Unicorn Hair

I lower my body over the fat mess under me. I’m sick of him. I’m sick of his moans, sick of his hands running up and down my back, sick of his breath and his smell. I burry my head in the crock of his neck closing my eyes and moving my hips faster, wishing he would come and then just leave. I wanted him to leave the moment he appeared at my doors. I wished he wouldn’t fancy me as much as he did. I wished he would choose someone else not me, but no! He always chooses me over all the other guys in this House.
“Jesus, Alex!” he pushes out between his annoying moans, “you’re so…I’m so…” he can’t even finish his thought.
I sneak my hand between our bodies trying to find his dick under his fat stomach. I wrap my fingers around his length and his moans become louder, if that’s even possible. I pull my face into frown secretly hoping he won’t feel it against his neck, but according to his messy state right now he can’t feel anything that is higher than his dick.
“Jesus Christ, ALEX!!!!” he yells my name and I’m sure the whole House heard it. I let out a shaky breath and pull myself out of him.
“I love you, you know that?” he asks me, pulling my face up so he can look in to my eyes.
“Mhm…” I murmur before his dirty lips meet mine. Well, technically, my lips are dirtier than his, but that doesn’t matter at this moment. I break the kiss and send his way half smile, „You know you’re time is over.”
“I know, I just don’t want to leave you,” he whines. It’s so lame. He is around forty and he comes here to whine. I really want for him to leave. And as fast as possible, so I can clean myself up, have a drink and forget about him ‘till the next time. “I don’t want to go home. Meet my wife. Answer her questions – where I was, with who, why. It’s so annoying!” he looks at me apparently trying to pull out my puppy eyes look.
“You have to leave. You know what happens when Arnold gets angry.” I lean down to give him fast kiss. “Or you have forgotten this and want to see it again?” I tease him with a smile. He groans loudly, but pulls himself out of my bed. I turn my gaze away from him. I don’t need another look at his gross body. He gathers all his clothes, pulls them on and, before leaving my room, gives me the last wet kiss.
I sigh loudly before falling back to my bed. I hide my face into smelly pillows and dream about all those tasty, burning liquors downstairs. I’m free for the rest of the evening and, as long as I can remember, tomorrow is free too. That only means I can drink as much as I can get myself to drink. I turn around, now facing the white ceilings, and think. At first I really did enjoy this job, if you can call it that way. This was the only place where I was allowed to be who I am. This was the only place where I was accepted for being myself, but now…now I’m tired of this all. I’m tired of fucking all those guys. I’m tired of them fucking me. Sometimes I just want to run away, but I have no place to go. I have too bad reputation in this town and I don’t have enough money to leave the town. Of course I have money. I’m the guy who earns the most in this House, but that doesn’t mean I get all my money. Most of it goes to House. We need to buy food, drinks, new curtains, carpets, chairs and other usual stuffs so House takes half of our money to buy it all.
I get myself out of the bed, pull all the sheets off (I don’t want to spend another night in these smelly sheets) and bring them to bathroom together with my dirty clothes. I throw them in the corner of room and head to the bath. Quickly taking care of myself I found clean clothes, open the window and leave my room.
There’s pretty long hallway, my room is the last one. Almost. There is another room next to mine, but it’s empty, so I don’t count it. I head to the stairs and make my way down. Arnold is standing at his small table, wearing smart tuxedo. Like always.
Arnold is pretty old man, if you ask. He’s the one who brought me into the House and, despite all the things I need to do in here, I still think of him as my father. He is nice, he accepts us all for being who we are. I think he’s also like us even if he had never said that.
“Going to have yourself a party?” he smiles at me.
“Something like that.” I walk over to him and lean against his table, “Busy night?” I ask catching a look of bar through the open doors next to Arnold’s table.
“You can say that, but actually it’s our usual Friday night. But I guess you wouldn’t know that because you haven’t had a free Friday night in a while.” He smirks at me.
“Yeah, and you’re the one who took care of that.” I can’t hide sarcasm in my voice, but Arnold is used to that. He never takes me seriously.
Tall man walks in bringing in some cold wind with him. I glance over to him and, damn, I like what I see. Dark, almost black hair, big, dark brown eyes and those lips. I think I would even be okay to change my free night for him and those lips.
“Anyways, I think I might need some drink.” I say to Arnold, eyes still on the man.
I turn around and head to the bar, catching fast sight at his ass. Damn, I would definitely take that!
I order two drinks at once on the House. One good thing about this place is that we can drink and eat everything. House will pay for that, well, actually, we will pay because House takes our money but anyways.
I have my first drink without thinking. Nice, burning feeling filling my body. I missed this and I really needed this.
“Had a rough week, huh?” bartender comes to me with few empty glasses in his hands.
“Mhm…” I answer, starting on my second glass. “Like you would know that.”
“You get better money for that.” He smiles filling empty glasses with some liquor.
“True!” I lough at that, “But still, you have no idea how it is.”
“True, I don’t know, but you can get more dudes in your bed than I can in my whole life!” he says giving filled glasses to some waitress, who walks away with them.
“Give me few more of these.” I motion to my empty glasses, starting to feel myself get dizzy.
“You sure? You know these are strong and you already had two.” He looks at me with worried look in his eyes, “I can get you something lighter.”
“I’m sure about that! Fill me these glasses or I will go over there and do this by myself! You know I have all rights to do that!”
“Okay, okay. Don’t start a fight with me. I just wanted to make sure you know what you’re doing.” He takes empty glasses from me and start filling them.
“Hey, Alex?” some waitress taps my shoulder.
“What?” I take one refilled glass from bartender and turn around to face waitress.
“Arnold calls you and better don’t make him wait.” She says with worried tone in her voice pointing to my other refilled glass. I finish my glass and, grabbing my other glass, make my way out of the bar and to Arnold’s little table. I spot the same man sitting in one of the chairs, looking around and a little bit lost. I’m not sure if that’s alcohol, but he looks hot. So hot that I would ride him right here, right in front of Arnold. I would only need to finish my last drink, then I would do that in front of Arnold.
“Can’t a man have normal Friday night?” I turn to Arnold.
“Not if someone is paying for you to have Not normal Friday night.” He points his finger to hot-looking man.
“Arnold, I’m too drunk for this.” I feel sudden fears rushing through my veins. I have never felt fears from clients. Well, okay, I was scared with my first client, but that’s different story. I had just dreamt about riding him right here, but now when I really need to do this I’m scared of him? Pull yourself together, Alex! – I slap myself in my mind.
“Not if you stop right now.” He grabs my half empty glass from my hands and motions for man to come over. He stands up and takes few steps to table, “Alex, this is Jack.”
I look him in the eyes and I’m ready to die. They’re too beautiful to be real.
“Alex, you know what to do. You have hour and half.” With those words said, I’m into my character. I grab Jacks hand, intertwining our fingers and drag him to stairs.
I can feel him staring at my ass so I can’t keep my mouth shut, “Like what you see?”
“You have no idea.” He answers quietly.
Jesus, his voice is even more perfect than the rest of him. No, he must be more perfect under those clothes. I run my thumb over his soft skin while dragging him to my room.
When we reach my room I push the doors open and pull Jack in the room with me. I close the doors and pull him to bed where I motion for him to sit down.
“Sorry, for the mess here.” I crawl over him and whisper in his ear, “I wasn’t expecting any visitors.” I kiss his jaw. I feel his hands grabbing on my hips and I push myself down on him, feeling him already half hard. A small groan escapes his lips and I can’t help myself to moan quietly in his neck.

Notes

this is my first fiction ever so I really wanna know what you think. hope you like it and...yeah...i don't know what to say ;D
oh, and I'm really sorry if there's something wrong with grammar *shame on me*