Pay To Play| Jschlatt X Ted

Pillows

Falling asleep with both a hangover and a hard on isn't as easy as it sounds...

Schlatt is supposed to be sleeping.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been in bed, laying in the dark staring dazed at the bumps on the ceiling, but he does know that he’s just too restless to actually do it. It couldn’t have been thirty minutes, and he’s thankful the painkillers have kicked in so his head no longer hurts, but now he’s just uselessly lying in bed, daydreaming.

Daydreaming about a kiss that happened hardly an hour ago.

It almost doesn’t feel real. Schlatt’s still trying to wrap his head around everything. He wakes up hungover and sick, has a heavy makeout session with his best friend, and then proceeds to roll back to bed—it’s difficult to believe it when he tries to replay it all in his mind, but there's a single twenty dollar bill an arms-length away from him just innocently sitting on the dresser.

Schlatt turns over on his side to face where he put the money Ted had given him. It almost mocks him. All this started from simply blowing a guy just the other day for some money—which he doesn’t need, and his big fucking mouth has to go and talk about it for Ted to exploit. For all Schlatt knows, it could’ve just been a joke.

‘No, he wouldn't have gone that far, then,’ Schlatt broods, frowning. He can understand if Ted had mainly done it just to poke fun at their running businessman joke, he is known for that even outside of recording, but it lacked its usual humor. And the fact Ted did it while he was hungover, weak, and spacey was just another giveaway because Ted knows Schlatt can't successfully lie (or function) while hungover. Every time he thinks back to their talk, Ted’s words just echo in his head—

"It doesn't sound like you to say how you'd pay big money to be mouth fucked by someone's tongue?"

His words were so precisely framed. Thinking back, Ted sounded like he knew Schlatt would oppose. And the demand for a kiss, followed by instantly slamming a twenty on the counter when Schlatt said so—Ted had it planned out. Like he wanted to kiss Schlatt.

Schlatt’s whole body leaps at the thought. Was Ted just looking for an excuse? Was that why it went as far as it did? Ted grabbed him with no hesitance and held him close and steady while his lips started moving like he knew what he wanted. If his head wasn’t hurting the way it did, Schlatt probably would’ve gotten dizzy from it. He had felt surrounded by Ted, Schlatt’s whole body being pressed against his while he was backed against the counter, held tightly. And the kiss itself—

Schlatt shifts again to shove his face into his pillow, groaning. He hasn’t settled down since they first pulled away, and thinking about it is just making him feel warm all over again. His lips still pulse from being wrapped up in Ted’s and his top lip tickles from when his tongue traced it. It had been unfairly easy to just relax and let him do whatever, to let Ted do what he wanted with the kiss he paid for.

“Fucking, shit…” Schlatt mumbles, his hips unconsciously twitching down onto the bed. It’s only now sinking in what he’ll do for money, and he can’t even bring himself to be mad about it. Call it his guilty pleasure, but Schlatt thinks he likes it when people think he comes at a cost. He’s always done weird shit for money, that’s one thing, but letting a guy convince him to suck his dick in public is arguably not the same thing. And he especially shouldn’t find it fun, even when he had to jerk off by himself once it was all finished, but he considered it all worth it.

Schlatt mulls over the past couple of days to himself for a moment. He had been given seventy dollars from a stranger for a blowjob. He was even given a tip for how good it’d been, which should not boost his ego the way it did, but that’s beside the point. If it had been Ted who had given him fifty bucks for a blowjob—