The Brothel Boy

Bluebird

Murdoc sat on the floor in the dinning room, he found a bag of weed just laying around on an end table and decided "why the fuck not" and he rolled a joint up. He always carried papers. Murdoc sat down right where he found it, a soft pillow welcomed him on the floor and he went for it. Looking around while licking his joint, he then noticed a man was fucking an older red-headed lady on the floor across the room. He guessed the rooms must have been full. The slightly buzzed man looked all over this god damn place. Well, as much as he could without going into the bedrooms, but even for Murdock that's to far into stalking, this guy didn't even know who he was, what if he saw Murdoc and just turned him down laughing. That was his worst fear and acknowledging the possibility that he would very much be rejected made him think twice. It was noticable now that Nova was fucking Jade in the room they took off to because he could hear Nova's moaning and he could recall that anywhere. He thought then that maybe he could ask Jade who the guy was and if it would ever be possible to meet him. Just in that moment Murdoc was frozen. He haven't been paying attention to his surroundings and somebody tripped on his outstretched leg. The person hit the floor and a tray of food went across the room. Sandwiches scattered across the floor, no one paid any mind and continued they're own lustful behaviors besides Murdoc. He stood up so fast he could hardly prosses it. "I'm so sorry man, here let me help you up." Murdoc grabbed the person's arm and pulled them up ever so gentle because it seemed the other person had it under control.
"It's alright, love" The other person said soft and timid. Murdoc couldn't tell who the person was, untell they started to adjusted the baseball cap on their head, putting it on backwards. Blacked out eyes met his and Murdoc swore he felt what he assumed was his heart leep into his throat. He's now trying to chase away the nerves that just built up. It was noticable and the black eyed man chuckled. "My names Stu, but I go by 2-D" the tall skinny man held a hand out. Murdoc took in the mans appearance, he had hair poking out underneath the white and red ball cap. He noticed the hair sticking out, blue just like the photo he saw only an hour or so ago. Stu looked a little older now it seemed. He was wearing a lose fitting white T-shirt with Jean shorts so small another man wouldn't have ever dared. Murdoc loved that. Rebellious and interesting. This should be fun, honestly at this point Murdoc knew he would try whatever it takes to get this man to be a regular escort for him. He had the money to persuade him, that is if he doesn't turn down the green mans advances.
Murdoc slid his hand into the blunetts and firmly squeezed with a soft smile on his face. "My name is Murdoc Niccals, it's my pleasure." There was a moment of silence as the men held hands, then suddenly Stu's face flash with recognition as he recalled who this person was. "Do you work for Petticoat magazine?" For a second Murdoc actually forgot who he was somewhat famous and how much of a big deal he was in the fashion and magazine community. Stu must of really be into it because they don't just slap his name on most of his photos in the magazines. "Oh? Are you a fan?" The olive skintoned man still holding onto Stu's hand pulls him in ever so softly as to not scare him away. As Stu has no choice but to step closer following his arm he feels Murdoc rest a hand on his hip. The blunett was so flushed he recalled feeling it in his cheeks, hot and prickly. He couldn't speak, he couldn't get the words out. He would be lying if he said he wasn't a little star struck running into someone of a higher class stature just sitting here of all places. "You could be a perfect muse" Murdoc ruffly whispered into Stu's ear.
"Slow down, darling" The lengthy man stepped back and bent down picking up the tray that was forgotten about. "At least help me remake these snacks before I sell my soul away." Stu walked gesturing for murdoc to follow towards a lit kitchen that set off of the left side of the spacious room. Murdoc chuckled then recalled that Stu had a missing front tooth and it made him ever more so curious as to why it was missing, along with why his eyes are captivating yet dark, but also mysterious.
Murdoc enters the kitchen, it wasn't anything fancy it was pretty outdated, he would have guessed from the 1950s judging from the counter tops to the fridge, even the stove. Stu wasnt facing the other man, instead had his back turned and was washing what looked like cucumbers. Murdoc decided to walk over and sat on a bar stool that was pushed up against the counter Island in the middle of the kitchen. Murdoc felt the growing awkwardness clinging to the air like a virus. Should he offer to help? Maybe he should make a remark about how amazing his shorts looked on his ass, his cheeks ever so slightly peeking out, the blunett has probably no clue but that wasn't the point. Instead of the options he was debating on he decited for another line. He pulled his rainy day stash out from his wallet, dumping the powder onto the table and then using his ID to break it down, Stu turned around hearing the little tapping sounds to see what the man was up to. Murdoc gave him a small smirk and held out a small cut off red straw. "For a pretty boy like you, I don't mind sharing" he said seductively, never taking his eyes away from the others.
Stu scoffs at what the green man was doing and pushes his blue hair out from his dark eyes "you clearly don't run with the big boys" the younger man inched closer to the now quaking Murdoc. Stu reached into his pocket as soon as he was in ear shot of the older man and pulled out a needle connected to a syringe. "We dance with the devil here." 2D met his eyes and at that Murdoc smirked. Once he knew Stus intentions he grabbed the man's other hand that wasn't inside his other pocket with the dope and forcefully pressed it onto his hard cock, he wasn't very well on waiting or restricting himself. He thought for a moment before basically grinding up into the blunetts hand. "I'll give you whatever drugs you want beautiful, if you give yourself to me" Murdoc pulled the now shocked Stu onto his lap and snaked a cold hand up the back of the blunetts shirt, pulling him closer and onto his growing member. "I'll give you whatever money, whatever drugs just give me the okay" Murdoc's eyes never lost contact with the others pitch dark ones, now with hooded eyelids. He wanted to pick this boys mind. He wanted to know little things about what hes intrested in. He wants to know his body by memory, Murdoc has never met someone so interesting besides Nova and that's what's making him crazed. He grips the mans hand daring going father and exploring. "T-this is going so fast, I-I want to get high first please. I-I think better high" The taller man slid off, standing up ever so delicate on his feet as if he wasn't trying to disrespect the floorboards. Murdoc nodded to him as soon as he notice Stu look and in that moment they was off. Murdoc recalled leaving the kitchen, through a back staircase that lead up to a small 3rd floor only containing one room. The door was so many different colors splattered all over and the doorknob was a rose gold metal knob. He knew it was the taller man's work. You could tell Stu was artsy by just looking at him. Murdoc needed this man to give into him, in every way, he decided this was his goal to win this beautiful boy over.
The room was small but homie, a small balcony on the left side of the room sat, letting in the moonlight, casting shadows of the beads that hang in front of the door way to the outside, the door cracked. Dead ahead from where Murdoc stood was a round bed about full size, laying just underneath a also round window, no curtains since it was so small it wasn't necessary. The bed had black sheets with unfixed red blankets. The walls matching the door, splatter paint, hand prints from others, even feet prints all over as if a big party just went to town with paint on every wall. Paint canvases of different scenery littering the walls, one in the presses of being made on an art easel in the corner. He then noticed a record player and vinyl sit in next to the bed, by a small blue bong and ashtray bearing the American flag. Rollerblades carelessly thrown by the closet and books, so many books laying by a beanbag chair. Clothes of all styles laid in piles around the room and the occasional blue stain of hair on every surface. A cute cactuses sits on the floor by the door he was taking his shoes off by.
Stu started talking about life, well his meaning of life and it intrested Murdoc to no end. As the blue haired man tied the red rubber band around Murdoc's arm twice around, he explained how he doesn't believe in God, and that we are all our own souls and when we pass we just leave this world to the next. He pushes the needle into Murdocs green skin and Murdoc looks away not wanting to watch. Instead listens in about the spirit world while trying not to show any emotion.
He cant explain to you the rush he felt, it was out of this world. He imagined this is what love left like, he was flooded with a scene of bliss, as if this is where he was ment to be, he was ment to feel this way. He watched the blue haired man pop off the red rubber band from his own arm, falling onto the bed next to Murdoc, there heads touching but neither noticing, to high and enjoying the tingling and giggling deep within. Murdoc looks to his right side to see a hand in his, Stuart was holding his hand, eyes closed lips at the ceiling and he mouthed words Murdoc would never know as if he was singing. He couldn't look away. He was everything to Murdoc in this moment nothing else had meaning. He just met this man but he has never met someone so interesting and inviting, so beautiful yet so strong. Another wave. Fuck yes this is amazing.. he closes his eyes and moans deep within, not noticing but Stuart sure did.
"You know, I c-could always get you some more of this stuff" he says almost in a whisper leaning down into the green man's hear. Stu knew what the Murdoc wanted and he would play it to his advantage to get more of the heroin. Stuart has once loved long ago, something he'll never speak about again besides in his Journal. He will always feel emotional torment when it comes to loving another, he knew it wouldn't be anything close to that. He saw this as a opportunity to score some cash for his family and some more drugs, hell maybe even start selling.
In that moment the blunett knew what he was going from here. Stu took his shaking hand and slid it ever so slowly up the other man's leg, not dominating in the slightest but questioningly, like "do you want me?, because I want you" Murdoc didnt move at all besides his mitch match eyes moving all over from his pale skinny hand ever so close to his growing member, the look on 2Ds face almost panicked. It was intoxicating. "Can I kiss you, dollface" Murdoc is able to mumble out in a husk. Stu, flushed leans down to meet the other man's lips. Touching he slides his eyes closed as Murdoc entangles his fingers in his blue locks pulling him in deeper, exploring places he dare not go, it was to fast but he couldn't help but slid his tongue into his mouth, feeling were a tooth should be then Stu desperately meeting the other man's pace, Murdoc his palming the pale man through the small shorts he wore, he growled as he felt how hard he was. He was taken aback about how big this man was, biger then himself. He was to into the moment to worry tho because Stu started to slid his hard cock out of the jean's he wore, he had no trouble and wrapped his long fingers around his girth, pulling down his four skin licking all around the skin exposed. Murdoc sucked in a breath. Fuck it's been a long time, he thrusts his hips making 2D gasps for air. Murdoc chuckles at that while watching Stu go right back to it, licking all up and down the shaft, then stopping to nibble at the tip ever so softly with his one front tooth, God he was about to cum. He watched Stu with hooded eyes. This kid was so beautiful and he decided he wanted this. He would pay whatever, fuck he could marry this kid.
The God awful moans that house must have heard, the ruff grunts and floor boards creaking as Murdoc flips Stu effortlessly onto the bed, lining his pelvis up to the blue haired man's mouth "open" one word and he knew what to do. Murdocs stared shamelessly fucking down into the mans mouth and down into his throat. He would give the kid a moment or two to breath then fuck the breath out of him, the muffled drove him ever so close to the peak but he never wanted this to stop "I-im going to cum" the green man let out in a grunt and that's when stuart started sucking even harder.
He let out a grunt what was almost similar to pain, he didnt care, he watched down as 2D sucked on his cock tell it was done twitching and that was when Murdoc fell back onto the bed, dick still out of his fly panting, sweat lingering, droplets on his chest hairs and skin. "Keep doing that you'll get more then some drugs" Murdoc said outright. In fact yet still panting on the words. "You can have me" Stu said with his knees up to his chin. His arms covering his legs like a small child would sit. His head resting on his skinny knees looking over at Murdoc, his blue hair draped perfect over his kneecaps that had so many scares from rollerblading. He really was prefection.
Murdoc stood up, knowing Nova would be waiting for him. "You can reach my landline, do you have a pen?" Murdoc asked fixing himself ready to walk out. 2D hurried to try and find a piece of paper and grabbed the first thing he saw, he flipped opened to a random page and stold the man to write down the number. Murdoc took the notebook and saw song lyrics across the page "if I was wrong, then I'd disappear
But I'm incapable"
He wrote down the number, leaving a M.N and noting that he writes music also. Did he just score something bigger then a prostitute? He didnt even like using that word compared to the man he just faced fuck but that's what he was. And Murdoc was handing over 150$ cash before walking out.
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About a week or so went by since Murdoc has been back to the brothel and he waited every day for a call to the point he hardly left his apartment. Late afternoon, he was making himself a mixed drink of cola and jack when the landline rang. He took his drink and walked over to the yellow phone on the wall, picking it up. "Hello"
"Hey.. its Stuart." The soft voice spoke, Murdoc didnt hesitate.
"I want you" Murdoc spoke firm as soon as he heard the phone pick up.
"I know you do.. but all I can give you is my body..nothing more we talked about this.." Stu speaks softly on the other end, reminding Murdoc stu said this was only prostitution and nothing more would become of it, before he left the least and first time meeting.
"I'll take what I can get.." he argues, Murdoc would win this kid over sooner or later. Oh and he has a plan up his sleeve.
"Muds.." his soft voice spoke, making the green man's palms sweat.
"Bluebird.. " he responded, but all he could hear on the other line was Stuart's soft breathes
"Let me take you somewhere, on like a vacation, I'll show you I'm not a bad guy."
"I.. M-Muds"
"I'm going to the states, and I would love for you to come along. It's for work and I'll just pay you to be my model instead of looking for an American boy, they will never know.. and I can bring you along with me.."
Nothing.. "hello?" So much desperation in one little word.
"Yes, I will. For pay of course." He took a moment before speaking once more "I want to be paid as a model would be."
Murdoc smiles "perfect"