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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 21:13:35 GMT -5
"Oh great, I'm going to be minding my own business watching the price is right, then BAM, you're gonn be sucking my dick. I won't even know where you came from, you'll just be there. I won't say anything either, I'll just watch you like it's normal," TOny chuckled softly. "Or, I'll surprise attack you. We'll see..."
"Well then, I will be the first. You have enchanting eyes," he said softly. He laid his hand on top of the table once again, looking intently at Douglass. Thi guy was quite a site, he was nice on the eyes. He was like eyecandy, actually. Tony enjoyed just being able to look at him and not feel guilty about it later. Here, they were on a date and talking. He could stare at him all he mother fucking wanted. That was the truth. And that's what he intended on doing. The the thought of leaving saddened him dearly.
"Okay so if I want you all night, call you Saturday. Other than that, call you before six and we can meet up. Got it. And what if I call you tomorrow?" Tony winked, taking the napkin and folding it up, shoving it into his pocket. "I had fun on our first date..." he said, looking back to the other man. So when was the second date already ?!
"Have it, the whole thing. Don't hold back next time, I'd love to see piggie Dougie," Tony said motioning to the pizza. He looked at their table, through there demolished drinks and half eaten pizza. "You have fun with it. I'm glad I could feed a starving college student," he said, taking the bill that the waitor put on the table and sticking a hundred into it.
Tony smiled as he assited the man to his car, opening the door for him yet again. He loved the feeling of a real date. It was something he wasn't used too. "It's been great for me Douglas," he said getting in the car and turning it on, starting to back out. "No worries, really. I'm sure your hand will apologize for it some other day. WHere do you live?"
((that's cool dude, whenever (: ))
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 21:30:39 GMT -5
"Yep. You'll be watching The Price Is Right or Who's Line Is It anyway and bam you'll be moaning with the utmost desire, wonder why, look down and see that you're engulfed deep into my chokeless throat, squirming at my every touch," he grinned madly. "Ooh maybe you will surprise me. Grab my hair and pull my head up, turn me around, bend me over and fuck me mercilessly? Sounds like my kind of surprise," he grinned madly. He genuinely looked forward to that kind of surprise butt sex.
"You're too king, handsome," he responded with a light smile. "You've got a nice beanie," he teased and shook his head, "You're easy on the eyes and on the mind. This has been the easiest date I've ever been on." Douglass was generally easy to get along with but a lot of people made him nervous and on edge whenever they hung out or were on dates. Tony seemed not to judge and was as open as he was with Douglass. It felt like equal effort to please one another on the date.
He had boxed the pizza up, got a bag for it and took it to the car with him. He was stoked over his breakfast and lunch tomorrow. "Don't worry. I'll pig out and you can watch with your jaw dropped in awe. You just wait." He chuckled at the starving college student part- it was half true only because Douglass couldn't find the proper time to eat a proper meal between all of his duties.
"Tomorrow? I'm free twelve to technically five thirty since I need to get to work," he answered, "I've got two classes and the rest are online. I gotta get a few essays touched up, though. Did you go to college? What did you major in?" He was pretty sure he hadn't asked in return if the other went to college. Now he was curious.
He told the other where he lived and offered suggestions on when to turn and stuff. He would give them a bit of a detour just to buy extra time. When they did pull up in front of the five story brick building he sighed some not wanting to get out of the car.
"Thank you for tonight, Tony. All of it, it was really nice." He looked over to the other and leaned over to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Give me a call or text me so I have your number in my phone." He sighed a bit and smiled, "I'll see you soon. Have a safe drive home, okay? I don't want to attend your funeral prematurely," he bit on his lip and kissed the other's cheek again before unbuckling his belt and opening the door. "Drive safe," he added as he got out and grabbed the pizza bag. "Try not to get too dirty with your hand tonight without me. I'll be sure to picture you with my lonesome and my hand later."
Douglass grinned, waved and forced himself to walk away. He could have lived in this night forever. An absolute topper to the entire month. He walked up the steps and into his studio apartment with an ear to ear grin. Once inside of his apartment and after locking the door three times he bounced on his feet excitedly, letting the butterflies and knots ripple through his body in an exhilarating way. He couldn't wait to see him again.
That night he would shower and pay much respects with his hand. Tony bright in his mind behind his eyelids. He got off pretty well, too, which just confirmed how good all of tonight had been.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 21:47:28 GMT -5
"You're totally gonna get me going again!" TOny said with a smile. He got quiet for a moment, placing his hand on the steering wheel. he fidgeted in his seat and cleared his throat, unsure of how to put words to what he was thinking. After a moment of strugling to find the words he finally said in a soft, bewildered voice "so is it really chokeless?"
"I'm glad to hear that. It's not every ay you're told that you are easy on the mind," he said with a profound nod. "I have to admit, this was a pleasantly easy date if I do say so myself. I can't wait till we get around to the more affectionate side of dating. Not fucking, like... holding hands. And arms around one another. Shit like that. Man, I sound like a total woman, I'm gonna put a sock in it and continue braiding my vagina," he said shaking his head in almost what seemed like shame.
"Two classes tomorrow? And touch up an essay? Shit, doesn't look like I'll be catching you..." Tony said with mere dissappointment. He bit his lip softly, looking out onto the road. "Well, yeah I went to college. I graduated too. I majored in Medical. It was pretty cool, I guess. I have a masters degree and a PhD," he said with a little bit a pride in his voice. "Not every day your drug dealer is a doctor, I guess."
Tony waved good bye and shouted to the toher man "Take care love!" making sure he got inside okay, before driving off.
Later that night, he picked up his phone and took the napkin from his jacket, dialing the number and sending the simply text
'Sweet Dreams, Sincerely-your boyfriend?'
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 22:00:35 GMT -5
He hadn't responded by anything but a smile when the other asked if it was chokeless, shrugging and brushing it off. Tony definitely would find that out soon enough. It took a lot of will power not to invite the man up to his crappy apartment to do something. He was looking forward to their first kiss, whenever that may be. "Unless you come by the club, I suppose not. The next day I'm free from the same time with no essays," he promised with a sweet smile. When he received the text he grinned madly. Boyfriend? Was that already established? He was fine if it was, truly. It wasn't like anyone else had to try and one up Tony. Tony was the best he was about to find and he was sure of it. That had been quite easy that date. 'I'll have you know the sexy you in my mind, inspired by your real life you, got me off quite well tonight. . You have sweet dreams, too. Glad you made it home safe You're pretty cute and goodnight, Douglass.'He didn't mention the boyfriend bit. He agreed with it, but establishing it over the texting seemed odd to him. He'd like to hear it and all. Douglass went to sleep short after that, got up bright and early in the morning and went to his classes. As soon as he got back from school he touched his essays up and still had some time to spare. He decided he needed to go to the gym- so he did that instead of contacting Tony. He thought about him all day long, and really wanted to see him, but he would soon enough, right? He did send him a text. 'Ifyou've got time stop by for a personal dance. I'd like to see you.' It was uncharacteristic of him to say something like that to someone, but this time it definitely came natural. He wanted Tony to know he was thinking about him and he didn't want him to forget or get distracted by someone else. Their friendship was new enough to be able to be quickly changed.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 22:25:42 GMT -5
Tony looked at his phone, smiling as he sw the message from Douglass. I'm making a deal with Marty at 7.
As 7 rolled around, Tony got ready at his house for his big night at the club. He didn't know what was in store for him, but he knew it must be good. He took a shower and shaved his face, using a pleasant smelling after gel. He found a dark pair of denim jeans and threw on red converse. He put on a white v-neck shirt and slipped on his normal leather jacket. He took a moment to do his hair, going without the beanie tonight. He muffled his hair a little bit, trying to pull off the 'just woke up' look, even if he did just come out of the shower. He let the hair fall onto his forehead and smiled at himself in the mirror, trying to practice his smile face. Quickly, he brushed his teeth and sprayed on a ton of cologne, grabbing his keys and he was out the door.
Arriving at the strip club, Tony shoved something into his pocket and got from his car, locking the doors with his key chain. He walked up to the front doors of the club, the bouncer letting him in instead of making him wait. He hovered for a moment at the front door, not wanting to go directly in to see Marty. He stood by the bar near the front, scanning the room trying to find his... his Douglass.
His eyes were playing hockey across the room, his hands shoved into the pocket of his leather jacket.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 22:44:23 GMT -5
Douglass was happy to hear that the other coming to see him wasn't messing up with his working schedule. Tony's, not his own. He didn't want the other missing out on deals because of Douglass. He would survive, a bit barely, without seeing the man for a day. It was amazing how much he wanted to see him all day long just after a few hours with one another. He was nervous when seven was approaching and he was getting his make up and hair done. It was simple make up, just cover up to perfect the skin on his face and his hair was properly smoothed back with gel. There had been a change in the night and it was, instead, school boy night. Probably the cheapest and kinkiest night they could ever have.
He was dressed in navy blue board shorts with suspenders over his chest and back. He had on white cuffs and a bow tie neck clip. Though as the dances were starting he was called into Marty's office. He was expecting to be scolded for not making a lot in tips the night before. But, to his surprise, it was worse.
When Douglass stepped into the office Marty was quick to close it behind him and corner the young man in the office. "You finally slept with that god damn dealer. I knew that when you would give it up to him you'd give it up to me. Finally just like everyone else, Doug. It's about time."
Douglass frowned and tried to push the man away from him, but Marty grabbed his wrists tough and shoved him against the wall. "I'm not like anyone!" he defended though the grip got harder and he was threatened if he didn't stop. "I'll cut that pretty face of yours. Have you seen Jackson's face? How do you think he got that? You shut the fuck up and do what I say. Or you lose your job and that pretty face of yours."
Douglass felt sick to his stomach, trapped and panicked. "So what did you sleep with him to get, hm? LSD? Heroine? You look like you'd be a cocaine user if anything at all. That's probably it. You needed some blow so you blew him. All the strippers sleep with him then come to me. Much easier access that way, Doug. It took you longer than expected, but finally you came around." The man began undoing his pants. "Get on your knees."
"But I didn't suck hi-," " GET ON YOUR KNEES!" Douglass jumped and shakily lowered himself to his knees, tears burning his eyes and his heart rate through the roof. Before he knew it the owner had forced the other's jaw open and stuck his dick inside of his mouth. He didn't demand that Douglass do anything with his tongue or throat muscles. The man wasn't as big as Tony, but five inches still hurt even if it was unwanted. Douglass chocked at one point only because he felt like he was going to be sick. He wished he would be. Throwing up on this man's dick would be better than what he was going through right now.
When Marty pulled out he proceeded to finish on Douglass' face. Something he only let one person ever do to him before and the two had deeply cared for one another. And he had visioned Tony's come on his face the night before.. but this. This scared him.
He stood up when the man threw a baggie of coke at him. He grabbed a tissue, wiped his face off and fled from office, slamming the door behind him. Douglass caught glimpse of the dance ending and caught brief sight of Tony and immediately threw up in one of the garbage pales back stage. All of that delicious pizza thrown up into the world again and into a sorry garbage bucket.
Douglass walked like a zombie to where his vanity mirror was and dressed into his normal clothes. Straight jeans and a green t-shirt with a jacket over it. He walked to find Tony and only touched his arm to let him know he was there. Fully dressed and distraught. "I'm not working tonight," he said very quietly. His eyes were red though he hadn't fully cried. He couldn't look the other in his eyes right now. He couldn't look at anyone. The dancers would know what happened soon enough, if not by the familiar look on an unwanting dancer's face.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 22:57:33 GMT -5
Tony smiled as he saw Doug approaching, rocking back and forward on his heels a bit. As he got closer, his smile faded into a look of true concern. He put a comforting arm aroud Douglass and frowned, bringing his lips close to his ear so that only he could hear. "Are you okay, what happened?" he said softly. He couldn't very well leave just yet, he still had a deal to make with Marty. He was distraught by the look on Doug's face, unsure of what to say. The night before he had looked so happy, and now it looked as though someone shit in his cheerios.
He guided Doug outside into the night and to his car, pulling away from him and leaning against the hood. He looked at Doug with deep compassion in his eyes, trying to demuzzle the beast. "Talk?" he attempted softly, running his fingers abck through his own hair.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 23:09:45 GMT -5
Douglass didn't answer the other except from a simple shake of his head. The arm around him comforted him just enough to make him walk out of the club with him. When they reached the car he just stood there and rubbed at his eyes.
"He saw me leave with you!" he burst out and threw the baggie at him. It was more out of anger than accusing the other of setting that up and lying to him. Douglass knew Tony's reputation with some of the strippers and he had accepted it when on the date with him. His eyes were filled up and spilling over now. "He thought I gave you a blow job for some blow, and paid me money for the date," he was yelling through sobs now, " That mother fucker threatened to cut my face and.. forced.. forced me to my," he took in a nasty breath. He didn't care about being composed in front of the other man right now. He had all the right to be sobbing right now. He had never been disrespected like that before. He brought his arm up to cover his eyes and held around his body with the other arm.
"I feel disgusting," he sobbed out. If Tony hadn't made such a good impression on Douglass he would have been getting all of the blame. "I tried to keep my distance from you on the walk to the car so he wouldn't suspect on the cameras." He pulled his arm down but looked off to the side. He couldn't look at him. He was ashamed.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 27, 2011 23:35:07 GMT -5
Tony looked shocked as he caught the baggie in his hand. He raised his eyebrows, looking at Douglass with a shocked expression. He took the baggie and shoved it into his pocket shaking his head. "This can not be happening..." he muttered to himself looking at the crying man. He knew very well what had happened to Douglass, and Tony was not happy. Now you see, Tony was a very powerful man. This will come back again later, in time. "He fucking forced you," Tony said through clenched teeth. he hissed it out. It was something that Tony had been thinking about all night and all day, and Marty had robbed it from Douglass. He shook his head in disbelief, pure anger tensing up the muscles in his arms.
He moved to the passenger side of his car, leaving Douglass where he was and grabbed something from the glove department and shoved it into his pocket. He slammed the car door shut and kept it unlocked, in case Douglas wanted to get inside. He walked up close to Doug now, standing right on front of him. He wrapped his arms tightly around his waist, hugging the man close to him.
He kissed Douglass' temple gently, staring off into space for a moment, shaking his head. "Stay here and watch my car for a moment, I have a deal I have to make really quick..." he mumbled into his ear, hugging Douglass close and tight to his body.
He let go of the man and went towards the club, into the front door.
About 10 minutes later he came out with a calm and cool collected stride, yet his pace was quicked, he sluid ito the front seat and turned the car on. There was a blood mark on the corner of his white shirt and Tony threw a gun quickly into the backseat, placing bothhis hands on the steering wheel.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 27, 2011 23:44:34 GMT -5
Douglass still couldn't look at the other when he confirmed what had happened through his teeth. Marty robbed a lot more than just what they had been looking forward to. He robbed his dignity temporarily and had taken his tip out from the previous night entirely leaving Douglass tipless and making rentless. He didn't know how he'd be able to make it at all this time. Going back to work the next day was not in mind for him. Not right now, anyway.
He had been about to ask the other what he was doing but thought better of it. The hug didn't last long enough and he would have been fine to just stand there and calm down in the grip. So strong, so endearing. "Okay," he muttered quietly when he was given the light orders.
Douglass calmed down enough to get into the passenger seat. He just sat there quietly, stilling his tears and trying to calm his heart down. He looked at the gun that was thrown in the back and then frantically to Tony. "Did you shoot him! Oh my god! What the fuck! Did you kill him? Tony!" He looked alarmed and frightened. He pushed himself to the door and looked over to the other with a nervous look.
He couldn't even try and front that he would have been able to handle it. He probably wouldn't have. The manager was bigger in body mass and stronger than him because of it. But now.. now he was worried that if he pissed Tony off he'd get shot.
Douglass sat in his seat and leaned over to put his head between his knees, trying to breathe normally and stop a panic attack. "Tell me you didn't kill him," he mumbled as he focused on his breathing.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 0:04:40 GMT -5
Tony gripped the stearing wheel and shook his head. "Shut up, can you like SHUT UP for like five fucking seconds? he hissed shaking his head. He buried his face into his hands, biting down on his lip. He quickly put his hands back onto the steering wheel, sticking the key in the ignition and backed up. He needed to drive for a little bit. He sat there, not saying anything and trying to get his thoughts together. What had really just happened? He thought he knew what really happened but didn't know if he could come to terms with it.
"I'm not going to hurt you..." was all he could muster out. He couldn't even look at Douglass, just straight out the front. He had no come back. It wasn't the light flirty modd thatt had recently happened in the car the night before. He let out a long breath, wringing his hands on his steering wheel again. "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked in a calm, gentle voice. "I'm sorry for yelling at you..." he said in an ashamed voice. He had been known to burst on people when he couldn't get his thoughts straight. He shook his head and looked out the front glass still.
He really didn't want Doug to go, yet he wanted to give him peace of mind. What if this man never felt comfortable around him again? He could feel all the muscles in his body tighten with tension as he tried to calm himself down. He wanted to hold Douglass, to make everything better. He wanted their one romantic night. But he didn't say anything, just looked ahead. Just kept looking ahead. Nothing.
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 0:15:43 GMT -5
The outburst scared Douglass even more. He shut up and moved his body against the door again with his head still between his knees. His fingers were clasped on the back of his head and his thoughts were scattered and everywhere. He felt the car move and took in a sharp breath and sat up. He was so confused why all of this was happening tonight. Last night had been like a dream, even more, and now this. A possible homicide and forced oral sex. He felt like he was going to be sick but he had thrown up everything he had ever ate.
"Wh-What did you do.. Tony," his voice dropped considerably, his eyes welling up and he looked out the passenger window. He couldn't get out of the car. Not just because it was moving, but because his legs wouldn't allow him to. He wanted to stay for some reason. He had barely known this man 24 hours and he trusted him that he wouldn't hurt him.
"T-tony why. I could have.. it didn't," he looked over to him and knitted his brows together. He didn't know what to say. Tony couldn't have killed Marty. Sure, that old grime ball had something coming to him, but death? He reached out his hand shakily and touched the man's bicep and moved his hand down his arm to his hand on the wheel.
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 0:29:26 GMT -5
Tony sighed and sat back in his seat a little bit. He adjusted himself so one hand was on top of the wheel and one arm was leaning on the center console. He took Doug's hand in his and threaded there fingers together gently, so Doug would know he wasn't going to trust him. He would never hurt Doug, that was never his plan. He just shook his head slightly and let out a soft sigh, glancing only for a moment at Doug then deciding he wanted to keep his eye on the road.
"I went in there, I threatened hima bunch. He got up in my face then, started waving this shank around. Soon as I knew it, he had a gun pointed at me. Marty is... wasn't any fool. I've seen him shoot someone before. So in self defense, when he cocked the gun and started to come at me, my already cocked gun fired and hit him right in the head. I mean, of course I was aiming but apparently not well enough. I just wanted to like, get his arm or something," he said shaking his head, his speech quick and slurred. not from alcohol, but from fear. From what Douglass would think of him. From what could happen to him.
"I was trying to scare him so he wouldn't pick on you, telling him you were my guy, I had something to pick with him if he fucked with you... told 'im he could have any damn boy in that club, why does he have to be picking on mine? He just laughed, told me you were all his. Like he fucking owns you..." he ranted on, shaking his head again. "I really... I really didn't mean too... Fuck, I'm sorry Douglass..."
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Post by jumpmybones on Jul 28, 2011 0:41:51 GMT -5
Douglass looked down to their hands, wishing this had been under different circumstances that they first interlocked fingers. He bit on his bottom lip nervously as he waited for the explanation. He listened and as he reached the part where he aimed he gripped the other's hand pretty tightly as his heart sped up again. Awesome.
Now the man that he had fast feelings for was a murderer. Granted, the man was skeazy as anything else. Dirtier than grime. He thought about the club, an image of Marty in his mind and then he looked over to the other. He didn't know what to say right off the bat. This needed to all sink in.
Douglass sat back against the chair in the car and went over it in his head. "You can say it was self defense," he said softly, "they'll.. they'll see that his gun was cocked. Or get someone to cover it up." His voice was quiet and he didn't know what to do. He slowly let the other's hand go and pulled it back to himself, closing his hands in his lap and sat very still.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed after a bit of not saying anything. This night couldn't have been anymore opposite than the night before.
"You can't go away," he said softly, "You can't. If the police get in you can say it was self defense and you didn't want to but you carry it on you because we're in the city and people know you have money and get a good lawyer." He wiped his eyes, "You have to go back now. Call the police.. If you lie and run it'll make it worse and they won't believe you and you'll get thrown away forever and what if they de-, no," he wrinkled his face and shook his head. "Get all of the drugs off of you and out of your apartment or where ever you keep them. Stash them somewhere."
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Post by Jayy on Jul 28, 2011 0:52:23 GMT -5
Tony took a moment to listen to Douglass. Finally, he pulled into the parking lot of an abandoned wearhouse, in New York, right?, He circled around back so that they were closed in and no one could see the car. He turned it off and sat in his seat, flipping on the over head light. He rubbed his face in his hands again, turning slightly in his seat to face Douglass. He just looked at him for a moment, looking at his beauty. Tony was a little bit hurt himself that Douglass had taken his hand back. But he could also see the side of not wanting to hold hands with a murderer. But was he really a murderer? Marty deserved it. He just made a club full of gay boys a lot happier then they were before. But what if the new owner was even worse? He drew in a sharp breath, pulling his hand back. Missing the connection they got everytime they touched. Under the table, kiss on the cheek, arm around the shoulder, tight embrace, hand on his arm, fingers intertwined, now he had nothing.
"Just.. don't worry about it Doug," he said in a soft voice, trying to calm the boy. He reached out and put a hand on his upper arm, rubbing his hand up and down for a moment then retracting it back. "I... I won't get caught. They have no proof. I'll ditch the gun... burn it to get the fignerprints off of it. They'll never know. I mean, I have people... I can fix this. We're not going back though. I don't want you in that mess, I don't want you seeing any fo it," he said with a sad sigh.
"I might have to leave though..." he said in a very soft voice. "I might have to leave the state... relocate..." this meant leaving Douglass, yet Tony knew it was something more than likely to happen.
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