of Renter Boys

And let the reminiscing continues...mwahahaha. this one is kinda smutty, watch out, all you easily-perturbed urchins!

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Sitting on the floor with Finny and Yuri is rather the most fun I\'ve had in awhile. And what does it really matter that we\'re wasting hours? What use is the day to a rent-boy? We are, by nature, men of the night.

\"So now you know how Finn and I met. Now that I am thoroughly embarrassed, what else do you want to know?\"

Knowing when to keep your mouth shut is such an admirable virtue. One that I don\'t possess.

Yuri opens his mouth, but looks down at the floor and shuts it abruptly, hand tapping the floor unconsciously . There is something on the tip of his tongue. I look at Finn quizzically. He manages to keep his face straight for perhaps three seconds, and then has to press his hands to his mouth, not fast enough to stop a decidedly pig-like snort of laughter escape his lips. I swear that boy should not laugh, it makes him look like a blithering idiot. Not that he doesn't look like a blithering idiot all the time. Ha.

\"What?\" I have the distinct feeling that I am living in an asylum. I can make no sense of these two.

\"I want to know"¦\" Yuri\'s shoulders are hunched, making him as compact as possible. His head is still down, but he is looking up at me through a screen of black hair. \"If...\"

\"If...\" I do not like where this is headed. Finn\'s face is buried in his arms, crossed over his knees, his shoulders shaking spasmastically.

\"If you have ever...\" He points, first and me and then at Finn, raising his eyebrows and shrugging.

\"Oh god, Bryce, but you are thick!\" Finn can no longer contain himself, flopping onto his back on the floor, looking up at me with twinkling eyes, upside down and backwards. \"He wants to know if we\'ve ever...y\'know!\" A wink. His insane cackle makes me laugh myself. Yuri looks at us as if we might throw him out, but he slowly begins to smile, blushing. Nosy little bugger, but it bound to come up, right?

\"I think I\'ll let Bryce tell this one.\" I roll my eyes at him and stick out my tongue.

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FLASHBACK: FINNY\'S HANDS-ON TEACHING (or RENT BOI 101)

Finny took me to Warwick\'s the day after he tried to entice me into renting him. His tiny room was cold when we get up, but when I start to put on my grungy-sailor clothes, he stopped me. He was already dressed

\"Look, you cannot go in those old things.\" He opened an old trunk in the corner. \"You can borrow my othuit.uit.\" When he pulled it out, a dust cloud dissipated into the air and he coughed melodramatically, shaking out the grey fabric. He tossed a frock coat and a pair of pleated trousers onto the bed, bringing a white shirt over to me. I threw it on, buttoning it up and marveling at the lace at the cuffs.

\"You have to look fancy,\" was his explanation. I put the trousers on. They fit.

\"Shit.\" I looked up, to see him holding a vest in front of him, examining it. \"No buttons. I\'d forgotten about that.\" He tossed it at me and went scrounging through the trunk again. The vest looked expensive, satin or something, but where the buttons should have been were only bits of thread.

\"What happened?\"

\"Buttons have a way of ripping off.\" He was elliptical for the first time since I had met him. He held out a thin, long strand of leather and took the vest from me, slipping a short, folding knife out of the pocket of his coat and poking holes where the buttons had formerly been. He passed it back to me. \"Put it on.\" So I did.

He bent, his face close to my chest, and threaded the leather through the holes, criss-crossing it up, deft fingers strapping me into the tight vest. He tied it off at the top and tucked the ends in. The ability to improvise, a useful skill.

\"Looks good.\" He held me at arm\'s length, admiring his handiwork. \"Dangerous. Like a pirate.\" All I can do is laugh and finish dressing.

But Finn\'s fussing over me paid off. He took me to Warwick\'s in the middle of the day, when it was deserted of all but old Warwick himself. The old guy looked me over as if I were a horse being farmed out to stud.

\"Does he know what he\'s doing?\" Butterflies in my stomach.

\"Oh, yeah.\" Finny nodded reassuringly. His unconscious charm vconvconvincing. And so I was officially hired, a boy for rent.

\"Bring him back tonight.\" And we left.

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\"Tonight?\" We were back in Finn\'s room, and I was sitting on the edge of the bed. I looked up at him. \"What the hell am I supposed to do? God, why would you tell him that I know what I\'m do-...\"

\"Because you will.\" He grabbed my hands and pulled me up. He was taller than me, and every bit in charge. \"It\'s alright, I won\'t hurt you.\" I must have looked petrified.

\"You need to forget,\" His hands appeared tentatively on my waist, between my coat and shirt, commanding but gentle. \"Forget all the religious crap that says this is wrong. Forget what people have told you about how what I...we do is wrong. Forget it. Clear your mind.\" I nodded, entranced, intoxicated.

I recoiled at his first move to kiss me, drawing my head back, heart pounding miserably in my ears. But he kept a firm grip on my hips, craning forward to press his lips to mine. The first contact was strange. I had honestly never kissed anyone with stubble before. But he was soft and pillowy. My eyes instinctively shut.

But as soon as they did, I was rudely shaken out of my reverie, his hands on my hips giving me a good, jarring jostle.

\"Rule one, never, ever shut your eyes. Never.\" His face was so serious. I nodded.

The next kiss was more forceful, his mouth sucking at my lower lip. But I managed to keep my eyes open. I watched his pupils slowly dilate as he nudged his tongue past my teeth. He knew what he was doing. I shrugged out of my jacket without breaking contact.

When he finally pushed me away, I was out of breath and wide eyed.

\"You should see the look on your face.\" He waved his finger in front of my eyes, smirking. \"Innocent.\"

Bastard. But it was true.

\"Now, clothes off.\" I laugh, but he looks at me candidly, long fingers already undoing his vest. I was suddenly struck by self-consciousness

\"Don\'t be shy. You should always take off your own clothes.\" Confident teacher-voice. \"Buttons are expensive.\"

My hands were shaking, but I managed to undo the improvisational ties on my vest and the buttons on my shirt. Reality began to set in. This was my *job* now.

\"Lie down.\" I was past arguing with him now, so I did, on my back on the bed. My feet hung off the end. He flopped down next to me, pressing up to me on his side. My body was so tense, my muscles were aching.

\"You have to know exactly how your body will respond to anything.\" He was trailing his fingers absently over my bare chest. \"So that you can control it. You always have to be in control. If you\'re not in control, you\'re in trouble.\"

\"That can\'t be too hard.\" My confidence, a mistake.

\"Really?\" With no warning, he slid one finger down the middle of my stomach roughly, over my navel, closer and closer to edg edge of trousers. My body reflexively curled up to meet him , hips pressing up almost desperately.

\"Oh.\" I tried to catch my breath.

\"Yeah. Or...\" He caught me unawares, pinching one nipple between thumb and finger. My chin lifted with the pain, head curving back.

\"You\'re closing your eyes again.\" He gave me a shove.

\"Well, you\'re cheating.\"

\"How am I cheating?!\" I didn\'t have an answer, and he smiled triumphantly.

In a flash he was on his feet again.

\"Up!\" He stood me up, steadying me, my head was swimming. \"Here\'s where the real lesson begins.\"

\"More?\"

He ignored my sarcasm, smoothly pressing himself up against me, his hips to mine. Arms wrapped around my waist, he began to move slowly against me. My lightheadedness got worse, and I began to get a tight-uncomfortable feeling between my legs.

He pressed me down suddenly, hands tight on my shoulders. On my knees on the floor in front of him, I stared up him as he unbuttoned the front of his trousers.

\"Just do it. I swear it gets easier.\" His hands were gentler now, cupping my chin for a moment before tangling in my hair. He was expectant.

I had to undo the front of his underpants with my fumbling, shaking fingers, freeing his half-hard length. I was breathing hard as I tugged his pants down to around his knees. I honestly had no idea how to go about this.

I finally decided to stick my tongue out, gently touching just his tip. I felt his hand flex in my hair, gently urging me forward. So I opened my mouth and took him into my mouth, feeling him grow subtly harder, enclosed between my lips. I tried sucking gently, rewarded by an ever-so-slight bend in his knees.

\"Mmm. Good.\"

\"But this is simply a teaching exercise for you?\" I pulled back, craning up to look him in the eye., insolent grin on my face.

\"Don't be sassy.\" He grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up, his arms straining. \"You haven\'t gotten to the hard part yet.\"

\"And what\'s that.\" Even as I said it, it dawned on me. My throat was suddenly dry.

\"Turn around.\" He tried to turn me around and I looked at him, suddenly terrified again. He must have seen it. Somehow he always knows.

He pressed his forehead to mine, arms wrapped around my shoulders. \"Listen to me carefully.\" His eyes were so bright blue, so serious. \"It\'s only demeaning if you let it be. Just feel. Feel and learn.\" I swallowed and nodded, deep breaths slowing my racing heart.

He pushed me around again, his hand on the back of my neck guiding me down. I end up bent at the waist over the bed, my hands on the mattress, holding me up.

\"Legs apart.\" His hands were steady, pressing my thighs apart, positioning himself against me. \"The first time hurts. I\'m sorry. Relax\"
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He was careful, slow to press forward. I did my best to take his advice and relax, but as he slid into to me I had to concentrate on not tensing up. He drew back. His second stroke was faster, deeper, a bit more rough. He slowly established a rhythm, and I found myself pressing back to meet him, a strange warmth inside me promising things yet to be learned.

I keenly felt himself let go if his composure as he finished, his fingers digging into my shoulder hard enough to bruise. As he pulled out of me, pressed his hot forehead to my back, his quick breath bringing goose bumps to my skin.

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Finn is still on his back on the floor when I finish telling the story. He hasn't taken his eyes off me the whole time. But he peels them away to look over at our angel, who looks a bit traumatized, to tell you the truth.

\"So,\" Finn contorts to poke him in the knee, \"does that answer your question, love?\"

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