Love Me One-Shot 2: Prostitution

AN: This is the SECOND one-shot follow-up to 'Love Me'! So, please, Go read that first and the other one-shot too. Or else you won't fully appreciate this PWP. Or if you just want smut, go ahead and read this anyway! For 'Love Me', just go to my Author page.




The streets were mostly deserted, and the crescent moon shone little light on the dirty ground. Trash littered the pavement; papers blowing in the wind as the few people out at this hour adjusted their various outfits, checking for flaws and trying to hide them. A safety pin here, some duct tape there, and the street walkers looked brand new.

Well, as new as a hooker could look.

Vandy knew he was the hottest one out tonight and he gave his chosen costume the once over. For this night, he'd chosen a black mesh shirt, some super-tight black leather shorts slung dangerously low on his hips, and his trademark knee-high leather boots over a pair of black fishnet stockings. They laced all the way up and fit him like a second-skin, as did the rest of his clothes.

You can't get the client if you don't show the goods.

As it were, Vandy's goods were displayed quite prominently. The tell-tale bulge in his pants was no sock puppet. He showed his encased length proudly, jutting his hips forward and winking at the passing cars. Several slowed by him, but he ignored the beckoning fingers and lewd calls.

He was aiming for a particular client tonight.

Another 15 minutes passed without incident and he began to get impatient. That guy had never taken so long before, and he scowled, the lines creasing his pretty face. He was only going to wait for like, 10 more minutes, then he was gonna go suck off one of the old guys in the BMW's that always cruised by.

Then, finally, he saw it. That beat-up old sedan with the one door that was a different color than the rest of the car. He smiled, white teeth glinting in the street lamp's feeble light.

As usual, the car drove by and kept on going. But Vandy wasn't worried, he knew it'd come back. Two more times actually, before it finally parked on the other side of the road. Then Vandy would have to make his move, or else the skittish man would once again drive away without picking anyone up.

He'd never wanted a client so much before in his whole entire life. Cause this one was special. This one always watched him with such obvious fascination, yet never approached him. But it wasn't like Vandy felt like he was being stalked or anything. The man just seemed to be rather shy. One night, Vandy had tried to give him the go-ahead, but the man had only gaped at him from behind his window, then blushed a most becoming shade of bright red before driving away like a madman. A blush so bright, Vandy had seen it even as far away as he'd been.

And he couldn't stop picturing it in his head.

The sight had gotten him instantly hard, something he found quite hard to do without touching, though he did love sex. It was the only thing that kept him going on these long dark lust-filled nights. That innocent handsome face just begging to be corrupted. Vandy could imagine making that pretty mouth moan obscene things.

Ah, there it is again. That run-down sedan, slowing and passing by one more time. Then speeding away. Vandy might have been freaked out if he hadn't been so flattered. And he didn't get the normal vibe of 'Freak' that he did with some of his customers. The only vibe he got was 'Hot' and 'Great Sex'.

Definitely something he wanted to try out. Hell, maybe he could even get him to be a regular customer after tonight. Vandy would love that.

By his estimation, he only had about 2 minutes before the car made the final pass then park, so he reached up and smoothed down his hair, checking to make sure that the black barrettes holding back his shaggy blond bangs were still firmly in place.

Then he adjusted his shirt and shorts, making sure all the right stuff was showing. He pinched his cheeks, bringing a rosy glow to them, and bit his bottom lip, making it swell and darken.

As expected, while he was running his tongue over his lips to moisten them, the car made the final pass. It would now go around the corner and immediately turn back, coming to park across the street.

His only chance at gaining the upper hand was right as the car disappeared beyond the corner. When it did, he checked the street for oncoming traffic, then sprinted across when it was clear.

On the other side, he slid up against the brick wall of a nearby building and hid in the shadows, not wanting to be seen.

Headlights flashed across the corner and he recognized the slow crawl of his man's vehicle. It came to park right in front on him, the driver obviously too distracted by his search across the street to notice Vandy sidle right up to his window.

He leaned down, elbows resting across the door edge. Thank goodness the window was rolled down, but then again, the night was warm. He grinned, his perfect teeth glinting in the lamplights. “Hi there, Baby. Looking for me?”

The man's reaction was priceless. He practically whirled around, mouth open in surprise and then blinked, cheeks instantly darkening.

“Wha-! I-Uh, y-you, th-th-there-!” He gestured towards the other side of the street, obviously greatly distressed, and Vandy caught sight of his leg tensing on the brake pedal.

Without waiting to see if he was wanted, Vandy pulled the handle on the door and opened it, sliding inside the car with all the sinewy grace of a cat. “Shh, Baby, it's all right. I've been watching you, and I know you've been watching me too.” Vandy smiled, loving the way his conquest seemed to have frozen in fear. Cautiously, so as not to startle him, Vandy let one hand settle atop the other's knee, crossing his own legs and inching closer across the seat. “My name's Vandy, and I'm very interested to know what your name is.” A flash of panic brightened the stranger's eyes, and Vandy felt his leg twitch beneath his light grasp. Kneading the skin higher up on his thigh, Vandy softened his voice. “You don't have to tell me your first name. You don't even have to tell me your real name.”

After a moment of unconcealed hesitation, he answered. “It's uh...K-K-Kale. Kale.” Both of his cheeks were bright red and he couldn't seem to meet Vandy's eyes.

Well, that could be remedied.

Scooting even closer, Vandy removed his hand from Kale's leg and lifted it to settle by the brunette's neck, letting his fingers drift up the back of his scalp and bury themselves into brown locks. Kale shivered beside him and Vandy heard his breath hitch. It made him quite excited, but he had to go slowly.

“So, Kale,” He whispered, lips close to the man's ear. “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

“L-Like this?” His voice was faint, and distracted.

Vandy giggled. “Yeah, like this. Picked up a hooker.”

Kale shivered again as Vandy began to gently massage his scalp, watching those lovely brown eyes slide shut. “A h-hooker?”

Boy, this one sure was priceless. “Well, yeah. I'm not a stock broker. I'm a street walker, Baby, and I'd like to offer you my services.” With his free hand, Vandy palmed the front of the Kale's shirt, trailing his hand down to the top ridge of the the man's jeans, then he deftly slipped under the hem and curved his fingers over the rising bulge in Kale's boxers, making him hiss sharply through his teeth.

“You like that, Baby? I can do more.” His grip loosened then he slid lower, cupping the other's testicles firmly. He squeezed.

“Van!” The brunette gasped, falling into him.

With a little bit of added pressure, Vandy whispered chidingly. “Vandy. Call my Vandy.”

“Yes...” Kale whimpered, turning to seek his lips, but Vandy pulled away, a grin forming.

“No no, Baby. You don't get any kisses,” He leaned in real close, tempting and knowing the sexy brunette wouldn't be able to resist. “-until I get paid.”

With a shock, Kale opened his eyes and he gaped at Vandy like he had forgotten that this was a business deal. Well, almost a business deal. Vandy probably would have agreed to do this even if his scared little conquest only had pocket change on him.

“Paid?” Kale exclaimed, eyes darting away as a new blush rose on his cheeks.

Vandy almost purred at the red flush and leaned in again, both sets of his fingers alternately stroking. “Do you have any money on you, Baby? Maybe we can make a deal, and then,” His lips pressed wetly against the fast fluttery pulse on the brunette's neck, tongue flickering out to lap at the skin. “-find someplace nice and secluded.” He pulled back slowly, licking his lips and wanting to taste again.

Kale smelled so good, all musk and heat, and the faint scent of some generic soap. It made him all excited to know that this skittery man had taken a shower before coming to see him, though Vandy was certain that if he hadn't approached on his own, Kale would have driven away once again.

He noticed that there was some awkward shifting beneath his grasp, and Vandy saw him reach shakily into his back pocket, obviously trying not to raise his hips too much and increase the pressure of Vandy's slowly stroking hand.

In defiance, Vandy simply pressed down and flattened his palm against Kale's cock, making him gasp brokenly.

Then a wallet came out and Kale's shaking hands were trying to open it, succeeding after a moment, and pulling out a handful of money, blindly handing it over.

Vandy looked at the bundle of bills in the other's hand and laughed. “Baby, I'm flattered that you think I come at such high price, but I only need about a third of-”

“You can have all of it!” Kale interrupted, surprising him.

“Huh?” He asked, sure he hadn't heard right.

“You...can have all of it. I'll pay anything, anything you want, I just...I want you. I don't want to talk anymore, I just want you. Please.” The desperation in the other's voice was flattering and shocking all at once.

Almost lost for words, Vandy just nodded, removing his hands as he slid back into his seat and buckled his seat belt. He took the money from Kale's outstretched hand and put in on the seat between them. “Okay, Baby, drive on. Just go down that road up there and take a left.”

Kale nodded at him, and shifted the car into gear, pulling away from the curb and following Vandy's directions.

For some reason, there was almost a sense of nervousness rolling around in Vandy's gut. It was foreign to him and he wasn't quite sure how to deal with it. He shifted uncomfortably, biting his lip and wondering if perhaps it had been a mistake to climb into this car. Perhaps he had been too hasty to go after what wasn't coming to him. What if it turned out that this Kale was a murderer?

What if he wanted to skin him and hang him over his fireplace? Vandy shifted again, not really believing his nervous fears, but still being slightly anxious.

It took a moment to realize that the car had stopped on the side of the long deserted road they were on and Kale was sitting silently beside him with his fingers gripping the steering wheel. Vandy didn't say anything, and he debated whether or not he should make a run for it. After all, he was just a hooker. Who would miss him in the morning if he was dead? No one.

“I'm sorry about what I said back there. I didn't mean to freak you out or anything.” Came Kale's soft, hesitant voice.

Vandy blinked, not saying anything just yet.

“It's just...I always see you out there on that street corner. Surrounded by all those other...people, and I just keep thinking to myself...that you don't belong there.”

Now that wasn't at all what Vandy expected to hear, and he turned back towards Kale, studying the way he was staring down into his lap but not letting go off the wheel, those broad hands clutching the rubber tightly. The nervousness fled him all at once and a new warmth kindled in him.

“I mean...I know I don't know you or anything, and I probably don't have any right to say this to you, but you're not like the others.” This time, Kale looked up and met Vandy's gaze.

The intensity in those brown eyes was a little intimidating, but Vandy also felt strangely drawn to it. He found himself shifting closer without meaning to. Kale turned towards him, hands falling away from the wheel.

“It's like there's this aura around you-” At that, Vandy raised an eyebrow, slightly scoffing at the word, but Kale continued on as if he hadn't heard him. “-that makes you glow. And I saw you one night, and I haven't been able to get you out of my mind! You're all I think about, and for some reason, I'm so drawn to you!” Kale was speaking excitedly now, hands moving like they wanted to reach out, but couldn't quite get the courage to do it.

Vandy decided to let him suffer for a little bit.

“I've wanted nothing more than to pick you up from that street and take you home to be with me. It's not even about sex, though I am very attracted to you, it's-”

Vandy slid right up and plastered himself along the side of Kale's body, effectively shutting him up. He smiled, cooing softly in the brunette's ear. “You're attracted to me? Well, let's stop talking and get to the good stuff.” Truthfully, Vandy was flattered by Kale's words, but it also made him feel slightly sad, because he knew that for all the golden words and silken promises in the world, he would never stop being a hooker. Things like what Kale was saying only happened in the movies. The only way to get him to stop building up his hopes was to start fucking, because fucking was his specialty. He was good at it and it always helped him blank his mind.

He twined his arms around Kale's neck and smoothly slid into the man's lap and straddled strong thighs, shushing half-hearted protests with his lips. The kiss took them both by surprise, though Kale certainly melted into it first. Vandy, on the other hand, hadn't expected to kiss. Most of his clients didn't even try once they got started and he was more comfortable with just sex, but for some reason, he wanted it this time.

And when the brunette began to deepen the kiss, he melted into it as well, feeling himself start to get hard in his tight leather shorts. His boots were framed on either side of the other's thighs, and his stomach was pressed up against Kale's chest, their mouths connected tightly.

With soft push, he broke the kiss, bringing a disappointed whine from the other's throat, and he moved off him back to the passenger seat. Without explaining, he began to undo the laces holding his shorts together, and he could practically feel Kale's gaze glued to his hips.

He slid the restricting leather down his pale legs and almost laughed at the way too dramatic gasp from the other.

Oh yes, he thought, there were definitely perks to wearing crotchless lingerie. His cock lay against his stomach, already rock hard and jumping slightly in his excitement. Then he reached over and began to do the brunette's jeans.

There were no protests from Kale, and Vandy knew he had probably stopped thinking. He glanced up as he slid the zipper down, checking to make sure Kale was remembering to breathe, and he caught sight of the other's eyes locked on his cock. A grin split his lips and he shoved Kale's jeans open and down his legs slightly before climbing atop him and pulling a condom out of his shorts on the seat beside him. He tore it open with his teeth and reached down to unroll it onto the other's cock, brows raising at the sight of its size as he threw the wrapper behind him.

“Very nice.” He said cheekily as he scooted forward to slid down upon it. “Very very nice.”

Kale gasped below him. “Wait! What about-Uhhn!”

“Don't worry...” Vandy reassured, eyes closing as he felt himself being filled. “I'm already prepared. You never know if you'll get someone who'll let you have time for that, so I stretch and lube myself every hour of the night.” He continued to sink down on Kale's impressive length, shivering as he seated himself fully. “Oh yes, Baby, you feel so good.”

Kale was breathing heavily beneath him, hands clenching the seat by his boots. Vandy stroked his palms down Kale's arms and grabbed the other's hands, placing them both on his hips. Then he began to move, slowly at first, then a little faster when all Kale did was shudder against him.

“Mmmmm, Baby, oh, you feel so good in me! Yes, right there...Oh yes, uh!” Kale's grip on his hips grew stronger, and he helped Vandy move, pulling him closer and moaning breathily in his ear.

The sound drove Vandy wild and he sped up, all but humping forward as he felt himself growing close to orgasm already, which just wasn't fair. Maybe, he thought distantly, he could let a second round go for free. Kale certainly was hitting all the right spots, and he felt he deserved a reward for that.

His head was dipping down for another kiss, when there was a rather sharp knocking sound right near their heads. They both paused, and glanced to the side, out the open window.

A middle-aged police officer was standing outside their door, shining a light in at them.

“Excuse me boys, I'm going to have to ask you to stop what you're doing and get out of the car.”

Kale was frozen, rooted to the spot and Vandy was trapped in his arms. He wiggled, and smiled up at the police officer, innocence perfectly displayed on his face. “What seems to be the problem, Sir?”

The cop raised one eyebrow at his tone. “Well, son, I'm afraid that prostitution is illegal in this state. And I saw you on the street earlier. This here gentleman,” He gestured to Kale, who was still refusing to even breathe. “Has an obvious disregard for the law, since you two are now so intimately...engaged, and I'm going to have to arrest the both of you.”

Van laughed loudly, surprising both Kale and the cop. “You think I'm a real prostitute? That's hilarious!” He continued to giggle. Sure, the whole scene was very convincing; the money strewn on the seat, Vandy's clothing, their isolated location, and of course, the condom wrapper on the dash, but Vandy didn't think it would be that convincing.

The officer cleared his throat and looked him over. “Are you attempting to tell me that you're not a prostitute?”

Kale was looking at him like he had grown a second head, but Van just smiled, still sort of giggling. “I know it sounds weird, but this here,” He shook Kale's shoulders where he had a grip on them. “-is my boyfriend, Kale. My name's Van. I'm not a prostitute, though I am dressed like one on purpose. See, me and my boyfriend are just role-playing tonight, you know, to spice up our sex life.”

Van could hear Kale gasping in panic beside him, and he saw the cop's eyes full of doubt and a barely there hint of suspicion.

“Can you prove that to me, son?”

“Sure! Let me just get his wallet! We have a bunch of pictures of the two of us.” Since Kale was obviously in a shame-coma and couldn't help, Van rooted around in the front seat where it was thrown and pulled up Kale's wallet slowly, so he didn't freak out the police officer. He held it up, offering it out the window.

As the officer looked through it, he pointed out the various photos of him and Kale. “See, that's us at our apartment. And this one is Christmas at my grandfather's house. Oh! Here we are in bed, snuggling with our cats, Piper and Ransom. And this one's my favorite. That's us on the night Kale asked me to move in.” Though he was focused on making sure the police officer could clearly see their relationship, he could also feel Kale growing soft inside him. And that was just a shame. “So you see, this isn't anything illegal.”

Sighing slowly, the officer closed the wallet and handed it back. “Well, actually, engaging in sexual acts in public is technically illegal, but since I had interrupted you on suspicion of prostitution, I'm going to let you boys off. But, I need to you get dressed and head on to your home if you're going to finish this, alright?”

“Oh definitely! Thanks, Sir! Can we just have some privacy to get ourselves in order?”

There was a static-filled crackled from the radio on the cop's shoulder, and he paused before answering. “Okay boys, I've got more important fish to fry, but you two get on out of here, or I'll have to arrest you anyway. Now, get a move on.” And he slapped the roof of the car, talking into his walkie-talkie and walking back to his car.

Only after he drove away, did Kale finally relax in Van's arms. “Oh jesus, I can't believe I agreed to do this! And we got caught! Christ, I feel like I'm going to die.”

Van just laughed, amused by his lover's obvious embarrassment, but also the obvious erection that was still half-hard inside of him. “God, you're adorable. We weren't doing anything terribly wrong, and you know you were into this. You almost came as soon as we started! Face it, this is the hottest thing we've done for a while.” He leaned in close again. “You're so hot. Oh god, and that stutter! You know what that does to me. How did you manage to sound so convincing?”

Kale blushed and hung his head, a little smile gracing those lips. “You looked so good in those clothes. It...made me nervous.”

Vander almost came right then. He shifted a little, eliciting gasps from them both, then settled again, pressing closer to his lover. “This old thing?” He asked, motioning to his clothes. “I had no idea you liked this ratty stuff so much.”

Kale's arms tightened around his back, head tilting up and lips making light contact with Van's collarbone. Against his skin, he murmured, “You're stunning. I've never seen anyone so gorgeous in all my life. You could wear a burlap sack and still be beautiful.”

At the soft declaration, Van felt his chest grow warm, and he smiled a silly grin. He carded his fingers through Kale's soft hair and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You're so perfect.” It wasn't what he wanted to say exactly, but he knew that Kale could sense what he meant.

He just wasn't ready to say anything more...concrete yet.

Shifting once more, and trying to bring back the blood flow back to his folded legs, Van breathed in the soft musk of Kale's sweat and asked, “So...Wanna finish fucking me?”

When Kale didn't answer right away, Van knew his answer, and he began to move again, using the back of the seat as leverage to pull himself up and then drop back down.

“Uhn...Van...Don't...” Kale moaned hoarsely, hands reaching out to aid Van in his movements even as he spoke resistance. “That cop-”

“Is gone.” Van finished for him, breath coming quicker as the low burn in his cock began to heat up again. He needed deeper penetration, he needed to feel Kale all the way in. “Wait, Baby, help me out here.” There was some fumbling and shifting, each trying desperately to keep close contact, then Van had one leg lifted and perched against the top of the seat behind Kale, and the other he spread further out, against the door. “Oh yes!” He moaned, head falling back as Kale's sparse pubic hair tickled his cock. It sent little jolts along his spine. “Oh Baby, you feel so good!”

Their bodies were flattened together, each having little room to move, but not needing much, and the windows began to fog with their breaths as they moved against each other. It didn't take long for either of them to reach their peaks again, and they both teetered on the edge.

“Oh god, Kale, yeah, fuck me! Oh yes, fuck me!” As his orgasm drew closer, Van tried to reach between their bodies to stroke himself to completion, but Kale stopped him, arms gripping his ass and pulling him closer. Van's cock was trapped between their bellies, and he humped forward even as he pushed back, finger's returning to curl in Kale's hair as he moaned with each deep plunge.

Kale was breathing heavily in his ear, not saying anything like always, but moaning harshly as those steady hips thrust up. Forceful fingers delved inwards, caressing the sensitive skin around his anus, right where they were joined.

“Oh Kale! I'm close!” He cried, face drawn tight from the growing spiral of pleasure, and he tightened his arms around Kale's neck, drawing their faces together in a heated kiss. He pulled Kale's bottom lip between his own and sucked hard, tongue snaking out to tease along the top of his mouth. It delved deep, tasting the moist cavern of his lover's mouth, and pulling soft gasps from him. When Kale reacted and battled back, suckling on Van's lips, he came, keening high pitched in his throat as his whole body tightened around Kale's and he spilled between them.

A moment later, Kale's fingers dug into the supple flesh of his rear and he broke the kiss, shouting hoarsely and dipped his head down to rest in the hollow of Van's collarbone. “Van...” He breathed, warm moisture seeping out from his lips.

Van slumped, leaning back against the wheel and accidentally setting off the horn. They both jumped, Van's leg dislodging from the seat back and Kale slipping out of his body. Then Kale chuckled.

“Way to ruin the mood, Van.”

“Oh shush.” He answered, giggling as well. “I can't really enjoy the afterglow anyway with this wheel jabbing my ass.”

Surprising him, Kale replied cheekily, “You weren't complaining when it was my dick jabbing your ass.”

Van stared, mouth hanging open, then he smiled widely, beaming at his lover. “My goodness, aren't we sassy! Could it be I've finally corrupted you?”

Kale gave him a soft smile in return, leaning forward to kiss him gently and then he pulled Van back to his chest, molding their bodies together again. “I can't be corrupted by an angel.”

Van flushed, his whole self shaking slightly, and he hummed quietly, pleased. His lover could be such a sap sometimes. Though, he ate up every word and held them inside as his most precious memories.

“Besides,” Kale asked, breaking Van out of his silent revelry. “Wasn't it your idea to do this in the car? I suggested we use a hotel, but you said this was sexier.”

“So? Just cause I said it, doesn't make it right. You shouldn't believe everything you hear, you know.”

Kale gawked at him for a moment. “How is it, that you can be the one who's wrong, and still make me feel like I'm the one who made the mistake?”

Van smirked, reaching down between them to pull the soiled condom off Kale. He threw it in the backseat despite the brunette's disgusted protests. “Because I am perfect, and you love me.”

Kale looked at him with perfect honesty in those eyes. “Yes, I do. I love you, Van. So much.”

Van averted his eyes, smiling softly and trying not to giggle at the happy feeling bubbling in his chest. He knew Kale loved him, knew it with every cell of his body, but it still made him feel shy and unsure. In return, he knew he loved Kale, or at least he was as close to love as he could get so far, but there was something holding him back from saying it aloud. So he just grinned, biting his lip and gazing up at Kale's expectant face below his long lashes. “I know.”

Instead of frowning at his inability to return the confession, which Van had expected, Kale just smiled and nuzzled forward, nosing the delicate skin of his neck and kissing his pulse point. He mumbled happily into his side and sighed. “This was good. We should go home though, and get some real loving in our bed. Nice and slow, just like you like.”

Van leaned into the touch and nodded quickly, wanting to be loved just like that. Kale could make him come fast or slow, and though both were amazing and sometimes Van just needed to come quickly, the times when Kale held him on the edge of orgasm were mind-blowing.

He edged himself back to the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt, a serious expression on his face as Kale started the car. He didn't like to drive with Kale. Not that he doubted Kale's skill, but given his history with cars, he didn't think he'd ever be truly comfortable in a moving vehicle.

“Okay Baby. Let's go home.”

THE END


AN: If you like this story, please go to my author page and check out my other stuff. It's all boy/boy stuff. Some other Originals (which I HIGHLY recommend), and some fanfics. THANKS!