#hooker!au

Aaron is a successful lawyer, just divorced his husband Jonathan Bellamy who he loved dearly, but Jonathan could never deal with Aaron being away for weeks or months at a time

Alex is brilliant and got into Law School after college, but was never quite able to pay the tuition fee with legal jobs

When Aaron meets Alex he’s frustrated, tired, he can’t drive his fucking car and Alex is quick-witted, funny, he’s beautiful, so Aaron thinks to himself “fuck it” and takes him to his room

Aaron would have probably worked through the night, occasionally glancing at Alex who was wearing ridiculously short boyshorts and a crop top and lying in front of the TV, but at some time Alex comes over and offers him a blowjob and who the hell could say no to that mouth

The next morning Aaron decides to hire Alex as an escort for the week, and Alex is totally on board, including the whole “I would have stayed for 2000 “ – “And I would have payed 4000” scene

Aaron hands Alex his credit card and Alex goes shopping, he’s so pissed at those saleswomen sending him away and treating him like shit

When Aaron comes back to the hotel and sees Alex in a black suit, jacket showing off his broad shoulders and narrow hips he has to take a deep breath, he takes Alex to dinner and he hates how that asshole Jefferson keeps staring at Alex

Aaron’s case is a divorce, he’s defending the wife and Jefferson the husband, they meet for dinner to try and find a compromise and to exactly no one’s surprise it doesn’t work out

 Instead of singing Aaron hears Alex rapping in the shower, he loves it and thinks it’s cute but he doesn’t confront Alex about it

Alex goes shopping again and walks back to the store from yesterday and trashes those ladies Hamilton-style

Aaron is about to lose his case to Jefferson when Alex swoops in, points out some law Aaron overlooked or isn’t commonly used and Aaron is like “Omg you are brilliant this is awesome”

They actually kiss for the first time and have amazing sex

Aaron wins the case, he offers to pay Alex’s tuition for the rest of his studies and Alex objects at first, then they agree that it’ll be a credit so Alex has to pay it back later

Alex accepts that and goes to finish Law School and he and Aaron eventually work together

Flint’s skin is damp and salt-sweet under his mouth. Silver presses another kiss on his inner thigh and then another. It’s slow, and methodical, kissing his way up the curve of Flint’s thigh.

“This is very sweet,” Flint’s voice is anything but amused, “but hardly the sort of talent I expected from you.”

“Just because you don’t appreciate a good kiss doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have it.” Silver says, dropping a kiss on his other thigh without looking up.

When Flint remains silent, Silver looks up then. The man’s just gazing at him with a puzzled furrow in his brow like he can’t make sense of Silver. Silver’s intimately familiar with that look. It usually comes right before someone gives up trying to figure him out and instead just beats the shit out of him.

Flint’s hand settles on his jaw, gripping him not ungently, but still forcefully enough so he can look more fully into Silver’s eyes. “What did you mean by that?”

(...on a scar)

525.

“They’re good reminders,” Clint says, his hand wound into Bucky’s hair and scratching idly. Bucky makes a softly enquiring noise but doesn’t stop his mouth moving, gently dragging over the puckered skin on Clint’s shoulders, his thumbs brushing against the matching scars on his back. 

“They were from my teacher,” Clint says, answering Bucky’s unspoken question, they way he always does. Bucky would like to think it’s ‘cos Clint knows him well enough to infer; he suspects it’s just ‘cos Clint’s a talker and he’s running low on people to talk to. Clint’s voice is low and kinda dreamy, doesn’t match the subject matter at all, and Bucky runs his tongue across discolored skin and takes the soft grunt as his due. 

“He was an asshole and a genius and he taught me everything I know,” Clint says. “He taught me to shoot and then he left me to die, which is a pretty good reflection of every significant relationship in my life.” 

“Marks?” Bucky says, and Clint tightens his hand a little in his hair. Bucky’s quiet groan ain’t even acting. 

“Sure,” he says, and Bucky moves up so he can go for Clint’s neck. Make it somewhere visible. 

“Reminders of what, then?” Bucky asks, and Clint starts to answer and then bites back a hiss, arching his back and pressing his hips up against Bucky as he sucks and nibbles and bruises Clint’s neck. 

“Trusting people never works out right,” Clint says, and then he hauls Bucky up and sets to distracting him, disordering him, setting him all backwards and breaking all his goddamn rules. 

“You saying,” Bucky asks, in the sweat and warmth and darkness of after, “you sayin’ you don’t trust me?” 

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: One Direction (Band) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Harry Styles, Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson, Eleanor Calder/Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson, Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles, past Caroline Flack/Harry Styles Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Niall Horan, Nick Grimshaw, Eleanor Calder, Niall Breslin, Rebecca Ferguson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Escort Service, POV Multiple, Unhealthy Relationships, Slow Burn, Non-Graphic Violence, Drug Use Summary:

Zayn Malik has nothing.

Louis doesn't have much other than his van, his friends Liam and Eleanor (most of the time), and a wall that keeps him at a safe distance from everyone in his life; from the moment they meet, Zayn finds himself depending on Louis's kindness, if you could even call it that. As Zayn learns what it is Louis does for money, he realizes he has a choice to make. The path it sets him down might not be the best one -- it's certainly not the smartest or safest -- but it does bring him closer to Louis. And, eventually, Liam, who wants more for all of them, not that anyone wants to hear it. The rift it causes in the trio has long-lasting effects over the years, and while there are bright spots in Zayn’s life: Liam's old friend Harry, who has his own lessons to learn about how love and relationships really work; Niall, the Irish busker from down the street who rapidly becomes a fixture in Harry's life; a bed in a flat instead of a nest of blankets in a van, things are far from easy. It'll all work out in the end, though. (At least, that's what Liam and Harry keep promising him.)

“Well, that really depends on what kind of good time you’re hoping for,” Dean said, smirking as he looked the other man over. “And how much cash you’ve got in your pockets. I can help you out, but you gotta make it worth my time, sugar.”

@zamorozhennyye

Amelia wanted to try her best to make this special for James. After all, he'd done so much for her and made her so happy, she simply wanted to make him smile on his birthday.

They had lunch at the dog park with Bucky, and she surprised him with a ring that a wolf head on it when she asked James to retrieve Bucky's favorite chew toy from the doggie bag.

Johnny and Vanessa puppy-sat Bucky so Amelia could take him out for a nice dinner, and then to a 1940's styled club that was hosting a mini-concert by a band doing well performed covers of Frank Sinatra songs. Once they were back home, there was a small, homemade chocolate cake for them to split, and she got James a new leather jacket. She told him she had to go clean up the dishes in the kitchen from the cake promising to join him for a movie.

“Depends what you want, sugar. $50 for a date, $150 for a blowjob, and $300 if you wanna fuck me. You need paperwork if you’re hoping to go bareback.”

@zamorozhennyye: “If that’s what you wanna do, then that’s what we’re gonna do, babe.” James smiled widely, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to tug her close, lips pressing against Amelia’s hair. Picking up the remote control, he started flicking through the channels until they ended up on some romantic comedy he didn’t particularly like - but Amelia might.

Amelia snuggled up close to him, draping one of her arms across his stomach, shutting her eyes as she nuzzled his chest. It’d been a long day, and honestly, she just wanted to rest with him. She mumbled a ‘thank you’ into his shirt, relaxing in his hold. She didn’t even care what movie they did watch, so long as she was-- Her eyes opened when she heard a very obnoxious giggle from a woman on the TV.