Playing With Fire
by Asthon and Lynsey

Part One:

Huddled against the boarded up doorway of what was once a popular bar and grill, Paulie embraced his spare torso and rubbed vigorously at his bare arms. Goosebumps dancing over his fair skin, as he tapped the barbell in his tongue, with annoyance, against the back of his teeth. He hated nights like this - nights when he was forced to stand out in the cold, freezing his ass off. It wasn't easy to look inviting, not when he was shivering obviously -- his long brown hair damp with rain, matted and clinging to his gaunt face. He felt like a poor, drowned rat. It'd help if he had a fucking jacket, but then, something flashy enough to wear while working, would cost a penny or two. And a penny or two, he just didn't have. As it was, half the clothes he wore, were borrowed from his roommate Thad. Tonight, it was the ill-fitting red leathers again. While they clung to Thad like a second layer of skin, Paulie couldn't manage to keep the fucking things from sliding down his hips. In the end, it didn't matter though. The overall affect was just as trashy. And if the pants didn't catch enough attention, the words, "Enjoy Cock" printed in bold white letters across his sleeveless black tee, certainly would. The shirt had been given to him long ago as a joke. Ironic, how it no longer seemed amusing.

Paulie smirked bitterly at the thought - at the memory of the boy who'd given him the shirt. Then, as quickly as his mind had veered off in that direction, Paulie slammed the door shut. What did the past matter anyway? It wasn't as if he could change what had happened years ago. The only thing he could do, was make certain it never happen again. And he WOULD make sure of that, even if it killed him.

The sound of tires traveling over wet pavement caught Paulie's attention. For a moment, he stood taller, pale blue eyes transfixed on the approaching vehicle. The silver, four door sedan slowed as it approached, and for a fleeting second, Paulie thought it might actually stop. When it didn't, he let out a loud, frustrated groan and slouched back against the door. He never turned as many tricks in shit-weather, as he did on the clearer nights. By this time on a Saturday evening, during the warmer months, Paulie's lips would already be swollen -- sore and red, from rough skin on skin friction, a fat wad of cash already crammed safely in his black leather boot.

Listening to the steady patter of rain on the tattered awning above the doorway, Paulie made a mental note to check Goodwill for a jacket. Maybe tomorrow...if he could scrounge up enough money. Although, that didn't look too promising from the way things were going. Maybe Thad was having a decent night? Paulie was sure that if his friend was raking in some cash, he could bitch and whine enough to get the guy to throw a few bucks his way.

Again came the sound of a car, sloshing through puddles as it neared. Paulie glanced down the street, making a solid attempt not to get his hopes up. The silver sedan was back. This time, the vehicle slowed to a crawl and pulled to the curb. Bingo. He had a bite.

Paulie hesitated for a second, then tossed his stringy hair back out of his face, stepping away from the shelter of his doorway. He narrowed his eyes, trying to make out the shadowy figure, sitting alone in the darkened interior of the car. Wondering what his latest benefactor might look like, as he began to close the distance between them. Not that it mattered too much. It had become rather easy for Paulie to turn himself off emotionally, during sex. A hard learned skill, but an essential one. How else could he be expected to suck down the vilest of cock? Cock no one else wanted to touch, let alone blow? If Paulie paid the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing, what the dick in his mouth tasted like, or how the sweaty-fucker smelled "down there", while he was sucking the guy off, he knew he'd vomit. Yes. Most of the time, it was much better to put yourself miles away from what was going on, considering what some of the clients were like. While he found it almost sad to admit, even to himself, Paulie preferred the married men. At least they were well-kept.

When finally, he'd reached the passenger-side window, Paulie wrapped his knuckles against the wet glass. Waiting a few awkward seconds, until the electric window crept down. Anxious to be out of the rain, Paulie leaned through the open window, licking at his full pink lips in a manner that had always proved effective.

"Hey, baby...think you could take me for a ride?" His voice reflecting a boldness and playfulness he didn't feel, not until he found himself gazing directly into the other man's face. Fuck. The guy was hot. No..not just hot...beautiful. Bright blue eyes stared up at Paulie from a perfectly sculpted face -- wide eyes, almost childlike. Long dark lashes, blinking at him questioningly. Golden blond hair, short and neat, so soft looking that Paulie had to resist the sudden urge to reach out and comb his fingertips through the honey waves. His stomach flipped involuntarily. A slow grin, tugging at the corner of his mouth, "well? It's awful chilly out here...aren't you gonna invite me in?"

The man's expression remained blank, as he nodded. "Yeah... Get in." He leaned over and grabbed the interior door handle and gave it a push, cracking it open. Without hesitation, Paulie hopped inside and slammed the door shut, immediately searching for the button to raise up the widow.

"Holy shit, I'm fucking cold. Crank the heat, would ya?" Paulie rubbed his bony hands together, then tilted his head, shooting a flirtatious look at the handsome, young driver. "Hmm. I think maybe you should slide your ass closer and keep me warm." For the life of him, Paulie could have sworn the guy blushed.

"How much?" All business, voice flat. Paulie sincerely hoped he didn't fuck with as much enthusiasm as he spoke.

"For what? For you to warm me up? I hope you're kidding." Chuckling softly, Paulie leaned over the console between them, wrapping one skinny arm around the man's solid chest. Nuzzling against his neck. The heady scent of cologne tickling his nostrils, almost intoxicating Paulie, as he opened his mouth and sucked a thin layer of delicate skin between his teeth. Gnawing gently, bathing the hot, fragrant tissue with his tongue -- Paulie slipped his smallish hand beneath the man's suede jacket and raked his nails downward over the crisp white shirt, scratching lightly at one erect nipple. Paulie could feel the man's muscles tense at his touch, and would have been quick to assume he wasn't enjoying the attention, had it not been for the sound of his ragged breath, resounding through the silence in the car. Feeling particularly wicked, Paulie moaned against the stranger's reddened neck and snaked his hand down over the man's torso, resting it between his thighs, pressing his palm against the hard dick, jutting like a tent, at the front of the other's khaki pants. Yeah...he liked it all right. A man's body rarely knew how to lie.

Without warning, the trick grabbed firm hold of Paulie's wrist, ripping the boy's hand away from his hardon, "Jesus... STOP that!"

As if he'd been slapped across the face, Paulie recoiled, leaning back against the passanger-side door as he eyed the other man suspiciously. "What the fuck is YOUR problem? You wasting my time or somthin'?"

"Look, I don't want your mouth all over me. God only knows where it's been, okay? I was under the impression that whores didn't get into all that sorta stuff." A bright red flush began to spread upward over the man's slender neck. He brought one hand up to his forehead and massaged it with long fingers, "Just...just tell me how much you want for a blowjob."

Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Paulie knew he was a whore, but hearing the word spat out by the man next to him, still sent his blood pressure soaring. Talk about balls. He didn't TAKE insults. Not from tricks, not from ANYONE. It occurred to him then, that the man had asked for a price quote...twice. Suddenly, he understood. "Oh yeah? I bet you'd like me tell you that, wouldn't you?" Paulie set his jaw and glowered, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"What's THAT supposed to mean?" The blond furrowed his brow, and locked eyes with his young companion.

"It means...I smell bacon." Paulie sneered, "now why don't you show me some ID? I know my rights, if I ask...and you're a pig...you gotta flash me your badge."

The man sighed heavily and shook his head, reaching into the pocket of his jacket for his wallet. Without turning his head to watch the expression on Paulie's face, he flipped the black bi-fold open, displaying a shiny, metal badge.

"Ahhh...hahahaha...man, looks like you're the one who got busted tonight." Tossing his head back, Paulie laughed maniacally, until the sound became a shrill cackle. "No offense, but you realize you suck at this, right?"

In one swift motion, Paulie's hand shot out and snatched the black bi-fold. He flipped it open once again, and peered down at the identification enclosed within, "Detective Grant Moretti, eh? How the hell did YOU ever make detective? Jesus, that's just SAD."

"Honest work isn't something I'd expect YOU to understand." His voice weary, Grant turned abruptly and faced Paulie. Large blue eyes searing into the other's, with more than a hint of irritation. "Can I have that back now?"

"Sure, I don't fucking want it." A wicked grin played on his lips, "though I've gotta say, for such a shitty detective, that hardon you were sporting a few minutes ago seemed pretty authentic. Wanna tell me how you managed to get such a big stiffy...and so quickly too?"

With that, Paulie reached out and brushed the leather wallet against Grant's open palm, yanking it back again the very second the man tried to close his fingers around it. "Aww. Almost had it...wanna try again?"

"Kid, don't fuck with me...or I'll haul your ass in. Just give me back the ID and get out."

"Ouch, baby. Keep talkin' to me like that and you're gonna hurt my feelings." Never tearing his eyes away from Grant's harsh stare, Paulie lifted his narrow, leather-clad hips up off the seat. "Tell you what, why don't you come and get your precious ID, eh? I dare ya."

Biting down on his lower lip, Paulie worked the bi-fold down the front of his pants, letting the smooth material adhere to his bare, moist skin. Settling back down in the car seat, he cocked an eyebrow at the detective, a self-satisfied smile on his angular face. Though he realized he was toying with fire, Paulie couldn't seem to stop himself. There was something about the man next to him that begged for attention. And besides, he was in no rush to be out in the rain again. Not when he could spend time in a heated car, alongside a blond, wide-eyes man, the likes of which would make the gods envious.

"Alright! That's IT!"

"Yeah? That's it WHAT? What are you gonna do?" Feeling increasingly confident, Paulie crawled over the console separating them, bracing his lanky form between that and the door. His face just inches away from the detective's, so close their hot breath mingled and caressed one another's skin with each huff. "Reach inside and take it. Go on."

As he watched, Grant's cheeks grew bright red, until it appeared his flesh might be burning and hot to the touch. Eyes locked -- daring one another to look away. Adreneline pumping through Paulie's system, heart hammer hammering against his ribs as he anticipated the other man's next move.

Much to Paulie's surprise, the detective grasped the waist of his leathers, two fingers slipping down inside, rubbing agaist the bare skin underneath. With one sharp tug, the front clasps were ripped open.

"Careful, the your wallet's clinging to my cock." Whispering hoarsely, Paulie searched the other's face for a dim flicker of excitement and found himself disappointed, when none was found. The man's face remained stone-cold. The tension, suffocating.

As soon as he felt the bi-fold being peeled away from his tacky skin, on impulse, Paulie bent forward and captured Grant's lush mouth with his own. Uncertain as to why gaining the other's attention seemed important, but knowing that he was seeking it out desperately, regardless. And for now, he had it. Paulie could feel the detective's firm, silken lips moving tentatively against his own. He swallowed the urge to sigh, lost in the warm texture and taste of Grant's velvety pout. Encouraged, Paulie chanced more -- parted his own lips and let his tongue wander slowly, back and forth between the creases of the other's mouth, until finally it opened. Eagerly, he thrust his tongue inside, yearning to possess the hot, wet cavern rather than explore it.

The kiss deepening, Paulie felt his cock twinge and stiffen -- expanding until the fat, cushiony head was protruding obscenely from his open pants. He groped in the dark for Grant's hand, and finding it, brought it against the exposed portion of his dick. Crushing harder against the other's lips.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over again. With one forearm, the detective shoved Paulie off his lap, knocking him backwards against the steering wheel. Reluctant to give up the intimate contact, Paulie resisted, clutching at Grant's coat with both hands ineffectually. Almost whimpering in protest, until a hard blow struck him across the jaw.

With a loud yelp, Paulie reeled sideways, falling into the passanger seat. Blinking and stunned, his bottom lip split - bleeding. In a daze, he flicked his tongue out as if to lick his wound clean, letting the coppery fluid fill his mouth.

Struggling to regain his composure, Paulie smiled coolly. Controlling his every _expression -- fighting the impulse to unleash the raw emotion that laid just beneath the surface. His anger had been pushed to the brink of boiling over at the slight physical assault, fragile ego shattered. "Yeah, I bet you like it that way, don't you? Good and rough. Bet the thought of slapping me around gets you hot."

"Look...I didn't mean to..."

Paulie tucked his swollen dick back into his leather pants with haste. No longer willing to look the other man in the eye. "Shut the fuck up. You're pathetic -- pathetic 'cause you know you want it...but you're afraid to get what you need. Fucking pussy. Guys like you make me sick." Shaking his head with disgust, he grabbed the door handle. And without looking back, climbed out of the dry car and stepped into the rain.

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