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Miscellaneous II

Miscellaneous— the one where Jughead is a sex worker and Archie is a peculiar client

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Archie wasn't always as compassionate and loving as he made himself out to be. He had his faults, admittedly.

His approach to problem solving involved anger instead of solutions. Archie usually settled for hiding fiery emotions underneath shy, complacent eyes instead of pushing action and change. It came from years of feeling helpless and weak, and of never having a say. His life was a constant battle of control that could slip at the slightest inconvenience. Archie had learnt at a young age that he was nothing more than a doormat, which led him to find other outlets to express his anger. When he was younger, it was boxing. Now it was sex.

A man as attractive as Archie didn't usually need to go paying for sex. He had "friends" that would probably rush over to his place at the snap of his fingers, willing and eager. Archie was just that kind of guy; charismatic, caring, and again, very hot.

Yet, he found himself scrolling through a list of callboys one Monday evening after a bad encounter with his boss. It could've been anyone, honestly. Archie was so blind with anger that he clicked on the first person nearby who sounded remotely interesting, not even bothering to read their description or look at their profile. He called up Jughead without thinking through the consequences, just anxious to get all of the negative energy out of his system while spending some money too. That was another nasty habit he had when he felt like punching a wall.

It'd been a while since that first faithful night together. One look at Jughead managed to dissolve all of his anger. Archie was a dedicated client now, enamored with Jughead's delicate beauty. Something about him was special, Archie just knew it. He had an eye for beautiful things, and Jughead was stunning.

But today, Archie was angry again, and he didn't see Jughead as stunning. He saw Jughead as what he was worth, and Archie decided that was a little over half a grand for a few hours.

Jughead came over to Archie's house at around 1 am as usual. He rang the doorbell and waited for the redhead to answer. Instead of a sweet greeting, Archie pulled open the door, took his hand, and dragged him up the stairs to his bedroom.

He tried not to say anything, letting himself get pulled away with a stern grip. Jughead was used to rough, but not from Archie. Something seemed wrong.

Once the two were safely in the bedroom, Archie took the money off his nightstand and handed it to Jughead impatiently. There was something blocking those big brown eyes of his, turning them black and soulless.

"Hello to you too?" Jughead said, raising an eyebrow as he took the money from the man and counted it. "Two hours? Really?"

"There's a lot I want to do to you and that's still not enough time," Archie said automatically, as if it was something the sweet, caring man would usually say.

Jughead squinted his eyes at him for a second. He waited for Archie to laugh and say he was kidding, but that didn't happen. With a sigh, he nodded and stuffed the money in his coat pocket. A pit settled at the bottom of his stomach as he thought about Archie's harsh tone, but he didn't want to overthink it. He was always overthinking things when it came to Archie.

Jughead shook his head a little to snap himself out of it. This wasn't a relationship, it was a transaction.

"Then lets get started," Jughead mumbled as he shrugged off his coat and threw it on the chair like he usually did.

"Take off your clothes," Archie said, giving the command curtly.

Jughead looked at him blankly for a few seconds. That wasn't how things were supposed to go.