I Want You to Want Me

Chapter Three: The Science of Selling Yourself Short

Remus drifted awake about thirty minutes before the cleaners were due, according to what Aura had said before. Not quite ready to leave the warmth of the surprisingly cozy bed just yet, he recalled last night's pleasant dream, with Jinx's comforting presence hovering over him as he slept, caressing his cheek and tracing the crease of his brow with cool fingertips, soothing out its furrows and lines. Remus had wanted him to kiss his forehead, or even crawl into bed and cuddle and spoon with him, but the dream had faded not long after. A lonely pang in his chest ached at the thought of Jinx's departure. He groaned pathetically and swung an arm over his eyes; maybe if he couldn't see, he'd get to avoid thinking about it. It didn't actually help, but it was worth a shot.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He'd known Jinx for all of three hours, and already he was fantasizing about kisses and cuddling as if they were in a real relationship, when the stripper had made his position on the two of them very clear: he was in it for the money and Remus couldn't blame him one bit. He could tell just by the way Jinx talked and acted that he had goals, dreams, ambitions, while Remus... Remus still had to have his brother check on him because no one trusted him to be mature, much less make decisions about his own life.

Sitting up and stretching out his arms and back, Remus noticed a neatly folded white T-shirt at the foot of the unused side of the bed. There wasn't a note or anything, but it was his size, so he slipped it on. Walking into the bathroom, he noticed his stained shirt from yesterday was gone, so he assumed it was a part of the service.

After splashing his face with some water to wake himself up, Remus returned to the nightstand to collect his things: his keys, his money clip, his phone, and the neatly folded pair of yellow silk gloves that Jinx had left behind. Remus carefully pocketed the gloves. He was less careful with the other stuff, shoving them wherever they fit as he walked out of the room. There didn't seem to be anyone around except for Remy一did he ever sleep?一who nodded at him as he left the building.

Remus didn't bother going home. He found a decent hotel near the center of town and asked for a single room for however long he could get with whatever cash he had left, which ended up being something like three months. After asking the concierge about where to get some new clothes, he was directed to a nearby shopping district where he bought as many things in his size as could fit in his arms. His next stop was a bank for some fresh cash and the nearest convenience store to pick up a new phone cable and some gum.

Once he'd gotten back to his hotel room and tossed his new purchases onto the bed, he kicked off his dinged-up sneakers一something else he'd probably have to replace at some point一and flopped onto the bed. He fished out his phone from his pocket, tore the charger out of its packaging, and plugged it in.

As he waited for the damn thing to charge enough to power on, he pulled out the gloves. They unfurled in his grasp, the satiny yellow material catching the late morning light shining through the window, the pristine surface marred by dark spots where his cum had soaked into the cloth.

Remus stared down at the bright yellow material, imagining the beautiful hands that filled them the night before. Hands that wrapped around his dick so perfectly and worked him through his orgasm. Remus' clothes were pushed out of the way before he realized what he was doing and the unmarred glove wrapped around his cock. He wanted that hand back, except this time he wanted it with mismatched eyes staring back at him as he was worked through. Remus started running that soft, silky fabric across his flesh, pulling his hardened dick as he closed his eyes, trying his best to imagine more petite and graceful hands were in place of his own.

"More, my dear. You're doing so well. Almost there, love." He could almost hear Jinx whispering the words into his ear, as teeth began to nip at his jugular. "Cum for me."