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Giriko never really knew what his goal was, going back to school like this.
Well “back”. He had never gone to college or anything, a happy enough carpenter that made plenty for his lifestyle. So… it was probably just that Arachne was far too convincing for her own good, pressuring him to come back to ‘keep her company’. Something that clogged up Giriko’s throat and made him stiffen up like he had just felt a bone break.
There was just no way he could say no, even though he knew and was quickly proven right, that she really only wanted him there to make sure other people wouldn’t bother her or even try to get close. Giriko had such a repellent personality that no one ever really
wanted
to be around him, which worked perfectly for Arachne herself, as someone who didn’t want others around her either.
Although Giriko didn’t scare absolutely everyone off, there were still others that showed up and some of them Arachne did welcome herself. Giriko was indifferent to most of them, but did hate who was unfortunately Arachne’s second best friend. Or well, Giriko would say he was better than that shit head until it was proven without a doubt otherwise, he was second.
It all was ok, but Giriko wasn’t exactly taking any of it seriously, and he really didn’t need to. People always thought he was a complete dumbass, including classmates, but he was doing more than fine in his shitty classes even bent back against his chair snoring with his mouth open. He had worked on research before this, just not through a school’s BS.
Not that anyone would believe him. Lots of these idiots didn’t seem to comprehend you could be doing intelligent things without a degree but whatever, it wasn’t any skin off Giriko’s nose. He wasn’t looking for something stupid like praise. He wasn’t even really looking for the fancy piece of paper he’d most likely end up getting with how long Arachne’s planned work here would be.
In the end, all of this shit he was doing was really only for an excuse to loiter.
Loiter somewhere that was so
painfully
boring… at first.
It took a month or so before Giriko took note of a kid. A brat who had apparently been enrolled at 13, and not for his amazing intelligence or anything. Giriko couldn’t figure out how exactly that happened, it seemed to be some kind of loophole or crap… but it wasn’t really clear
why
it had been done. What purpose they could’ve had for cramming him in with everyone else so young.
There was no way for Giriko to really figure it out because he only heard this as rumors and at this point Justin was 17… So there probably wasn’t anyone
but
him that knew how it worked. 17 and working on a masters… It was kinda wild. Might’ve been impressive if it weren’t for the fact that he was apparently mastering in religious studies… which had to be the biggest waste of time Giriko could ever imagine.
After hearing a couple passing rumors and asking some random questions himself, Giriko found himself growing actually interested in the mess he saw pass by in the halls every other week. Too interested. He wasn’t able to really figure out much of anything just by looking at the kid, but still could get some inklings with a bit of common sense.
He had been able to deduce that the kid’s best friend was a man with a million teddy bear keychains on his bag for one thing, showing that Justin wasn’t entirely isolated… but even that guy didn’t seem to be amazing at getting his attention. Whenever Giriko saw them it was mainly that guy dragging him around, gushing about the newest movie or something and promising that he’d pay if the other came with him.
Also Justin was apparently one of the honor students here, on some high end roll that he really was…
weird
to see in the line up of, considering how much younger he was than the rest of them. Even his teddy bear loving friend seemed well over Justin’s age, and was also somehow on that line up. He really didn’t scream ‘honor’s student’ to Giriko but who knew what shit they did up there.
Watching them up there during school events or whatever Giriko had to wonder if Justin was like being forced to be up there or something. He always looked more than miserable. Looking off into the distance with a 100 yard stare when he wasn’t the one under direct attention. He
was
really bubbly and happy looking when he was the one being addressed, but it’d take an idiot to think that was a real personality.
Giriko wasn’t sure when he started growing
so
interested in Justin, when his curiosity started or
why
it had started. Probably just from the rumors, there was a fair amount of gossip about him after all. Well, not much
gossip
, but his story of ending up here was widespread and with most of the details unknown, people would occasionally chatter about it.
There were so many guesses at this point that it was just assumed they were all wrong.
That annoyed Giriko. He wanted to know what was happening over there already. The fact that again, so many people had made guesses about this, made Giriko painfully aware that his ideas were just as useless as the rest. It drove him crazy. Now that he had gotten stuck in these thoughts he
had
to know the answers, but he also had no idea at all how to find them.
The entry point he ended up finding really came out of nowhere. He hadn’t even been looking for one, he actually hadn’t even been thinking of finding one. It all came out of nowhere. An opening that came late at night and left him in a dull shock. At least a minute passed before his finger twitched and hesitantly clicked the link.
He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous, why he even considered not clicking it and pretending it never happened. This was pretty amazing… but it also would change everything. Everything had already changed just from seeing the preview, but things would change even more if he pressed play. A big decision… in some way.
It took longer than expected to load, the little circle spinning endlessly, but when it did Giriko’s heart jumped into his throat. Blue eyes staring into his soul, so entrancing, or rather entrapping. Instantly Giriko identified them as Justin, but also everything about the kid’s demeanor was completely different.
Justin’s smile was bright and cheeky, a twinkle in his eye as he bit the tip of his pointer finger. Little white teeth smiled as he delicately pushed down to show how plush his lips were, somehow able to make it seem as if
that
part of the display was entirely unintentional. There was intelligence in each of his movements, perfectly planned out displays that said he fucking knew what he was doing…
That this certainly wasn’t his first time.
“Hello again, how are you all doing today? Am I live?”
Giriko’s throat felt dry. There wasn’t exactly anything that weird happening here… yet. The, uh, site this was on said that it was going to go in a very different direction soon though. The comments did as well.
“Ah good. You know, I was thinking about getting a new camera, I can never tell if this one is streaming me right.”
Justin’s smile was so warm, as someone who sort of knew the kid in real life, or at least had seen him in real life, it looked incredibly foreign. It wasn’t like Giriko saw Justin all the time but he saw the boy enough to know he didn’t normally look like this. Not at all.
“Oh? Was that for the camera? What generosity. I’ll have to repay you somehow.”
Suddenly a few more donations came in. Giriko was in a silent shock still, his brain couldn’t keep up with this.
“Ah am I being fought over now? Do you all want my
personalized
attention?”
Justin bit his lip as he said that, as if he was eager to hear the answer… was he eager? Kid was a good actor, Giriko couldn’t exactly tell what was being faked and what wasn’t. He was going under the assumption it was all fake though. After all, Justin had huge motivation to act like he was happy, he was getting paid for this.
Paid
well
just from the few seconds Giriko had been here.
Giriko wasn’t sure how much time passed before he got a hold of himself, got over the shock and accepted what was happening here. That this
asshole
who had been haunting Giriko’s mind for too long now was doing something far more than just explicit in his free time. Was already missing most of his shirt, letting it slip down far past his shoulders. Only on enough to tease.
“We’re lucky today… or maybe not, I’m sure a few of you will get all sad.”
Giriko wasn't sure when exactly he spaced out, but that snapped him right back to attention, no longer just staring and listening
closely.
He wasn't sure what exactly Justin was saying, what he was referencing, and he certainly didn't get an answer immediately. No, just like the rest of this it was drawn out, making people stay for longer and longer so they could see what was next. Where this would go.
“There's no reason to fret though, because it just means it could be you.”
Justin leaned over quite a bit, showing nothing but his chest for a bit as he fiddled with the camera. Upon first look it screamed inexperience, that he couldn’t work the camera without staring deeply into the labels, but it obviously wasn’t because of that.
No, he was just showing off his chest in the most discreet way. Selling an image of someone who wasn’t actually looking to tease but clearly was. Giriko had to wonder how many people were fooled and how many were just enjoying the fantasy. There was probably a good amount of both.
There was a bit of zoom in and out before it settled into a picture that showed a much larger portion of the room. That showed there was another man there. His face was kinda cut out of the picture, but he also didn’t seem to be nervous in any way, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Still wearing underwear but that was it.
Sure enough the chat exploded with both the reactions Justin predicted, excitement and jealousy. Giriko couldn’t decide how he felt about it himself. He was still just in a dead shock… Never in a million years would he have guessed that
this
is what their mysterious honors student was doing. The kid that Giriko was just now remembering majored in
religion.
Not that Giriko believed in any of that crap, but seriously? Weren’t they supposed to be against promiscuity? Apparently not considering Justin was out here licking up another man’s bulge on fucking camera here, and was also apparently doing a good job with it by the sigh that came out of the man. A sigh that turned almost into a whimper as Justin brought him out of his briefs, with one little finger, having him almost bounce up to attention.
Fuck…
Giriko wasn’t planning on jacking off today, but hell it if he didn’t have some good encouragement right now.
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“Hi there, Picture Perfect.”
When they ran back into each other, it was a pretty normal afternoon, sun shining and temperatures cool. Giriko’s voice was a bit too excited though, he had almost run over to the kid with this rather awkward starting line. Embarrassing but Giriko wasn’t willing to miss this chance, who knew when he’d see Justin next, it wasn’t like they frequented the same areas at all.
Justin turned looking over at Giriko with a confused face and an upturned brow. He really didn’t seem to know what Giriko was going off on or why he had come over. He didn’t seem as annoyed, just tired, clearly not interested in this and wanting to go along with his day. Giriko gained an awful smirk knowing that Justin absolutely was not going to be going about his day after this.
“I found something of yours the other day.” There was absolutely nothing behind Justin’s eyes. No sort of emotion at all… it was kind of scary. Giriko wondered if Justin had already figured this out and was trying to be intimidating, or if he was just really tired and done with this. It seemed to be the latter, just looking to go about his day more than anything.
“What are you talking about? I think you have the wrong person, I haven’t lost anything recently.” The words weren’t friendly, but weren’t
unfriendly
either. Just dull, uninterested and 1 step away from leaving Giriko in the dust and ending this. Giriko’s smile grew as he thought of how fast that attitude was going to change. Any minute now.
“Oh no it's not an item, it's some
‘art’
so to say.” Giriko leaned down, making them level and so he could whisper his next words.
“Some pretty videos about how good you are at taking cock.”
That
got a reaction, Justin finally breaking his tired uncaring behavior with wide eyes. A hand going over his mouth and nose in a way that made Giriko think he was watching an old lady react to a swear word. It looked like Justin wanted to say something, but Giriko didn’t give him a chance.
“I couldn’t have imagined you’d be hiding such a secret, but it was plain as day. Perhaps we’re in a dream though. I bet it feels like a nightmare to you.” Justin’s eyes darted around for a bit, an anxious move that was surprising to see on this kid… but also not too shocking. Giriko’d be pretty fucked up if he found out someone knew his darkest secret or something as life ruining as this.
“Well, what do you want? Are you looking to blackmail me or something?” Giriko leaned back, having a moment of shock himself. What was he looking for? Rocking back on his heels Giriko stared at the ceiling for a second, trying to think about all of this from that angle.
“Ah… yeah that's something I can do now, isn’t it?” The way Justin bristled, his shoulders going up the same way an angry cat’s would… It was cute. Giriko wondered if he had bothered to go up to Justin before this what he would’ve been like. This aggressive? Certainly not, and that would’ve been no fun.
“Let’s have sex, become fuck buddies so to say. I’m sure that wouldn’t be the worst thing to you considering how you seem to like making men cum.” Justin looked absolutely outraged, as if he wanted to knock Giriko unconscious and burn his body.
“Are you so desperate for sex that you have to blackmail people into it? That’s pretty pathetic.” Calling those words venomous was an understatement. The kid had his hands on his hips and was puffing himself up, standing up to this with far more strength than Giriko expected. He did falter a little bit when he realized Giriko wasn’t all that bothered by his words though. Shocked that someone could take those insults without flinching…
A thing that just made Giriko all the more interested, all the more certain that Justin was in fact coming from a very different world. That this would be a real clash of lifestyles. Giriko was honestly excited, Justin didn’t seem to agree.
“No, but I’ve been watching you for a long time.” The way Justin blanched, turned sheet white and maybe even a bit purple… said Justin really had taken that in the worst way possible. For a second Giriko was worried the boy was going to pass out or something.
“What horrors has your mind come up with over there? You’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost.” That seemed to snap Justin out of it, reminding him he was currently in a conversation. Giriko raised an eyebrow at how the boy brushed down his shirt, smoothing back down to get a hold of himself before he responded.
“I… I mean you’re a self admitted stalker, how can that
not
be worrying.” It was Giriko’s turn to be shocked and worked up there. Absolutely not interested in being called that! Much more insulted than being called pathetic. He had heard pathetic before, but he was not interested in getting the reputation of being obsessed with some brat. This was just fun, not some sort of obsession!
“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t call me that! I’ve just been seeing you in the halls and at fucking speeches or whatever. I wasn’t seeking you out until I ran into the videos!” Justin looked significantly calmed with Giriko’s little outburst, moving to now having his hands on his hips again. He no longer looked scared or even intimidated- just annoyed. That made two of them at least.
“Well, you certainly didn’t get that across well. Do you have a problem with usually saying things in the most horrific way you can?” Sucking his teeth Giriko got a bit of his anger soothed when he saw how Justin jumped the tiniest bit from the sharp noise. Still somewhat wary of this, not as confident as he was making himself seem.
“I’m not sure, no one’s pointed it out at least… but I certainly am not known as someone easy to talk to either.” The look Justin gave him was the furthest thing from amused, not happy with that answer but still taking it. Which he fucking should because it was nothing but a confirmation. If he wanted to get all worked up over his own insults, so be it. Giriko could feel himself getting pissed.
“You say that with too much pride. Do you like being insufferable?” There was a weird tension between them, Justin really seemed to be… What? Trying to scare him off? Trying to annoy him? The annoying part was sort of working but that really wouldn’t work out
well
if they continued down this path. Justin still owed him here.
“Yeah. I’ve actually been hired for it.” Justin raised a brow, more than unsure, on the edge disbelieving but not quite yet. That would be an incredibly weird thing to lie about after all. Also Giriko was actually being serious. He had been a security guard once or twice and Arachne did bring him here for the sole reason of him being abrasive. She wasn’t
paying
him per say, but was covering all of this for his compliance.
“So misery loves company with you?” Giriko wasn’t sure what exactly brushed him the wrong way with those words, but he didn’t really need to. All he needed to know was it pissed him off and made a threatening smile peel up his face.
“Hey hey hey, we’re not here for you to fucking psychoanalyze me. Get your armchair therapy shit out of here.” Somehow this little brat still had the balls to look at him from some holier-than-thou place as if he felt good about all of this and proud he had made Giriko annoyed. What a little fucking shit.
“Seems I hit very close.” Cracking his jaw, Giriko did what he could to not flip out here. Not only was it exactly what
Justin
wanted, but it wasn't what
Giriko
wanted either. It’d be another distraction and he was getting impatient. Justin wasn’t the easiest to talk to himself.
“Yeah shut up. That's not what we’re here for.” There was a second Justin looked confused, obviously expecting the blow up Giriko pushed back. Obviously disappointed.
“Rightttttttt, so you want to have sex? Really?” Justin somehow still looked doubtful, as if he couldn’t possibly understand why Giriko wanted this. Which honestly confused Giriko himself. Surely the boy knew he was desirable, his entire ‘side job’ clearly relied on that. So what was the hang up here?
“Why are you acting shocked by that, isn’t that kind of the attention you’re looking for here? You have to get those men from somewhere.” Justin’s face was back to being red. A cute flush that was self conscious and completely uninterested in acknowledging that. Giriko took a second just to watch the struggle before coming to a realization.
“Actually, where
do
you get them? You’re still too little for bars aren’t you? And just the average man wouldn’t be ready off the bat for filming porn, would they?” Justin flinched the slightest bit, confirming that he wasn’t using bars. Only predictable, but did just raise the question even further. Giriko had been involved in shady shit within his life but never this…
field
. It made things more unsure.
“Are you selling yourself too? Getting a two way income?” Giriko whispered the words, getting close enough to Justin to say them almost silently. Something done both to be threatening but also offering sympathy, not spreading the word to anyone who might end up walking by. Justin seemed to get both meanings, both thankful and hateful.
“That isn’t any of your business.” Whispered. Their conversation was now under their breath, moving into something far more serious. Both of them suddenly tense. Well, Giriko was suddenly tense. He had started out pretty carefree and a bit excited here, but now he was settling as the seriousness of this all was coming down on him.
“I think it is, if we’re going to be ‘friendly’ now.” All of this was more than illegal, that had only crashed down on Giriko now. Justin
was
in fact too young for bars, too young for sex in general at 17. Giriko had kind of forgotten that with the pretext of all of this being porn Justin had made himself. Happily made if his acting wasn’t completely false.
“We aren’t friendly, and won’t be.” Biting his cheek Giriko leaned back on his heels, thinking about all that. Taking himself back from all the seriousness and deciding where to go from here. Justin seemed to get more worked up somehow though. Maybe scared that Giriko was dismissing all of this now and going to tell on him or some shit.
Giriko offered some pity and eased those worries as casually as he could. Keeping distance though. He was not looking to actually offer help.
“Ok ok, not really anything that really matters to me anyway.” A weird quiet came over them. Justin seemed to understand. He seemed to understand that Giriko wasn’t here to really fuck things up for him or anything… Still Justin stayed silent. There was next to nothing between them anymore. Giriko hated how much of this conversation relied on him.
“So… I’m not gonna have to pay, right?” The glare Justin was giving him was fucking beautiful. Finally back to something interesting.
“I like seeing you mad. You got such a rage down under it all, don’t you?” It was a shot in the dark, but the shine in Justin’s eyes said the answer to that was
yes.
Giriko couldn’t decide if he was surprised or not.
“Only someone such as yourself could actually enjoy others being mad with them.” Humming Giriko thought of that for a second. No one had told him that before. People weren’t usually interested in thinking about him for longer than a second, no one wanted to consider an asshole’s feelings. Justin was already even more than he had been expecting.
“I won’t argue there. Really you should be thankful I’m this way though.” Justin raised a brow, somewhere between disbelieving and curious as to why he could possibly be thankful here. Giriko only smiled in turn, excited with that silent question. More than ready to explain.
“You think someone else holding shit over you like this would be so willing to be your punching bag? To let this tantrum keep going?” There was certainly a reaction there. Justin stiffening mainly, but Giriko also saw a million emotions pass through the boy’s eyes. So much and so fast that there was no hope to pick out even
one
of them, much less follow them in any kind of comprehensible way.
“Don’t fucking say that, it makes me sound like a child.” It was amazing how Justin
spat
that. Giriko wasn’t sure the last time he had heard someone say something so
bitter
… Which was saying a lot, because he was more than used to bastards screaming at him. Justin saw his surprise and stood strong against it. Refusing to take anything back.
“You are one aren’t you? 17 is what I’ve heard, so really dancing with danger here doing something so illegal all the time.” Bringing that back up really made Justin grit his teeth, clearly knowing this was a point Giriko had against him here. A big one.
“It’s not like I’ll be the one to actually get in trouble, is it?” The words were hissed, a threat thrown right back at Giriko. It was a pretty good one, but it didn’t phase Giriko as much as the kid seemed to be hoping it would.
“Y’know,
never knew what to think of you being so dead silent and uppity around the school, and now I’m sure no one else does either. Something like this would be in the goddamn news otherwise.” It seemed like Justin was having an aggressive reaction to that. Knowing Giriko was right but not obviously not thrilled to have someone have that kind of power over him. The boy’s mouth opened, probably to say something crass- but Giriko cut him off.
“But- I’ll keep your secret. Hell, I’ll even help hide some of your shame… but at a price.” The price hadn’t changed from Giriko’s first request of sex, but Justin acted as if it did. Perhaps because he thought there was more or perhaps just angry to have the blackmail material spelled out in front of him like this.
“What if I don’t want to? What if I go screaming and tell people you were in on it? Trying to have sex with me?” A struggle for power, desperate to not be forced against a wall. Giriko had seen this more than he had really wanted to. Giriko had never really regret his ‘career path’ so to speak, but this did give him an uncomfortable feeling in his belly. Still, he didn’t lay off.
“Yes I wonder what if. Do you live on your own right now, or will you be taken from your parents? Where do you think you’ll go, and for how long? You turn 18 soon, if they do let you go after that you’ll suddenly be out in the world, all your money gained illegally taken from you and nowhere to go.” Nothing Giriko said was anything other than the truth. In fact, it was so true, so painfully true that you could argue it wasn’t even a threat.
After all, in that situation Giriko wouldn’t have done anything at all. If Justin went running that was what would happen, no effort at all on Giriko’s part. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even get in trouble, other than a slap on the wrist of course. ‘Wanting to have sex with a minor’ was a far throw from having sex with one.
“I hate you.” That was the most emotional Giriko had ever heard Justin being. Which wasn’t saying much since he didn’t
really
know Justin at all… but it still seemed noteworthy.
“Fair enough, but also you know good and well you were who dug this hole for yourself.” At this point Giriko was wondering if Justin was going to try to beat him up or something. If he did, he’d lose with how shrimpy he was, but it looked like passion might overcome reason over there.
“But you’re the one taking advantage of it.” The words were
hissed,
Justin clearly wishing straight hell on Giriko. Expected, but Giriko actually had a hard time remembering who was the last person that had wished such harm on him. It had shockingly been awhile. Things like that had kind of taken the back stage…
“You’re sharper than I’d imagine.” Justin didn’t look amused with the half hearted compliment.
“What were you imagining? A dumb kid making careless videos? I wouldn’t be alive anymore if I was so daft.” That took a second to load in Giriko’s mind. Of course it did, it carried a lot of hidden meaning in it. So much said but also kept quiet. It hit Giriko’s heart in a weird way and he did his best to brush it off.
“So you’re practiced in these games then?” Justin didn’t respond, but he didn’t really need to.
“Well, I’m sure you’re as done as me with all this shit. No one ever likes talking real life and I’m no different.” Giriko said the words with a sigh, and was also happy to see they made Justin relax a bit too. No longer tense enough to have a bullet ricochet right off his body into the next guy. It gave both of them a second to breathe, a second for Giriko to remember why he was even here in the first place.
“So, is it your place or mine? I assume you’re not thrilled with the idea of right here, but if you are…” That brought Justin right back to this moment as well. Reminding both of them why they were here. ‘Why’ That didn’t sound right to say but Giriko wasn’t sure how else to put it. Justin didn’t seem to offer anything.
“No. Uh- er… a hotel?” Giriko scratched the side of his head, but not in confusion as much as it was in consideration. A second where he realized they were really doing this, that logistics was something that needed to be taken into account. Justin took his silence as distaste.
“I don’t trust you in my house but I don’t trust going to yours either.” Firm words and an even firmer expression. All Justin was missing was hands on his hips to be in the standard self-important pose. If Giriko were to give Justin one compliment -an innocent compliment- it would be how unwavering he was.
“Wow, such mistrust.” Giriko’s voice was starting to dip into sleazy, getting himself on the track of what he
came
here for. He was done with all this drama getting in the way. Justin somehow seemed to agree. Looking terribly done with this back and forth.
“Can you blame me?” Giriko gave a bit of a shrug and a sigh, rolling his head on his shoulders and looking up to the old panel ceiling.
“No… No I guess not. So do you know a place?” Flicking his eyes down to Justin Giriko was surprised that Justin didn’t flinch from the threatening movement. Even now standing strong, not even hesitant about going into this. He knew what he had to do here and wasn’t scared at all, or at least did an amazing job of hiding it.
“Yes, just shut up for a minute and we’ll get there.” Giriko raised a brow, but obeyed, following after Justin with little to no contest. They stayed quiet for a bit, but not long.
“I can’t believe I have to be seen with you.” Justin was well in front of Giriko, so he couldn’t see the horrible smile Giriko got on his face hearing that. He loved it. It was so much better to have some bite back, some
personality,
than having Justin treating this like a job.
“Harsh. What do you think will come from it? You think people will even bother to notice you’re hanging out with me?” Those words settled in Giriko’s brain with a weird aftertaste. That was something he hadn’t considered until now. He hadn’t thought of anything past telling Justin his findings honestly. This was far more impulsive than even Giriko of all people had ever been.
“So? Are you that popular?” Justin was. Giriko knew he was. The only reason Giriko even knew about Justin was because he was talked about a lot… but he wanted to see how Justin would respond to it all. If he’d be honest and let himself sound vain, or if he’d deny it all with a fury.
“I’m not sure, but I don’t want to even offer the chance. I am talked about though.” Boring answer, but made sense with what Giriko knew about Justin. Outside of the pure anger of this current interaction, Justin always seemed to talk as if he wasn’t actually himself. Speaking from an outsider’s perspective. Somewhere between humble and plainly honest.
“That is true, I’ve heard a lot. Mainly guesses on where you came from.” Giriko found himself spacing out a bit, thinking about what he had heard of Justin as well as what he had
seen
of Justin. Not in last night’s scandalous shots, but around the school.
“I know.” The voice Justin used sounded tired, so unbelievably tired. It made Giriko uncomfortable. Suddenly he was thinking about the kid he saw around the school, so withdrawn but sparkling in the spotlight. Playing it up for others sake all the time. Giriko was starting to get the sense that porn wasn’t the only thing going on behind the scenes for this kid.
“Where did you come from?” Giriko didn’t even consciously ask that question, it had come out before he even realized he was talking. No way he’d take it back though. He wanted the answer to that. In fact he wasn’t going to stop until he got one.
“I’m not answering that.” It was amazing at how toxic and commanding Justin’s voice was there, stopping dead in his tracks to look back at Giriko with an absolutely evil glare. It aroused Giriko far more than any of the BS Justin had done in those videos. Such a fucking delicious furrow of brows.
“So it
is
a big secret then? Not just that no one’s asked?”
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“Your chest is too flat.”
Giriko really wasn’t one to waste time and almost instantly after having their conversation and getting to a hotel he was grabbing on to the kid. Justin didn’t stop him, but he did make a noise of complaint. Giriko kept trying, working to grab what skin was there into his hands. It was amazing just how little there was there…
He could kind of manage something with really trying, not amazingly sexy, but pretty great in the sense that he was really starting to get Justin squirm here.
“What on earth were you expecting!? I’m not a woman!!” For a second Giriko regret hooking his head around Justin’s shoulder, really feeling that scream wreck his ears. It was almost like one of those pull alarms that was supposed to scare people away just by being deafening. Luckily it stopped quickly.
Whether or not Justin was planning to yell more, Giriko kept going. Stopping to try the boy’s nipples next, brushing a thumb over one and getting nothing but an uncomfortable noise. A bit of shock, but not really any kind of positive response… Pinching them tight Giriko pulled them a bit, seeing if he got anything with that. Not really, Justin only whimpered.
“Not very sensitive but I guess if you grab any piece of a skin tight enough it’ll start to feel something.” The noise Justin made said that was very much true, not pleased but
definitely
feeling it.
“Stop it… it hurts…” The words came out from between gritted teeth, Justin telling him to let go without those exact words. Giriko kept up for a second and then let go. The sigh of relief Justin made wasn’t as interesting as he would’ve hoped. He sounded incredibly normal, not aroused and certainly not anything like he did on camera.
“Alright alright, where are you sensitive then?” There was no answer to that, but Giriko really hadn’t been expecting one either. He was going to have to figure all of this out on his own here.
“Waist…?” Brushing his hand down the dip of Justin’s waist Giriko smiled at the awkward noise he got. Justin was clearly in some sort of panic, not lashing out or breaking down, but having issues with allowing Giriko to continue touching him like this. Whining when Giriko’s hands just kept going lower.
“Hips?” The wet way Giriko whispered that into Justin’s ear got him a beautiful groan. A defeated, tired, almost disgusted noise… but one that still said he won. That having his hands hot on Justin’s hips, not grabbing but heavy against the skin was doing what he wanted it to and making Justin finally start to respond.
But of course that wouldn’t be everything. There had to be more, much more.
“Stomach?” Justin was really moving around now, trying to get away from Giriko’s touch but unable to do that while being held. It seemed that Justin liked Giriko’s hands on his waist the most, but was wiggling a bit at how his fingers brushed up the brat’s little tummy…
Touching like this Giriko was really starting to realize how small the kid was. It had been kind of hard to guess that from afar but now that he was wrapped around the kid he was shocked at how big their size difference was. He was having way too much fun with it already. Justin seemed to just feel Giriko’s pleasure with it in the air, stiffening up despite nothing currently changing. Somehow knowing what Giriko was thinking.
“Let's see what's down here… I’m just now realizing you’re a master of angles, I don’t think I ever saw your dick. Are you shy?” There was a sharp inhale from Justin, he backed up a bit only to hit Giriko’s chest. More than just cornered. Thumbs slipped into his waistband and there was a shaking sigh out, somehow one that didn’t reveal too much emotion though. It didn’t sound like Justin was scared or anything, nothing was showing through besides just sheer tension.
Holding Justin’s stomach with one hand he grabbed the boy’s pants with the other, holding him steady and making sure there wouldn’t be any issue ripping the fabric down. Briefs and all, making a beautiful fucking whine come out of Justin. Backing up even further into Giriko as if that did anything. It might’ve been a smart reaction though with how Giriko reacted, licking his lips.
“So, you’re small… suits you though. I can’t imagine a boy like you ever topping.” It was amazing how red Justin’s face was. It didn’t look like the words were actually bothering him that much, he wasn’t insulted, but he was fucking annoyed to be having this conversation at all. Very understandable, but also interesting to see that he didn’t seem to be into the idea of topping himself.
“Well you’re going to have to help me here, I’ve only seen one of your videos, not exactly sure what you really like.” Giriko was bringing the porn up more and more, finding way too much pleasure at how it seemed to make Justin stiffen and go quiet in an embarrassed shame. Which made sense with the personality that he had seen on the boy before, but also didn’t with the personality he had seen online.
“It's amazing how scared you are of me saying that… Are you an absolutely amazing actor on those videos or what? Because you seem only disgusted right now, acting like sex is a fucking unholy crime.” Justin blew air, a lazy scoff that said he was unamused and uninterested in Giriko’s feedback here. Showing he valued Giriko’s opinion just as much as he valued a crumpled can on the road. It was amazing at how heartless Justin could sound in just a breath… and he wasn’t done there.
“It’s because it's you.” Laughing, Giriko found himself really enjoying that answer. So sassy and mean, like the mean girl in the biggest clique at a school. Giriko wished he knew that Justin was like this sooner, he was a lot more fun than Giriko ever could’ve predicted. Such a good bite to him, and not at all afraid even when stuck in a situation as fucking dangerous as this.
“Youch, that's mean. You might make me self conscious.” Justin could tell just as well as Giriko that those words were a lie, that Giriko didn’t actually give a fuck. Still, Justin stayed so quiet it was almost as if he felt bad about it. Which was fucking weird, the kid had been nothing but mean as fuck since this started, why was that different? Giriko watched a bit longer as he tried to get his own shirt off, realizing that instead of Justin feeling bad, he had started just tuning this all out.
“Hey. Don’t fucking space out on me dunce.” The light came back into Justin’s eyes in a little shock, being pulled back into this and having a moment where he just looked confused before settling back into his annoyance. It pissed Giriko off more than it had any right to.
“Damn to think an amateur pornstar has such crazy high standards.” That probably wasn’t the right way to put things right now but Giriko couldn’t care less. That fun flair of Justin being so bitey was gone. It had absolutely been ripped away from him with that moment of Justin just fucking spacing out on him. It was more than insulting and Giriko moved his hands back up Justin’s waist to pull at one of the boy’s nipples again, appreciating the hiss of displeasure.
“I am
not
a pornstar.” Justin’s voice was harsh, a firm slap down on Giriko’s wrist. It’d be a sign to stop for someone who cared more than Giriko did.
“Oh? Then what do you call what you were doing on my screen last night?” The smirk on Giriko’s face was straight evil, knowing how much he was getting to Justin and enjoying every second of it. Justin wasn’t stupid, he knew that Giriko was just messing with him, keeping him in this conversation for the sole purpose of making him uncomfortable and not out of any sense of wonder. Still, surprisingly, Justin was kind enough to try and give him a real answer.
Or maybe he was just looking for an answer himself.
“Er, Cam, I guess.” ‘Cam’ Giriko had heard the term before, but this was the first time hearing it out in the real world so to speak. People online seemed to use it as a new fangled thing, an
independent
amateur pornstar was basically what it translated to. Giriko scoffed not at the word itself, but that Justin felt the need to clarify or change it to a word that was pretty much the same thing. Real picky with it, huh?
“Alright to think a
camboy
has such high standards. That’s even more ridiculous sounding, don’t you think?” To Giriko it really did, he wasn’t even being especially hateful with that. Cam stars were almost certainly a dime per dozen these days, they really shouldn’t be so uptight with it all. That’d make it pretty fucking hard to stay afloat. Justin’s expression said he didn’t agree with that. Giriko went back to wondering where Justin got dicks for his shoots, what kind of guy dealt with this?
“I don’t. Even if I did, this isn’t about standards, it's about consent.” Ah. Well. Giriko supposed that answer really shouldn’t have been surprising but god was it annoying. Was Justin gonna be whining about their circumstances here the whole time?
“God you’re such a killjoy.” Finally Giriko got a smile from Justin, but it was a pretty cruel looking one. Happy with Giriko’s dwindling enjoyment. Happy to make him just as miserable as the kid was. As if it had to be that way. Justin really was such a piece of shit, refusing to even relent a
bit
of power here. Not anymore than he had to.
“Good. I want to be one.” It was an expected response considering what a nightmare Justin had been so far, but that didn’t make it any less annoying.
“You know you really are lucky it's me blackmailing you. I’ve said it once, but most really aren’t willing to put up with this.” Justin stopped there, but not entirely in deferral. It seemed like he was thinking. Trying to decide if this was really worth it after all. Giriko would be shocked if the kid actually decided that, but regardless- Justin shut Giriko’s thought process on it all down fast.
“Is that a threat?” Sighing so heavily that Justin jumped at the sound, Giriko let himself relax for a second. Taking a break to summon up the energy to deal with this. Giriko had wanted this to be more than a one time thing, he liked Justin’s looks and how he acted both in the camera lens but also his bitey side. This was getting
too
bitey though. It was starting to become a pain and one that Giriko wasn’t sure Justin’s cute little face and warm body was worth.
“Just like last time, no it’s not. It's just fucking disbelief.” Justin’s mouth opened again, going to say something back but then he just froze. Like a cat with all it’s hair standing up he was basically on his tip toes and unmoving. It was quite the reaction and it seemed to be surprising
both
of them. Justin did not at all look as if he knew what was happening and looked almost like he was in a panic.
“Oh? Did I get it?” The whimper that came out of Justin was
beautiful
, breaking off their serious confrontation entirely… and what a way to do it. Giriko’s lips pulled up into a sharp smile as he pet Justin’s back firmly, rubbing a thick thumb over the little bumps of Justin’s spine. Justin looked to be in a mix of fear and pleasure. Not sure what was happening but unable to deny that it felt really really
good
for him.
“So your upper back gets you all weak? That’s certainly new…” Justin shook his head, rejecting that idea but also quivering with how much of an affect Giriko’s hand was having. It was pretty amazing, Giriko just barely had touched his back and Justin’s knees were wobbling.
“Wow, has no one ever touched you here before?” Brushing a hand up Justin’s soft back, only marred by a mole or two, Giriko was amazed with the shiver he felt against his palm. It felt fucking amazing. The normal fatty areas like tits and asses that Giriko and most usually grabbed at didn’t have this kind of feeling to them. The muscles weren’t all tight and quivering, weren’t able to be felt so strongly. It was like Giriko could feel the pleasure thrumming through Justin with every heartbeat between them.
“Imagine what would happen if someone gave you a massage, you’d just black out I guess. This isn’t really a normal reaction.” Giriko got another panicked shake of Justin’s head, telling him not to even think about it but also making it so much more tempting. Justin had bent over a bit, not even seeming to realize that he was now pressing his butt up against Giriko’s crotch. Rubbing up against the older man and starting to get him hard. Moving this forward despite saying he didn’t want it at all.
“I kinda feel like your father or something patting and rubbing your back. This feels pretty weird on my end but your reactions are great.” Getting his second hand involved Giriko ran both up from the small of Justin’s back to his shoulders, moving from petting into something distinctly more sexual. Taking his own advice and getting this away from the potential father issues shit that was making
him
uncomfortable.
It was really an off hand comment though, a joke from a fleeting thought… but the way Justin cried out said Giriko had hit pretty close to home. That was something that Giriko had not intended to be digging up and he quickly moved past it, moving back to Justin’s waist.
“Well I’ll keep that in mind for later… let’s see what else.” Hooking his head over Justin’s shoulder Giriko watched where he was touching and watched the boy’s expressions as he did. Justin tried to turn a bit into him, to hide himself, but it really wasn’t working for him. In fact all it was doing was pressing them more and more into each other. Letting Giriko feel Justin so deeply inside his grasp.
“You… you heathen…” Giriko didn’t miss how Justin only said those words
after
Giriko took his hands off. It really made him wonder if Justin couldn’t speak when his hand was there, too overwhelmed and overstimulated to speak when he was being pet like that. Giriko was going to have to experiment with that later. Maybe brushing hands down to the kid’s soft shoulders while he was hammering the brat from behind.
“So did you gasp at everything in your porn just because you had to? Just trying to make it a good show? Or did you really showcase the things that made you feel good?” Justin's face started to burn, a beautiful little reaction Giriko couldn't see from this position but he could feel burn hot against his face.
“I’ll have to study next time if that's the case. I want you crying out more. Just that wasn't enough for me." Justin made a little whimper, bending away the slightest bit. It really wasn't much of a movement though. It couldn't be. Giriko pulled Justin even tighter against himself, giving a bit of a hum as he felt the boy's pert ass brush against his dick.
Justin was naked at this point, stripped quickly by Giriko's desire for as much skin as possible. However Giriko hadn't gotten his own pants off yet. Justin reacted to the rough denim with a whine which was a
bit
of a balm for the lack of skin contact but not enough of one.
“Go to the bed, I wanna get my own shit off. Get this going somewhere." Justin stiffened both in horror but also in a second where Giriko could
feel
Justin's desire to reject. To make himself trouble… but apparently he then decided it wasn't worth it and obeyed. Knowing he had to do this, that he still was indeed under blackmail here.
Giriko wondered if he would've liked that struggle and rejection more or not.
They stayed quiet for a bit, Justin the perfect pretty picture waiting on the pillows, long pale legs closed but laying out onto the covers. He looked annoyed at first but then got a shocked face as Girikos briefs came off. A beautiful little expression that made Giriko lick his lips with a drooling tongue.
"You’re…" Justin's voice was smaller than it ever had been, shy and squeaky. It was so good, an absolutely delicious way for someone to react to Giriko's still only half hard cock. Only half but quickly filling up, Justin was far too sexy like this..
"I’m what?" Giriko knew what Justin was referencing here, what he was shocked by, but he was enjoying this moment too much to cut it short. He had to after a bit though. Justin wasn't answering, wasn't speaking out his thoughts even under the pressuring silence. It was impressive, amazing to have a porn star, sorry,
camboy
in shock like this. Taking pity on the kid, Giriko answered the unsaid question as he approached, getting on the foot of the bed to corner Justin even further.
"Pierced?” Justin hesitantly nodded, looking far the other way. A soft rose covering his face and even shoulders. Giriko was used to people's shock over how far his piercings went, but that didn't make it any less delicious.
Especially
with it being this little bitch here. Justin's high headed personality silenced.
"I’m surprised you haven’t seen that before, all things considered you little whore.”
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“How dare you call me that! What a pig you are!" Apparently Justin’s tolerance had hit zero here because all of a sudden he swung out a palm, looking to slap Giriko in the face. He almost hit but Giriko was able to catch his wrist at the last second there, saving himself from what probably wouldn’t have been that bad of a hit but would’ve been pretty fucking rage inducing.
“That's what you are, right? Stop avoiding the titles you got yourself into.” The look on Justin’s face hearing that seemed almost pitying. Not pitiful, but as if he was seeing
Giriko
as the one to pity here. It worked Giriko up far too much and also just confused him. Why the fuck was he the one to feel bad for here!?
“Hey! Why the fuck are you looking at me like that? Wipe that smug ass expression off your face!” The look hadn’t really been smug but Giriko didn’t know what else to say. Justin surprisingly didn’t flinch at the outburst, only raised a curious eyebrow back. Seeming to find entertainment in it… little bastard… Gritting his teeth Giriko didn’t even get a chance to breathe out before Justin poked back.
“Oh? So you can’t take your own relentless mocking back? Even when it's only a look?” There was an entertained tone to Justin’s voice, he was enjoying this. Maybe even glad to not be the one getting annoyed here, probably for the first time between them. He had really been on the defensive this whole time, and that’s where Giriko wanted him.
“I fucking can but your eyes are screaming
pity
.” Giriko spat the word ‘pity’, saying it with so much hate he was surprised with himself. This was all Justin’s fault, he really kept setting Giriko off in the weirdest ways and Giriko… Well he was having issues dealing with it.
“Wow, haven’t I already called you pathetic once? You didn’t have this kind of reaction last time.” The word pathetic versus that look of pity were absolutely not the same thing. Giriko was used to being called pathetic, scummy, washed up, whatever. This wasn’t something he was used to, Justin had shot at him with those lame insults a few times, but those didn’t hit nearly as hard as being pitied.
Biting his cheek, Giriko swallowed some of his pride and moved on. Knowing he’d just give the kid more ammo if he kept things up.
“It's worse coming from a naked kid on his back. Or who was on his back, lay back down.” Justin gave a dramatic roll of his eyes, but did lay down and let Giriko bend over him. Meeting their equally annoyed gazes in what others would most likely consider a romantic moment. Real fucking romantic. Justin looked like he had eaten a lemon.
“You’re exhausting.” Justin barely whispered his complaint, knowing Giriko was close enough that he’d still hear it clear as day. Which he did, but he also didn’t rush to answer, instead digging around for lube. This was a really seedy hotel so Giriko was sure they had some… and that assumption was right. It took a bit to figure out where the hotel hid it, but of course it was just in one of the drawers.
“Ditto.” The little huff he got from Justin was cute. So disbelieving, as if Giriko was the only one on earth that would find Justin tiring.
“I can’t imagine what outburst of mine you could be comparing to that- ah!” Justin started out cocky but as Giriko finished lubing up his fingers and began to press them deep inside the kid, that quickly changed. Thank Christ, Giriko did not want to keep dealing with Justin acting like he was on a high horse here.
“Wait… they got condoms here right?” Digging in the side drawer again Giriko made Justin wait with his fingers still inserted to see if there were any included. The boy whined a bit, shifting and displeased by the oh so lackluster penetration and lack of attention he was getting while being touched in such a way.
Giriko gave him some attention in the way of a mischievous glance to the side.
“I don’t want to get something.” Smirking at Justin Giriko relished in the furious glare he got. Justin actually tried to push away, smacking at Giriko’s chest to get out of this. There was no chance, Justin was a twig compared to Giriko. Both of them knew there was no way Justin would be able to get away until Giriko wanted to let him go.
“How dare you, I do not have anything.” Justin was so good at giving little hisses, like a livid cat that was going to swipe if he kept pushing. Of course Giriko kept pushing regardless of that, not at all scared of a shrimp. In fact in response Giriko curled his fingers and pressed deeper, reveling in the gasp he got.
“Can I trust that with how many dicks you’ve taken?” It was clear Justin was still mad but at first all he did was whimper. One little fist grasping onto the pillows as Giriko gave him just the tiniest bit of stimulation. Not enough to satisfy, not by a long shot, but enough that it would be hard to focus. Justin gave a swallow, but then managed to keep that focus. Impressive.
“If- If you can’t then might as well just walk away.” The words sounded breathless, but still incredibly strong. It more than impressed Giriko, it started to make him fucking hard. He liked this bad attitude, it was so much better than what he would’ve expected from the kid he saw from a distance.
“You that desperate to get fucked raw?”
Justin scoffed so loud it sounded like he had hacked something up. The disgust and hate radiating off the boy was amazing, Giriko loved it. He loved spreading his misery. Plus Justin’s reactions were just great in their own right. Straightforward and even intelligent. Blind rage was its own kind of fun, but Justin’s measured responses were
interesting
.
“
No
, but I won’t sit here and get insulted.” Raising an eyebrow Giriko gave Justin a questioning look, as if he didn’t understand. As if he found this humorous. The second of which was true, but he obviously wasn’t confused, he knew how much of a dick he was being right now. Still playing stupid seemed to be working up Justin more than others.
“It’s an insult for someone to want to be safe?” Waiting a second for Justin to try and respond, Giriko gave a sharp smile and scissored his fingers. The gasp he got in response was beautiful, Justin even threw his head back a bit. A warm flush going down to his shoulders as Giriko curled his fingers, searching for the kid’s prostate.
“No, and don’t do this act. We both know what the insult was…” Justin’s voice wasn’t nearly as powerful as it was when they started, now moving to little breathless words. Still it was pretty amazing Justin was still trying. It was really going to Giriko’s cock. Licking his lips Giriko bit down on his lower one as he really tried to take in the picture in front of him.
“You’re so fiery, I would’ve never expected that from how you are online… and in the school.” Justin sneered at that. It was a pretty threatening look, but one that fell apart into something strained as Giriko finally found it. Which made Justin react like he was hit by a live wire, his body tense and giving a little cry. Giriko didn’t offer any mercy and massaged his fingers deeper and deeper into the spot, fully enjoying Justin’s gasping.
The kid really truly was beautiful. Blonde hair melting into pale skin, long lashes and long legs. He had little rose bud lips, he was really made for this. As tempting as one possibly could be, enough so that Giriko felt a minor pang of jealousy over the fact that undoubtedly countless other men had been in his place before. That to Justin he was just another job.
Apparently while deep in his thoughts he had slowed down a bit and Justin had managed to get a hold of himself, pushing away and disconnecting them. It was a disappointment but also needed to be done if they really wanted to get hot and heavy.
“Well in both of those I have an
image
to obtain, I do not need to do any such thing here.” That was true, Giriko wanted this raw emotion, but also he was surprised Justin wasn’t scared. Wasn’t being more of a kiss up to try and keep Giriko as silent as possible. Maybe he had just realized from how Giriko was acting that it was ok, that would be the more preferable option here.
“So this is your real personality then? Under all the showmanship?” Justin was quite annoyed with that accusation, but he also didn’t argue. A very honest display. Not a smart one though, because Giriko was finding he quite liked that face on Justin. Pursed lips, a furrowed brow and just an
aura
of a haughty distaste. It made Giriko all the more inclined to tease and poke.
Speaking of which, Giriko wiped his now free, but sticky fingers off on Justin’s thigh, getting ready to be kicked in the jaw for the disrespect. It seemed like that was what Justin would want to do… and it was damn close. The boy did in fact shove him off, sitting up to glare at Giriko with the force of 12 angry gods.
“Don’t touch me you scum. I’m done with this. Lay back yourself.” Giriko blinked, not expecting this sudden change in atmosphere or the pushing at his chest.
“I just opened you up to fuck you,
I’m
not getting fucked here. That ain’t what we were agreeing on.” Just saying that made Giriko feel somewhat insulted. He’d never live with the shame of letting this little brat top him. What the fuck was he thinking?
“No, not that, I want to be on top. Riding you so I don’t have to feel your gross hands grabbing onto me.” Oh. That sounded a lot better and made a lot more sense. Still it was surprising, Giriko would’ve thought Justin would be an absolute pillow princess, and while that was its own kind of fun… this sounded interesting as well.
“Really? I mean I have no complaints about you doing all the work.” He let Justin push him down this time, much more cooperative now that he knew what the kid was thinking. Unfortunately Justin had decided he was done with this conversation though and stayed silent as he crawled on top. It gave Giriko a delicious view of pale skin and little pink nipples, Justin even arching his back and showing off a too-cute stretch as he began to finger himself. Working to finally take Giriko inside.
Giriko caught the subtle way Justin bit his lip, trying not to react to the bumpy feeling of Giriko’s dick piercings going in one by one. God, Giriko was getting far too into this kid. He was too fucking cute. All sharp fangs and moodiness but also unable to deny that he liked this, or at least couldn't stop his reactions. As hard as he was trying, Giriko could still tell the brat was enjoying this despite his petty words.
“Can you bounce?” Justin shot him an absolutely evil glare, but obeyed. Angry about it but also starting to make noise. There were little huffs coming from
tightly
pressed together lips, a few whines and some muffled moans. Justin was truly trying to stay silent, but it was starting to become hard to. That was perfect, that was the goal here, Giriko wanted to actually hear something, to hear Justin enjoy this even when he didn’t want to.
“Oh look at you. What a good boy you are.” The whimper Giriko got from that told him far too much.
Praise
was what this kid was weak to, what was going to get Giriko everything he would want. He had seen this before… and he was more than excited to get his fucking fingers in there and exploit it.
Although he was finding himself unsure if he was going to be able to when Justin started to rock his hips, gasping out every time he managed to get Giriko to rub against his prostate. It was such a fucking beautiful little noise that Giriko swore he lost time there. Fucking getting back to himself completely unsure of what was happening, of how Justin had somehow got closer to have their chests start to just ghost together.
They weren’t touching, but it was so close that the hairs on Giriko’s chest felt electrified by the tiniest little bit of friction. It felt too fucking good. Justin was far too good at this for his own good. Justin probably knew it too, but right now he seemed to be far more entranced with chasing this high than gloating about it.
Giriko wasn’t sure why he found that to be a shame.
“With no need to perform, you’re still being really loud. Am I finally getting to ya?” Giriko’s voice sounded breathless, trying to keep a hold of himself as much as Justin was. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Giriko was expecting Justin to be fairly loose. He wasn’t. Not at all. He was
tight
and felt almost shallow, making it fucking hard and overwhelming for Giriko to actually fucking stuff himself inside. It was on the edge of pain and pleasure.
Justin didn’t respond immediately and Giriko clung to that.
“What a compliment, making someone whose job is sex all weak in the knees?” Justin still wasn’t responding, but it seemed it was more because he
couldn’t
anymore. Which was really all Giriko needed. It said enough on it's own. Hooking his thumb into Justin’s mouth he fucking felt himself get harder at how he was able to get a line of drool come out. God, he was so fucked. Both of them were.
“You don’t remember my name do you? Do you even know it at all?” Justin shivered at the words against his ear, huffing a bit more before going into a whine, shaking his head no. Sounded like the brat was
really
starting to enjoy it, it seemed like he had forgotten his oath of acting or being entirely disinterested. Giriko’s smile was obscene, only dying a bit when Justin rocked his hips again and they both moaned.
“It’s Giriko, how bout you say my name while you cum?” The cry of his name Justin made after that was the fucking best sound Giriko had ever heard. It was fucking written in stone now, he was hooked.
Fuck.
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
“You went over your time, it’ll-” Justin was gritting his teeth, his shoulders up to his ears with rage. Giriko himself was in quite the opposite position, shoulders lax, hands in his pockets and a lazy smile peeling up his lips. It screamed what had just happened to the more aware, and the manager at the front desk seemed to know if his strained, somewhat disgusted smile had anything to say.
Whether that look or the extra cost did it, Justin lost it and turned on his heel and pushed Giriko out of his way.
“You know what, charge him. I’m done with this.” Giriko and the attendant slowly watched Justin storm out, neither one of them really reacting that much. Once the door slid back closed though, Giriko certainly got a terrible smile on his face. God, he couldn’t be happier with this. Justin really was such a fucking
peach.
“Sorry, he’s catty.” Looking back at the attendant, Giriko didn’t drop his shit eating grin at all, very pleased with himself. He got a raised eyebrow in response. The guy was already suspicious of him, a bit
too
aware of how things went down around here for Giriko’s liking. Made sense, he probably had to know for his own good, but how annoying.
“He’s not normally like this. Did something happen up there?”
What a question.
Giriko raised his own eyebrow this time, a well hidden, silent, but still very real threat. It didn’t affect the man as much as Giriko wanted it to. The man stood fast, looking for some sort of answer.
“Do you know him?” Giriko’s voice was a bit more possessive than he wanted it to be and the other man straightened up. Intimidation was coming from both sides now. Which both made things rocket up in their possibility for danger, but also made things so much clearer. Justin was absolutely a prostitute and this place was his regular. Was this guy a pimp or did he just care about people?
Probably the latter, guns would probably already be out if he was Justin’s.
“I don’t want to violate any customer's privacy.” Well that was a big fat yes, but still Giriko got why this was that layman’s offer here. Probably couldn’t dare say the truth in a place like this. If they could, Giriko would already have this bastard shaking in his boots and regretting ever even
thinking
of going off on all this talk.
“Ah I see…” Out of the corner of his eye Giriko saw the man reaching for something, a button under the counter. Goddammit. Giriko was sure not to change expressions or so much as glance down and show that he knew what was happening. He knew this game well and this sort of obvious shit seemed on purpose, that it was being done with a goal.
“Nah, he was just real tired. Probably cranky that he has to walk home before getting to go to bed.” Sighing heavily Giriko shrugged, knowing he had to dial the intimidation back tremendously if this guy was really looking to go squealing. At least for right now. The man’s hand moved away from the button, hesitantly, but still far away enough that Giriko could grab onto him and slam him against the wall without it getting pressed.
It really was a fucking shame people were already thinking he was abusing Justin, but he supposed he was. Well, actually he knew he was, at least on the manipulation front. Still, he wasn’t exactly thrilled that people would be seeing him that way and more importantly trying to break him and Justin up. Giriko wasn’t close to done with having his fun here.
He wasn’t going to be for a long time.
“Don’t call your goons on a paying customer, don’t you think it’d be a shame to start a turf war over something as simple as a night out? I’m not looking for much.” Giriko’s hand was clutched and twisted up in the front of the man’s shirt, an unforgiving touch that really showed that Giriko was no push over and that he really didn’t want to play this game. The attendant seemed to understand and deferred, albeit gritting his teeth as he did.
“It’s for the cops.” Giriko’s eyebrows raised, honestly shocked that that was what the button was for. So this wasn’t much of a base of operations and more just a hotel that just was in an unfortunate spot. Or fortunate, with the amount of money they were probably making on this side street… but that didn’t answer why he was only whining about Giriko then.
“Oh. Well. Even more of a bad idea then. Police probably would shut this place down if they knew it was offering by-the-hour stays; They’re not that dumb.” The man bit his cheek, annoyed as all hell.
“Fine you bastard. Let go and I’ll leave you to your filthy shit.” Smiling jaggedly Giriko did in fact let go, stepping back enough to not be breathing the same air as the guy anymore, but also not enough that he could get anywhere. There was still very much danger in the air between them.
“
Good
, that's the smart option.” Giriko was surprised just how rage inducing this seemed to be for this guy. Did he really care about Justin’s safety or did he just hate being pushed around? Probably the latter, but this did make Giriko think about if Justin had friends that may make this harder…
“Cough up some payment and I promise this never happened. I won’t tell.” Giriko rolled his eyes. It really didn’t matter if this guy went whining or not once Giriko was out of here. There was no way he could prove abuse here, Justin wasn’t physically hurt. Still, Giriko had already gotten his threat across well enough and he wasn’t exactly looking for any more trouble tonight.
“Extra.” Now he was starting to press it. Paying their actual tab for the room was one thing, Giriko could understand that well enough, but after getting thrown against the wall asking for more was pretty ballsy. Giriko was tempted to say so, but he was actually starting to get tired here and with Arachne money wasn't as short as it used to be. He’d play nice this time, but if this bastard started trouble with him again, he wasn’t going to offer mercy.
“Someone shoulda told me this part of the town existed earlier. To think you all were hiding such a secret from me.” Giving a sharp malicious smile Giriko handed over some extra bills. The words were nothing less than a promise to meet again. Justin would almost certainly pick the same hotel if it really was his regular and well, that meant he and staff would have to be buddy buddy, yeah?
“Get out.” Giriko was starting to get pissed off as well, he was not one that usually let himself be mistreated this way. He should be blowing up but he guess he was still in the afterglow here, or at least the tiniest bit. Way for this guy to ruin it. What a buzz kill.
“Amazing hospitality, but don’t worry I’m certainly off on my way.” The man clicked his tongue, a last straw that had Giriko shooting back a deadly glare. A call for this guy to stand down or else. Which thankfully fixed things up real fast, the other looked away firmly and clenched his fists. Showing deferral and a desire to not be thrown against the wall again or worse.
The sliding doors felt far too loud in the dead silence and Giriko could only sigh when the wave of cold air hit him. It really was getting to be winter…
Besides the end bit with the manager though, things had gone pretty well for him. Justin was unhappy but they both knew he had enjoyed it by the end. Deals had been struck, even with that other guy, and all of it worked out in his favor. Honestly, he was probably the only one coming out of today happy. That was a first.
Usually Giriko found himself getting the short end of the stick in deals, mainly because the stupid Mosquito had it out for him. Always wanting to fuck things up
just
enough to not piss off Arachne but still ruin things for Giriko. Never wanting him to enjoy shit. Which speaking of… Giriko was suddenly worried that the bastard would try to ruin him having Justin. That couldn’t happen, he’d tear Mosquito’s head off before that.
Walking past a drug sale the men didn’t even bother to give him the stink eye, able to tell from a glance he certainly wasn’t with the police, nor would he go squealing. Not that that was an unusual reaction, it was just obvious. Giriko wondered if Justin got a lot of those looks though, one would think that he would, he matched the look of a holier than thou honor’s student well… but if he was around here a lot… had he been taken in as one of them?
That was an interesting thought, and one that just made Giriko even more interested in Justin… How could he not be? Everything new he learned about Justin felt like a surprise, the kid was a constant guessing game and one Giriko felt he’d never win. Which was something
new
.
Things had gotten boring around here and this seemed like the perfect way to spice it all up.
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Tezca could not for the life of him figure out what was wrong with Justin. The boy had confirmed he
was
upset (pretty undeniable) and had said that it didn’t have to do with Tezca (a relief to hear, but also Tezca couldn’t think of anything he had done that would warrant such a response). So really he was left entirely in the dark here. Something was clearly going on and he was getting no insight at all.
Only
possibly
getting the slightest bit more context when a new man suddenly showed up. Fairly tall and clearly older than both of them, but also shameless about coming right up and sitting next to Justin in a way that didn’t respect even a bit of the boy’s space. Tezca was silent for a second, expecting Justin to absolutely tear this man apart… but then he never did.
“Uhm, hello? Who are you?” The man had been ignoring him, just looming over Justin with a malicious smile as the boy bent into himself trying to get as far away as he could without moving. With that, he looked up though, a frown replacing that ugly smile for the briefest of seconds.
“Hey! I’m a friend, Giriko, it's good to see ya.” Tezca’s eyebrow arched. Giriko’s words sounded friendly and upbeat, but it was obvious they weren’t actually. No, they sounded like Giriko saw him as nothing but an annoyance getting in his way. Which, after thinking about it, Tezca supposed he was. He didn’t like this.
“No you aren’t, Justin’s never spoken about you before and he tells me everything.” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but what Giriko didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Plus Tezca was sure if Justin did actually know this guy he would’ve told Tezca by now. Someone like this was certainly worth the gossip Justin would occasionally indulge Tezca in.
“Oh really? Do you know-” There was a terrible cough that broke off the man’s words, Justin having punched him right in the dick before he could get out any of his claims. He stayed bent over for a while, apparently Justin gave him quite the strike because he really looked like blind in pain for a hot second, he was still making some sort of groan when Justin answered.
“I met him just the other day.” Looking over to Justin fast enough to get whiplash Tezca’s mouth went agape. Really!? How? Why? And Justin didn’t tell him!? Even with this apparent ‘meeting’ being enough to give the man the confidence to come over to them? Shaking out his shock Tezca let out a puff of stressed air and rejoined the conversation as calmly as he could.
“And you’re hanging out with him… why?” Tezca’s voice was a bit jittery, holding back all his emotions poorly. He didn’t like this, not at all. Someone like this shouldn’t be around Justin. Justin was still a kid and this… this man was clearly nothing but a terrible influence. He seemed like he exclusively dabbled in the degenerate sides of life. Tezca was already in the mode to completely hate him.
“I don’t know if you forgot but
he
came over to us, I do not have much control over that.” That really wasn’t much of an answer, clearly something else was going on here but Justin was refusing to clarify. Tezca’s scowl grew deeper.
“But you’re not pushing him off? Isn’t he too close?” Giriko huffed, throwing an arm back loosely around Justin, clearly getting even closer for the sole purpose of pissing Tezca, which worked terribly. Tezca had to fight to not bare his teeth in an animalistic show of possession. This was ridiculous, this man needed to leave
now.
“He is.” Tezca’s mind was nothing but question marks, he really didn’t understand what was happening here. That threw back his aggression a few meters back with his confusion. Justin was… well he was confirming he didn’t like this, which was what Tezca had wanted to hear, but he also wasn’t making any move or even indication he wanted this to stop either.
“So… why?” Tezca was clinging to reason here, expecting Justin to offer some kind of real explanation now. To answer and make all of this clear so Tezca would no longer be stuck just speculating on the impossible. Instead Giriko answered.
“You ask way too many questions.” The words were mostly scoffed, making fun of Tezca for being concerned about some random man touching his best friend. What a complete creep.
“I do not, why on earth are you touching him? Justin clearly said you’re too close.” Justin’s shoulders moved further up against his ears as Tezca said that, clearly having a reaction but one Tezca was struggling to understand. All of this he was struggling to understand. There was something big flying over his head and it was driving him insane. Giriko only grinned at the crisis.
“He did, but he’s not moving is he?” Tezca scrunched his lips up, trying to figure out how to react to that but still thoroughly disgusted. No, Justin
wasn’t
moving, Tezca could clearly see that, but he could also see that Justin was uncomfortable. Almost frozen up and staring at their table instead of looking any kind of ok. Obviously something was going on, this wasn’t normal in any way.
Standing up himself Tezca stormed over to the other side and grabbed Justin’s arm, pulling him right out of the seat and storming off. Not wanting to deal with that man any longer and clearly able to tell Justin wasn’t happy with this situation either. There was a bit of upset the sudden movement made, and it
did
take Justin a bit to actually follow, but it seemed to be working out. Justin was more tripping along than struggling, not trying to break free or upset, and he did eventually meet Tezca’s pace.
The fact Justin wasn’t complaining said too much here, it said that he was totally fine with being absolutely ripped around because at least it meant he wasn’t next to that man anymore. Tezca’s blood felt hot. Who the fuck was that? Why was Justin so scared of them to sit still and be touched? It felt like Justin wasn’t scared of anything most of the time, so what was this? Tezca wanted answers, but was smart enough to wait until they were somewhere safe before poking.
“So who is that?” Justin was brushing off his uniform when Tezca turned around to ask that, acting as if there was dirt on it or something. It was unclear if the action was in response to Tezca dragging him around or if it was because of Giriko getting too close. It could’ve also been both, but Tezca was going to blame Giriko. Justin sighed as he finished getting himself back together.
“He’s… someone who is, well…” One of Justin’s fingers rested on his lower lip in thought, trailing off in his words as he tried to explain what Tezca had just witnessed. He wasn’t coming up with anything quickly and Tezca’s face darkened.
“I can tell you're trying to come up with a cover Justin, just tell me the truth.” Justin’s face went from an unsure and tired melancholy to something hateful in a second. He always hated when Tezca dropped the bullshit and made him stop playing all his stupid games. It wasn’t often they did this, but Tezca still knew that look well. This was going to be a massive pain in the ass.
“I am not, I’m just trying to think of how to put it.” The air felt charged between them, Justin placed a hand on his hip and looked pensively to the floor. Still trying to come up with those phony words. Tezca knew just from Justin’s body language he wasn’t going to be getting the full truth here, but he let the kid at least say something before tearing into it again.
“He’s someone who made a deal with me, he’s helping me with my work so I cannot be as abrasive with him as I’d like.” That… Well that sounded more honest than Tezca was expecting it to, but it still wasn’t the whole picture here. Justin was completely redacting what kind of work they were doing and why it stopped him from being ‘abrasive’ or just protecting himself in general.
“What kind of work is important enough for that? To let someone touch you like that?” Justin froze solid there, something about what Tezca said hit a cord in him. So much so that it looked like the words had actually hurt him somewhere deep down. Before Tezca could question the reaction though, Justin was moving on.
“He wasn’t touching me, just far too close.” Semantics. Justin was just looking for excuses at this point, justifying the other man’s behavior for some god forsaken reason. Maybe just because he was mad at Tezca for telling him not to lie. It’d make sense with how stubborn Justin could be, but it also didn’t make complete sense. Surely Justin had to hate this stranger more. He just wasn’t
getting
it. He was losing sight of the problem.
“Still!” Justin sighed so heavily it made it seem like he was dealing with a child rather than his very concerned and much older friend. There was absolutely no confusing that Tezca knew better here but yet Justin had no issue acting like the smarter one in the situation. He could really be such a headache sometimes. Too into his own myth and all the shiny labels he had been given.
“Tezca you know how important my work is to me, just leave it. I’ll tell him not to bother us together anymore.” There was some give there, something that eased Tezca’s mind the
tiniest
bit. Justin was relenting, offering something to Tezca instead of being a complete brick wall… but it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough. Tezca would rather this man bother Justin when he was around than to corner the confused boy while he was alone anyway!
“Tell him not to bother you at all anymore!” Justin’s eyes narrowed into a glare and immediately Tezca knew any of the cooperation he was getting right now was going to disappear just like that. It was driving him crazy. Why did Justin have to be so difficult!?
“Tezca you're overreaching again. I can get to know other people.” Brushing a hand up his forehead Tezca made a broken laugh. This was ridiculous! What on earth had gotten into Justin? Why did he
want
to be as uncomfortable as he had just been before Tezca broke it up? This was a joke at this point. It had to be a cruel joke made at Tezca’s expense. Well, no, Justin’s expense, since he was the one getting touched!
“Why do you even want to know a guy like that though!?” Somewhere deep down Justin had to know he was just being difficult, Tezca knew that. He knew that but still he couldn’t get himself to stop pushing. All he was doing was encouraging Justin to make bad decisions in some sort of desire to rebel, but god. He needed Justin to understand why he was worried here!
“He’s clearly a creep!” Tezca got Justin to put both his hands on his hips this time, puffing out his chest and standing up as strongly as he could to that claim.
Defending
this man as if there was any reason at all to do such a thing. Justin clearly didn’t like him either, so why was he doing this? What interactions had Justin been having with him behind the scenes?
“
Leave it
Tezca. What I do in my own time is none of your business.” The way Justin said that made it seem like he was speaking more to a parent than a friend. It reflected their relationship fairly well, but it also wasn’t quite right. Tezca
was
a friend, and Justin should’ve known that. This was 100% in Justin’s best interest and yet!
“But-!” Tezca only got the one word out before Justin turned around in a flutter of clothes and stormed away, leaving Tezca sweaty, overwhelmed, and filled with a sense of dread.
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“So you already got a suspicious friend, huh? Ain’t that sweet.” Justin gave an annoyed hum, arms and legs crossed as he glared daggers at the wall. Everything about him screamed pissed off and Giriko’s alcoholic breath dancing right across his lips wasn’t helping. The man was really up into Justin’s space, having pinned him into a corner with a hand floating just around Justin’s chin to keep them looking at each other. Not touching, but so close he might as well have been.
“He’s suspicious about everything.” Giriko somehow got closer with that, scooching up to touch their thighs together and using his floating hand to now
grab
onto Justin’s chin. Apparently having felt neglected and now making Justin look at him
directly
.
The look on Justin’s face could kill giants, but Giriko was unaffected. Too sure of himself and his safety.
Which Justin had to admit was a somewhat fair way to be. The man was incredibly big and strong looking. He could most certainly twist Justin into a meat pretzel. Absolute bastard.
“Well he has reasons to be, doesn’t he? You’re hiding quite the big secret from him, aren’t you?” Justin tried to give a disappointed frown, a look of disapproval over it all, but he had a bad feeling it came out more as a pout. From the smile and sparkle in Giriko’s eye, it seemed like that was in fact the case. Justin really couldn’t win with this man, not even when it came to showing his distaste.
“That isn’t his business.
This
isn’t his business, so it's not a secret.” Pushing Giriko’s hand off his face Justin turned around just enough to get Giriko off of him, putting the slightest bit more space between them by squishing into the corner. It was such a relief to feel something other than skin pressed up against him, but Giriko didn’t exactly lay off after the break, instead looming over Justin.
Whispering in his ear with a shark tooth smile.
“But yet you're bothering to stop the information from being shared with him.” Justin hated that he couldn’t argue with that. He was, he didn’t want Tezca to know what he was doing in his spare time. If it could even be
called
spare time, it was work in on its own and that's why it mattered that Giriko was threatening it.
“I think that's all it takes to make it a secret baby.”
It was. Justin hated having to admit Giriko was right about anything, but he wasn’t stupid either. His rejection of this being any kind of secret was mostly a hope that Giriko wouldn’t try and use this against him as well. He didn’t want him to have a whole list of things to hold over Justin’s head… but it was starting to turn that way.
“Don’t call me baby.” Stretching out his arms Justin managed to push Giriko back a bit, making even more space between them. Surprisingly Giriko didn’t complain, nor did he move back in immediately, instead just leaning his head in his hand on the booth table. Justin should’ve rejected when Giriko ‘invited’ him out because
of course
they went to a seedy bar. Degenerate of a man Giriko was.
“Hmm, nah. I think it suits you. Although I could call you Doll, if you’d prefer that.” Somehow that sounded even worse to Justin. It made him think of sticky sickly pasts, things his brain tried too hard to forget. Leaving him with nothing but a darkened smile and white tiles covered in dripping blood.
“You know I wouldn’t.” Justin’s voice cracked the tiniest bit saying that, but in a way he could pass off as a teenager’s awkward puberty. Giriko didn’t seem to question it, only smiling even more sinisterly. For such a washed up man he really could look threatening sometimes… it never seemed on purpose though. No, this clown couldn’t manage it on purpose. It only came from a glimmer of those sinful intentions leaking through.
“I know no such thing, we’ve just met, haven’t we?” Giriko stood up saying that, shocking Justin out of his hatred for a second. The comment came as a second shock on top of that. He was surprised Giriko was acknowledging that. It took Justin a bit to respond, this was unexpected. It was throwing him off.
“Well. You're right about one thing.” Giriko’s smile had slipped to something serious for a second, but Justin hadn’t even noticed until it came back just as smug as before.
“Are you always this cranky?” Suddenly Giriko stuck out a hand, looking for Justin to take it and allow himself to be pulled up to his feet. Justin didn’t intentionally reject, he was just trying to catch up when Giriko grabbed onto his arm instead, ripping him up onto his feet. It was a harsh movement that actually hurt, that had them get a suspicious look.
A man who clearly knew just from that moment what was happening here, but then he just sniffed and looked back to his drink. Justin smiled bitterly. It made sense, Justin would probably do the same. It's not like either of them could ever stop something that went this deep from a self important ‘heroic’ moment.
“I will be when it comes to you.” Giriko snorted, more entertained by the response then annoyed about it. Justin wished it had bothered him. He
thought
the man would be upset with it, he was actually surprised that Giriko wasn’t upset. With the temper on him, one would expect any sort of bite back would cause a breakdown… but that wasn’t true. Which made all of this all the more dangerous.
“That's quite the promise, with a weird desire to be miserable laced in.” Outside the bar was cold and wet, a rainstorm must’ve passed by while they were doing whatever the hell they were doing. Justin frowned and looked at Giriko to see if the man seriously thought that his words were true. If he really thought Justin was doing this to himself.
“More like a desire to make this unsatisfying for you.” Giriko placed his jacket around Justin’s shoulders, ignoring him entirely in favor of looking like a gentleman or some shit. If Justin had to guess it was more of a possessive thing then him being actually worried Justin was cold. The neon signs of this terrible part of town made Giriko’s face look even more angular and his smile oppressive. It wasn’t a bad look on him.
“At the cost of making it unsatisfying for yourself.” They weren’t holding hands, no, instead Giriko had his arm over Justin’s shoulders. Definitely possessive. Justin had to wonder if this was worth it anymore. His image was already going to get ruined once people started seeing them together like this, undoubtedly taking it as them dating… and he wouldn’t even be able to blame them for that.
“As if I’d ever find you satisfying anyway.” It surprised Justin how venomous his words were, how he almost spat them out. Giriko looked surprised himself, blinking before looking smug again. The ‘worth it’ meter was wavering again, but unfortunately knowing that he’d be kicked out of school at the very least kept him under Giriko’s arm. He crossed his arms but other than that stayed there like the top dollar whore this man thought he was.
“Hm, I don’t know if you can say that considering how much you were moaning on my dick last time. You came a couple times if I remember correctly.” Justin’s face went a plum red but he was keeping his glaring perfectly intact, not shifting his expression even a millimeter. He looked off to a puddle on the street, but Giriko’s hand came back. Moving them off to the side so he could force Justin’s neck around to face him again. Making him address his shame.
“I was taken off guard.” That was an understatement. Giriko, as much Justin
hated
to admit it, was good at sex. He fucked hot and hard, just the way Justin liked it and he was unforgiving. He was big and strong, able to hold Justin down and move him around like it was nothing. The man was sexy but Justin would
never
say such a thing out loud. This man didn’t need anything more to his misplaced ego.
“That doesn’t change anything.” The words were said almost sing-songingly. A lighthearted kind of mocking that just made Justin angrier. Mainly because Giriko was right.
“You liked it, and you can’t deny that. Lie to yourself all you want but you know it's true.” Justin’s crotch burned and he had to bite his cheek to pretend as if it wasn’t happening. Giriko was just a sorry excuse of a man. He probably thought everything he did was perfect and slept around like this all the time. It only would make sense.
“Reacting to something that feels good in the moment doesn’t mean you actually like it.” Giriko gave a bit of a scowl with that, not at all pleased with that response, but then sighed heavily. And not in an upset way. Justin wanted it to be upset. He wanted Giriko to be as miserable as he was. It seemed like he had no chance with that though. Giriko seemed to be having too much fun to have any bad feelings stick.
“Mmm but you just admitted it felt good. Go with the flow and it’ll feel even better.” Their lips were ghosting together, so close they might as well have been kissing. Still Giriko wasn’t forcing that much. It was honestly confusing. Why was this the one boundary he was respecting?
“Doubtful.” Giriko hummed and leaned back against the building they had stopped near. No longer touching Justin at all. It felt cold. Of course it felt cold, it was a rainy night, but… for some reason it felt like the iciness went even deeper than that. Justin did his best to ignore the feeling. It was unproductive at best.
“You’ll never know if you don’t try.” Justin bit his lip. That was true in a way, but Justin didn’t
want
to try. He
couldn’t
feel anything but disgust. It wasn’t safe to try feeling anything else here. As much as Justin wanted to call Giriko a washed up has-been that was using blackmail to get sex because he couldn’t get it himself anymore… he knew that wasn’t the case. Giriko was hot. Giriko saw something special in Justin doing this, Justin was sure he could get girls or boys or whatever on his own without such strife.
Now,
opening
that door of wondering what was ‘special’ about this to Giriko was nothing but dangerous.
“You’re not seriously asking me to try and enjoy my blackmail, are you?” Giriko smiled. Justin wasn’t surprised by it, but he did feel his skin crawl. He couldn’t believe this. Any of this. How had he ended up here? How had any of this happened? He wanted to rip his hair out and scream. Why him?
“I am.” Justin stiffened up, not exactly lashing out, but giving the body language of someone who wouldn’t keep putting up with this. Giriko could smell the bluff from a mile away and just smiled, moving closer until he was pining Justin against the old brick of the bar.
“You’re a far bigger fool than I thought.” There was a part of Justin that was happy that Giriko scowled at that, but it was only for a second. Not nearly long enough to soothe the hate in Justin’s heart. Especially not when Giriko pulled Justin back, moving him back to walking forward after that minor detour that took them. Impatient for some reason.
“Ah stop it, you might make me blush.” It was amazing how casual Giriko could sound after being so rough, but Justin didn’t have long to dwell on that. It
took him only another second to realize where Giriko was steering him. A hotel came before them and Justin’s face felt flat. He didn’t know why he was surprised. Of course this was about sex. Of course. So why did it feel so much worse than it normally did?
“...Is this where you were bringing me?” Giriko smiled with a raised eyebrow. Somewhere between feeling bad for Justin and being amused by this. Justin felt a grim sort of amusement himself for thinking this would’ve led anywhere else.
“Why did we have to go out first?” Justin's voice was more bitter than he was proud of, it almost sounded like he was actually hurt by this. Which he absolutely wasn't, he was more just annoyed that they had gone through this song and dance first. Justin's time was important and valuable, he didn't want to waste it with this trash.
“Wow, horny. You just want to go right for it?” There was a bit of red that flushed Justin's cheeks with that accusation, but it was easy to ignore.
Clearly
he wasn't horny right now, he just wanted this over with. Even someone like Giriko had to understand that.
“That’s what this relationship is, isn’t it?” The way Justin was hissing made Giriko draw back. Somehow surprised Justin was so upset. As if he had a right to expect anything else.
“If you want it to be.” Giriko shrugged, as if that wasn’t a huge thing to say. What did he mean by that? What other relationship was he even offering? Not a serious one that was for sure. And what else was there? Justin was suddenly concerned what exactly Giriko's intentions with him were. He didn’t need another man pushing him into the unthinkable.
“I’d prefer that over this fake dating.” Maybe Giriko had just wanted people to
think
they were dating? Maybe having a kink for absolutely ruining people’s reputations? Justin wouldn’t be surprised if that was it. Giriko seemed to get off on despair and hatred, he was a sick fuck like that.
“I wasn’t going for dating.” Of course he wasn’t. That wasn’t what Justin was saying there, but somehow it hurt to hear that anyway.
“Oh? What were you going for then?” They were in the hotel lobby by the time Justin got to ask that, Giriko certainly didn’t waste time and didn’t let them stop walking for a second on their way there. Perhaps impatient, perhaps trying to avoid having this conversation in public. Justin didn’t think it was the latter, but he might have the tiniest bit more respect for Giriko if that was the case. Justin didn’t get his answer before Giriko turned with a sadistic smile.
“Guess.”
----- CHAPTER BREAK -----
The stress was getting to Justin. He felt frail, shaking under his shower head in the pitch black. This was too much, dealing with Giriko was starting to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.
His ass was sore from how many times Giriko had taken him during their last run in. Justin whimpered thinking of it. There was something about how Giriko fucked that was just too much. He was rough but still gentle enough to not leave any marks or bruises, promising not to ‘ruin the show’ for everyone else. Which was something kind while also beyond humiliating to hear.
Justin gave a defeated little whine, he was getting horny just thinking about Giriko and how
frustrating
that was. He refused to do something so desperate as to call Giriko and see what the man was doing. He was not that pathetic. So, all that was left for him while in this state was masturbation… and it had been awhile since he had last gone live.
His bank account said it had been too long honestly. He owed another payment soon and with Giriko taking up his free time he hadn’t really had the best chance at actually making a good amount. Especially because he’d admit, he’d gotten a bit lazy. Not really wanting to be naked more than he already had to be in a day and struggling more and more to smile during his lives.
Fans were noticing something was up with him and their concern often felt worse than the panic of his pay periods getting closer and closer. So he just hadn’t been doing them… a grave mistake that was going to bite him in the ass soon if he didn’t get it together. The now cold water of the shower running over him made Justin sneeze, snapping him out of his slowly growing despair thinking about it all.
Right, he had work to do. Or at least something close to it.
As cold as his shower had become with all his sitting around, the air of his bathroom as he got out was so much worse. Immediately he was shivering, any horniness from when he originally made this decision was gone at this point… but he was still committed to it. He needed to be.
He had plenty of time to get excited again anyway. He had to actually get ready for a live, he needed makeup and lights, a camera and a different personality. That took awhile to set up and gave him plenty of time to really dwell too much on his terrible thoughts of Giriko.
Seriously, how on earth was such a layabout slimeball getting to him? Justin was the top in everything he did and this absolute
loser
wasn’t worthy of even fantasizing about Justin and yet… Not only was he getting to fuck Justin as he pleased because of this bullshit and now he was even getting into Justin’s
mind
.
A man like that had no business being so… so… well something. Justin refused to put words to what he was actually thinking of the man. He wouldn’t admit any of it. He didn’t want to, he didn’t need to. All of this would end with a quick orgasm anyway. He was just pent up, needed to get this out of his system after the shit day he had.
Lip oil and too much concealer under his eyes later, Justin was fiddling with his stupid camera. He hated the thing so much, it was too complicated and even with all his practice with it, it was still a pain in the ass. He had given up on the idea of ‘one day he’d understand it’. It was just a headache and he had to deal with it. The annoyance was honestly welcomed this time though.
He didn’t want to think about anything but what was in front of him right now…
“Oh? Hello~” The stream flickered on and Justin gave a snake-like smile.
“Have you all missed me?” Justin was already out of breath, he had been getting too worked up in his own mind before this. He probably should’ve taken longer to calm down before starting this… but then again if he did, then he would’ve still felt up to this? He wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like he really wanted to do this. He was done with this, but god was he so horny. The chat popped up more and more with questions on where he was.
“Hmm yes, don’t worry about it. I need to keep some secrets, to keep you all guessing, don’t I?” The clothes Justin had put on between taking his shower and starting streaming barely passed as clothes, but it still left something between him and the peering eyes. Too much. He’d make more with less, he could make his bills with less… the pinging said he needed to be wearing much less as well.
“It adds to my charm~” Getting off his ‘shirt’ if it could even be called that, Justin giggled at how people freaked out at even the predictable view of his chest. Pathetic worms really found even the same pale skin they had seen a million times as something worthy to celebrate seeing.
“Although I’m sure everything about me adds to it.” Agreements popped up, with of course a few detractors wanting to tell Justin he was worth nothing. Both bounced off him like nothing. Neither of them mattered, none of this did. Justin didn’t even know why he was reading.
“Oh? You disagree? What dirty men you all are.” Dirty didn’t cut it, if Justin didn’t need them to make his bills he’d have a lot more colorful words to describe these lowlives. The disgust he felt for them would probably make some of the scummiest of them all get off, but it wasn’t worth trying to build a new audience to make that clear. Especially not when he was already in the red.
“And when I wanted to show you something special tonight.” Justin teased the idea that he would end the stream, acting as if the one comment from a detractor had actually changed his mind. Wet lashes and an over dramatic sigh convinced his viewers well enough, absolute idiots they all were.
“I
wanted
to… but now I need to hear a heartfelt apology first. Or you all get nothing.” Really nothing was going to stop Justin from showing this ‘special’ show, but he did want to hear people begging for him… and he got that. Very quickly he got sorries and people telling him to ignore the haters and such as the like.
“Yes yes, more. I want to hear real regret, or second hand regret for your terrible peers.” The messages increased, horny men willing to say anything to see this tantalizing promise be fulfilled. They didn’t even know what Justin was offering and yet they were ravenous. Justin would be lying if he said he didn’t revel in that power.
“Okkk, I guess you’ve earned it.” They really hadn’t, if Justin had more of a choice in the matter they’d have to be begging him like a god to even consider such a thing. Sadly that level of control wasn’t something Justin had though. All of this was so out of his control it drove him crazy.
“I got something nice and big and pink for me in PO recently. Never used it though. Too busy with my very important business.” Pulling out the dildo he had been gifted Justin had to bite his lip to not moan out already. He really needed this right now, he had been too caught up in his thoughts and it felt like he was already leaking. The chat moved faster but at this point Justin was dismissing it entirely. He didn’t need anything else here. He didn’t want anything else.
Sitting down properly on the floor Justin made sure he was in focus before slowly slipping down his sleep shorts. They were tight and small and didn’t leave much to the imagination, but they did leave enough that people were freaking out that Justin was actually taking them off.
Normally Justin didn’t get fully nude in his streams, he of course did at times, but normally he just kept it all as teasing. It made moments like this far more profitable. Justin didn’t need to be reading the scrolling text to know that it was ridiculous right now. A bit of disgust bubbled in Justin’s stomach thinking about it. It was like bad booze that made you want to spit up, and yet he swallowed it down just as greedily as the alcoholic who was unable to say no to the buzz.
It took some effort to not let his self consciousness stop him here… a problem he hadn’t had in a long time, but that seemed to be bubbling up more and more since he met Giriko. Bastard was really getting in the way of everything here.
Slamming the toy down Justin got the suction cup to stick in one smooth movement, surprisingly not all that practiced with the action and pleased to see it worked out perfectly. He was dripping at this point. Shame was only a quiet hum in the background and with all the praise it was easy to ignore. Especially now that he was this close.
The hunger twitching through him got Justin to turn around and bend over even more, showing off everything. The pings were turning to white noise but even still Justin could tell there were a lot more of them now, the view numbers undoubtedly going up alongside them. The only way Justin could keep himself from running off crying was that the dollar signs in his eye rose with each little smug quip. He’d definitely have enough by the end of today.
“This is for you boys.” Humping the tip Justin keened at the feeling of the rubber against his sensitive skin. He could probably cum just like this he was so worn out by life, but why would he when there was so much more right there for the taking?
Justin was already giving hot wet gasps…. This was too much and he hadn’t even started. He was pretty sure this would be the first time he’d fuck himself on camera. He’d be certain but a few psychotic breaks and some too much wine filled nights streaming made it unclear. Regardless it was basically unheard of and when he finally felt the tip start to sink in he wished he had some of that alcohol buzz to numb the pain. He had not been ready.
‘He takes it so easily…’
Justin whined and squeezed his eyes shut, looking firmly away from chat. He wished he hadn’t seen that. He’d rather not see whatever people were saying about this show.
Sitting down further Justin gave another cry, one that turned to a whimper with how the notification noises sped up. He just needed to get off. It’d be over once he came, all of this would end soon.
God it wasn’t going deep enough. Justin needed
more
here. He needed greedy hands, sloppy kisses and just an overall bigger dick. This idiot who gifted him this bullshit toy underestimated how much Justin could take. He gave him something that was almost comfortable in him, not painful like Justin
needed.
This was driving him insane, he was thrusting his hips and gasping out dramatically for the camera, but it wasn’t close to enough.
No, he needed something rough and painful, something like
Giriko
. Bastard had been giving it to Justin so unbelievably rough for long enough now that this lackluster masturbation was just frustrating. How humiliating was that? And thinking of him…
“Ah, Giri…”
Immediately after the name left Justin’s lips he had a moment of horror… that was quickly swept away by a terrible orgasm. Turning his mind white and having him grind back down on the toy like it was trying to escape. Giriko felt so good. Justin’s fantasy was moving along without his consent, imagining the older man holding his hips down with that terrible smile.
The ping of ‘donations’ sort of kept Justin from going senile, but even with that he was slipping. He could only imagine what people were saying. If they knew Giri was a name or if they just took it as gibberish. Justin really hoped the nickname was odd enough that no one could theorize about it. He couldn’t handle any more drama here. Especially not like this.
Gasping again Justin leaned back, hiding nothing and certainly giving his best show in awhile as he tried to prolong the quickly dissipating pleasure. He wasn’t ready to come back to reality yet. Not even close.