Priceless. (boyxboy)

Chapter 2.

Oh. My. God.

I jumped in my seat, shocked from the person before me. I almost felt ashamed from sitting naked next to him; I was feeling like a peasant next to a king. Like a homeless guy next to a president. Like a cat next to a -.. No, scratch that. Cats don’t give a fuck who they’re standing next to.

The man put his key in the ignition and twisted it clockwise; the car vibrated suddenly against my bare buttocks. I shivered at the sensation, a bright pinkness embracing my cheeks. I was acting like a virgin girl, about to engage in her first sexual intercourse, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on the reason why. Was it .. him?

My grey eyes locked on the driver, examining every single visible part that wasn’t covered by his stylish shirt. He had gorgeous caramel skin, shimmering magically under the light in the car; beautiful hair with the color of molten gold and dreamy, sandy eyes. His long, thick lashes were throwing a tiny shadow on his cheeks and I soundlessly swallowed my saliva, admiring his beauty. Oh my goodness ..
He wasn’t ugly at all.

“Feeling better?” Aiden asked politely, startling me from my daydreaming.

“Yes, in a way.” I nodded slightly.

“What can I do to relax you more?”

“For starters, some clothing wouldn’t be bad.” I mumbled, crossing my legs in an almost feminine way. Yes, spending four years with the female prostitutes on the streets did give me some bad habits, one of them being smoking. Of course, when there was no money to buy a pack, I had to quit. Temporarily.

Aiden laughed softly, turning his car to some street I didn’t quite know. His smile was wonderful, despite I saw only a glimpse of it. How was he single?

“I didn’t think you’re embarrassed of being naked.”

“Oh, are you implying I can’t because I’m a prostitute?”

“No, not at all. I’m saying your body is beautiful, you shouldn’t be afraid to show it.”

I stuttered from his reply and looked away, meeting my own reflection in the window next to me. My black hair was messy, my face – dirty and my lower lip was swollen. So much for being ‘beautiful’. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but bite it whenever intercourse was too painful. Yes, I wasn’t emotionless after four years of selling myself on the trafficway. What a surprise, I know.

“So, how did it started?”

“What?”

“You know what.” He mumbled, and I looked in my reflection’s eyes, searching for the answer. Actually, it seemed simple back then. It seemed so incredibly reasonable and logical for a teenager at the age of fifteen to give his all for someone. And lose it.

“With a mistake.” I casually replied.

“That’s obvious. I was asking what kind of a mistake.” Aiden frowned a bit, turning the car around another corner. God, I didn’t know these streets, but they looked fancy. All shining in lights and luxury. Maybe it was the rich guys’ neighborhood.

“What makes you think I’ll tell you?” I turned my head towards him, indignation audible in my tone. He was already full of himself, despite acting so humble in the beginning. Men, I huffed.

“Well, we’ll be sharing the same roof, I think I need to know.” He laughed, whilst I blinked in bewilderment. Wait, this wasn’t what we agreed on.

Huh, déjà vu.

“Excuse me? I never agreed to live with you.”

“I never asked.”

Yes, I noticed that, thanks for clarifying it. I crossed my arms and huffed, not expecting the tables to turn like this. I actually thought he would give me money and a job; that would’ve sufficed for me.

The car finally arrived at a big, fancy building, which I presumed was Aiden’s ‘house’. In my opinion, it was way too enormous for that, but then again, who am I to judge.

“This doesn’t look like a house.”

“Oh, but it is. It’s smaller on the inside.”

“Doctor Who reversed reference?”

“You watch Doctor Who?” The blonde raised his eyebrows as he parked the car in front of the gates of this mansion-like house and looked at me as if I had just said I saw Jesus at the local pub.

“When I had a home and a TV, yeah.”

He slightly frowned at my comment and a moment after I found myself pressed against the car window, with him breathing in my face. Well, isn’t that uncomfortable.

“What?” I pouted. Usually physical closeness wasn’t a problem for me, but right now, I wished nothing more but to melt and disappear from Aiden. His magnetizing, golden eyes were making me think I was shrinking, whilst his presence was forming tension in my chest and my heart feel numb as it pulsed with a questionably-fast pace. It wasn’t how my clients usually made me react, but then again, my clients never got that far with me in terms of psychological bond, did they?

“I promise we’ll watch Doctor Who together.”

Wow. And there I thought he was going to say something romantic.

“Honestly, I’d rather watch it alone. Your presence is making me feel funny.” I confessed. Aiden laughed at my comment, as if I was a kid who just tasted lemon and said it was sour.

“Then I’ll make sure to spend extra time with you, until you’re used to me.” He whispered, hot gushes of his breath assaulting my face. I could feel my blood rush, concentrating on my cheeks which had probably blushed like a girl in front of her first crush. Was this one of the symptoms of my upcoming flu, or was it a sign I had just caught some sort of a venereal disease? Well, it was about time. I was beginning to think God hated me or something, so he protected me from all sorts of AIDS and what not so I could suffer longer.

I was being too optimistic, I guess.

Just as my lips were about to move and form words, I could feel them getting blocked by something equally soft and smooth as a texture. The strong scent of men’s cologne attacked my nostrils and I found myself embraced by Aiden’s big, warm hands; our chests touching and his knee against my groin, possibly by mistake.

And then I felt it. I felt my heart aching against his own, beating like crazy, reminding me of its old wounds which were never really closed; never really secured from opening again. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek in contemplation before I kissed him back – my small lips grazing his in an almost butterfly motion.

It hurt. It hurt so bad it felt good. It was one of those sweet pains that you enjoyed, despite how much you wanted it to stop. God, at times like these, one would think he was a masochist.
Maybe I was.

“ Mhh .. “ I softly purred against his lips, entangling my slim, dirty fingers in his perfect, soft blonde hair, whilst my heart kept beating painfully-fast; each breath taken feeling like a struggle between life and death.

His hips thrust against mine and I gasped at the sensation of his clothes rubbing my erection. My hands pulled his hair slightly as he broke the kiss to let me breathe and made his way to my neck with little pecks as trails. My panting filled the car sooner than I thought, and the pain was ever so strong, reminding me of its presence with each intense look those sandy eyes gave me.
Tears shimmered on my cheeks as they kept sliding down my flushed skin, eventually falling off my chin and losing themselves in Aiden’s hair; the same way I had lost myself in his touch.
God, it felt so long since I had such a .. meaningful, real, emotional sex. It was the first time I didn’t feel like a whore in these difficult, long four years, and I couldn’t help but leave myself sink in this enlightening sensation of hope,  tears and cologne …