Show Me Love .:1:.

Zackary Baker stood on the broken sidewalk, pacing the corner with the familiar knot of anxiety dwelling in his stomach as he waited for his next 'customer'.
The night air was cold and harsh to him as he wore a thin jacket not too long so that his panty covered ass was showing in his fancy lingerie.
If he didn't get a customer soon, his boss would surely have his head on a gold platter.
A white, glossy Camero pulled up, and the window rolled down.
In the driver's seat was a tall, bronzed man with long, strong fingers...The driver's face was masculine and had a slight square shape to it. His hair was long and feathery, dark and healthy looking. He gave a small, charming white smile and motioned Zacky to get in, his chocolate irises dancing.
Zacky shot a glance to the man before climbing in without a word, taking his jacket off. "Two Benjamins for a blow job." he began his usual routine of telling the man his prices, now only in his panties, the jacket hugged to his chest as he tried to keep warm.
The man merely nodded slowly, turning the heat up. "Put your hands near the vent, get them warm."
Zacky simply stayed balled up, curled up in the seat, his thin, frail back to Brian, his rips showing through his beautiful cream colored skin. "I'm okay."
"No, you're not. Get warm." The older man's tone was soft, but authorative.
Zacky looked over his shoulder at the driver before sighing, obeying the man. "Thanks," he mumbled.
They pulled into a two-story house with a well kept lawn and a tire swing dangling from the large, strong oak tree in the yard.
The house itself was painted a calm baby-blue, but it didn't make Zacky feel any less uneasy.
Turning to Zacky, the man smiled kindly, "I'm Brian."
Zacky kept his eyes on his lap. "I...don't give out my name."
"Alright...I'll call you Tink." Brian grinned, getting out of the car, unlocking his front door.
"Zacky." Zacky instantly corrected him, risking giving Brian his identity rather than being Tink.
He chuckled, letting Zacky into the warm, cozy home. Brian closed the door behind him and took Zacky's coat, tossing it into the laundry room that opened up to the left of them.
To the right was an archway into a squat, roomy kitchen, and from there, Zacky could see a livingroom lined with bookshelves of pictures.
"Follow me," the customer said lightly, leading Zacky through the house to the master bedroom.
The bed was huge, and the blankets looked like fleece.
Brian passed the video game corner to the dresser and began to dig around for something.
Zacky took a deep breath before working up the courage to ask, "Where do you plan on doing this?"
"In the kitchen," Brian had a smile to his voice. Then, he handed Zacky a pair of sweat pants and a tank top. "The bathroom is down the hall to the right, towels are under the sink, and so is a packaged toothbrush I've been saving for later. Use whatever you need to get clean."
Zacky frowned. "Y'know the longer I stay here the more you have to pay...right?"
"I'm fully aware of what I'm doing," he nodded, pointing Zacky down the hall. "Then, come into the kitchen. Just leave your dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom. Oh! Also, if you want to take a bath, there's bath beads and scented salts on the tub's side." Brian then went down the stairs, disappearing from sight.
Zacky stared before slowly making his way to the bathroom, observing the huge, glorious tiled room before stripping down slowly, filling up the tub with piping hot water, dropping in sizzling bath beads that smelled of sweet pea, causing him to take a moment and sniff the air before dipping into the steaming water.
God, it felt great on his muscles.
A brief nap and a scrubbing later, Zacky got out and dried off, getting dressed before slowly making his way downstairs, in search of his customer. He was actually starting to get comfortable with this "Brian" character.
The air smelled of mouth-watering tomato sauce and garlic, and Brian was at the stove, dishing up two steaming plates of spaghetti and meatballs.
Looking over his shoulder, he smiled at Zacky and sat the plates down beside two glasses of wine. "Just in time," Brian mused, sitting at his side of the table, a basket of homemade garlic bread waiting to be eaten at the center of the table.  
"What's all this for?" Zacky asked cautiously, looking at the food, trying not to let drool dribble down his chin.
"Don't worry, I'm paying you for dinner, too," Brian smiled. "I can't let you go hungry. If I'm gonna eat, you're gonna eat...Now, don't let food go to waste, sit down, there's plenty." He took a piece of bread and bit into it before sipping his red wine.
Zacky nibbled politely at the food before he couldn't help himself any longer. He began scarfing down the food on his plate, barely stopping to chew, feeling embarassed at his savage eating.
"I made the sauce from scratch, is it good? Or is it too tomatoey?"
Zacky swallowed the food in his mouth quickly before nodding eagerly. "This is...absolutely amazing. You cook often?" He continued shoving his face full.
"I love to cook," Brian nodded, eating his own forkfuls before he shrugged, "But, there's no one here to cook for besides myself, so I usually just order in."
Zacky blushed. "Well, thanks for feeding me..." He said slowly, hating that he was opening up to this man but he knew he couldn't help it. Brian was just so inviting.
"It's no problem, it's nice to have an excuse to cook," he chuckled, eating another piece of bread, mopping up the left over sauce before he sipped the rest of his wine. "Did you have enough?"
Finally, after his second, heaping plate, Zacky was finished. With a nod, he stood to go clean off his plate. "Thanks, it was amazing. The best meal I've had in...months."
"I can tell," he murmured, eying Zacky's thin frame.
After cleaning up the dishes, Brian turned, saying, "It's getting late...Shall we go up to the bedroom?"
Zacky blushed, eyeing Brian over before nodding reluctantly. It was too good to be true. This man really did just want him for the same reason the others did.
For sex. To take advantage of him until he couldn't sit up any longer.
Brian turned the lights out as he led Zacky back upstairs, his hips having a naturaly sexy sway to them.
Out of all the men, however, Brian was the nicest, so...maybe it wouldn't be too bad.
Getting into bed, the older man motioned for Zacky to cut the lights.
Zacky breathed shakily, flipping the lights off, making his way to the bed with trembling hands, waiting on Brian to begin orders on what position to get in.
However, nothing happened...Nothing was said.
A few seconds ticked by, and then Brian snaked his arms around Zacky and pulled him close, seeming to snuggle. "I don't want sex."