David slipped quickly into his clothes, licking his lips a bit, wishing he could find away to kiss Hugo now without embarrassing either of them. Before he could, Hugo laid a hand on his back and guided him gently to a door in the garage, leading him into a spacious kitchen, the kind designed for real cooks.
David was still tingling from his orgasm, and the sheer unabated joy of a perfect fuck. Hugo must have seen something cross his face becase the older man's voice was soft. "Everything alright?" he asked, hanging his coat up, holding out a hand for David's denim jacket.
Realizing he'd been 'caught out' David nodded. He couldn't tell Hugo that David would have gladly PAID ten grand for the fuck he just got. Maybe it was just because he'd gone so long without a really enjoyable evening. That had to be it, b ecause the other option was that there was 'something' between them, and men like Hugo Weaving, tender as he might be, never fell for street whores like him. That only happened in the movies.
"Do you want a drink?" Hugo asked, leading David into the livingroom. Hugo himself was still throbbing a bit form the power of their orgasm. It was one of the only times he'd come off right with his partner - lover or whore. When David nodded at a drink, and once Hugo got his preference, he poured them out and gestured to the couch, handing David his glass. "I'm probably being terribly invasive but … why do you do this?" he asked, gesturing at David and their situation. "You're obviously intelligent enough to get a good job." Something about David, that quiet, occasionally vulnerab le look, the sparking intelligence in those deep blue eyes, the casual way he carried himself … It all made Hugo want to know more about him, the man, his life, not just his sexual proclivities.
"Uhm … well … bit of a boring story, that," He really didn't want to bore Hugo, but he didn't want to brush off the question, either. "After I got out of school … the college I wanted wouldn't take me - I was too much of a troublemaker. So I started looking for work on my own. Since I had no "formal" education, and I was clearly a bit hungry for work, it was made clear what the price of a job was."
Hugo's eyebrow lifted a little. "What kind of work were you trying to get?" he asked, sipping his wine, licking a drop off his lip.
First the eyebrow, then the dart of pink tongue, David swallowed a little and snapped his eyes back to Hugo's eyes before he answered. "Acting. The casting couch isn't a myth … I was getting a few jobs, but nothing serious, really. Then I had a dry spell and decided to try and make some quick cash to cover my bills between auditions … I eventually started doing the math and I made more money just selling my body than blowing some bottom rung camera man - and everyone between him and the director - to get a shot at an audition. So I gave up acting all together. And … that's probably more than you ever wanted to know," David blushed to match his hair, realizing he probably had done just what he hadn't wanted to do - bored Hugo to tears.
"It's *exactly* what I wanted to know, David," Hugo reached over and tilted David's face up, caressing his cheek. "How long've you been doing this?" he asked.
David shrugged. "I stayed at acting for a few years, turned full time whore about twelve years ago. I had a scare about ten years ago with AIDS, but I came up clean, and have been clean ever since." David even kept is papers on him at all times in case someone wanted to check. "So what about you?" he asked, falling back on his professional skill - getting the john to talk.
"I have a lot of money. I was born with some, and I managed to make it into more, and more, and more. I have a certain luck with people, and I've made a few lucky deals. It could be said that I've never actually done a days work in my life. I can say I've never been on anyone's payroll, all my money is just profit from my other money. Despite how the house looks I don't actually spend a lot. My two indulgences are cars and men." Hugo emphasized men, his eyes sliding over David. "And I'll admit to a weakness for redheads. If I hadn't been … in the middle of something, I would have been over to snag you as soon as you walked in."
David listened, finding no clues as to who this man really was. David wasn't the type of prostitute who generally needed to keep a bead on high flying cooperate doings, but he was conversant on a wide range of subjects - a habit he'd never lost as an actor was absorbing everything that came his way to use for a role later on. Hugo was definitely Austrailian, that or a brilliant actor - he even moaned with an accent. And he wasn't connected - so far as David could tell - to any of the top twenty Australian mega-corps. Or to the few foreign companies who did heavy business in Australia. David did suspect that he was downplaying is income and his money. Odds were, he was the man *behind* a lot of the companies to which he wasn't directly connected. As far as the public was concerned, Hugo was nobody. Which is why he could afford to be seen in the back room of Chad's, getting his cock sucked by some kid who didn't look old enough to be in there in the first place. "Well, I'm glad you got that rich twat off me, thank you for that," he lifted his glass in toast to Hugo and sipped, purring at the smoothness of the liquer.
"Why did you agree to him, at any price? Your distaste seemed pretty obvious …" Hugo asked genly, still wanting to know more, enjoying their conversation.
"Best way to get rid of him, honestly. He was talking big about his daddy but his clothes gave him away. He has just enough money to make people think he's got more. If I'd jacked him up any higher, he wouldn't have been able to pay. So I figured best to get what cash I could, suck him off and get on with my evening." David was surprised at Hugo's questions, not the questions so much as that he was being asked to talk at all. Generally If his mouth was in use this much it was full of cock. He rather liked this, and found himself wondering how often Hugo frequented Chad's and if he could arrange to be there some other time for the other man to get him. The easy conversation was making David a little bold. "Can I ask why you were slumming it? I mean … you could prolly pay for anyone you wanted - higher class, not some cheap street whore." David wasn't disgusted by the term, it was what he was, and he wasn't ashamed of it. Yeah, he might wish he could be paid to act, not act to get paid, but cash was cash and he had a steady income.
"I could, and have. The problem is that I've learned over the years how much a whore gets paid doesn't always have a direct effect on how good they are. The high class escorts I use for dinner parties, functions where I need someone on my arm. And I get the sex after, but it's not intense. It's just like the conversation, skilled, trained, practiced - good enough to keep my interest but that's about all. Or just … mechanical. It's not intense."
"And street whores are intense?" David asked, shifting in his seat, wanting to display himself a little more for Hugo, his body now fully recovered from coming so hard.
"Not all of them, but the best, most intense fucks I've ever had were with someone I picked up at Chad's, or some place like it. It really depends on what I'm in the mood for. It's also quicker. I can walk into Chad's, and walk out twenty minutes later, well satisfied." Hugo was shifting as well, his eyes sliding over David's delicious body. "Or I can walk out with a whole night of satisfaction. Though admittedly, I seldom find someone who interests me that much," he purred.
"And I interest you enough for a night of satisfaction?" David purred, undulating subtly under Hugo's gaze, his legs spreading more. "Interesting enough that you sucked me of …" David watched carefully, his words emerging slowly, eyes keen on Hugo, checking that the other man was enjoying himself and what D avid was saying. "In the back alley … " he licked his lips.
"Yes," Hugo growled. "I was half tempted to fuck you against that wall," he continued. "But I wanted better for you," he admitted softly, though his voice still dripped sex. "I'll admit another thing I like about street whores," Was Hugo mistaken or were there a flare of arousal in David's eyes when he said that. Hugo sat up, leaning in closer. "That no escort in Australia will have …" his hands stroked David's thighs as Hugo moved closer. "There's a certain … dirtyness to it. An enjoyable kind." He rubbed David's cock through his jeans, making the youngr man moan.
"And you like men like me?" he asked, spreading his legs. "Dirty, low class whores?" he growled, wanting to reach for Hugo, to feel the man over him, inside him.
Once again, Hugo had lost himself in David and when he lunged forward to capture his mouth, David didn't have time to turn away. The kiss was deep, hungry, intense, two starving men trying to devour each other. Hugo settled himself over David, pressing the man back into the couch, hips settled against David's, the other man's legs spread around him. Hugo ended the kiss, nuzzling David's neck. "I shouldn't have done that," he whispered, even as his lips curled impishly. "I know whores doesn't kiss on the mouth." Yes, that was a definite whimper. "Do you like that?" Hugo whispered.
David hadn't wanted to block the kiss and he was glad for Hugo's feriocity so he didn't have to resit the instinct to turn away. The kiss left him breathless, and a little mindless as it dazed him, leaving him panting and hazy-eyed. His guards were down too, and once again he responded to something he'd trained himself not to, and gave an unmistakable whimper and arch of his hips when he was called a whore. It usally made him feel dirty - in a bad why - when people called him that, especially during sex, but something in the way Hugo did it. Hugo wasn't saying it to make David feel like shit, like many of them did, or to remind David of his position - as if he could forget, with some smelly cock jammed up his ass or down his throat. Hugo was doing it because David had let slip that he enjoyed it, when the other man called him that. "S-sometimes," he gasped out, realizing he'd been asked a question. He didn't elaborate, wondering if Hugo would question him further. The man might not play bdsm games, but he still had a very subtle, but irresistible way of commanding people - it's probably how he made his down-played fortune.
"Do you like it when I say it?" Hugo asked, pushing David's shirt up and off, his mouth sliding along David's collarbone, purrs and sighs of pleasure coming from his mouth.
"Yes!" David whimpered, knowing he was doomed. Thankfully the ten thou would keep him out of work for a while, David was already too invested in this night to be able to go back to whoring around in a day or two. He knew the longer he stayed the more it would hurt, but right now It felt *so* good, and the hurt after would make this so much sweeter. Hugo Weaving seemed naturally inclined - almost instinctively so - to push every single fucking button David had. And more to the point, he was finding them far too easily. David wondered if someone had tattooed the secrets to his psyche somewhere on his body that David hadn't yet found.
"Excellent," Hugo breathed against David's collarbone. He sat up again, moving up to kiss David once more, without the same desperation as earlier, but now almost lovingly, tender, but still passionate. David didn't even flutter an eyelash, and returned it in seconds, both arms sliding around David. Hugo ended the kiss with a nibble of David's cherubic, pouty bottom lip. "Based on some earlier discussion … I'm curious … do you enjoy being fisted?" he asked, curiousity in his dark blue eyes.
David hesitated a moment, wondering if he was getting in too deep. Fisting could be dangeros if done improperly. But David suspected that Hugo knew how to do it. He nodded, blushing just a bit. He was still breathless from the kiss. In his line of work, he got kissed so seldom, and even them it was hardely ever enjoyable, generally the drunken slobberings of some john. But Hugo … his tongue felt as good in David's mouth as his cock in David's ass.
Hugo purred. "Good … because I'd like to. If that's alright."
David was a little stunned -- hadn't he already agreed? And even Hugo's gentle questioning earlier didn't prepare himf or this. "It's very alright," he finally smiled, hoping HUgo would continue to be as gentle as he had been so far.
"Come with me, then," Hugo smiled, taking David's hand, leading him through the house up to one of the bedrooms.
