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The boy's just no good. {missedstations x HKitten}

â??It's not too bad,â? René started to reply regarding safety. The gangs kept the peace â?? it was good for business, got them more money. Probably less crime than the rest of the city... Clients wouldn't come if they felt too unsafe. René knew the ropes, how everything worked.

But when Nathan began to ask the second question, he froze for a moment, wondering whether he'd just worked it out. Maybe it would be easier that way! No need to say it himself... But when Nathan finished the question, he stared at his boyfriend blankly. He was really tempted to make Nathan say it again, just to laugh this time, rather than freeze up completely in shock, the hand holding the fork half-way in-between the plate and his mouth.

â??No, Nathan, I am not a pimp,â? he replied, keeping his face perfectly serious.

Well, it was an unexpected question. He couldn't do anything else but to answer it seriously. Finally, he actually put the bite into his mouth, before it fell off the fork and onto the floor.

â??You are so ridiculously cute.â? That I feel bad for even touching you, because I am making you dirtier. He put the fork down and stroked Nathan's arm reassuringly, leaning against him. How anyone could stay so innocent was a mystery to him. Innocence was something René had lost, and he wanted to stay close to someone who still had it. It made his life a little brighter.
 
Really, he shouldnâ??t feel this relieved. He should feel guilty that he had even suspected something so stupid and rude and gods, he was such a dumbass. But René wasnâ??t laughing at him, though he wondered if the brunette wanted to. The blush on his cheeks began to vary in shades of red, but he soon drank enough water to cool himself down, if by a little bit. â??Sorryâ?¦ â??m not cute, you are. Probably should have thought that one through before I askedâ?¦â? as if anyone as cute as René could be some heartless shark.

Not that he wasnâ??t himself, but he was a shark of a different variety. The ones that worked under the guise of business and money, rather than business andâ?¦ pleasure.

Clearing his throat, he forked the rest of his food into his mouthâ??shoveling it in, reallyâ??and placed the plate down on the coffee table. â??Can I ask you want you do do here then?â? he knew he was entering in dangerous conversational territory, as René had made it clear he didnâ??t care to talk about this aspect. Shame at having a low paying job was common though, so he knew heâ??d be able to keep a straight and honest face to whatever his lover would tell him.

As if to give a bit more comfort to help the question get answered, he wrapped his arms around Renéâ??s form and nuzzled the brunette just below the ear and between the hairline there. â??Promise you I wonâ??t judge.â? of course, he wanted to be open minded. Despite that, he was fearful of another thoughtâ?¦ what if René was some kind of assassin? Really, his imagination was just going to keep going if he wasnâ??t given a definite answer.
 
The blush was charming. He wanted to kiss Nathan, but he'd always had a thing about involving food and that kind of intimacy. And with the plates, there was too much of a chance of things ending up on the floor. (Admittedly it was a cheap wood floor, covered with the cheapest of varnishes, but he rather preferred not cleaning it.)

The way Nathan asked what he was doing in this area made him flinch, and his tone was defensive when he replied - â??I live here. The rent is dirt cheap, and I pay off the local toughs to not break my door down. That's what I do here.â?

He moved away almost imperceptibly, but now so that he just wasn't touching Nathan. Being questioned in that way was upsetting... In more ways than one. Nathan seemed to think that he was a criminal now. That was the worst part. He made no response to the promise of not judging: everyone did that. He'd never met someone who didn't comment, didn't mock, didn't tell him that they didn't want someone who'd everyone had before. He couldn't even ask Nathan to trust him with a straight face.

He kept the plate on his lap, eating a few bites mechanically. A secret shouldn't come out like this â?? just moments ago, he'd steeled himself to do it tomorrow. This was all wrong.
 
He wanted to press. He wanted to understand what exactly the other male was hiding from him. To Nathan, nothing was worse than lying to someone that you should trust. He didnâ??t even care if René was the dirtiest assassin that raped his victims after shooting their brains out. He wanted the truth.

But when the other male pulled away from him, he bit his bottom lip and cursed his stupidity once again. The blonde constantly forgot that pressing so hard so fast was not a good thing. The other male had little reason to just open up to him like some bookâ??which people were not. Their relationship had only been for a short while in comparison to lots of things, so he told himself that whatever René was doing as a job, must have taken a higher level of trust than they had built between them.

â??Renéâ?¦ er, sorry. Moron moment, forgive me?â? he asked beseechingly, inching closer so that they would be touching again. Nathan told himself that at least René hadnâ??t straight up and lied to himâ??make up some random job to cover up whatever he was truly doing. That was a plus, and perhaps that in itself was enough to hold him over until heâ??s earned Renéâ??s trust to know.

Curling his arms around his hopefully-still-lover, he pulled the brunette towards him as much as he was allowed. Which wasnâ??t much, considering the fact that they were at an awkward angle. What he ended up doing was press his chest up against Renéâ??s bicep. And that made him inch backwards, because he was not going to look like some clinging boyfriend. â??Letâ??s just drop it and enjoy the evening, yeah? How about a game?â? he fished for his Pilot in his pants pocket. The Pilot was a palm-sized screen that held perhaps all the applications of games to stock trading in the world. Useful for whenever he needed to check on his work, but also for when he wanted to play a few games. Showing it to René with a hopeful slant of a smile, he shrugged slightly before slumping his shoulders and letting his hand with the Pilot drop to his lap. â??Erâ?¦ that is, if youâ??re still up to doing something.â? he finished lamely.
 
He put the plate back on the coffee table, thinking for a bit. He could give reassurances: but knowing Nathan so far, that would probably make him worry more. René did not want to worry his lover â?? he was stupid like that. He did not want Nathan to worry at all, if only such a thing was possible. It was part of the reason he did not want to tell. The rest of it was that he suspected that the entire relationship would be over as soon as the words were said. He could just imagine it now: Nathan would probably first be confused, then disgusted...

Maybe he was hoping that the longer he left it, the harder it would be for Nathan to walk away. â??I promise to tell you sometime,â? he said finally, when Nathan was done with all the other words. And if that wasn't good enough, well, nothing probably would be. Nathan seemed to be willing enough to drop it.

â??It's alright,â? he added, placing a hand on Nathan's thigh. â??It's hard for me.â? He made as if to kiss Nathan, but finished it instead, slightly awkwardly, by leaning his forehead on his lover's cheekbone. He was by no means going to kick Nathan out... â??We can do what you like.â?

René had never been a particular fan of technology, usually because he could not afford it, but often because he just wasn't really interested. He still had a radio in the kitchen for fuck's sake. How retro was that? He was probably one of the most technologically-retarded people in existence, but oh well. Couldn't have everything.
 
The blonde nodded in understanding, knowing that it must be hard to share certain things in oneâ??s life. It wasnâ??t like he had claim or anything anyways, so he should be happy with what René was willing to share with him. Glancing back down to his Pilot, he continued to flip through the applications, before shrugging his shoulders. The games he had uploaded when he got the Pilot were games he hadnâ??t seen since the dawn of timeâ??or close to it. â??Erâ?¦ we haveâ?¦ chess, tic-tac-toe, whereâ??s Waldo, and leap frogâ?¦â?

Awesome.

Perhaps a movie was a better option, but he wasnâ??t sure if René either had it or would want to. The idea of going out wasnâ??t the best idea, as the brunette stated, so he had to trash a lot of things that he usually did outside. â??You know, that makes me wonderâ?¦ if itâ??s dangerous after a certain hour in this area, would it be all right if I stay the night here?â? it was something he had to worry about, as he didnâ??t want to die a horrible death trying to get home. But at the same time, it sounded like some lame and cheesy attempt to get into bed with his lover.

â??With my lover. Nothing wrong with thatâ?¦â?? he told mentally told himself, trying to justify that he wasnâ??t some pervert. â??That is, if itâ??s not a bother. I mean, I can,â? risk getting himself mauled by some danger that René seems to know that wandered this district at night. â??Try to get home through a cab or something, I suppose.â?
 
â??Ah... All the games I used to play when I was a kid,â? René said, smiling a little, accepting their argument as done for now. His smile might have been a little forced at the start, but it came easily soon enough. â??I was always really crap at chess though... In this one place, my foster father kept trying to teach me, and I never got any better. He was a nice man...â? They had considered adopting René, but then he'd lost his job and taking care of a kid that wasn't theirs had suddenly been too much trouble.

â??Heh, memories,â? he said suddenly ending that topic. He was not in the mood for games, not ones that reminded him of his childhood.

â??And what the hell makes you think I would let you leave if I can have you to myself all night?â? René replied with a laugh. â??You can never be a bother to me.â? That was a honest reply â?? he had found himself dropping whatever he was doing whenever Nathan called. As for getting into bed... All that Nathan had to do was say the word. René was compliant like that.

He nuzzled Nathan's cheek and licked the edge of the ear that was closest to him, then nibbled it very lightly. Quiet affection like that was a clear sign that he was perfectly willing to forget the earlier conversation.
 
Nathan chuckled at the response, knowing that he was perhaps not the best player at chess as well. At the same time, he filed away the little tidbit of information that René willingly offered, knowing that it was small, but something he could add onto the profile that he mentally kept of his lover. It was like he was in high school, gathering all the information he could about the person he liked and internally squealing at knowing just that much more about his lover.

He was drawn out of his thoughts when René nuzzled him and gave him affection, causing him to shiver and unconsciously lean towards the tempting lips. â??Oh? Keeping me prisoner and trying to distract me?â? he teased, shifting his body just minutely as he leaned in closer to capture those luscious lips. Melding their lips together, he deepened their kiss just shy of passionate. It was slow and leisure, pulling Renéâ??s bottom lip between his and gently nibbling and suckling on it. For the next moment, he forgot about anything else beyond René and their connection.

Just as he shifted a hand around Renéâ??s head, smoothing over shoulder blades to the base of the brunetteâ??s skull, the Pilot beeped. In a droid voice, the phone announced loudly â??TIC-TAC-TOEâ?, before the screen projected a 3D-digital board to play on. Shocked out of his daze, the blonde drew back and took a sharp breath, before chuckling at how easy it was to get lost in René. â??We should plan a date next time.â? he teased, knowing that if they were outside, heâ??d have less of an urge to ravish his boyfriend. Shrugging though, he held up the Pilot, wondering if René still felt like playing a game.
 
René's remarkable lack of curiosity about Nathan's past, on the other hand, was the classical symptom of an ugly life. He knew the minefields that his own kind had in their pasts, and he knew that few of them wanted questions asked. René only accepted the information he was given... He would have liked to know more about Nathan's past, about how someone could stay so innocent, so ignorant of the way the world worked for the less fortunate. He resented it a little that Nathan never had to go through that.

â??Yes,â? he replied to the question, grinning when Nathan kissed him. Without thinking, his hands were roaming across his lover's back: one sliding up Nathan's shirt and the other running through the blonde hair. Nathan's lips were so gentle, so damn soft. There was no violence in that sort of kiss. Nathan had no reason to need to prove his own superiority, not like René's johns, who felt shame and guilt along with their lust. René's tongue flicked out to taste Nathan's lips â?? not minding at all that they had just been eating fish.

He made a sound of disappointment, something in between a groan and a whine, when Nathan pulled away â?? he would have quite happily ignored explosions. (Well, he regularly did ignore gunfire when he was with johns in the uglier parts of town...)

â??What do you mean by 'plan'?â? René asked, a little puzzled. â??I thought this was a perfectly good plan! Have dinner, grope you, sleep with you. What's wrong with that?â? He pretended to look hurt as he added a cross in the upper right corner.
 
The blonde couldnâ??t help but laugh out loud at the remark, knowing that it was half of his plan as well. â??Well, I never said that wouldnâ??t be part of the plan. Though I will have to admit, if you let me, Iâ??d take advantage of youâ?¦â? he warned, warm palms smoothing over the other maleâ??s back. While his hands were warm from holding the warm plate earlier, Renéâ??s back was warmer, if not hot, compared to him. Perhaps it was because he still felt a bit nervous when doing something this intimate with someone else, cold feet or something. No waitâ?¦ that didnâ??t apply to his hands.

Mentally shaking it off of his mind, he pressed his lips against Renéâ??s forehead and tried to get rid of his grin. Nathan knew that the brunette was just playing with himâ??at least, he hoped that he was rightâ??so he decided to play the doting boyfriend. Gentle kisses, teasing rubsâ?¦ even the soft murmurs of reassuring words of how beautiful and lovely René was filtered through into the chilling night air. â??Donâ??t be crossedâ?¦ I promise no technology or game is more important, yeah?â? he teased, as if René might have thought that he wanted more from what they had. That he might have placed things like the Pilot before his boyfriend.

However, he couldnâ??t help deny that he was spacey. While René was able to ignore loud sounds, he jumped at them. Anything that could distract him would distract him. Like some frightful hamster, he would always be bouncing and jittery, alert for the next thing. Such as now, while he tried to coax René back into a kiss, he couldnâ??t help but let his mind wander while he kissed everywhere but the lips. Like how soft the flesh was, how warm and cool certain areas felt.
 
â??You can only 'take advantage' because I let you,â? René replied coolly. But he could also easily face the fact that he always would let Nathan do what he liked with his body. To be honest, René was more afraid of taking advantage of Nathan... It wasn't easy, being with someone so much better than he was. Before he met Nathan, he never really cared about such things. He'd known â?? he'd accepted â?? that he would probably live out his life without ever straying far from this district. So he both eagerly leapt at the opportunity, and wondered how wrong it was that someone like himself did such things... He couldn't help thinking that Nathan deserved someone better, someone less dirty.

â??You tell me such lovely things,â? René murmured, unable to stop himself basking in the compliments. Maybe what Nathan was saying was true, after all. He never really believed it, but it was still good to hear such words. â??You're far too nice to me,â? he added with a smile, running his fingers across Nathan's jawbone, then coiling his hand behind Nathan's neck, pulling him into a kiss. René always kissed lightly, like he was making a deliberate attempt not to be too demanding or possessive. Still, he couldn't imagine that he could ever be done with this. The feel of Nathan's lips... It would be so hard to become tired of this.

Without even realising what he was doing, his other hand slid up the back of Nathan's shirt, keen to feel the bare skin, pulling up the material a little. A completely irrational part of him wanted to growl mine but that, really, was completely ridiculous. What sort of whore was possessive? He felt a little embarrassed thinking that in the first place, and it would be hard to explain to Nathan why, exactly, he was blushing at that moment.
 
Luckily for René, Nathan wasnâ??t kissing with his eyes opened. His father had once told him before he dated his first girl, that it was rude to stareâ??especially when kissing. So he had learned that kissing involved passionate lips and closed eyes. Not that it was a bad thing. It made him that much more sensitive to his other senses. Each light press and swipe of their lips against one another sent tingles of electricity along his spine, each caress and touch traced warmth along his fleshâ?¦ merely the joys of having another body to indulge in carnal lust.

But with the brunette, he found that lust wasnâ??t the only thing drawing him towards René. Their small gestures, their varying phone calls, and even the fact that they had so much more to learn about one another, made him feel like a schoolboy with his first crush. Nathan lost himself in their gentle kiss before he felt a warm hand slither up the back of his shirt, causing him to shiver from the sensation rather then temperature. â??I wonder whoâ??s taking advantage of whom?â? he teased, lips only pulling back far enough to talk, but still close enough to brush against the otherâ??s.

His own hands werenâ??t stationary, each palm caressing the brunetteâ??s flanks in opposite directions. The subject about leaving London was still not completely finished. One month from nowâ?¦ there was still much planning and packingâ??well, perhaps not so much packing of the old stuff but more of the new ones. Even though he knew that, he couldnâ??t help but shove the topic aside in his mind, and focus on the one that mattered now. René was a master at stoking his fire, and like some Pavlovâ??s dog, he reacted without thought. Still, he was not yet completely taken over, so he tried to gain some ground back. â??Soâ?¦ about the journey. Do you need help packing?â?
 
â??Packing?â? René asked, genuinely puzzled for the moment. That he still didn't quite believe in the trip was probably a part of it. Packing. What on Earth... â??What do I even need?â? he added with a laugh. All of his clothes were for London's climes â?? never too cold and never too hot. All his shoes were in various states of battered, and what he wore around the house was mostly second hand. And of course he had a few mostly broken umbrellas for the frequent rains.

One month from now was very long time for René. He barely even knew where he would be from week to week: it was no wonder he had given up on such things as bank accounts and savings, and all the documents he had were a birth certificate and a battered passport, taken out only for purposes of easier ID when it came to dealing with law enforcement and officials. Not that he usually had much business with them... Oh, God, they were going to dig up his criminal record if he went with Nathan, weren't they? He'd been convicted both of minor theft and prostitution, arrested several times but never sent to prison simply because of overcrowding. They'd given him community service, but everyone knew that was a joke.

He slid the hand that was on Nathan's back down, into his pants, and squeezed Nathan's butt. He couldn't help grinning straight after he did it, feeling a little bit like a school-kid to do something that lame and that obvious.

â??Hm, we should probably clear up if I don't want my whole apartment smelling of fish tomorrow...â? he mused, apparently thinking of the dishes, and pretending not to still be groping Nathan's ass.
 
Really, it wasnâ??t too hard to ignore the hand down his pants. It wasnâ??t. Because Nathan was a professional worker, and if need be, he could fake anything that would require his features to be schooled. But that wasnâ??t the case with René, as he didnâ??t have to be any one way or another. And instead of ignoring the hand to focus on the conversation, he couldnâ??t help the pink blush that stole over his fairer features. Against his blonde hair and light skin, it was obvious that he wasnâ??t able to hide his reaction as well as René was.

That, and his cock was pressed hard against his pants.

Thatâ??s hard to be oblivious about.

â??Umâ?¦â? he cleared his throat, trying not to squirm to give his lover the satisfaction. â??Well, yeah, packing. Just personal belongings that youâ??d want on the trip, really. Depending on how well it goes, it could be some time before we return to London, and this place might not be yours any longer.â? not if the landlord decided to rent it out to someone else in the time they were gone.

He shrugged it off though, thinking that this might be another sore spot. What if the brunette didnâ??t have any personal belongings? It didnâ??t matter though, because as much as he was curious about the past, heâ??d rather learn of Renéâ??s future. â??All right, letâ??s get cleaning. If youâ??re good, I might even cuddle with you on the bed.â? he teased, giving his lover a gentle kiss to the lips, before getting up and moving to help clean things up. The left over fish was the first thing he attended to, wrapping it up and putting it in the fridgeâ??might as well leave René the leftovers than carry it all over the place.
 
He grinned slightly wider when Nathan blushed. Every time Nathan did he wanted to hug him and call him 'cute'. As it was, he kissed Nathan on the nose. â??You are so sweet that I just want to lick you all day,â? he informed his boyfriend. He meant it both in the cute and in the dirty way, and it was quite something to imply both simultaneously. Just to reinforce his point, he licked Nathan's nose â?? just a quick light touch with his tongue.

Looking at the bulge in Nathan's pants, he deliberately removed his hands, feeling positively evil.

â??Mhm, I can't keep this place if I leave.â? Simple statement of fact â?? the place was paid for in cash, and he doubted the landlord would be moral enough to keep it long-term even if it was paid for in advance. â??I don't have much crap though. Just a couple of boxes really.â? Things were usually too expensive to keep long term, and frequently sold to meet short term debts.

â??What the hell do you mean 'if I'm good'?â? he asked with a distinct frown. â??I'm always good!â? he added, picking up the plates and washing them up quickly. If he did the dishes as soon as possible, they never gathered up. A five minute job this way. He stacked them onto the draining board, then washed up the cutlery.

â??There's some ice cream in the freezer if you want dessert.â? It was only cheap vanilla ice-cream, but still sweet. Went nicely when he just wanted to eat some junk.
 
â??Of course you are.â? Nathan teased back, shifting from foot to foot. With his cock pressed hard against his pants, he found it hard to think that René was always good. Well, good in the naughty sense, but bad if he was some religious tight-ass. Luckily, he was all the more happy to receive the â??goodâ?? attention.

Once he was finished packing the food, he peeked in the freezer to see the ice-cream that the other male mentioned. As soon as the cold breeze brushed pass him though, he closed the door and shrugged. â??I think I have my dessert right here though, donâ??t I?â? he asked, slipping behind the brunette and wrapping his arms around the otherâ??s waist. Warmth was shared and he rested his chin against his loverâ??s shoulder.

The blonde peppered soft kisses, closed mouthed, in lieu of sweet words. The only thing that ruined the seemingly romantic moment might have been his erection pressed up against Renéâ??s backside. â??Youâ??re a tease you know? Likeâ?¦ you know exactly how to get me distracted.â? but even though he wanted to hump his lover, he stepped back and moved to help put things away. â??Is this a natural skill or maybe you can teach me, so not only one of us has the upper hand.â? a small grin made its way over his lips, as he dried his hands and then moved to gently attempt to drag his lover towards what he assumed was the bedroom.

His EP beeped again, but this time, he just took the earring off and threw it on the coffee table. For the first time in Renéâ??s place, he didnâ??t want it to continue to bother them.
 
He finished cleaning up the cutlery, deliberately pressing his ass against Nathan's pants. He knew exactly what he was doing here: he was going to have the first sex that he actually wanted that week. Funny, how you can still be horny after being fucked every single day.

â??Mhm, I can be your dessert,â? he mused gently, smiling as he finished drying his hands. He didn't mind the erection at all: more, it made him a little happy. Knowing that someone had the hots for him who wasn't going to pretend that he was someone else, and who wasn't planning to order him around was strangely wonderful. He leant back so far that he almost fell over when Nathan moved away.

â??I'm just very very talented,â? he replied, grinning back, kissing Nathan. â??You'll work it out eventually, and then you'll drive me mad,â? René added with a mock frown, pretending to not look forward to that time. It was one of the first times that he let himself speak his hope for the future out loud. He followed Nathan very willingly. It wasn't hard to work out the layout of René's place, and Nathan had picked out the right direction.

René pushed the door open: the bedroom wasn't quite in order. The bed was unmade, and there was a little pile of dirty laundry that he had kicked next to his wardrobe in a vague attempt to keep things in order. Not at all like Nathan's place, and he felt a little embarrassed at the disorder, with the faintest of blushes across his cheeks. â??Er, sorry for the mess?â? he said vaguely.
 
Raising an eyebrow at the mess, Nathan paused in his tracks just for a moment. His crystalline orbs went over the pile of clothes, the items that seemed of no use but took up space, and then the bed. It was still unmade despite having company, and had the sheets bundled up in odd mounts. The pillows were still at the head of the bed though, and that was all that matter.

â??Doesnâ??t matter if weâ??re going to mess it up after we clean it, yeah?â? The blonde continued to ease his lover towards the bed once more, this time nearly tackling them onto the â??

-less than cushiony bed.

The hard surface was not as bouncy as he had hoped, and he literally felt the â??thudâ?? they made on it. It forced a soft groan from his lips and the wind was knocked out of him since he landed his abdomen against Renéâ??s knee.

Rolling aside for a moment, the mood half broken, he wheezed to catch his breath. â??Sorryâ?¦â? he breathed out, thinking â??well, didnâ??t that just ruin the mood?â??
 
René had to laugh. â??Should have warned you.â? Cheap fucking mattress. Cheap and old, and well used. His other knee had hit Nathan's hip, but the pain seemed hilarious at this moment.

He pulled Nathan into a more comfortable position next to him, licking then nuzzling his neck. Nathan needed to make a far better attempt to ruin the mood, because despite the pain, René was still hard and perfectly willing.

â??It's all right, sweetheart,â? he teased, â??I still love you.â?

The tone might have been playful, but it wasn't lightly said. René didn't like giving people false hopes, and he didn't really like lying to them either. He never said those words unless he meant them, and he'd carefully avoided them in all the time before. But now that the time he had with Nathan seemed so short... He went a little faster than usual.
 
Half curling against René, he chuckled and gave the brunette a soft kiss. â??Thanks, bebe.â? he turned in a similarly teasing tone. It wasnâ??t as bad as people made it out to be, honestly. It was better than lying and saying that he loved the other male, when he wasnâ??t quite sure. An acknowledgement was better than nothing.

â??Want me to handle something?â? Nathan teased, slipping a hand between them and between his loverâ??s legs. The erection that he felt there wasnâ??t killed by the shift in mood, which made his own twitch in his pants. Gently, he rubbed at the hard-on, soaking in the sight of his lover.

As if he was trying to pick the mood back up, the blonde leaned in closer to press a soft kiss against luscious lips. â??You know,â? he began, having an unhealthy habit of talking while he tried to swing into foreplay. â??Iâ??m sure youâ??ll start to get annoyed with me once weâ??re on the trip. Bets on who throws whom overboard?â? he joked, fingers still working their â??magicâ??.

It was then that the door was knocked again. Leaning back from what was going to be a kiss, he raised an eyebrow. â??Company?â?

Outside, Renéâ??s neighbor and landlord waited, hands on hips as she popped her gum.
 
He kissed back lightly, satisfied enough with that answer. He didn't mind it, not really. With his sort of life real relationships tended not to last very long, frequently ending in random disappearances or drug addictions. At least René was sensible to keep away from the drugs.

A groan of satisfaction as Nathan touched him - â??Keep doing that,â? he muttered, laying his head back and just enjoying it for the moment. He liked to keep his eyes closed, so that he could quite predict where the next touch would be. Placing a hand on the back of Nathan's head, he played with the hair there, with a tiny satisfied smile across his lips.

â??Hmm, I'm too easy going to throw anyone overboard,â? he mused.

He was about to pull Nathan on top of him and start undressing his lover, and then the knock sounded. â??Not expecting anyone,â? he growled, loath to be interrupted. But if someone had made the effort of going to his door, it had to be important.

Sliding out of bed with a sound of dissatisfaction, he went to answer the door, pulling it open.

â??This is really not a good time...â? René told her, very conscious that his hard-on was incredibly obvious.
 
Nathan rolled over to the side and remained on the bed. His erection was pressed hard against his dress pants, but he made no move to touch it. After all, if René finished up whatever he had to do soon, he wouldnâ??t have to deal with it alone.

When René nearly tore the door open and snapped at her, the landlord raised an eyebrow at the renter. â??Well, I donâ??t see another good time, so nowâ??s better than any.â? Malinda rolled her eyes, taking a look around the area. â??its monthly checks, remember? Plus, itâ??s monthly payments. Fork it over or get the hell out.â? she glared, shoving him aside to walk into the dinky apartment. The strawberry blonde had every right to do so, in her opinion. In truth, though it might not have been nice, it was her right. She did â??ownâ?? this building.

Malinda peeked around the area, making sure that he wasnâ??t damaging the area more so than she had rented out to him as. She really didnâ??t need to explore â?? the place was to the shits already â?? but she was doing it to annoy him.

It was then that she spotted Nathan inside the bedroom. From her angle, she could see him but he hadnâ??t spotted her. Not when the blonde was laying spread eagle on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and waiting for his lover to return.
 
Well, all she had to do was call the local muscle to kick René out if she really felt it. â??Sure...â? he muttered, going to the kitchen to find the tin he hid his money in. While she had the look around, he found the little bundle that he had set aside for rent. He didn't really like her wandering around now, but not much he could do about it. He double checked the amount as quickly as he could.

Having her stare at his lover did quite well to kill his boner. He stepped around her, blocking the view. â??Here's the money,â? he said firmly, offering her the notes.

He had never made trouble for her, and she knew that he didn't bring johns home. She'd asked, after all. Several fucking times. He just damned hoped that she wouldn't mention anything too loudly, and that she didn't let Nathan know his occupation. And he couldn't exactly kick her out of a section of her own building, but his expression clearly said please go.

The bitch probably found the whole thing funny.
 
Indeed, the bitch truly did find the whole thing funny.

So funny, that she shoved him aside and cleared her throat. â??Oh? Well, why didnâ??t you tell me you had company?â? Malinda seemed to shockingly cry out loudly. Too loudly for it to have been intentionally

At the sound of a womanâ??s voice, Nathanâ??s head shot up with wide eyes. He gasped and realized that whoever was at the door was in the apartment. Quickly, the blonde tried to adjust himself to look presentable. It wasnâ??t fast enough though, as the landlord made her way towards the doorframe of the bedroom â?? not that far of a step really.

â??Why, hello there. And you areâ?¦?â? she asked silkily, giving Nathan a glance over just to piss René off.

The blonde blushed and glanced over at lover, wondering why she was in the place at all â?? wasnâ??t it clear they wereâ?¦ busy? But from a glance downwards, he could see that they both had lost their mood completely. â??Umâ?¦ Iâ??m Nathan? May I ask who you are?â? blue eyes switched back and forth between Malinda and René, as if asking for one of them to give him the answer beyond a name.
 
â??Malinda, my landlady,â? René stated, positively sulking.

He didn't know her last name, and she didn't know hers. It was a common state of affairs in these dubious cash-only arrangements, that functioned entirely outside the law. She knew his job, and she knew his pimp. Oh god. Things could not possibly get any worse, could they? He tried to breathe in slowly, resisting physically picking her up and throwing her out of the door.

He felt strangely protective after her look at Nathan â?? she had no right to look at him like that. It was rare that René's lips were in such a tight line.

â??Look, just take your money and go. Please.â?
 
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