Men of Love

Chapter 4

For supermictastic

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I was brought in front of a room by one of the maids. I kind of couldn't believe it. America's heartthrob was asking for a gay male escort. I was actually confused when Miles told me this morning.

"Scott Hoying. The boy who has every girl purchasing a vibrator wants you." I raised one of my eyebrows.

"Really?"

"Yep. He's paying a lot for your silence too. He can't have this getting out to the media." Miles looked up from the file. "I trust you'll keep those soft lips shut."

"For only words." He smiled in approval. I was being a good little whore.

I slowly pushed the bedroom door open. Scott was gorgeous. None of the details on tv were enhanced or air brushed. He was looking out the window, nervously sipping red wine out of a glass. The only way I could tell his body wasn't air brushed on tv was because he was wearing a black button shirt that was open. His pale, muscular chest was on display for me to see. To touch.

"You must be the boy Miles sent." His eyes went over my body. "You look really young."

"Age is but a number." There was a short silence in which he took the time to sent his wine glass down on his desk.

"So how does this happen?" He shifted nervously. You'd expect a man like him to be more confident.

"Are you a bottom or a top?"

"A top." I practically heard his gulp. "I don't know what to do. I never dreamed of doing this in my entire life but-"

"You're a closet gay." He looked down at the ground.

"I didn't choose to be."

"I don't get into personal business. It's part of the rules. Just let me take control." I pushed his shirt out of the way, brushing his smooth skin in the process. I began kissing his collarbone.

"Can I kiss you?" I smiled at his innocence.

"You paid for it. You can do whatever you want."

"Don't say 'it'. You're a human being." I opened my mouth to respond but my words failed on me. This was the one time I didn't have anything to say. I've never had anyone say that. He held my face in his hands and gently pressed his lips against mine. I slammed him back on the bed.

"You have to tell me what you want Scott. I have to make sure it's in your purchase."

"I don't know."

"How about if you go over, I'll give you a freebee? First time discount." I stood the middle of his legs. He was still laying on the bed but now he was propped up on his elbows.

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm fucking a tv star. What the hell do care?" He frowned but didn't say anything. I bent over to unbutton his jeans. I felt his body tense. I heard him gasp as I tugged his jeans down. It was absolutely delicious how innocent he is.

"What's your name?"

"It's whatever you want it to be." He stopped my hands from taking off his boxers.

"I'm serious." He was doing it again. Making my words fail on me. I could give him a fake one but I feel like he would know.

"Mitch." I slowly slipped my shirt from my shoulders. His eyes went over my body. I knew how to tease someone and making them excited by taking my clothes off slowly was the most fun. I bit my lip as I popped the button on my pants. I slipped the rest of my clothes off. That's when I noticed his eyes were on my face. "What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Most guys would be slamming me against the bed or the wall or doing something! But you're staring at my face."

"Should I stop?" I thought about it. He made me very uncomfortable. He was treating me like a person.

"Yes. Put your hands on me. Do something." His hands went on my hips and he brought me forward. I gasped. He was pleasuring me? "No! Stop." He stopped.

"What?" God, he really was clueless.

"Fuck it!" I shoved his shoulders back on the bed, climbing onto his lap. I was tired of this confusion. I had another client tomorrow and I didn't want to be completely drained. I gripped the sheets by his head as I lowered myself onto him. He sat up to pull me into a kiss. For someone so shy, he knew how to move his hips.

"Oh Mitch." His hands flattened on my shoulder blades and pulled me closer. Freaking adorable. I gave him a short kiss, a small moan coming out of my mouth. This one wasn't fake. He was actually really good at this.

"Scott, please tell me-" I was cut off by my small scream.

"Yeah." I hid my face in the crook of his neck after we both reached our high. Suddenly I tensed. "You okay?" I pushed away to stand to my feet.

"I didn't use a condom." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"I'm clean." I glanced back at him. There was no doubt that it was true.

"It doesn't matter. That's not the way Miles works. I have to cancel tomorrow to go to the clinic." He sat up.

"What if I payed for you for the whole week?" I laughed loudly.

"Can you keep up with the payments?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I have three men who pay with their savings. You're a big shot but do you have the money?"

"How much do you make in a month?"

"One hundred thousand but I only get fifty." He seemed to be thinking about it.

"Okay." One of my eyebrows raised.

"Really?" He nodded. Then I got to thinking about the situation. This was Scott Hoying. He was an American heartthrob. Why would he be with someone like me? I mean, I was looking at his body now and if I wasn't working, I'd fuck him for free. "Why do you even need me?" He stood up in front of me.

"I'm gay. My parents don't agree. So if they found out...." I put my hand comfortingly on his shoulder before I realized what I was doing. "Besides not many guys want to stay anonymous for free. Not that your free-I'm not calling you a whore or anything-"

"Why? That's what I am." Scott didn't say anything as we were putting back on our clothes. I texted Miles about my situation and he responded by giving me an appointment time.

"Have you thought about doing something else?" I rolled my eyes.

"Like what? With an unfinished high school degree? I think this pays better than McDonalds." His shoulders drooped.

"Why don't you go back to high school?" I frowned.

"You don't think I've tried? They need my parents. So with one dead and the other....dead, it just doesn't work!" I sighed. He was looking at me with the most confused expression I've ever seen. "They put a lock on my files. It's like I don't exist." I went to the window.

"Do you want to take a shower?"

"Is that a command?" He shook his head.

"No. I thought I would be nice." There was a hurt tone to his voice. I politely declined before sitting on the little ledge of the window. I never expected him to act like this. The other actors I was with would slam me against a surface, fuck me, then tell me to go home. But Scott offered for me to take a shower with no indication that he wanted to have sex while we were in there.

It was confusing. I was meant to be used. I wasn't a normal human being. I was a whore. And a whore gets what a whore deserves. Nothing.