In the Darkness, a Light

Not sure about this story. Review if you like and it might tempt me to keep writing....

“Hey baby! You want some nice tight ass?” A tall, lanky, blond-haired young man yelled to a car passing with it’s window down. The car sped up and passed the boy. “Shit!” He cursed. Another boy, of the same age, walked to the side of him.

“Damn, Blake, you’re so crude.” The other sighed. He was of average height, and very slender. He had shoulder-length black hair and sensitive blue eyes. The blond, also known as Blake, laughed as he lit a cigarette.

“I’ve told you many times before, and I will tell you again, Darien, you’re too good for this shit!” Blake exclaimed to his friend. Darien just smiled.

“But this is all I know.” He replied sadly. Darien had only ever known his make-shift life of hustling. His parents died in a car accident when he was very young and he and his older brother were taken to separate foster homes. When he was sixteen he befriended Blake, who had been an orphan all his life. Blake introduced him to the world of hustling. Four years later, he still stood by Blake and they worked the same street corners and moved from city to city together, picking up desperate men trying to escape their wives, or looking for an attachment-free, one-night stand, or other such men looking to buy the boys.

“Hey, I’m fucking starving.” Blake told Darien, who nodded.

“Yeah, we’re not getting much business here. Let’s go find something to eat.” The raven-haired boy started walking towards the ever-burning lights of the city they were in. Before too long, they made their way into a McDonalds., and after ordering sat down at a table with their dollar-menu burgers.

“I hate winter!” Blake exclaimed, looking out the window at the snow that had just begun to fall. Darien sighed.

“Not me… I have always loved the winter.” He took a large bite of his burger and ate as if he had never eaten before. It was very rare that the two got McDonalds. Usually they ate whatever their clients were willing to feed them, which was never much. Blake rolled his eyes.

“Freak.” He muttered. After they had finished their dinner, they made their way back outside. The snow was falling harder, and they both pulled their flimsy jackets tighter. It startled them slightly when a car stopped in front of them and the passenger’s side window rolled down. Blake went to the window.

“You lookin’ for a fuck?” He inquired of the man inside. Darien walked beside Blake.

“Just one of you will do.” The man said. Blake looked at Darien.

“You take this one.” Darien said.

“You sure?” Blake asked and Darien nodded back. “Are you going to be ok?”

“I’m a big boy, Blake, and I can take care of myself.” Darien said smoothly and watched as Blake climbed into the car. The cold teen watched the car zoom off and felt utterly alone. But he knew a hustler could never turn down a customer. They needed money some how. Darien began walking down the streets and found himself wondering why it was he liked the winter so much. His ears were stinging and he couldn’t feel his fingers anymore. He tried rubbing his hands together, but it only made the burning worse. He decided it would be best to try to find a client to get out of the cold. So he stood on a lamp-lit corner, trying to look as sexy as possible, ignoring how awful he felt.

After an hour of no one stopping he decided to sit down and take a little nap. It was well past two in the morning and he was extremely tired. So he sat down and leaned his back against the lamppost.

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“If you don’t want to be with me anymore then why don’t you file for divorce Sebastian!!” Violet yelled into the phone at her husband. Sebastian sighed.

“I do want to be with you.” He said. She chuckled coldly.

“Bullshit! If you wanted to be with me you would take me on your business trips. If you wanted to be with me then you would actually step out of your office for two seconds when you are home! It seems like you never have time for me!” She began crying over the phone.

“Violet please don’t cry.” Sebastian felt horrible. He had never meant this to go so far.

“How can I not? You don’t love me anymore!” She sobbed. “Be a man and realize that your marriage is over!”

“Yes, I still love you! You know my job is very important. Without it we would be living in a hole in the wall without electricity.” He tried reasoning with her.

“Money isn’t everything Sebastian! At least to me it isn’t, but it seems it’s all you know!!” She shouted.

“Violet… I-…” He started but then sighed. “I have to go.”

“Of course! You always have to go!” She screamed before slamming the phone down. Sebastian heard the angry click and knew she had hung up violently. He sighed and looked around his hotel room. The penthouse suite. Of course he had to have to most expensive room in the lavish hotel when on another of his many business trips he took. His wife was right, money meant everything to him. He grabbed his expensive, tailored coat and car keys and hurried out the door. To the garage he made his way and climbed into his sleek, black Porsche. The engine roared to life and he sped into the night. It was snowing very hard, but he didn’t care. Anything to get out of the loneliness of his hotel room.

It seemed he was driving for hours when he began feeling very drowsy. The snow falling against his window was very calming. So calming that he nearly ran over the body that had falling halfway out onto the snow-covered road. He slammed on the brakes and pulled up the emergency brake. He quickly threw the door open and went to inspect the body in front of his car. He thanked any deity that was listening for anti-lock brakes, because he had narrowly missed hitting the person. He leaned down to get a better look at the person. It was a boy. He was dressed in dirty jeans and a tight-fitting jean jacket. At first Sebastian thought he was dead, but the quivering clouds of air coming from the boy’s mouth indicated his breathing. He knew he couldn’t leave the nearly-frozen boy lying in the street, so he picked him up, noting his lightweight frame, and carried him to the passenger’s seat of his car. He then drove him back to his hotel room, changed the boy’s clothes, and put him to bed.

Well. What did you think so far? I know I kinda left off at a weird place but I promise to update soon!

~*~Cianis DeRolionus~*~