On The Run

As a small time drug dealer and full time loser, my opinion didn't mean much to a whole lot of people. But my opinion on Chris was that he was a piece of shit. Not that anyone ever asked.

He opened countless bars across the city, barefaced money laundering and crime hub organisations built simply to wreak havoc and keep Chris one step ahead of the police. And Bob was obsessed with the guy to what I considered a creepy level. Sure, from what I'd seen, he was pretty hot, I'd give him that. But not worth groveling to. Although I'd never groveled in my life.

I got to the bar close to three in the morning, and it was packed to the gills. I fought through the crowd to the back desk, getting myself a room with some difficulty. I dragged my small suitcase up the narrow stairs and shut myself in my room, collapsing on the tiny bed.
Sleep was just beginning to wrap itself around my mind when a sharp knock on the door woke me. “Room service!”
I groaned and got up, opening the door. “I didn't order any fucking-”
The guy pouted up at me. He was clad in something out of a stripper’s fantasy, with a corset and panties all done up in a pretty, complicated bow.
“I'm Frankie,” he said in a sickly sweet voice. He batted his eyelashes. “I was sent up with compliments from the boss.”
I frowned. “I don't know the boss, hon.”
‘Frankie’ grinned at me. “He says he knows Bob sent you and he wants you to have a good time.”
With that, ‘Frankie’ pushed past me and into my room, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “What do you like?” He purred as I shut the door, turning to stare at him.
“I like sleep,” I mumbled, managing a small sprinkling of sarcasm. But the boy was beautiful, and he was on my bed.
“Well, I'm Frank. You're Gerard, yes?” He went on shamelessly. “Do you like to top or bottom?”
I blinked. “Uh. Either. Top, tonight.”
He nodded and waved me over. “Come here then, stranger. The merchandise is for touching.”
I gave in and kicked my shoes off. Frank's eyes lit up and he spread his legs almost unnoticeably as I moved over to him, caressing his cheek. His mouth opened and I took the invitation, kissing him deeply as my fingers danced over the ribbons on his corset. In seconds, the fabric fell away and he took a sharp breath, purring happily. I pushed him down on the bed, leaning over him as he took my shirt off slowly, teasing me. His legs wrapped around my waist, tugging my crotch against his as he rolled up. I looked down and paused, tracing the small scars under his nipples. Frank tensed. “What are these?” I asked softly, and he looked me in the eye. “I'm trans,” he admitted.
I blinked. “Strange profession for you to be in. Dangerous, I would have thought.”
He shrugged and smirked. “Most men don't really care by the time they're aching for sex. They usually don't notice the scars.”
I smiled as his hands moved to my jeans, working the button and the zip.
“I haven't had bottom surgery yet,” Frank added quietly. I nodded and leaned down, kissing his collarbone softly before nipping quickly. He gasped and slapped at me, grinning as he wriggled my jeans off my hips. “I'm not exclusively a guy’s man,” I mumbled, fumbling with his panties. Frank lifted his own hips and reached into my boxers. “Fuck yes,” he muttered to himself, tugging me out. I picked him up and tossed him onto the bed properly, climbing over him. His lust-blown hazel eyes focused on mine for a split second just before I snapped my hips and his lips opened in a scream.

Frank was snoring softly, laying on his side facing me. I tried to move and groaned quietly. I was still inside him, his legs tangled in mine. There was no way I could move without waking him. I rolled him onto his back and started to thrust, figuring I could get at least one more round out. He squealed and opened his eyes, giggling as he grabbed at me. The laughter quickly faded into cries of pleasure and I felt him shudder under me just as I finished. I pulled out and Frank lay still, staring up at the ceiling. I went to get a shower.

When I got back, Frank was still naked in my bed, half asleep. I smirked and leaned over, pinching his arsecheek. He slapped at me weakly, growling. “You hogging my bed all day or do you have work to do?”
Frank glared at me and sat up. “Fucking you was my work. Now I get to sleep.”
“Half of your work shift was sleeping, lazy arse.”
He rolled his eyes and grinned. “You still gotta pay.”
I blinked. “I thought Chris paid for that.”
Frank snorted. “Nope. But you fucked it, you pay for it.”
I sighed and counted out some bills, slapping them into the smaller man’s hand. “There. You can stay in my bed as long as you like.”
I grabbed Frank's hair, pounding him as he screamed. His voice was hoarse from the night before, but he was still giving me everything he had vocally. I loved loud fucks.
I bred him multiple times and we ended up in the bed again, rolling our hips until we fell asleep.
By morning, Frank had earned himself another shift’s worth, and I'd had my fill. It had been a while.

I stayed in my room for most of the day, either lounging with Frank, watching tv, or figuring out my next moves. I didn't have a whole lot of options.
Sometime after dinner, I went down to the bar to get a drink, watching dancers and clients grind up together to music. It wasn't the prettiest of sights.
Frank swung himself up into my lap, carefully positioning himself directly over my crotch. I let my arm slip around his waist. “Hey there.”
“Hey.”
He planted a kiss on my lips and grinned, reaching around me to take a sip of my drink.
“You're-”
Frank was cut off by a loud noise from outside and scattered screams. The main doors suddenly burst open and gunshots rang out. I threw Frank over my shoulder and did my usual - I ran.

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