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Desperate Times	By : Resting-Madness Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this story its simply for fun. I do not own Death Note. Nor do I own any of the places mentioned in this pennyless work of fiction. I'm just having a good time and hoping you all like it too.

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The day I'd spent with the 2 was really nice. We talked, and hung around the area like we've known each other forever. Nate didn't seem to matter, and Near was taking a new sort of home inside of me. He has people he cares about, and who sort of show that they care about him. I felt special when they called out to me, or we visited parks and played on the equipment like a bunch of kids; things Nate wouldn't dream of doing what Near did. He beca- I- became protective of them. Which is when the trouble began for me... between us as far as pact mentality went. I wanted them safe, but I discovered very promptly how the two made their spending money.
"I'll take this one." Said Mello, rising when a car slowed to a stop a foot ahead of where they're all sitting and watching Matt play a video game on his handheld.
The cigarette he's smoking is dropped to the ground and stomped on by his boot when he's heading for the car. Near watched with curious concern as the scene played out before him like a bad movie made-for-TV, Mello leaned over to look through the passenger window to speak with the driver; Matt, however, lowered his eyes to the unpleasant scenario.
It wasn't until Near spoke that the red head snapped out of it. "Where's he going?" Inquired the younger male, having to have his arm held to keep him from walking over to the car.
"Hn. You are a newbie." Comments Matt with a scoff; a touch of aggression in his tone, he adds. "Mello's heading off with a wallet- or better known by the world a 'John'."
Near blinked as he processed this information, then watched Mello climb into the anonymous vehicle; the car then sped off to parts unknown to the passenger. "I'm not sure I understand." He knew, he just would rather hear it.
To better clear it up, Matt further explains. "A 'John' is a dick looking for sex with any living thing that's human. The only reason we, and just about every other person out here in this situation, give it up is because they pay for it."
Removing a cigarette, he lights it up taking a quick two puffs to burn it properly at the tip before just leaving it to sit between his lips doing nothing other than wag up and down as he speaks; it looked kind of like how when a mother reprimands you, she'll wag her finger in your face as if she's stabbing you with her words so they stay put in your memory.
"The more they want out of it," Matt blows a smoke cloud at him. "the more we get for it."
Looking after the missing car; Near's index finger creeps up to his hair beside his ear, and he winds a lock of his hair around it thoughtfully. "But that isn't the only way to survive? Is it?"
Matt shrugged rather quickly. "Its the fastest, look," And he set down his abandoned game to rest beside him, so that he can gesture with his hands by chopping his right into his left. "sex sells. Its why women who strip to get through school do it, its why mothers do it for their kids- they need to eat and that's the fastest way to feed them without pay-backs. Man is disgusting, and those who know it" He gives Near's shoulder a brotherly shaking. "exploit it."
"Then I'll feign ignorance." Replied Near in a disgruntled mood. He was so content earlier only to have his day end up like this, a lesson in swallowing bullshit from the Dummy's Guide to Street Survival.
"Then you'll starve." He releases his shoulder, returning then to his game.
Glaring, he turns his deep grays toward the movement at his right. "That was fast." He comments.
Near sounded almost as angry as a lover who knows their husband or wife is sneaking around on them, and tonight was one of those unfortunate nights that they just happened to be awake before said spouse could slip back in bed without notice and smile over what they believe to be a victimless crime.
"It's usually that way when they want nothing but a blowjob." Comments Matt in a small voice from beyond the border of where he's hidden himself away from his annoyance.
Collapsing between the two, Mello clapped the money to his free palm. "One hundred fifty big ones." He declared proudly.
"Geez, Mel'." Abandoning his game to give his full attention to his friend. "What'd you get overtime pay, the guy must have popped the minute he went in." Figuring that the blond had done more since blowjobs usually go for 50 dollars.
"Naah, I blew him, but I threw in a finger fuck for a little extra cash." Dividing the money up, he adds. "Fifty for each of us."
Taking it, Near hands it back. "I'm not taking seed money."
"Suit yourself, but I'm trying to help you out." He pockets the money. "Just what do you plan on doing for money?"
"Anything but that." He shifts uncomfortably.
Scoffing, Mello says very seriously. "Hn. Cute kid like you, the Johns'll be lining up down two blocks- especially sickos that like kids." He steals one of Matt's cigarettes.
Glaring, words seething with anger, he says. "I told you that I'm sixteen."
"I know. But they won't see it that way." He blows a cloud of smoke into the air.
"Pedophilia is against the law." Near's sense of smell pricked up when the wind direction changed and brought the scent of bakery their way instead of nicotine. "These men should be arrested." Although when he spoke his tone lost a lot of resolve, since his senses were salivating.
"But they won't." He quiets while puffing on his own cigarette.
Picking up Mello's slack, he adds. "They have families, good jobs- who'll believe the homeless?" He shrugs. "When we go missing, we're seen as never having been there in the first place."
"Sucks to be us, huh?" Mello threw in the barb.
"Yeah... yeah, it does."
"Well, condom or not- and there was- I wanna wash my hands then get something to eat." Mello declared while standing. He's very done with the topic. But it seemed that Near wasn't.
"Maybe we can get jobs as janitors somewhere?" Standing, he rubs the numbness from his legs and butt. "You're old enough to get jobs, and you can vouch for me." Walking along beside them; Near shoves his hand into his jeans pocket like its a nervous tick to check and see if his money is still there. Reassurance, a calmer to let him know that if he gets kicked to the curb by the two he's become unintentionally dependent to, he'll have backup. "You can be dish washers."
"Riiight, and if the boss man needs me he can call me on my hand phone." Mello chides. "Its got bars no matter where I am." Holding his hand to the side of his head, miming his index as the receiver and his thumb as the mouth piece, he teases. "What's that? I'm out of the job because my uniform looks like shit? And I've got the smell to match? Darn." He snaps his fingers. "Well, guess its back to turning tricks."
"It isn't funny." Replied Near, hardly amused.
"I wasn't trying to be." Mello said in a frighteningly serious tone. Walking through the door of the deli shop, held open by Matt, he says over his shoulder. "You can always sell drugs. I know of some guys who're hiring."
Near looked receptive to the idea.
"Problem with that is percentages to give your provider as the distributer." Mello said; ultimately wiping the thought from the white haired youth's mind. "You don't keep as much as they do." His dual colored gaze scans the menu. "Corn beef." He orders, then turns to Near adding. "And if you don't sell every bit of product, they fuck you up crazy, and still force you to pay them- with interest."
Weighing his options made Near appear almost petrified of even thinking selling drugs could be the better option. He's never so much as taken a really sincere punch before, how would he handle 'being fucked up crazy', as Mello put it? He touched beneath his eye involuntarily.
Quietly, Mello leans over to say. "Parting those virgin holes doesn't seem so bad in comparison, now does it?" Patting the newbie on the back, he pushes him up to the counter. Setting down a 20 dollar bill he says. "Order anything."
"Chicken club." He says to the man behind the counter. Stoic demeanor back in place, Near says softly to Mello. "You've given me something to think about."
"We'd better take this love fest outside," Matt interrupts. "I think we've become offensive because of our collective stink."
Meals in hand, the 3 leave the deli and head back to their pile up of street collectables on the corner. They're chatting casually, almost as if to disperse the tense air forming around them from their conversation.
"Uh-oh." Mello smirks knowingly. "Looks like someone's been robbed."
"Shit." Near spots a pair of his jeans; undoubtedly left behind because whoever robbed him couldn't fit them. Picking up the jeans, he slumps onto the partly cushioned sidewalk.
"Welcome to being homeless." Mello shrugged a hand with a laugh. Sitting down, he wraps an arm around Near's shoulders.
Mello didn't know it, and I wouldn't tell him... but having him hold me like that was very comforting. It held my nerves in check when I was sure they were slipping. I had a sick feeling in my stomach after that day as well; anytime Matt or Mello went missing for a short or long period of time. I actually threw up once. I didn't feel bad for them, it was their choice, but for me... it felt like I would become desensitized to it and give in.
Even as Near I didn't want that for myself. So, once again, I tried to get my plan going. School's out, I figured it would be the perfect time to blend in with the part-time crowd my age. It wasn't how I'd expected though.
I made it through the door as a bag boy, even a shelf stocker... I had the application in my hand. But when filling it out, I left a lot of blanks to fill in. Namely no phone number and no social security. As I looked around that dark hotel room, I realized that something had broken inside of me, because I knew what was in store once I found Mello and Matt three days later...
"Are you sure about this, Near?" Matt stood beside the teen, hands in his pockets, head down, and swaying out of uncertainty of the situation.
Near woke up very early in the morning and placed himself on the corner where Johns know who's ready for 'pick up'. Matt was roused by the male's foot brushing past him, he thought that Near was off to pee or something, but through half-lidded eyes he watched the younger male pace back and forth on 'pick up corner' and he knew no good was going to come from it. Not today anyway.
He and Mello knew the kid should get his feet wet right off the bat, but he went missing for three days only to return and say that things didn't work out. Frankly, both would have rather seen the green male return to the orphanage where he came from. He isn't ready for this life, and he may never be. He still has two years left to get adopted, he should use them to really put himself out there, not throw them away from uncertain outcomes.
But alas, here they are on the street corner, standing around waiting for the early morning business rush. Men going home, needing quickies before facing a new day, their family, or they're just horny for whatever reason these men arrive so fucking hot and jazzed for some favors.
Whipping out his handheld, he turns it on to play while waiting around, and during the time it took for the loading screen to finish through, he elbows Near with a gentle nudge. And Matt says very sternly but also softly. "We're both ok with splitting the money with you. You know Mello by now, he was only trying to freak you out so you'd go back to the orphanage."
Shooting daggers to his left, Near almost bristled.
"Seriously." He cursed after saying that, but only because the battery power in his game just died.
Apparently money isn't the only thing starving men provide. Matt seems like an avid gamer; Near wondered if he'd be given things that suit his personal interest: books, puzzles? Having puzzles and maybe a book or two for reading or doing crosswords, word searches, or sudoku. It would be really nice for passing the time.
"Matt," And his tone is so disconnected and distant that you'd think he'd just pointed down and said "a cricket" rather than what he really says. "I had to hear you taking it against the brick wall, right where we were trying to sleep." Closing his eyes he says very sincerely. "I won't be burdened that that extra effort is because of me."
Snowballed by that statement, Matt's expression sagged to disbelief followed by a smirk and a dismayed head shaking. "You were known as laughing boy when you were a baby, huh Near?"
"I was hilarious." He fixed his hair from when Matt tousled it.
Further teasing him, the chain smoking gamer picks his fingers through the white mass looking just like a monkey checking its fellow friend and family for ticks. "This your real color?" Not finding dark roots he lets out an impressed snort.
"I never knew my parents, I'm probably half albino." He shrugs. Looking down the road he sees a few cars slowly approaching.
"It'll definitely draw some attention." Game stuffed into his large pants pocket, Matt lifts the goggles from around his neck to sit now over his eyes. "Go time." Leaning almost into Near, he whispers. "You can still back out."
"I'm doing it." Near stood his ground.
"Uh-huh." Lighting up a cigarette, he gives Near a shove toward a parking car. "You're up."
"Hi." Greets a grinning John, who is almost too calm. "Get in."
Gathering his temper more than his nerves, Near climbs into the blue Escalade. Giving one last look to his onlooking friend, he tries to ease Matt's fears with a simple nod. A weak smile is offered in return, followed up with a thumbs up.
The car moved slowly up the street to a place that's more discrete.
Near looked out the window trying to identify the location they've gone to. It looks like an old factory yard; there's white lettering painted on the large stone building that's worn and faded, but not enough that you can see that it used to read Kelloggs.
When the hum of the car silenced and the rolling movement stilled, Near's attention pricked hearing the driver leave the front of the car and move to the back where he's sitting. Letting out a steadying breath, he watches the man's every movement.
"Wow... this is a really lucky day for me. I got a raise and now I get to ravage something as beautiful as you." He grins shamelessly. "Are you new, or did you just change areas. I'll die if I've been missing out until now."
Near glared at the man's lack of creativity towards dubbing him worthy of being a frequent of his. He then wondered where he went from here. Does he suggest, or turn down whatever offer he doesn't want?
"I'll take fifty for a blowjob." A sentence he never in his life thought he'd say. Turning his attention out the window when he doesn't get a reply, he also notices a train track.
He didn't expect this to be the place where he'd have his first sexual experience. Not just the location but what he's doing, and who he's doing it with. This whole thing is just really wrong. This was a mistake! Matt was right, and he should have listened.
"I've changed my mi-..."
But his words came to a brick wall when he gets pounced on! The hungry man's lecherous lips latched onto Near's neck like he were a fork and he's slowly sliding foie gras from it with his tongue. Doesn't this guy even know how to kiss? Or is he simply this slobbish when he can't control himself. He smashed Near down on the backseat pinning him between his thick thighs and his hips came down into a rough full grind- but it was sort of hard for him to get momentum going because of the crotch of his suit pants popping forward to keep his erection from meeting its desired pressure apply.
But this hindrance does little to help Near's tiny frame get a comfortable position, since the John is just sort of rolling and slamming his hips down for a better experience for himself. The movement of bounce bounce bounce, is made even stranger with the hungry grunts happening all around the thick air in the car; it sounds like Near's being violently beaten rather than having sex- or getting ready to.
Rolling his eyes, he says very calmly. "I said I've changed my mind."
Deciding to silence the babbling child, he moves his mouth from the boy's neck to his mouth in a full blown attack of tongue, teeth, and pressure. And it taste gross- not like, this is offensive so of course I don't like it gross- just literally gross. The guy must've had a powdered donut with strawberry jelly inside and the combination of spit and cloudy powder with strawberry made Near wanna throw up.
He yelped when his jeans are unbuckled and a meaty paw comes grabbing in, jerking his member to either get him hard or just get him off. It isn't working, there's no slickness, no chills up his spine, just rough jerking. He doesn't need the man's big broad tongue brushing his own, he doesn't need his sex ripped off by the man's rough tugging, he doesn't need any of this!
Near grabbed the man by the hair and pulled. He figured pulling strands straight from his scalp should shock him enough to stop him, but his attacker moaned like it was some sort of sexual foreplay. The more he tried to wriggle free to jamb his knee into his groin or gut, the more the man pressed his massive weight down onto him.
The newbie street walker went from panicked to fearful when belt buckle jingled in his ears. Okay. He asked for it. When the man's unsheathed boner stabbed him on the crotch through his jeans, Near decided that desperate times call for desperate measures; grabbing the man's blond hair again, he jerks his head back and chomps into his throat like a mad-dog would bite a bony little leg.
Even when the older man screamed and moved to back off, Near refused to let go and he doesn't... until punched off by numerous blows to the face by a very angry John. Blood in his teeth, both the man's and his own, his head lands exhausted on the seat.
There's a brief pause between the 2. A heated stare-down as they both process what had just happened. Near made his move first, rolling over he reaches for the lock on the door then the handle once the latch is pulled free. Something he hadn't anticipated. Child locks. The handle just swung up and down in his frantic tug but the door didn't budge at all.
Snickering with triumph, blondie grabs Near by the hips jerking at his jeans. He didn't care whether they were unfastened or not, he was getting them off even if he had to tear them! Grabbed and pulled to the man's bare lap, Near wriggles and squirms while his jeans are undone and his screaming mouth- God, when had he even started screaming?- is covered by the man's other.
"Come on dummy, you want this- stop squirming!" He shouted while trying to keep his hand over the boy's mouth. "Aaah!" He screamed when two of his fingers are bitten into.
Near was momentarily confused when the man shook him, it was like how you'd shake a muffin or a cake pan when you want the bubbles to get from under the bottom. Trying to throw his head back he was met with chest and the damage done wasn't as effective as it would have been had the man been hit in the face.
Smacking the teen on the forehead, he barks into his ear. "What the fuck did you get in the car for?"
He's clearly past the point of playing around, and now he's just gonna take. Arm acting like a bar over Near's chest, his other hand reaches forward and down between his legs where he cries out from having his buttcheek gripped and squeezed while John tries to get in.
"I said I've changed my mind!" Near hollered in a voice he didn't even know he could get. "Buy someone else!"
His wriggling was futile, he's stuck. Even with all the bucking and tugging he's doing to get away it doesn't make a difference in freeing him at all. This is it, all hope is lost in getting away. Or at least it should have been, but ahead of them light came into the car, and with it a blond devil moving faster than the confused pairs eyes can adjust because Near saw the black blur of a gloved fist, but his John is the one who felt it.
The teen felt the damp trickling of blood spatter down the back of his neck and beyond the collar of his shirt. He cried out in pain, releasing Near in exchange of holding his broken nose. Trapped between the two, Near moved his head out of the way of Mello's pummel.
"Stooop." The man groaned when his head lulled back and forward only to be hit one last time so that the back of it smacked the tinted window. "Stop, he's... ugh" He groaned and closed his eyes. "He's not worth it."
"Come on!" The teen's hero snapped, and jerked him out of the car by the collar of his shirt.
"Little shithead... I fucking paid you." John spat blood from his mouth. "You can't just keep my money."
"Did he pay you?" He doesn't care if the man had, he'll toss the shit back at him and they'll move on, but he for sure isn't going to give him Near.
"No." Near replied in an annoyed calm. He's not only trying to catch his breath but his footing after being tugged from the car.
"He says, no." Releasing Near's clothes, he replaces the wad of shirt with a switchblade. Mello doesn't exactly brandish it about like a wild child without a cause, but he certainly makes its appearance known by tapping against the doorframe which he is leaning. "So tuck your two inch back into your bargain bin pants, and get back to your family, because he doesn't want it." He looks to Near and asks. "Do you want it?"
"No."
Shaking is head, he repeats in a casual tone. "Nope." He shrugs. Closing the door, he grabs the younger male by his collar again. "I'm gonna kill, Matt. Right after I'm through with you!"
Honestly, Mello could have killed me until he actually killed me, if that makes any sense at all. But I'm glad he showed up when he did, because for the first in my life I was scared.
Things had changed from that day, it acted as an eye opener for me. I was going to continue with my decision to make money as a street walker, since dealing drugs still didn't appeal to me. But the three of us decided on a different sort of method for me. Matt was the one who'd brought it up two days after my nearly being raped.
"Remember when we first started out?"
To Near, who turned his head to look at the red head, it sounded as if Matt were speaking of a time when he and Mello were young-famous and not the stars they are today. But it got his attention from drawing on the sidewalk with a sharply tipped rock; Mello long since cocked a brow at the younger male's scribbles of robots on the curb.
"We didn't want some slobby fat fucker getting all friendly with us, so we piggy-backed to get him off."
Stealing a glance at his long time friend; and if Near were sure of his hunches- the two are also lovers, Matt wondered how his proposition was going to be received. To him, it looked as though Mello would have sprayed his sip into the air- if he were drinking something- but instead he just took a snap from the Hershey he bought when they stopped into a gas station to use the bathroom.
It wasn't all they'd done in there, the 3 went in together and washed up in the sink scrubbing soapy water over their faces, necks, and just anywhere they could from the safety beyond the locked door. The three left that bathroom like Hell had broken loose on it in the form of wet dirt and soggy paper towels. But, minus their clothes and hair, they're clean. And while cruising the shelves for a very inexpensive lunch, Near wondered if he should buy a bottle of shampoo. After being robbed before he wasn't sure if he wanted any material possessions. But then all of that is really getting off topic.
"Could work. Near's gonna have to agree with it though." He looks at the cotton top with wonder.
"You can't honestly think I have any idea of what that is." Replied the propositioned.
Picking a bit of cheese from his ham sandwich Matt licks the mayonnaise from it while answering. "There are some Johns who just like to masturbate while they watch you do it."
"I've never touched myself before, I don't think I'll get much." He sips from his water bottle.
"What Matt's saying is that when we did it" He studies the newbies face waiting for it to turn pale. "we were together, doing things to each other."
Near finished his sandwich in silent contemplation, when finished he brushed crumbs from his hands and sighed. "I don't wanna have sex with you guys." He said very bluntly.
"We're not gonna fuck you, its just handjobs or blowjobs." Mello assured.
Chiming in Matt adds. "And some kissing sometimes."
Kicking his trash out into the street- something he's gotten used to doing- Near looks the two over. "Let's try it out."
Mello shrugged indifferently. "Okay." Shifting so he's now sideways, he opens his arms to Near.
Leaning into the waiting blond, Near wrapped his arms around Mello's neck like a novice and just went in for it, fast enough to knock the bony male onto his butt. He lacked confidence in the first place, but hearing Matt rolling with laughter beside them backed the teen off.
"Oh man, he sheep-dogged you!" he kicked his feet, pointing and laughing at the same time.
Running the back of his hand across his mouth, Mello grimace. "You're not supposed to just jam your tongue down my throat!" Groaning in disgust; he takes advantage of his tipped posture and lays his head down on Matt's lap. "Its just gross." He exaggerates.
Rolling his eyes at them both, he sits back in his usual style of one knee up and the other bent under him. "Then teach me so that I'm better at it."
"I'll pass. Matt," He moves himself out of their way. "you're up."
Suddenly shy, the red head scratched the back of his head. "Okay, but no tongue. Just ease into it."
"I know." Near said sounding almost impatient with the whole situation.
Swallowing his nerves, Matt cups Near's cheek and moves in. It was hard not to laugh at how ridiculous he knew they both felt, more so when their lips meet and he finds himself tilting the male's head and muttering against his mouth that he should part his lips.
Mello watched with unnerved amusement over the fact that they're teaching a virgin how to make out and be sexy just so some pedophile can have his way with him, the world is sick and cruel to make this anyone's normal.
Parting their mouths, Matt says with embarrassment in his tone. "Your pecs are fine, but you should put force behind your make-out skills, kind of like... I don't know, you're trying to pull water from my mouth." Returning to his seat beside Mello, he ends the lesson with. "Its sort of suck and pulls, I guess." He scoffs when Mello lays back down on his lap to use him as a pillow.
Nodding, Near says. "I understand." Confidence brewing, he climbs between Mello's swinging knees and bends over claiming his lips with his own.
Matt flat-lined in bewildered horror at the sight. Near's not only kissing Mello, but the blond is returning it! Where'd the squirt get that kind of confidence? Especially that peek of tongue brushing the blond's lower lip that his orange shrouded vision spied. When Near pulled back sitting away from his crawl, he smirked with pride at having shocked the blond who'd given up on him so quickly.
"So how was that?" He asked without being smug, which in turn only made it sound just that.
"I've had better." Mello smirked.
"...That was... kinda hot." Matt admitted with a snicker as he lit up.
"Whatever. So now that Sex Ed. is over, you think you can pull it off tonight?" Mello sits up before he's bombarded again. "We're running low on funds between Matty's obsession, and mine."
Matt blows out some cigarette steam mixed with a very miffed. "Hn."
"Batteries and cigarettes, addictions are more expensive than my one."
"It won't be for long. I saw Near eyeing some toys in that store while we got those books of his."
Shaking his head, Mello says in all kidding seriousness. "Don't play with toys if you're gonna kiss like that, it's fucked up."
"Then maybe I should go back to slobbering on you." Comments the male.
"Hn." Scoffs the blond. "He's not making out with guys a full day and already he's getting cocky, and making jokes." Smirking around the bite, he snaps off a square of his candy bar.
Leaning back against the wall of the nameless building they park in front of, Near looks at the summer sky. "It's a nice addiction... playing with toys. It helps me think."
"What do you do now that you don't have them?" Asks Mello curiously.
Looking at the two, he shrugs. "Sometimes I'll just look at the moving people and the buildings, they'll Lego into skyscrapers, or go off and fight evil." He smiles, its an odd expression on his face, looking almost inhuman.
"What kind of toys are we?" Matt asks unintentionally brought in on the conversation.
"Cyclops from X-Men, because of your goggles, and Mello" He turns his gaze to the blond. "He-Man because of his hair." He didn't add that, secretly, he sort of sees the blond as a hero for showing up that morning.
Blinking, Mello finishes his candy bar, crumpling the wrapper before throwing it into the street. "Piggy backing with you is gonna be so weird."
"Its only until I get comfortable with perverts." Near stated very matter-of-factly.
Mello was so heart-broken inside all he could really do to that statement was laugh, and give the teen a one-armed hug. And Near, unseen on the outside, just ate it up on the inside.
We spent the rest of that afternoon exchanging stories and working on our kissing. Honestly, it was bizarre for me. Even when I'd gotten the hang of it, I still didn't feel comfortable doing it. I like Matt, and I... like Mello. Even the part of me that was somewhat excited by it, still didn't want for it to be going on. The whole day had been overwhelming, but night soon came and we were waiting around for the right cars to come by so we could get some spending money.
"Try the red Hyundai." Matt points at a car that seemed to linger at the stop sign.
Audibly getting up from the ground, Mello ambles over to the car leaning down into the window.
"He's pretty sexy right?"
"Who?" Near asked while knowing full well who was being spoken about.
"Mel'." He looks after the blond smiling. "He opens doors... people see me and think, spaz. But not Mello, he's got animal magnetism." Popping his knee into Near's he says playfully. "I fell for him day one, so its cool if you like him too cause I understand being on the other side."
"I don't like him." He said in a flat tone but a little too quickly that not even he believed it.
Snickering, he shakes his head to that. Spotting Mello wave them over, he waves back. "So like him, I don't care. I can share Mello with you, God knows if I'm not beating out the teeth of dirty older men who should know better, sharing him with a friend is practically a treat."
"Saying that isn't necessary, because I don't like him." Standing as well, he follows after the redhead into the backseat of the car.
It was awkward. Oh how it was awkward. Near sat in the background of the dropped back bench seat that's now a bed, and watched as Mello and Matt unzipped and maneuvered their jeans off of their bodies, dropping them into the small space behind the bed. He stole glances at the man in the front seat, also naked from the waist down, stroking the head of his cock that's just starting to come to life.
'What should I do?' He wonders.
Looking at his friends again, he grabs Matt by the rear giving it a squeeze. Glancing at the John, he receives a quizzical look. Unsure, he sighs.
"Maybe if we had some music?" He suggests.
Through a shuddered pant the John says. "Music? Okay." He sighs loudly when Matt and Mello let out a groan. Turning on the battery, he finds the station with well enough tunes playing and turned it up enough to be heard, while still hearing them.
Wetting his mouth, he crawls toward the two. Mello grabs the teen by the jaw and pulls him over Matt's shoulder a bit to kiss him; Near shivered to the extent that a sigh escaped his mouth, when the tip of Mello's tongue coursed its way along his jaw and up to his earlobe where he nipped it before whispering in a rapid snip.
"Relax."
He nods, and tries to unwork the knot in his gut, especially when Matt moves aside to allow the blond to start undoing Near's jeans. Near was mortified by the act but strangely curious as to what would go on, so he just swallowed and allowed himself to be laid back on Matt's lap.
His jeans and boxers the first to go, he sucks in and holds his breath when his shirt is unbuttoned and Mello's leather clad hands come running up his chest in pleasant little to large circles. The blond dipped his head and ran his tongue up Near's body, starting mid-thigh up to whirl around the dip of his bellybutton. Near was torn between wanting him to go on, and kicking Mello in the gut for causing his heart to race while clouding his mind.
"Oh God... keep that up." The John said; startling Near from his cloud.
He looks at the panting sweaty man in disgust, but loses that sense of being watched when Matt's hand fondles him below the gently rising erection; Mello brings up the rear by taking in the tip of its head. Near's dark grays are just as focused in as the John's in the front seat.
"Blondie, kiss the redhead." He muttered with his head tipped back. "Nipples. Go ahead."
Not wanting to sit just like a lump while his two friends make-out over him, Near gently tugs at Mello's erection. He's never done it before because being arrested for indecent exposure wasn't something any of them wanted. Besides, they weren't even really making-out, they were just goofing around and kissing. This is a whole other thing.
But Mello doesn't seem to mind, infact he moves his hips into Near's grasp, while now kissing Matt's mouth. Watching the two from Matt's lap, Near held his own sighs at the lovely shot of tongue and heated expressions.
"Suck on him."
Near looked to the John watching them, his back is arched and he's pumping in time with the hand he has on Mello.
"Go ahead."
Taking his time, stalling really, Near unzips Mello's shirt shoving it from his body. The blond helped him by shrugging his arms back; Matt removed his own leaving them just an obscene heap of nudity minus Near's snow white shirt, but it didn't seem to be in the way of anyone so it remained on though undone. It was like a kind of modesty.
Grabbing Mello's need again, he slowly brings it up to his lips brought on by nerves and just wanting to try he slipped it past his lips at a tauntingly slow speed. And the groan he sent into Matt's neck was encouragement enough for him to suck it when taking in as much as he could.
The John was practically whimpering at the sight and he slowed his own pace to match Near's puffing cheeks, imaging that its He who is in the child's mouth. This kid couldn't be more than twelve, this was so damned erotic to him he was sure they were gonna be stopped because he has to be dreaming.
Mello didn't wanna move, despite it killing him because their new friend can really tease the shit out of a guy with those timid little laps he's running around his shaft. Its putting a whole new bite into his kissing and sucking on Matt's mouth and neck. He lowers a hand to caress Near's cheeks. He shook his head at his inner shame that the boy cuddled to it, so he instead moved his hand to Matt's abandoned throb, jerking it at the slow pace Near is taking him.
"Move your thigh blondie- the left one." He cleared up when the teal glance passed his way.
It was an odd angle, but not undoable, so he lowered his left leg a bit back and raised the right so that he appeared in sort of a half-assed kneel.
"Rock your hips now, and please say my name." The man asked while rolling his balls in his palm.
"What's your name?" Matt asked in a tone Near's never heard before.
"Xavier."
Near could have laughed at how ridiculous that was to use in the bedroom voice, but he was shocked by Mello's sudden thrust and he gagged on it.
"Sorry." He whispered.
"Pace yourself, kid."
It took everything not to object to being called a kid, but Near instead focused on giving Mello a good enough time. He was really glad no one was touching him at the moment, he was sure he'd humiliate himself by letting go on the spot. The very act of it all is trippy enough to be enough. He doesn't need any manipulation from either of them.
The erotic sounds spilled out of their mouths while some oddly appropriate rap songs played out of the radio, the guy had just surfed around and stopped on whatever didn't have news playing after all, but with how sexually explicit the lyrics are it actually fit pretty well as Kanye West's 'Monster' hummed in the background.
You'd swear the man had asthma with the panting he's doing while pretending that he's inside Near's mouth. Matt and Mello whispered and moaned the man's name, it was awkward- at least to Near, who's new at this- but he let them have at it since his mouth is occupied.
"You. Boy. What's your name?"
"Its Near." Mello says.
Near could have bit him! Mello had no right to do that. Last thing he wants is this guy coming around the neighborhood to call on him. But he instead sucked away and left his feelings for later. Besides, when the man sped up and started crying out Near's name, Mello and Matt put a hand over his ears. He owed them at least that much.
And when the John came on the window of the passenger's seat, he let the three of them go, whether they came or not. He paid them, a hundred each, and let them go. Guess all those confused giftless wives have still got no clue where the missing money is going if not on them or groceries, or bills. Its going to well paid street walkers for a good time and he could see now, a good show.
"Thanks for telling him my name, Mello." Near snipped once they've reached their street corner. "I don't want that guy asking around for me by name."
"You're not exactly easy to forget grandpa." He tousles the boy's hair.
Near forgot about his hair, being so used to it that it isn't a noticeable issue.
"Well, we're gonna fuck around..." He puts an arm around Matt's shoulders. "Are you in?"
"No." Near sat down, feeling ashamed and, unfortunately, turned on.
"Suit yourself."
Laying down, he tried to will his erection away while at the same time shut out the sound of Matt and Mello fucking very close to where he's trying to sleep. Growling with frustration over knowing why his friends are so hot, and being aroused and unattended to- though he was invited.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Near called to the two.
Unsure if they'd heard him or not, he didn't care, he just wanted to get away.
x x x
Done relieving himself in the bathroom, Near sits himself on the sidewalk by the gas station watching the cars passing through.
"Coffee?"
"What?" He turns his head and sees the man from the bakery.
"Well, cappuccino- its hazel nut. I figured you'd want a nut, since you don't like sweets." He hands the paper cup to the male. "It's hot."
"Are you stalking me?"
"I hope not, 'cause that's against the law." The man takes a sip of his stronger drink. Heavily sugared if his amount of purchase from the bakery was anything to go by.
"Finally, someone who gets it."
"What do you mean?"
Near sips his drink, even on a summer night feeling the warmth inside of him was really nice. Comforting. "I have to do things in order to survive out here, I'm not exactly proud of those things either."
"I see." He sips his drink.
They're silent a moment then the man speaks again.
"I don't know your current situation, but if these things you're not so proud of go along with the larger decision... maybe its best if you leave pride at the door."
"Maybe."
"That's the spirit!" Standing, he holds a hand out to the teen. "Good luck."
"Yeah."
The weird guy who likes sugar was right, I should just suck it up. It was my choice to have this life, even though it wasn't it happened. And since this alternate situation seemed to present itself, I was unfortunately stuck. So I sucked it up through July, going on piggy-backs with Matt alone, Mello alone, or both. There was one time when I braved going by myself, and it went surprisingly well. The man didn't attack me as my first John had, and he didn't ask anything more of me than to watch. But I knew a time would come when I would have to give in if I wanted more money, because not every John was wealthy and you'd only get whatever they were willing to offer, what you did for it and for how long was your choice.
It was the first day of August when Mello and I were sitting around waiting for Matt to return from one of his jobs, I asked him what it felt like to have sex. Its not as if I'd brought it up, he actually was telling me something that I'd already concluded myself, that eventually , I'd have to give in to someone. Since I was well enough off to go in for pleasure voyeurism then I could handle taking it. Honestly, I think he was afraid of me being raped, like my first John had tried. I was worried about the same. He flat out told me that he didn't want my first time to be bad.
So I asked him...
"Mello?"
The blond looks at Near.
"Will you... have sex with me- just to get it out of the way." He added before the blond could believe it was because Near wanted to or something.
"Sure. Pick a place."
"I've got some money saved up, for rainy days that we don't wanna sleep outside." He honestly couldn't believe he got a 'yes'. "We can get a cheap motel, there's this one I always go to-.."
"When you ditch Matt and me?" Mello interrupts.
"I'm not ditching you, I'm clearing my head." He explained though he felt he had no reason to. What business was it of Mello's what he did when he left?
"Oh what? Its not all action figures and My Little Pony up there?" Smiling at his joke, Mello then nods. "Motel it is."
"Thank you."
We got our chance that very night because there was a nasty storm going on. The three of us were together, but Mello didn't seem to care, especially when Matt climbed into the shower, and he looked over to me and said "Let's go."
It felt weird to be sincerely naked for someone, and not just because they're scrapped for cash. He squirmed beneath Mello's warmth; practiced in how to touch him thanks to all the piggy-backing, he knows how to rub his hands up Mello's back and down between his cheeks. He knows how and when to arch his back during touches to heighten the pleasure; and without some sick older man watching them his erection felt so much more pronounced to him, so hungry and in need to grind in return to Mello's grin he began to hump into him like a needle were pinching him and he couldn't settle away from it.
"Slow down." Mello said into his neck. "I'm not trying to make love to you," he cleared that up. "But there's no rush." He busies himself by kissing Near's shoulder and collarbone before speaking again. "Matt's gonna be in there for a while, he hasn't had a shower outside of a bathroom sink in seven months."
Near was glad they'd bathed first if Matt was really planning on being that long. And listening to the experienced blond he slows his rolling hips and deepens his starving kiss. His nerves were working on over-time and every time Mello grabbed his member he had to tell himself to calm down.
"I should have bought lubricant." Near said into the pillow when he was turned over.
"It'll be fine."
He scrunched his eyes when Mello parts him and lines himself up with his entrance. Near hoped so; between them enough slickness had to have been worked up during the grind. As they say Near oozed inexperience, and he'd seen Mello coating himself with it. He only hoped it was enough to keep it from hurting him in any way.
Mello's lips press into Near's back along the spine. Slowly, inch by inch he pushed in, stopping when feeling fearful resistance to pull back and let the teen calm his flexing muscles trying to get used to the different feeling.
Near's eyes squeezed shut when Mello shoves in in full the next time. He allowed the kissing and rubbing on his body to distract him from the pain screaming for attention in his lower back. Near felt embarrassed when Mello began to move, the blond had nuzzled his face into the back of his head as if it were so wonderful on his end that he had to hide it until the teen felt the same way.
And when the pain eased, and Mello's slow movements became almost wonderfully sluggish, Near was sure he was dead because Heaven felt beautiful. Hips raised to meet the blond's thrusts, he moved himself back and forth seeking more of that luscious pressure, more of the filling-and-emptying that is sex, more of that tingling in his soul that attached itself to Mello's every movement over and in him. The hand gripping and smoothing roughly up his left thigh, brushes teasingly past his member to caress the other thigh. Their breaths mingled and the loud booms from the storm caught their moans and cries dulling them as if in challenge that they couldn't get louder.
And you would swear that the lightning had been from their friction with how brightness of the room illuminated when they neared climax. Near felt a voltage of the same magnitude run through him when Mello's warmth filled him and his own ran out like a lightning bolt that went in from Mello and ran around inside of him before finding its way out. Body slick with sweat, and nethers leaking, he was sure he'd want another shower, granted being spent doesn't knock him out by the time Matt gets out.
Mello snickered in his ear, smacking him on the butt-cheek before pulling out, pulling away... And Near was left panting and tired, and cold because it shouldn't. It just shouldn't...
Something this good shouldn't be given to sexually depraved assholes with nothing better to do than pretend their wives aren't good enough. And for the ones that aren't married, there's always self exploration. And then there's that saying that there's someone for everyone, it probably includes sickos too.
But as Mello's hand found his member, and slowly jerked him up and down, the pace picking up when Near's back arched from the bed and moaned more and more until he was erect once again, he knew more than anything that he didn't want this life. Not for himself, nor for Matt or Mello. His legs parted and Mello, once again, facing him, hugging him... Slid inside again. To be close to him.
It was my fault for getting attached to them... to Mello. Because that fear made me feel like getting away from them before I became stupid, jealous, angry at the Johns, and angry at the two of them for never making enough to just get a decent home to live in. It was because I became attached that I ran into Him. And that's where my real problem started.
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Commentary: Thanks for reading and reviewing if you chose to, I appreciate and listen to it very much to improve. I was going to cut the end scenes up because yeesh look where I'm posting this. But then I wondered if it were so bad, so I'll leave it.
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