His Cry for Help

This Sucks...

A/N Sorry I was busy with the end of school. Well now I'm on my summer break so I'll be publishing a lot more. I hope. 

Will unlocks his door, and pushes it open, smiling as the cool air hit his face. Thank you air conditioner! Will dumps his backpack next to the door, while kicking the door closed. He sighs and ruffles his hair, trying not to think. Thinking is dangerous.

Will locks the door and goes through his pretty empty house. He could really only afford the bare necessities, and yes, he considered an air conditioner a necessity. He could not, and would not, deal with anything more than 72 degrees in his house. He hates the heat. So yeah, between the bill of the air conditioning, food, water, some running appliances, and a phone, and rent to his...landlord. Nothing was to spare after.

Will opens his fridge for food, and sighs at the little amount of it. He grabs some Chinese leftovers and puts it in the microwave. He leans against the bench and right as he was just about to let himself think, there was a knock on the door. Will growls and straightens up, ruffling his hair again, a nervous habit of his. He opens the door and lets out a frustrated sigh when he sees Jack. Jack is his coworker at the brothel, who lived down the street. he tended to make excuses to not go, and asked Will to take over for him.

Will glares at him, "Let me guess," he starts with a cold tone, "'I have a sneeze, and if I go fuck someone, they'll get sick too, it's bad for the clients." Jack flushes with what Will assumed to be shame. Jack bites his lip before starting "U-uh yeah...well it isn't a sneeze this time, more of a cough!" He says nervously. Will always acts mean to Jack, but he honestly feels bad for the guy. Jack was too young, and too innocent to have a job like that. Will sighs and nods, gently rubbing his temples with frustration. "Yeah. Just, eat some chicken noodle soup, relax, and don't stress yourself out. Get better okay?" Will gently smiles and Jack nods happily, and turns around, adding a fake cough just for show, before skipping down to his house. 

Will bites his lip, going back inside. He didn't want to go back to that place.  "No use in wallowing.." he murmurs to himself before heading down the hall to  his bedroom. Will goes to his little chest by his drawers and does the code. "1.....9....5....7" he mutters and listens for the pop, indicating that it was unlocked. You can never be too safe with the proof of your night life. 

Will takes out leather leggings, and strips down. He takes a thong that's easy to rip off, something the customers looovee. Will pulls on the red thong, before pulling on the very tight leggings. He grunts as he tries to pull the leggings over his ass. "Stupid....fucking....ass....!" He cries out before it finally slides on. Will takes out a tongue stud from his jewelry box his mom had, and slides it into his tongue. He rubs it against the top of his mouth, checking that it sends shivers down his spine. Yup. It worked. He shivers violently before shaking. God he hated that feeling so much. It was supposed to be a pleasant feeling, but after his experience with the brothel, he hates feeling anything close to sexual pleasure. In fact, it's gotten to the point that he makes himself feel numb during sex. Feeling numb is the worst possible feeling. 

Will shakes himself out of his thoughts. He grabs a leather vest, and gently pulls it on, hating the shivers that it caused when it rubbed across his nipples. He pulls on a button up shirt, so that if he was walking down the streets, he just looked like a flamboyant man looking for sex. "I mean, it wouldn't be wrong." Will chuckles to himself as he started putting piercings in his ear little hoops that made his bad boy persona final.  Will bites his lip, feeling emotions he didn't want surfacing. He stomped it out quickly. Will clicks his tongue before going to his phone, looking at the time before he remembered. Adrian...Will has his number. Will smiles brightly as he opened his phone, and sent him a quick text.