You doing Threesomes?

Nick shouldn't be out here. Okay, he should because the rent was due in four days and in the jar on the upper shelf only was Aiden's part of the rent so far and their landlord just waited for a reason to throw them out. Hadn't been pleased when he'd found out that the two young men sharing the apartment were a) gay and b) hookers. The only way for Nick to sink lower in Mr. Douchebag's opinion would to actually become Aiden's boyfriend.

Working the streets wasn't fun in good weather but it was even less fun in the brisk September air and on top of that a drizzling rain had started half an hour ago. Nick clasped his arms around his torso in the hope to keep some warmth in his body. The plain white t-shirt didn't help against the wind and wet it even got worse. Stomping his feet he looked around to find just a few other lonely losers desperation had drawn out this night. Whoever could afford it stayed at home but Nick couldn't afford it.

So when the headlights of a car appeared at the end of the street and made their way slowly down his way, past the other hookers who presented themselves, Nick plastered a smile on his face and pushed out his chest like he was on a wet t-shirt contest and not developing pneumonia any second now.

The car didn't stop for anybody and now Nick could make out more of it, big and black it screamed Bad Guy. Nick smiled to himself. Probably some teenager who desperately tried to be bad-ass. It happened. The last one had been there on a dare. Couldn't even say the word "blowjob" without blushing.

A deep rumble filled the air and then the black beast stopped right next to him and Nick leaned forward to the passenger side window. Okay, not a teenager on a dare, this guy really was bad-ass.

Doing this job for a while now Nick had learned the basic rule to survive on the streets. When a car stopped he had about a minute, give or take, to decide if he wanted to get in the car or not. With the wrong guy really bad things could happen. The tricky question he had to answer in that short minute was: Is this the wrong guy?

At first glance the man behind the wheel looked like the wrong guy. Around thirty, leather jacket and a shit-eating grin on his face. He openly sized Nick up and the way he sucked in his bottom lip he liked what he saw. Like a predator.

"What's on the menu?" He asked with a whiskey-rough voice that made Nick shiver and not from the cold.

"Whatever you want." Casually Nick rested his forearms on the window frame. "As long as you can pay."

He rattled off his prizes and silently hoped that this guy wanted more than a quick blowjob in a back alley. That would only get him fed for a day or two, he was too cold and hungry to laugh about the pun intended, and if he didn't get some cash soon he'd lose his place to sleep as well.

"I can pay." The man shifted and fished something out of his jacket, a wad of worn bank notes with a rubber band wrap around them.

Nick licked his lips. "What do you want?"

"The whole menu, the whole night."

Okay, wrong guy or not, there was no way Nick wouldn't get in the car. Sometimes you have to take a risk, right?

"You pay for the room and we have a deal."

"Awesome." The man leaned over and the passenger side door swung open. Nick slid in the seat and instantly soaked in the warmth of the car. Getting out of the cold and the rain alone was totally worth it.

The guy studied him for a second longer and didn't start the car just yet.

"One last question." The man said and Nick wondered what kink he had. For the right prize he'd do almost everything.

"Yeah?"

"You doing threesomes?"

Nick had never done a threesome before, that only doubled the wrong guy risk. For a second he was about to bolt from the car but he needed the money.

"Sure." He uncramped his fingers, forced them to lay relaxed in his lap. "But that costs extra."

Something in his voice must have given him away because the man turned towards him.

"If that's not your thing, that's okay." He said with just a hint of disappointment. "I'll find somebody else." He waved at the nearly empty street and the few hookers he'd passed by earlier. Nick was his first and probably only choice, that much was clear.

Making up his mind Nick caught the man's hand mid-air and brought it to his lips. Looking him in the eye he ghosted a kiss on the tips of the fingers.

"You got a room?" Nick asked in a well-practiced husky voice. It didn't take much afford, though. Seeing him up close the man was gorgeous. Full lips, bright eyes and a face like a Greek god. As far as Nick could tell in the poor light of the car the man had a well build body, too.

"Yeah, we already have a room." A childlike grin spread over his face, lightened it up. With a purr the engine came to life.

There were a few places near by frequently used by the hookers, rooms rented by the hour with no questions asked but the man turned the car in the other direction. They drove in silence for several minutes but with every mile the anxiety in Nick grew. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

"Where is your room?" He finally asked when they reached the outskirts of the town.

"It's a bit outside." The man stated the obvious. This was a really bad idea, Nick decided. "The Trucker's Inn?"

Nick knew that place. Like the not very imaginative name hinted it was a place mostly frequented by truckers passing through.

"You're not from here?"

"No, me and my …" There was a short pause. "... boyfriend, we're just passing through. Don't worry, I'll take you back to town in the morning."

"Okay." Nick nodded and breathed a little easier. Despite the bad-ass attitude this man didn't trigger any wrong guy bells. Yet.

They reached the inn and the car stopped at the far end of the building. There was light behind the windows of the last room but the next three rooms were dark. Nick doubted that anybody would hear or care about what would happen back here.

"You got a name?" The man asked into the silence of the car.

"What?" Nick blinked at him not sure what the question was.

"I don't want to call you boy or something like that all night." The man grinned at him. "So give me a name or I'll dub you Cornelius."

"Nick." He swallowed thickly. "Just call me Nick." It was an enough run-of-the-mill name to be safe.

"Okay, Nick it is." He clicked his tongue. "I'm Dean. Let's get inside, Sam's waiting." With that he got out of the car and Nick followed him. Now he noticed how tall Dean actually was, sitting it hadn't been that obvious, and yes, he was well build. Nick did like what he saw but it pitched the anxiety up again. This man could overpower him easily if he wanted to.

In his mind Nick tried to picture the boyfriend. He was probably the complete opposite of Dean, smaller, with softer features, maybe even the flamboyant kind. It was cliché, Nick knew that, but clichés didn't come out of nowhere, right?

"Dean?" A voice greeted them as soon as Dean opened the door. "Where have you been, man? Getting me all horny with that text messages and then you're not here. What the hell?"

Nick followed Dean inside but stopped short when he saw the other man. He was sitting on the big double bed but stood up when he spotted Nick. And he stood up and up and up. He was even taller than Dean. And broader around the shoulders.

"Sam, this is Nick." Dean introduced him. "Thought we could spice things up a little bit."

At first Sam looked confused. Then his gaze darkened and he really looked at Nick, taking him in from head to toe, and an almost feral grin spread on his face.

"I like the way you're thinking."

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