never fall in love with a hustler;

          “It’s alright. You’re always welcome…I mean, if you want to be,” Sam grinned, allowing his heart to to flutter just a little bit as Andy took his hands. Of course, with each word out of Andy’s mouth he found it harder and harder to keep his feelings in check. “What do you mean?” he asked. His voice was shaky, giving away his nerves and the pounding of his heart. “I’ve only ever been different in a bad way,” he added under his breath, unable to look Andy in the eyes as he did.

          “Yeah, I know,” Sam replied softly. It was the only way to keep the nerves out of his throat. He couldn’t say he was jealous, not exactly, but the man couldn’t help the surge of insecurity. Maybe he was reading too much into things, and he was just another client, but Andy’s words eased some of his fears. “I missed you too,” he nodded. “Feel free t’make yourself at home. I’m just gonna find somewhere for these flowers.”

         Andy smiled at Sam’s invitation, taking off his leather jacket and hanging it by the door. He sat down on the couch and sighed, leaning back against it. “Thanks for havin’ me, even though I kinda invited myself,” he chuckled. Once Sam had come back in and sat down, Andy spoke again with a soft voice, taking the other’s hand in his. “I been missin’ this... us... it’s different with you, y’know?”

💩 …someone my muse dislikes, but admires.

          He hadn’t been expecting company, the knock on the door rousing him from his half asleep state on the bed. For half a second he was suspicious, wondering who would want to see him, but in the end his curiosity got the better of him. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he got up and answered the door. When he saw Andy standing there, not just standing there but with flowers, his whole expression lit up. “Well, hello to you too,” he grinned, taking the flowers and gesturing for him to come inside. “I’m good, a bit surprised but good. You’re a pleasant surprise at least.”

         Stepping inside, Andy smiled from ear to ear. “I woulda called, but Murray’s phone line got cut the other day and he ain’t got it fixed yet. I know I been workin’ a lot lately and I’m sorry... gotta pay the bills somehow, y’know?” he said with a sad smile now sketched on his lips. “Missed you,” he added, eyes searching Sam’s.

Andy’s eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the light was almost painful. He groaned involuntarily and tried to figure out where he was and what the hell happened. Looking around the... playroom???  he decided that he had NO clue where he was and suddenly, vague images of a handsome man filled his mind. He was fairly certain he’d been drugged with something... or maybe hit in the back of the head. 

Raising a hand, he checked to find dried blood there. He grunted in pain when he hit the spot with his fingers and he tried to sit up. He was still fully clothed, which was strange in his line of work, honestly. He REALLY could use a cigarette right about now, but his jacket was nowhere to be found. He cleared his throat, but his voice was still raspy from hours of unuse, “Hello?”