Pairing: original chars. T/Jay
Rating: R-ish. Contains (hopefully) graphic sex and language.

Notes: Prequel to �Pigs.� The first time T and Jay meet. More �stand alone� stories may someday follow, but I SWEAR I�m not turning these boys into a series, honest.

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T tucked a loose strand of long black hair behind his ear and nodded at Burt who was busy fleecing the father of four little girls out of what was probably the family�s grocery money.

�Be back in an hour or so, man.� T didn�t wait for an answer from the owner of the milk bottle game. He tried not to look at the youngest child, her wide eyes glued to the selection of huge stuffed animals hanging above them, her little mouth stained purple from the syrup of a snow cone. He thought it a shame there weren�t even any slum prizes like tiny plastic combs or animal shaped whistles at this booth for the kids to leave with. T ducked under a giant panda wearing sunglasses and walked away. He made up his mind that on Burt�s next break he would let two people win; two people with little kids.

He took off down the midway towards the spot where most of the food stands were gathered. It was a different set up at every stop, this time the food was at one end of the midway and the rides at the other, with games in between. T grabbed a slice of cheese pizza and a coke. After six months on the circuit, pizza was the only fair food he could still stomach. He wolfed down his dinner then took a walk out past the noise of the generators and hubbub of the midway. It was pretty land beyond the fairgrounds, hills and trees and winding two-lane roads that led in directions that T knew he would never explore. He wasn�t even sure where the fuck they were; somewhere in South Carolina, or maybe Tennessee. It didn�t matter, in a few more days the whole carnival would pack up and move on to the next town where they would set up and do it all over again.

The setting sun was turning the world pink and orange around the edges, soon the midway lights would fire up and fill the night sky with neon. It�s not a bad life, T told himself as he strolled along the edge of the fairgrounds, he got to travel all over the country, meet some good (and some really strange) people, and even though the setting up and tearing down was hard, it wasn�t as bad as roofing, T�s last job and it was steady pay if he stayed till the end of the season.

A scuffling sound in the wooded area to his left caught his attention. T stopped and listened, wondering if what he had heard was a cute and fuzzy little animal, or a large lunatic in search of a victim. The sound came again only it was followed by a low groaning noise. T�s first thought was the lunatic had already found a victim, but he soon realized how badly he had misjudged the situation when he took a few careful steps closer, intending to call out �who�s there,� and saw two figures behind a row of sweet smelling bushes. A middle-aged guy T recognized as one of the midway�s ride operators was getting a blow job in the woods. T wished he knew the guy�s name, it would make interrupting the them even more funny. He was willing to bet the guy had a girl like this in every city, some of the carneys he�d met were far worse than rock stars when it came to women and drugs. T opened his mouth to shout something obscene and ended up almost swallowing his tongue instead.

It wasn�t a girl on her knees in the dirt, it was a young guy with short dark hair and pale white skin that stood out even in the dusky light. T held his breath and moved a little closer, making sure to keep out well out of sight, practically hugging the big oak tree he was hiding behind. He watched the guy�s cock slide in and out of the boy�s mouth. Those lips were perfection. Soft-looking and lush, the sight of them stretching to accept the older man�s thick shaft was making T�s own cock harden in response. He wanted to reach down and stroke himself through his jeans, then pull his throbbing dick out and pump his hand up and down the length in time to the boy�s practiced sucking movements, but he didn�t dare. It was too risky, he didn�t want to get caught watching them and already he was terrified his laborious breathing was going to give him away. So he watched and he memorized. He took in every detail of the scene before him that the dimming light would allow. He would hold it in his mind until the end of the night when he could slip away to his own tent and much needed privacy. Then he would play with himself slowly, remembering exactly how hot the guy looked sucking the carney�s cock, working himself with the image of that mouth in his mind, jerking himself off in a frenzy towards the end as he pictured shooting his own load all over the stranger�s face. The only thing missing was the color of the boy�s eyes. T could tell they were probably a light color, but couldn�t make them out at this distance, in the quickening darkness.

�Oh, fuck, I�m gonna come!� The carney moaned, disrupting the pocket of silence afforded by the trees and shrubs. The boy pulled his mouth away and used his hand on the carney�s straining cock, muttering encouragement as he buried his nose in the guy�s curly pubic hair, licking and prodding the tightening sac below with his tongue. It only took a few seconds for the carney to lose his load, spewing thick white jets of come in the air that landed on the leaf-covered ground near where the younger guy was still crouched.

T watched as the boy stood and they both straightened their clothes. Then the carney handed the kid some folded up bills and they quickly went off in separate directions. The boy passed so close to T he could smell the musky lingering scent of sex and was sure he was going to be caught, but the kid never looked his way.

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�Slow night,� Burt said, rearranging the dirt floor with his feet. �How about you closing up alone tonight, T?�

�Sure, Burt, no problem.� And he meant it. T would much rather be on his own so he could think about the boy in the woods without having to worry about his arousal becoming too obvious and causing Burt to make some snide remark.

�Thanks. See you tomorrow, kid.�

�See ya.�

After Burt left, T pulled the metal folding chair he was sitting on slightly more into the shadows, away from the lights of the midway in hopes the few passersby would think the booth was closed. He propped his left ankle on his opposite knee and slid down low. He was almost comfortable when a questioning voice broke his reverie.

�How much to play?�

�Three balls for a dollar,� T answered without looking up.

�Now that�s a deal I can�t refuse.�

There was a hint of amusement in the smooth voice. T rose unhurriedly and retrieved three softballs from a basket, placing them on the counter before looking up. What he saw made his jaw drop.

The boy from the woods was standing in front of T with a wide grin on those perfect lips. He tossed a dollar down on the counter and picked up the first ball. He held it in both hands and rubbed it up, twisting his hands in opposite directions. T couldn�t help but notice the boy�s hands as he toyed with the ball, they were fine-boned and thin, with long tapering fingers and short, heavily chewed nails. The motion of those slim fingers reminded T of how they had looked just a few hours earlier wrapped around a hard cock.

T shook the image off and cleared his dry throat before saying, �Knock over all three and win the prize of your choice.�

The boy looked at T intently for a second, then threw the ball towards the stacked up bottles with a viscous grunt. It missed high by several feet. He threw the other two in rapid succession, missing high and wide with both.

�Damn. Guess my dad was right, I throw like a pussy.� he said with a self-deprecating laugh. �I don�t think I�ll embarrass myself more by trying again.� He started to walk away.

�Wait!� T shouted. He couldn�t let the guy just disappear. �Here, try it again, on me.�

The boy stepped back up to the counter. He rolled one of the softballs T put on the counter under his palm, but made no move to throw it.

�What�s the grift anyway?� he asked.

�Huh?� T wasn�t able to think straight with the object of his fantasy standing so close. The boy looked at least a couple years younger than T�s own twenty-two. Blue. T thought. His eyes are blue.

�The game. What�s up with it? It�s rigged, right?�

T stalled. He knew Burt would kill him if he told this guy the truth, but found he didn�t care as much as he should. He shrugged and said, �One out of every three bottles is weighted. As long as the weighted one is on the bottom, you can�t knock it over.�

�Ah, so if you want someone to win, you put the heavy bottle on top?�

�You got it.� T sat on the edge of the counter with his right leg bent to hide his growing desire.

�Cool. The name�s Jay, what�s yours?�

�T.�

�What�s it short for?�

T shook his head. �Nothing. I�m just plain T.�

�Well, nice to meet ya, just plain T.� Jay wet his lips and smiled. �How long you been doing this?�

�About six months, joined up in Chicago in April.� T was glad Jay didn�t press him about the origin of his name, he didn�t like to talk about it.

�I�ve never been to Chicago. Never been much of anywhere really. Jeez, I love your hair, are you part Indian or something?�

�Probably,� T said with a nod to his brown arms, �sure looks like it, but I�ll be damned if I know.�

Jay didn�t seem the least bit contrite. He carried on in his jovial manner. �I wish I could tan. Fuck, I�m so white I almost glow in the dark. But you, you�re seriously beautiful.�

Tongue-tied and blushing slightly, T ran his hand over the carpeted top of the counter by his thigh, wishing he knew how to tell Jay �he� was the beautiful one.

�Does it make you uncomfortable to be told you�re beautiful by another guy?� Jay asked quietly.

�Yeah. I�m not used to being told I�m beautiful, by anyone. The you being a guy part, that isn�t what bothers me.�

�Whew, I�m sure as hell glad to hear that. I wanted to talk to you earlier, you know, in the trees, but I couldn�t tell if you were turned on or freaked out.� Jay rolled the ball he was playing with closer to T�s leg.

�You saw me? Shit, I�m sorry. I didn�t mean to watch...� T let the sentence trail off since they both knew it wasn�t true.

�Are you kidding? I wanted you to watch. I was getting hot knowing you were there. At the end I even imagined it was you I was sucking off.� Jay�s fingers slipped off the ball and onto T�s leg. �You want to get out of here with me?�

T�s heartbeat was speeding out of control, he was rock hard and the fingers dancing across his denim clad leg were driving him crazy. He checked the watch in his pocket and decided to close up early. Burt�s wrath be damned. �Give me half an hour.�

Jay smiled and winked. �See ya in half an hour.�

As he moved to leave, something else occurred to T. �Jay. Um, how much will this cost me?�

Jay laughed. �I guess I deserve that for not making myself clear. I want you, T. This is a pickup, not a business deal. I do sometimes fuck just for pleasure, ya know. That�s what I want this to be, pleasure, for both of us.� He looked deliberately at the bulge in T�s pants. �See you soon.�

T closed up shop in record time and was waiting outside the tent when Jay returned.

�I wasn�t sure you�d be back,� T said what was on his mind without thinking.

�I wasn�t sure you�d be here when I came back. But that�s part of the excitement,� Jay said by way of greeting. �Come on, let�s get out of here.�

�Sure.�

Jay led T out to a waiting cab. �My roommate is away tonight so we�ll have the place to ourselves,� he said with a grin.

�Cool,� T said as he slid in beside Jay in the backseat.

In less than ten minutes they pulled up beside a run down block of apartments and Jay announced, �here we are. Thanks for the ride, Bob,� he said to the cab driver, handing him a five dollar bill.

Jay�s apartment was on the third floor. T was surprised to find the living room was cluttered, but clean and very comfortable. Jay pointed out the kitchen and bathroom, then took him down a short hallway, past the roommate's closed door to his own bedroom. There was a bed and a dresser with a lamp on top and not much else. Some dirty clothes scattered on the floor, a few books and notebooks stacked on the dresser and a CD player and handful of CDs seemed to be the only personal effects Jay owned. It reminded T of his own tent back at the fairground with his single duffel bag tucked in the corner. Maybe he and Jay had more in common than screwing people for money.

�Come here,� Jay growled.

T obliged and when he was two steps away Jay pulled him in for a kiss. Their tongues met, explored, teased and entertained. T felt Jay reach up and pull the elastic band from his hair and run his fingers through the silky black strands.

�God, I love your hair,� Jay broke the kiss long enough to whisper. T moaned in response, sliding his own hands over Jay�s thin chest and up to his face, cupping the other boy�s cheeks lightly.

�I wanted to do that all night,� Jay said when they finally broke apart.

�Kiss me or take down my hair?� T asked jokingly.

�Both.� The predatory look in Jay�s eyes stole T�s breath. �And that�s not all I thought about doing.�

�Oh? What else do you want to do to me?� T asked, his pulse racing.

�This,� Jay said, pulling T�s shirt up and running his tongue over the hairless pecs, sucking the hard nipples between his teeth in turns. �And this,� he said licking down T�s lightly muscled belly.

T sucked in his breath as Jay�s tongue dipped into his navel. �Anything else?� he asked through clenched teeth.

�Mm-hmm,� Jay grinned wickedly, �but we�re both over dressed for it.�

He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, then kicked off his tennis shoes and quickly shed his jeans and underwear, with T mirroring him, action for action, until they stood naked before each other.

�I want you on the bed, stretched out on your back.� Though softly spoken the words held an unmistakable command that made T�s blood pump even faster. He was more than willing to let Jay take the lead, in fact he needed it. T did as he was told, enjoying the sensation of the cool sheets against his bare body.

Jay climbed onto the bed and straddled T�s hips, their erections nudging one another�s thighs. He leaned down and whispered in T�s ear, �what about you? What�s your fantasy?�

�You,� T said with no hesitation. �I�ve been thinking about you since I saw you sucking that guy off in the woods. I wanted it to be my dick in your mouth, my hands in your hair. I was gonna go back to my tent tonight and jerk off thinking about you.� T found it exciting to be telling Jay this, he wasn�t embarrassed by his own frankness, instead it made him feel sexy to say it.

�Damn, I hope I can live up to the fantasy,� Jay said. He lowered himself down T�s body slowly, using his hands to caress chest, belly and hips, bringing his palms to rest on T�s thighs. He looked up at T and said, �keep your eyes open. I want you to watch.�

It was an unneeded directive, T couldn�t keep his eyes off Jay. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth at the first touch of Jay�s mouth on him. Jay moved one hand to the base of T�s cock and slid just the head in and out, using his spit to wet it before going all the way down, pulling all the way up, then back down, taking in the entire length. Heat sizzled along to every nerve ending in T�s body with every stroke of Jay�s mouth. He moaned appreciatively, twisting his fingers in the bedding beneath him.

The pleasure grew more intense as Jay varied the speed and pressure of his sucking while gently squeezing T�s balls and stroking T�s lower belly with his free hand. Just as the sensation was about to send T over the edge, Jay pulled his mouth away, moving his hand back the base of T�s swollen cock.

�Now for the rest of my fantasy,� Jay said in a husky voice, �I want you to fuck me.�

T reached down and brushed Jay�s dark, shaggy bangs to the side for a clear view of those incredible blue eyes. He let his thumb glide over the younger boy�s sharp cheekbone and across his full lips. �I want that too,� he said softly.

Jay smiled and got up off the bed. He went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. He came back with a condom and wasted no time putting it on T�s rigid prick. He leaned down to cover T�s mouth with his own, rolling them over, reversing their positions.

T put his hands on Jay�s knees and nudged them up, bending them towards Jay�s chest. With one hand he held on to the headboard and with the other he guided his cock to Jay�s opening, pushing carefully, but steadily until he was fully sheathed inside Jay�s tight ass. he stayed like that for a moment, looking down at the gorgeous boy under him, trying to get his lust under control enough to make this last more than a few seconds. He wanted it to be good for Jay, but he knew he couldn�t hold off coming for long, it felt too damn good to be encased in the heat of another person�s body.

�I don�t know how long I can make this last,� T grunted.

�It doesn�t matter, I just love how you feel inside me,� Jay replied, a dreamy look in his eyes as he languidly stroked his own cock.

With monumental effort, T managed to move a couple of inches without shooting his load. So he moved a little bit more and Jay started to moan. Concentration on the sounds of pleasure his lover was making, he began to pump his dick in and out of Jay with long, slow strokes, gradually increasing the tempo until he was fucking the other boy feverishly.

Moments later he came to the explosion of a blinding white-hot burst of light behind his eyes. He had always thought the euphemistic bursting of fireworks during love scenes in movies was cheesy and strange, but coming inside this beautiful boy had him literally seeing stars. He was still crying out in the final throes of passion when Jay joined him, yelling, �Fuck!� and �Hell yeah!� while gooey globs of semen splattered across both their bodies.

After a few minutes they rolled apart and took turns cleaning up in the tiny bathroom down the hall. T was uncertain of what to do next as he flushed the used condom down the toilet. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror above the sink and quickly looked away, not liking the way his dark eyes reflected the uncomfortableness he was feeling. Should he go back to the bedroom and get dressed? Ask to use the phone to call a cab back to the fairgrounds? Or would Jay want him to stay longer, maybe even have another round of mind-blowing sex? He wished he had a better idea of what was expected of him, but he had been alone with no sexual outlet other than his hand for so long, he had no clue how to behave in this situation. With a sigh of disgust for himself he rinsed his hands and flipped off the bathroom light.

Back in the bedroom Jay was in bed, scrunched down under the covers, looking sleepy and sated. He yawned and pulled his arms out and propped them under his head, obviously enjoying the sight of T�s naked form.

�Shit, I just can�t get over how fucking hot you are. You have the sexiest walk I�ve ever seen.� The artless comment made T�s heart skip a beat.

�Thanks. You�re pretty fine yourself.� He stood near his pile of clothes, debating on putting them on, or climbing right back in bed.

Jay laughed. �Okay, enough of the mutual admiration society, you coming back to bed or what?�

�Um, sure, if that�s cool,� T said, a feeling of relief washing over him.

�Yeah. Say, when do you need to be back to the fair by?�

�Well, we don�t open till three tomorrow, so I don�t really have to be back before then.�

�Good. You can spend the night and my roommate can drive you back tomorrow. Now come here,� Jay flipped the sheet down in invitation.

T climbed back into the bed and Jay took him in his arms. They kissed some more before giving in to the more urgent desire to sleep. T fell asleep on his back with Jay curled into his side, an arm slung across his waist. He sighed in his sleep. It was the first time in years he had drifted off held in someone�s arms.