Servant of Lust

Chapter 4

I wake up slowly, opening my eyes only a little bit to take in my surroundings. I sniff and cringe. I've actually slept in the used bed. Normally I change the sheets and take a shower before going to sleep. I like to wake up fresh and clean. That's the only luxury I am able to have for myself and I always stick to this routine. Well... unless I pass out like I've done yesterday.

I try to turn over to get more comfortable but stop once I feel the sharp pain going through my sore body. I groan and close my eyes again, drawing in a deep breath. I hear a faint whimper and falter. What? Why am I not alone? Did Jeff stay? I hold my breath and turn my head to look at the figure lying beside me. It's James. I sigh relieved and take his appearance in. His face is totally relaxed, there are no tear stains which is a good sign.

I try turning around again, hissing loudly as I do so. I definitely need pain meds. Unfortunately they're in the drawer on James' side and getting up is no option right now.

"James?" I say and nudge him softly with my hand.

He stirs and opens his eyes slowly. "Hmm? Oh I didn't mean to fall asleep in here, sorry."

I smile at him weakly. "Don't worry... How do you feel?"

He just shrugs his shoulders. "I really don't know how to feel..." James looks away and I see tears glistening in his eyes again. He blinks them away quickly though before he looks at me again with worry evident in his glance. "But if you feel just half as bad as you look..."

"Yeah... Had a rough night, but it's nothing that pain meds won't fix. Could you hand me the box, though? It's in the top drawer."

"Of course." He rummages through the drawer and hand me the box. I pop three pills into my hand and swallow them.

"Are you always feeling like that in the mornings?" James wants to know.

I shake my head slightly. "No. But I had like six or seven guys last night. Plus Jeff who was giving me a hard time..."

"Oh no... Poor you..."

I shoot him a smile. "I'll be just fine. Don't worry. What about you? Do you want to talk?"

He turns to lie on his side facing me and I do the same.

"I don't know if I can."

"Okay... Why did you come over here last night and why didn't you wake me up" I try a different approach.

"I couldn't sleep there was too much stuff going on in my head. I tried visiting you twice but the light was on. Then I somehow fell asleep but woke up shortly after and felt the need to get out of the room. Well I ended up here but you looked so dead tired, mumbled something and fell asleep again."

"But you did sleep good?"

"Yeah, it took a while but I was out like a like a light..."

I smile at him. "That's great, sleep is important." I try moving again. It hurts less but I'm not there, yet. "Are you in pain? Sorry I didn't ask before."

"I'm sore. But the guys were okay, I think. They went slow."

My eyes widen. "Guys? How many did you have?"

"Two. But I had some time in between and the girl... Jen... came up shortly to tidy up well, comfort me." He bites his lower lip and takes deep breaths to calm himself down.

"It's okay, I was a mess, too. To be honest, I still feel like crying everytime a guest leaves me afterwards" I confess.

"Really?" he looks at me with huge eyes. "But you seem so strong. And you know exactly what to say or do to make me feel better. At least yesterday you helped me to get through the night."

"That's just because I tell myself those things every damn time. Before each guest I promise myself that I'll be brave. That once I get out of here I'll finally be able to go back into my old life, to my friends maybe even to my old career and just be happy far away from Chicago. I already mastered the drug withdrawal process" I sigh. "And when it gets too much I call Jen and she just holds me until I calm down. Sometimes that's all you need. I'm a very considerate person and I pay very much attention towards feelings and being here in a world where your body and the way you use it to pleasure strangers is all that matters is hard." Now I'm the one with tears in my eyes, trying to blink them away. "I just want to feel something more than strangers screwing me to have a good time."

"Hey... Don't cry" he whispers but it's already too late. I feel myself being pulled into his warm embrace softly. I rest my head against his chest and just cry. I stop after a while and wipe my eyes but stay in his arms. It just feels too good to let go. Don't get me wrong, Jen is always there for me when I need her but strong, male arms are something else.

"Let's do this more often. It feels good" I mumble into his embrace.

He chuckles and kisses my hair. It's not a romantic gesture to me, none of this is. It's more like something Scott would have done. I gulp. I miss my other half so much. It was easy to leave him behind in the drug haze I was in. But even since I got clean I wanted to go back, wanted to show him that I did it. He'd take me back, wouldn't question my actions because I am his best friend, right?

"What are you thinking about, Coby?"

I shake my head. "Nothing. Just reminiscing the past. It's Mitch by the way."

"Hmm? What's with the name?" he asks confused.

I look into his eyes. "My name is Mitch. Coby is my middle name, I use it in here for privacy reasons."

"Well, Mitch. The name suits you better."

I grin at him. "Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome."

In that very moment my alarm goes off. I groan and turn it off. "Okay, cuddle time is over. We need to get ready. Business guests tend to come here during lunch. It's mostly only one or two but we have to be ready. Jen will be coming around with coffee and food. Ask her if you need something or come here when I'm alone, right?" I get into work mode fast. There's so much left to do. I need to clean the bed and myself.

James gets up and we share a long hug. "Would you mind me staying tonight, again?"

"Not at all" I say fondly.

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A/N: Some much needed fluff.

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