Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]
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				Title: <strong>Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 12:58:25</strong>
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				God, but the streets were dirty. It was a good thing that he'd been promoted to one of the best boys in the club - it meant that he didn't have to stand on the street corner in itty-bitty shorts and beckon men inside with a coy smile and a flick of his hips anymore. Those days were behind him. No, he had the honor, the privilege...of a large bed with rumpled sheets and and tiny room in which it fit. He had his own bathroom, a tiny little room with a shower in the corner and a stink and toilet, and a dresser that held some clothes but mostly costumes. <br><br>Scoffing at this percieved 'honor', Robin, billed as 'cute tight Robbie', sat on the edge of the bed. He got up a few minute later and smoothed out the sheets, making it up once again, waiting until his last client came before he changed the sheets. <br><br>The headboard was nice, at least, a good thick wood headboard. It was marred by a few hooks where his hands could be cuffed and then restrained, a bit battle-scarred, but nice enough. The comforter was a thick, dark red, made of crushed velvet. It was supposed to invoke luxury but the neon lights pouring in and painting the cracks in the walls yellow and purple and a horrible dayglo pink ruined it. <br><br>There were no pictures on the walls, and the chair in the corner had a bathroom draped over it, though the room itself was quite clean. He looked at himself in the floor-to ceiling mirror, watching himself. <br><br>He looked younger than the seventeen that he was, with wide eyes that were a startling shade of green, flecked through with gold. His lashes were dark and thick, framing the eyes beautifully, hair inky, inky black. The boss had made him grow it out past his shoulders, so men could grab at it, pull his head back and ride him.<br><br>The boss liked to call his hair his 'reins'. <br><br>He was pale, slim, and would probably never grow past five foot five. His legs were long, though, body well-proportioned, cheekbones high and exotic and lips full, the soft cupids bow that so many girls wanted. He frowned and stood up, pulling his robe about him, lighting a cigarette. <br><br>His eighteenth birthday was coming up, and he was already booked for the night by regular clients. His last one had just left - an overweight, earnest man, one who loved to tell Robbie how much he adored him and wished he was his son. Robbie hated the man - he scared him - but the pay was good and his boss always gave him a bit of heroin or cocaine or whatever he had on him as a reward afterwards. <br><br>He didn't need it now, though, so instead dropped the robe once more, tugged on a pair of tight, ripped blue jeans, showing more skin than they hid, and a white tank-top. He left his dark hair free, heading to the front where he knew the manager would be manning the bar and checking people in. He headed down to the counter that served as both bar and welcoming or reception area, and smiled faintly, though it never reached his cold eyes, the exhaustion clear on his slim face. "Can I have a few shots of vodka?"<br><br>It was well known that Robbie was the boss' favorite, and rumors abounded that the boy had never done drugs until the boss started him on them, to make sure he'd never leave. Robbie rarely got to sleep - late nights and early mornings were spent with the boss - and the days and nights were mostly spent with clients. Mid-day was his respite, but now, he had a rare break between clients that he was choosing to spend at the bar instead of in bed, too disgusted with himself to sleep right now. He wondered if anyone else would come down and join him at the bar. Most boys tended to recuperate here after hard or disgusting clients.<br><br>He took the shots and then sat back, waiting for his next client to come in, putting out the cigarette and sucking on a breath mint for a few seconds, putting on some cherry chapstick so that he would taste fresh and clean for whoever he was supposed to be servicing next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>06-07-2009, 19:08:41</strong>
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				Danny sat in his car, a black hummer. His hands were gripping the wheel tight enough that his hands turned white. He could see the building up ahead, the one some of the guys at the base had told him about. He was really there on a dare. He had never done anything like this before. He had never needed to, but lately he found himself alone more and more. He had been in service for two&nbsp; years and it seemed every decent person he met had such a problem with&nbsp; his job they didn't even want to try with him. He quirked one high arched brow, determination taking his face of twenty years. <br><br>Slowly, Danny got out of the hummer and shut the door. He smoothed his sweaty palms down on his jeans, then reached up and tucked his dog tags under his shirt. He put his keys in his pocket and raked a hand through his short auburn hair. <br><br>Danny was a tall man with a slender build, approximately six foot. His face was rather fair and he was often teased for it by the guys on his base. His eyes were unique for is Asian race, a brilliant ocean blue. He had a strong jaw that matched an even stronger and even stubborn personality. <br><br>Taking a deep breath to relieve his anxiety, Danny walked toward the building. <br><br>At the door, he paused. Did he really want to do this? He wasn't sure. It went against most of the things he stood for. He took another deep breath, “Well here goes...” The truth was, he couldn't go back and tell the guys he chickened out. He would be a laughing stock. Danny's eyes shifted around the entrance slowly, taking in a feel for his surroundings and locating each exit should he suddenly decide this was not for him. After all, he was jumpier than a one legged man in a potato sack race.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 11:31:51</strong>
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				Jim, the man behind the bar, saw Danny come in. He gave him a critical once-over then made a gesture at Robbie with his hand. The young man knocked back another shot of vodka without looking at Danny and then got up, steadied himself, and walked over to Danny. His walk was quick and efficient as though he had done this a thousand times before. <br><br>"What can I do for you? Prices depend on what you want." <br><br>Robbie didn't look legal. With those big doe-eyes and the slim frame, he looked like he should be in highschool and studying hard, not offering his body up in one of the more lucrative whorehouses in the city. <br><br>"It's fifty for you to fuck me, thirty for a blow, and bondage costs more depending on what you want to do. Oh, and spanking and marking...biting and stuff...is fifteen a mark. Including bruises." <br><br>Robbie looked Danny up and down a smirked a bit.<br><br>"Why so nervous, G.I. Joe?" He figured the other man was in the army from the musculature and thehair-cut, as well as the stiff walk and the dogtags that he could see just under his shirt...the man's clear edginess didn't help hide it, either, at all. <br><br>Robbie's eyes were soft and not entirely focused, as though it was typical for him to drink before a client, mostly wanting to forget what he was doing. He was slim, too, easily knocked around. Delicate by any stretch of the imagination. One could only imagine the things he had said and done being closed doors. "The rooms are private, of course." Robbie added it as an afterthought. "So...what do you want me to do? Unless you don't want me. But they you have to wait, 'cause the other boys are busy now. I'm top-ranking anyway, so you won't get better."
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 18:45:42</strong>
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				Danny looked the younger male over slowly. He couldn't deny that he was attractive, but he was so young. Then, his attractiveness went away with the words that came out of his mouth. In fact, the whole situation was just a bit much. They guys hadn't told him anything about minors working there. His stomach was doing flip flops. <br><br>“I've never done anything like this before.” He sighed, reaching his hand to the back of his head. He was taking steps for the door before he even realized it. He just did not feel comfortable. Perhaps it was just the fact that he hadn't ever done this before. Honestly, he was wondering if he really had stooped so low that he would consider to pay money to have sex. “I think I've made a mistake coming here...”<br><br>Danny glanced Robbie over once more and then turned his back to him, deciding the best thing for him to do was just go home.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 07:50:36</strong>
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				Ah, so that was the type...the nervous ones new to the prostitution crawl. Robbie reached forwards and caught his hand. Robbie's hand was soft and small and ever so warm as though he was running a faint fever but hadn't had the time to rest it off. "Don't go," he said softly. <br><br>He tugged gently on the hand to try and get the man to take a step towards the staircase where he could lead him up to his bedroom, "Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with coming here."<br><br>He tugged, trying to get the man to turn around, a bit anxious.<br><br>He had to fill a quota tonight. If he didn't get at least one more client, his boss would be furious, and he'd have to somehow make the money up another way on top of the physical favors he already did for his boss. <br><br>"C'mon. We don't have to do anything weird." Robbie offered the last sentence, trying to be helpful, tilting his head to the side. His slim frame had a few bruises blossoming under the edge of his hair near his jawline, where it looked like someone had boxed him at the side of the head, though his dark hair almost hid them on his pale skin in shadow. <br><br>He tugged once more, gently, experimentally.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 08:08:37</strong>
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				Danny stopped when Robbie reached out and snagged his hand. He shook his head, but found himself some how being drawn toward the stairs. There was something about him. <br><br>"I don't know..." He followed Robbie, rather anxious himself. He really didn't know if he should be there.<br><br>Danny looked around and then turned his blue eyes to Robbie as he appeared to make an attempt at making him feel better. <br><br>Unfortunately, he didn't feel better at all. He followed him anyway. If worse came to worse, he could always still leave.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 08:15:31</strong>
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				Robbie led him up a set of rickety old stairs, over ripped and cheap carpeting, into the seedy bedroom with the large, velvet-covered bed. There were no photographs, nothing to make it personal, nothing to make it, really...a bedroom. "This is my room," he said quietly as he shut the door behind them, pushing Danny gently into the room in front of him and then leaning against the door. He was hoping that, maybe, the other man would have sex and pay well. He looked inexperienced. <br><br>"So, what did you come here for? Sex? A blowjob?"<br><br>Robbie's voice had a sort of hollow tone that made it clear the words were coming out but he wasn't really thinking about them, that they were more rehearsed than anything else. A sort of mechanical recording of everything that he was saying. <br><br>Robbie was exhausted, so very tired, but he had to meet the quota.<br><br>Danny seemed fairly new to this, though, which meant that he could probably milk a decent amount of money out of him with fairly minimal effort. That was what he planned on doing, at least. Get all the money out of him that he could. 
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 08:35:27</strong>
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				The room was depressing. The whole place was depressing really. He raised a brow down at Robbie as he leaned back against the door looking at him. That hallow tone did nothing for him. He looked like he was about ready to drop anyway. <br><br>Looking down at him, Danny saw it. He was desperate to have Danny there. Danny reached in to his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. Plucking out a one hundred dollar bill, he offered it to Robbie. "You obviously need this more than I do...Kid."<br><br>He looked him over and frowned, "You really don't look like you are in much of a condition to go hitting those sheets again anyway..."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 08:53:12</strong>
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				"I don't take charity," Robbie said coldly, but his voice was tired and his eyes never left the hundred dollar bill, wondering if, just maybe, he could take it this once. Not actually do his job. He'd get to sleep and forget about what he did for another few hours before the boss called him, and had him warm the much nicer sheets in the boss' private bedroom.<br><br>"Don't know what you mean. I'm in a fine condition." Robbie frowned, taking a step towards the hundred dollar bill, then turned and headed towards the window instead, looking out at the busy street and down at the Hummer.<br><br>"Nice car," he murmured quietly, looking back at the hundred dollar bill.<br><br>"What, you didn't come here for sex? What're you doing in the red-light district then? No one comes here to talk." <br><br>Robbie finally stalked forwards and took the hundred dollar bill, glowering, stuffing it into a little box on the nightstand that also held a cracked digital clock. The box had the day's earnings - two other hundred dollar bills, a few fifties, and a handful of twenties that were rumpled and torn as though they had been saved up for a while before coming to this bedroom. <br><br>He shut the box again, possessively, pushing it back into it's little corner and arranging it so it was carefully straight.<br><br>That single motion revealed that, indeed, this was Robbie's room. He cared how it looked. He had no photos or textbooks or any objects of his own, but this was indeed his room.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 09:13:37</strong>
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				Danny shoved his hands in his pockets. He studied Robbie's movements a moment. Robbie was rather posessive of that little box. He also seemed to like what he did have to be neat. He walked behind him, "So, it won't be charity." He rested a hand on his shoulder.<br><br>"But don't talk to me like I'm just one of your usual customers. I won't stand for it." He turned him around by his shoulder, "I won't spend my time or my money on a little robot." His hand slid to Robbie's chin. He tilted his head up to make him look at him, "Okay?"<br><br>His expression and tone took a severe seriousness, "Otherwise I walk and I don't come back."<br><br>Danny dropped his hand and backed up. When he touched the bed, he sat down. It was up to Robbie, what he wanted to do.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 09:18:19</strong>
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				"Doesn't matter if you go. I have other customers." Robbie added it rather petulantly, large green eyes glaring up at the other man, but the anger stemmed more from confusion than anything else. <br><br>"How do you want me to talk to you, then?" Now Robbie's voice was a bit more uncertain. <br><br>He stood there, hands loose, in front of Danny. <br><br>He didn't really know what to do with a customer like this, "Do you...do you want sex?"<br><br>He tilted his head slightly, biting his bottom lip, trying to think of what he was supposed to do with a client that wasn't telling him what he wanted. "You need to help me figure out what you want. I'm not a mind reader."<br><br>Though his words were unfriendly, his tone was a bit kinder, clearly more confused than anything else. <br><br>He took a few steps forwards, running his hands down Danny's chest, "We can have sex, though, right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 09:36:43</strong>
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				Danny tossed his wallet over on Robbie's dresser. He nodded, "I'm sure you do, but I am going to bet you don't have any who would be as generous as me." <br><br>He smiled when Robbie seemed to become very confused. He had obviously never had anyone just be nice to him before. "Talk to me with respect." He gripped Robbie's hand when he started to caress his chest.<br><br>He raised Robbie's hand to his lips. He kissed his palm and looked at him, "Maybe. Do you want to have sex with me?" He tilted his head, "Do you find me attractive Robbie? Be honest." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 09:43:54</strong>
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				Robbie watched the other man with narrowed eyes, trying to figure out if this was some sort of odd, strange trick. "Alright..." his voice was soft and uncertain and he watched as his palm was raised, and kissed, a motion that was intimate and sweet and made him decidedly uncomfortable. Bringing emotions into the bedroom was always a bad idea. <br><br>"I guess I do," Robbie said, shrugging, "I don't know. You're attractive. I don't ever really <em>want</em> to have sex," he admitted, slowly, "I just...have it, and then I enjoy it, sometimes."<br><br>He watched Danny curiously without understand him in the least. <br><br>"You're attractive enough to have sex with." Robbie had never been seduced and had never really wanted sex...he just had so much of it that he could barely tell his own desire from his clients'. <br><br>"I guess, yeah. I wanna have sex with you." <br><br>His dark hair slid forwards, hiding the bruises along his left ear and jawline, eyes heavy with lack of sleep, tilting his head to one side, eyes a bit blurry from the liquor he had imbued just before meeting with him. <br><br>"Do you want to have sex with me?"
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>08-07-2009, 18:50:55</strong>
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				Danny looked at him doubtfully and released Robbie's hands. "I don't think you do, but that is okay." He nodded his yeah, "That is why I came. Of course, it wasn't really my idea. Some guys I work with goated me to do it. Like I said before, I've never come to a place like this before." He sighed, "I've never needed to, but my work doesn't leave a lot of time for much of anything." <br><br>He frowned, "You couldn't be any older than sixteen or seventeen. Why are you here? You should be in school. You certainly shouldn't be drinking." 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 09:40:32</strong>
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				"Don't lecture me." Robbie's response was immediate and fierce, "You can't tell me where I need to be," he softened, though, a few second slater. "Sorry. I just...don't like when people try to tell me what to do, nowadays. I earn my keep, alright? This is a much better place than where I came from. I don't want to talk about it. And I like drinking...I don't see any reason why I can't do it."<br><br>He frowned, then, a bit harder, "I'm almost eighteen, anyways. Turning eighteen in a bit." Robbie looked out the window, "I never really needed school. Never saw the point. Doesn't teach you anything useful."<br><br>He frowned and then shrugged once more, looking uncomfortable.<br><br>"What do you do for a job?"<br><br>He was seeking, hoping, to change the topic of the conversation from his own life to the other man's own.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>09-07-2009, 15:16:04</strong>
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				Danny's eyes hardened at the harsh response. His eyes didn't soften when Robbie did. Then came the question. He raised a brow at him, "I don't want to talk anymore." Everything that came out of his mouth seemed to upset Robbie. It wasn't what he had meant to do, but he had. Now, Danny was on edge. <br><br>"Maybe you should just blow me and get it over with." His tone was harsh. He had no intention of talking about his job or anything else for that matter with Robbie anymore. There seemed to be no point. He was obviously quite happy in his little whole in a wall and chose to be there.<br><br>Any tender emotion he may have had for the younger male was gone in seconds. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 07:21:23</strong>
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				"Fine," Robbie said as he got down on his knees, willing himself not to get upset. There was no reason to let this man waltz in, tell him what a hellhole this sort of life was for a teenager, and then get him upset. The other man certainly wasn't going to be able to save him. He had had so many men promise to help him only to back out.<br><br>Granted, Danny probably didn't know that, but still...he wasn't going to let the other man get to him. He refused to let the other man break through the walls he had put up so carefully. <br><br>Robbie's fingers reached out as his knees hit the floor.<br><br>He began expertly undoing Danny's pants, eyes on what was about to be his mouthful, face carefully blank so he wouldn't show the upset that he was feeling. He felt almost nauseous.<br><br>He hated clients who made him...feel.<br><br>The clients who made him remember just how shitty the life he was leading really was.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>10-07-2009, 21:21:44</strong>
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				Danny looked down at Robbie. He really wasn't in the mood now, but he didn't say anything. He could feel the tension coming off of Robbie.&nbsp; <br><br>Danny just wanted to go get a drink and forget all about this terrible night. He hadn't thought that by coming there he was going to end up stressed out or that he would end up stressing someone else. He sighed, "Look..I'm sorry."<br><br>He was not someone who apologized offten, so, when he did apologize, he meant it. He went quiet, not expecting Robbie to care. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 09:45:04</strong>
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				Robbie shrugged, then looked up, offering a soft smile, "It's okay. Can't really blame you...you didn't mean badly." Robbie's dark hair was almost fully out of the ponytail holder by this point. <br><br>He shook some of the long hair, so very tired, not really wanting to give a blow job. He just wanted to be held and to sleep, but began undoing the other man's belt instead. <br><br>"I'm sorry, too," he added, "For yelling at you. I shouldn't have."<br><br>He drew the belt out of the beltloops, winding it around his hand and then setting it to the side, carefully.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>11-07-2009, 09:58:28</strong>
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				Danny reached down and gripped robbie under the arms gently and lifted him off the floor. "Forget about this." He had mostly told him to blow him out of frustration. He leaned in and kissed Robbie softly, just a tender kiss. <br><br>Sighing softly, Danny took his belt and stood. He looked down as he began threading it back through his belt loops. "I'll just let you sleep. I'd stay, but you probably want me out of your hair." He smirked, teasing Robbie a little. <br><br>He finished redoing his belt and pants, then picked his wallet up off the dresser. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 05:54:37</strong>
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				Robbie stood up slowly, smiling at the kiss, returning it gently. "Uhm...if you don't want to go, if you're okay with just sleeping you could...uh, lie here, I guess..." <br><br>It was an offer he had never made before.<br><br>He didn't really know what to say so he just smiled faintly, hands tucked into his pockets, pausing for just a moment to pull his shirt off as he moved over to the bed and sat down.<br><br>Then, only then, did he let out a large yawn and flop sideways, kicking his jeans off so he was just in a pair of tight black boxers.
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				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>12-07-2009, 09:14:08</strong>
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				Danny paused and watched Robbie as he undressed and laid on the bed. He smiled and laid his wallet back on the dresser. "Yeah, I'm okay with that." <br><br>He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He slid them down and let them pool around his feet. He stepped out of them and pulled his shirt off over his head.<br><br>When he moved on to the bed he was in a pair of white boxers. His dog tags hung around his neck and laid against his chest. <br><br>He laid behind Robbe and looped his arm around him loosely.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 12:17:17</strong>
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				Robbie smiled faintly and settled into the bed, scooting back so that he was spooned against Danny, wrapping the other man's arms around him. A few jerks brought the blankets up around them.<br><br>"Thanks. Are you sure...you're okay...paying just for this...?"<br><br>Robbie's voice was already growing fainter and less steady, sleep stealing over him as thick as a winter's fog.<br><br>"Mmmf..."<br><br>He buried his head in the pillow and let out a soft moan.<br><br>It was a sound of contentment, a sound that showed it had been far too long since he had laid down and been held, since he had been allowed to just sleep and feel safe for a few minutes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>13-07-2009, 13:26:55</strong>
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				Danny smiled as Robbie settled back against him. He kissed the top of Robbie's head and sighed softly as he laid his own head down and relaxed.<br><br>"I'm sure," he whispered softly.<br><br>Danny closed his eyes and soon he too was falling to sleep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:16:15</strong>
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				Robbie snuggled close, falling asleep within seconds, limp and uttery exhasted. His hair fell away from his face to reveal the faint purple bruising along his jawline where his boss had hit him. Slim hands curled up in the bedding.<br><br>He was utterly exhausted.<br><br>He just wanted to stay here forever.<br><br>He had gotten so very lucky to have a client like Danny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 06:48:36</strong>
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				Danny slept maybe an hour, then woke. He stretched out and opened his eyes. Covering a yawn with his hand, he turned his eyes down to Robbie. He smiled softly and brushed some of Robbie's hair back. He looked innocent, laying there sleeping like he was. Then, Danny saw the bruise. He frowned a bit, wondering where he would have gotten a bruise like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 12:17:18</strong>
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				Robbie turned a bit when his hair was moved, waking almost instantly, not used to sharing a bed while sleeping. He opened his eyes slowly, brushing a hand over his face, wincing as it touched his jawline and the bruise.<br><br>He saw Danny staring at it and turned away.<br><br>Robbie sat up, rubbing at his eyes, yawning a bit and shaking his hair to casually hide the purple bruising. <br><br>"Thanks for sleeping with me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>14-07-2009, 18:25:05</strong>
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				"Robbie, what happened?" He knew that someone had to inflict that bruise on Robbie. Danny had enough bruises over the past couple years to know. <br><br>He was worried.<br><br>Danny sat up slowly and nodded. He couldn't make Robbie tell him if he didn't want to. <br><br>He leaned over and kissed Robbie on the cheek.<br><br>He stood and picked up his jeans.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 09:23:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"My boss...I guess, my pimp, really...got mad at me when I didn't bring in enough money. I owed him for some drugs, so I kinda had it coming." Robbie said sleepily as he rolled over and faced Danny. He rubbed at it and buried his head in the pillows again with a groan, then sat up and hopped out of the bed. <br><br>"You going now?"<br><br>Robbie even sounded a bit like he regretted that.<br><br>He really did enjoy having the other man around. He was kind and hadn't tried to make Robbie do anything sexual without his being ready. He was much better than most of his clients.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>15-07-2009, 15:29:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny frowned, "That still isn't any reason for him to hit you. Do you owe him anymore?" He nodded, "I should get going soon. I have to be up before the sun for tranining. My uniforms aren't here. So, I can't exactly go from here to there." He pulled his jeans. When he found his shirt, he put that on too.<br><br>Looking back at Robbie he sighed, "Look, if your short or what ever, just let me know. I'll give you what ever your missing." He sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't have to pay me back." The idea that someone would hit Robbie infuriated him. Robbie had some rough edges and maybe he had his faults, but that gave no one the right to hit him. Pimps acted like the owned their people like slaves and used drugs to make them think they owed them. <br><br>He sighed softly, "Robbie, I..." He wanted to tell him to stop doing drugs, but he didn't want it to turn out like it had when he had told him that he didn't need to be drinking...so he cut himself off instead. He leaned in and kissed him, "I'll see you tomorrow."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 15:25:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie sat up, rubbing his eyes slowly, then leant back on his pale arms as he looked at Danny. "Nah, I cleared up my debts with him. I have other ways than money to pay him." Robbie gave a jaded little smile and lounged on the red bedding casually, his jawline properly hidden by the poor lighting in the room. <br><br>"Thanks...for all of this. You'll come by tomorrow?" Robbie stood on his tiptoes, then, and pressed a shy kiss that was chaste but ever so sweet to Danny's lips, "Really? I'd like you too. You're so different from the other guys."<br><br>Robbie sat back on the bed comfortably, still tired, but tonight he'd be able to actually get some sleep because Danny had helped him meet his quota.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>16-07-2009, 21:37:30</strong>
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				Danny grinned when Robbie kissed him back, a soft blush coloring his cheeks. "Hee, really? You really want me to come back?" He was so happy to hear that. <br><br>He nodded, "Then I will come back every day if you want me to, as long as I'm not deployed somewhere." <br><br>He picked his wallet up off the dresser and pushed it in to his back pocket. He attatched the chain to his belt loop. He glanced back at Robbie. "You should get some more sleep if you can. You still look tired."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 12:55:25</strong>
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				"Yeah, I do." Robbie couldn't help the smile on his face - the other man's happiness seemed to be infectious. "Good. I want you to come back as often as you can...plus, it'll keep the boss off my case. Repeat customers are good."<br><br>He kissed him once more and then sat back on the bed, "Yeah. I'll get some sleep and then see you tomorrow, kay? I'll be here. I always am," he said with a little laugh.<br><br>"Just come by and ask for me."<br><br>He would wait patiently for the other man to come to his room. He didn't really have anything else to do after his daytime clients left. He was eager to see Danny, anyways. He was so very kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 00:51:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny smiled as Robbie actually kissed himon the cheek. He nodded his head, "I'll keep coming as long as you want me." He looked around the room and winked at him. "I might even come with gifts." He thought the room could use a little colorother than the red bedding. It was so dull. <br><br>Backing toward the door, he gave Robbie one last look before he left him alone to sleep. He found his way back to the lobby easily enough and then found his hummer once he got out to the parking area. He couldn't help but think about Robbie and what it would be like with him tomorrow night. Infact, he was so anxious, he doubted he would get any sleep that night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 10:45:39</strong>
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				"I like gifts..." Robbie beamed, and watched the other man go, then slept. By morning he got up for a few hours, handed all the money he had made (except for a little bit that he shaved off the top and hid under his mattress) and handed it over to his boss. Sable took the money and patted Robbie on the head, giving him a break from most of the customers for a day, making him only work about five of them after lunch.<br><br>Robbie took a long shower before nightfall, scrubbing until his skin was a bit sore and then used the body wash, which Sable had brought back from one of his many exotic trips.<br><br>Afterwards he smelled faintly of peonies and gardenia.<br><br>Robbie had complained that it was for girls but a sharp slap had made him shut his mouth again and use it, and he supposed that with his exotic features, it was a rather fitting body wash.<br><br>He lay back on his bed once he was clean and his hair was dried, glossy and lovely, still warm from the hair dryer.<br><br>He thought of Danny back on the army base and smiled, lifting the corner of his mattress. He had almost two thousand dollars under there. Another five hundred and he was out of here, Danny or not, going to a new town. He would start a new life, he decided.<br><br>What he didn't realize was that twenty five hundred dollars wouldn't do him much when he had no education and no identification, as what little he had had been taken by Sable, and he hadn't even been born in this state. Or that, inevitably, he would be caught and dragged back by Sable to work off the debts from the time he had missed.<br><br>He would get what he could from Danny tonight, maybe, then try to leave. It was time to get out of here. He looked at the window and smiled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 14:46:11</strong>
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				Danny pulled in to the parking lot a little after nine. He got out, carrying a big duffle bag with him. He went inside, keeping his duffle close to him. He asked for Robbie and then moved over to lean against a wall while he waited.<br><br>He looked around the place and frowned. He wanted to help Robbie get out of there, if he would just listen. Of course he hadn't seemed interested in talking lastnight. Infeact, he had appeared offended. So, he wasn't too sure about opening that can or worms again. The best he could do was do what he could to get that smile on Robbie's face that he liked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 09:49:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie leant around the stairs when his room was called, and he gestured for Danny to come upstairs, to join him in the small bedroom that he could call his own. "C'mon up. Bed's warm," he said with a soft laugh and then waited for Danny to actually make his way up the rather steep stairs.<br><br>He was going to do his best to run. Maybe once he actually got away he would try to call Danny. For right now he just needed the money and then to try and get out of here.<br><br>Maybe he would actually manage to get away.<br><br>...Not as likely as he though it was, though, as there were men Sable had hired to watch his boys. Sable knew full well how much each of these boys was worth and the idea of losing one made him sick to his stomach. <br><br>Robbie didn't know about that though.<br><br>"How was your day on base? Hard work out?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>22-07-2009, 21:18:14</strong>
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				Danny smirked as he made his way up the stairs to Robbie. "My aches have aches." He moved in to the room and sat his large duffel bag on the bed, sighing in relief to have it off his shoulder. He grinned toward Robbie and opened the bag up. "I promised you gifts." <br><br>The first thing he pulled out was a combination lock box. He turned to look at him. "This will keep your money safer than that box on your dresser." He sat it aside, then pulled out some colorful things to put around the room to brighten it up and give Robbie something nice to look at besides bare walls. Lastly, he laid his money down inside the lock box that still needed it's combination set. <br><br>"I'll bring some better things next time. I just thought you could use some color in this room, if you want it. If you don't that is okay." He shrugged a little. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 08:34:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie smiled and leant back on the bed, then jumped up and grinned when he saw the colorful things he had been brought, immediately placing them on the side table and the windowsill so he could see. He took the lockbox, turned it between his fingers, then pulled all the money from under his mattress and stuffed it in the box. He had a good twenty five hundred dollars, now with the money that the other man had given him. <br><br>He shoved it all in the box and set the lock, shaking it a bit, grinning when it held up. <br><br>"This is fantastic! Thank you...!"<br><br>He hugged Danny, then, tightly. He tossed the lock box back to the bed and kissed him hard, letting his tongue part the other man's lips, tasting him and getting used to that taste. Enjoying it.<br><br>"Mmm...that's so sweet of you, Danny. I really appreciate it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 09:27:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny was glad to see Robbie happy with the things he had brought him. He watched him drag his money out and put it in the lock box, then set the lock. He nodded with satisfaction and sat his bag on the floor. He kicked it under the bed to keep until he was ready to leave.<br><br>"Your welc-" He didn't get to finish his sentence before he found himself with Robbie's lips pressed firmly against his and his tongue in his mouth. He was so shocked with the action after what had happened lastnight that he only had time to rest his hands on Robbie's sides when he finally realized what was happening. Then, the kiss was over.<br><br>"Y-y-your welcome," he stammered. He smiled softly, his cheeks turning a bright pink. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 09:34:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie laughed at the other man's reaction to the kiss, "You're cute, y'know that? I mean, cute in that army kinda way...but still, I like you." He sat on the edge of the bed, turning the lock box between his fingers.<br><br>He seemed not to want to let it go.<br><br>He was obviously thinking of something, as he kept glancing towards the window and then out, wondering how long it would take to get to the train station. He wondered which way the train station even was. Where would he go? New York? Maine? Paris? He doubted he could take a train to Paris. Geography had never really been a strong point. No, he decided, he should choose somewhere that spoke English and where people wouldn't think to look for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 09:46:21</strong>
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				Danny shook his head, "No, never knew...and I didn't know there were differant ways to be cute either." He sat on the edge of the bed and watched him with the box and how he kept looking out the window. He raked a hand through his short hair. The only reason he could be acting that was because he was thinking of running. <br><br>"Robbie...tell me something, are you planning to do something crazy?" He considered him just up and running crazy since he had no education in order to get a job. "If you are, let me help you." He looked toward the window, then to the box and then back up at Robbie. He was afraid he would end up getting himself hurt or in even more trouble then he was already in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 09:54:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie tilted his head up, flicking some of that luxuriously long hair out of his face, blinking those wide and rather pale green eyes up at Danny. "No," he said, "I'm not doing anything crazy. I'm doing something that I should have done before." He nodded, "I have a plan, and everything. I just..." <br><br>He trailed off and then looked out the window again.<br><br>"Maybe you could show me where the train station is, on a map, or something? I'm leaving tomorrow morning," he blurted out.<br><br>He shrugged, "Everyone will be asleep and I can sneak past the doorman, and then get outta here. I'll...if you want, I'll give you a call when I get to where I'm going."<br><br>Once he decided where that was, of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 10:03:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny nodded, "Job? You know, you can't even flip burgers anymore with out a highschool diploma." He looked toward the box. "I don't know how much you have there, but it won't last forever Robbie. Why don't you come stay with me? At least let me help you get stable enough that I know your going to be okay?" He moved closer to him. He stroked a hand through his hair gently.<br><br>He knew things were harder out there then Robbie obviously realized. He could see the desperation, the determination in Robbie's eyes though. He finally gave in and nodded, "What time in the morning? I'll take you myself." At least if he took him to the station himself he could see with his own eyes that he was safely on the train and on his way out of harms way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 10:14:10</strong>
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				"Dunno. Maybe I'll try to get a job in a high-class brothel rather than this shit-hole. There are worse things than being a kept boy. I'd like to...I dunno, maybe try acting, or...something. Anything. I really want to stop being a whore, though, if I can. I mean, I'll use this money for a bit, then see where I end up."<br><br>He stretched along the bed, clearly not having thought this out too well, "Maybe I'll try and join one of those boys and girls clubs, or something. The ones where you get to hang out after school? Maybe I'll even try enrolling in school. Who knows," he added, with a yawn.<br><br>He stretched and smiled, "I can't come live with you because you're in the army and they don't like gays. Plus, I need to do this on my own, and get outta here. If you'll take me on the train, though...that would be great. I was thinking of just getting a good night of sleep and then heading out early...really...early, first train, and get outta here. Maybe head towards New York. It's winter there, I heard. I'll buy a coat along the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 10:26:44</strong>
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				He nodded, "Yeah, you don't have to tell me that one twice." He already knew the army didn't like gays. That was one reason he tried to keep his own sexual preference hid. Perhaps he wasn't thinking clearly himself.<br><br>&nbsp;He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed the number to his commanding officer. He talked his way out of showing up early, making up a fake reason. When he was granted a delay, he hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. He looked to him, "I'll just stay here and we leave in the morning."<br><br>He was rarely someone who called out of work, so he had gotten out of it rather easily. He was actually surprised at how easily he had gotten out of it. He laid on his back, but frowned uncomfortably and turned on to his side. He reached out and gripped Robbie's hand, "I'll give you my number. You promise to call me so I know you are okay when you get there? If you don't I'll worry about you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 10:41:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah. I promise to call. I gotta use a payphone, though, since I don't have a cell. Sable - the boss - he doesn't like us having cellphones. Thinks it's a bad idea...anyways...thanks for doing all of this for me. I know that you don't have to and that it's probably causing you a lot of trouble..."<br><br>He leant forwards and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to the other man's lips and stroked a hand down the side of his face, "You've been so much nicer to me than anyone else."<br><br>He frowned momentarily and shrugged.<br><br>"Kindof a pity that I'm leaving after finding the perfect customer. Then again, if I stay, I gotta deal with all the customers that are worse than you, so..." he shrugged slightly.<br><br>No, leaving would happen, and he would be glad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 10:51:52</strong>
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				This time, Danny had met the kiss as Robbie's lips came to him. He groaned softly, the kiss ending too soon for his liking. He smiled and pulled Robbie close to him, in to his arms. He looked down at him. "So, leave me with something to remember you by?" <br><br>He leaned his head down and captured Robbie's lips, kissing him. He didn't like that he would likely never see Robbie again. He had only come back tonight because he had taken a liking to Robbie, but if he wasn't here, Danny doubted that he would be back. <br><br>His hand slid under Robbie's shirt, touching the skin on his side. Robbie didn't have to do anything that he didn't want to. However, he was hoping that at least tonight he might want to just because Robbie seemed to like him too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 11:15:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie would be back soon enough, certainly, though he didn't know it. It would take a painful and rather short trip for him to realize that escaping was not so easy as he liked to think it was. <br><br>He kissed the other man back gently, "Yeah," he whispered, deepening the kiss. Oh, he liked Danny, but he liked the idea of his freedom more.<br><br>Maybe if he managed to get a job...<br><br>...Maybe then, and only then, he could come back and see Danny. Visit him, for old times sake, have a romp together where money wasn't exchanged. <br><br>For now, though, he contented himself with this.<br><br>He kissed him back deeply, pressing his lips to the other man's, smiling when his soft skin was traced over by Danny's hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 11:27:19</strong>
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				He trailed his lips from Robbie's as he kissed over his face and then down his neck. "Maybe when you get settled I could even come vist you, when I get leave." He pressed his lips to Robbie's again, kissing him passionately. <br><br>Both of his hands moved under the shirt, tracing Robbie's skin. He pushed the shirt up further and further as his hands slid over Robbie's torso. His skin was so soft against Danny's hands, made rough from army life. He broke the kiss again and slid the shirt over Robbie's head. He grinned at him.<br><br>"Anything in mind that you want to do?" He wanted Robbie to have fun, so what ever he wanted, Danny was up to at least try. He kissed Robbie's neck again and trailed the kisses down over his now bare chest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 11:41:18</strong>
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				Robbie grinned, "That'd be great, if you wanted to. It'd be fun to have visitors once I got settled in a new place." Robbie kissed him again and moaned when he felt that passionate response, curling himself up against the othe rman, moaning when his shirt was pushed so far that he ended up pulling it off.<br><br>His chest was bare, pale, skin so very soft because of his profession. It was his job to stay soft and smooth, to be more perfect than any actress could be.<br><br>Most cameras didn't get as close as a customer did.<br><br>"I want..."<br><br>He paused, and then laughed softly, "If you want it, to have sex with you. Otherwise we could always...I dunno, I don't have a television or anything to watch a movie on."<br><br>He kissed him once more.<br><br>He loved having Danny with him. He was so very kind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 16:51:53</strong>
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				Danny laughed softly, "Nothing kinky?" He didn't want to watch tv anyway. He slid his hand down to Robbie's waist. His eyes drifting down his body, admiring his appearance to him thus far. He turned his ocean blue eyes back up to him.<br><br>Danny leaned down and kissed along Robbie's bare chest. He took his time, nipping here and there.<br><br>Kissing back up to his lips, Danny smiled and captured Robbie's lips agin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>24-07-2009, 08:38:20</strong>
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				"We can be kinky if you want to..." Robbie said with a quiet laugh as he nuzzled the other man's shoulder, then kissed him slowly and enjoyed his taste. Oh, yes. He had quite a fondness for the other man. He had been so sweet to him. <br><br>He gasped, though, when Danny kissed down his chest slowly. The faint nips made his breath catch in his throat.<br><br>This was totally unlike what sex usually was. <br><br>He wasn't at all used to his clients pleasuring him. Sometimes they tried but usually they failed. <br><br>This one wasn't failing at all.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>25-07-2009, 21:52:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny smiled and slid his hands down. He rid Robbie of the remainder of his clothing. There was no doubt why the owner of that establishment wanted him there. Robbie was exquisit. He brushed his hands down over Robbie's hips and thighs slowly, teasing him.<br><br>He kissed Robbie's neck, sucking gently on him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 08:50:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie let out a soft moan as his body was explored, all the soft and hard places stroked, everyone just touching him. He flushed and spread his thighs a bit more, head tilted to the side, accepting that sucking. He would even let Danny leave marks if he wanted to do so.<br><br>Usually he would charge extra for that.<br><br>Now that he was planning on running, though, he figured that it didn't matter. Plus, the other man's mark would be a nice reminder of having someone that cared for him back home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 13:31:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny's hand moved along Robbie's inner thigh, stroking his skin until he found what he was really after. He fondled Robbie, still kissing along his neck. He was in no rush, so his caressing hands moved gently and slowly. He wanted to please him and show him that sex could be a give and take, not just what he had likely experiance thus far as a prostitute. <br><br>He lifted his head and looked down at Robbie, smiling. He pulled away for just a moment to undress himself. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 09:47:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Robbie moaned and parted his legs entirely, looking at Danny's naked body, grinning at the muscles that the army had given the other man. He lay back on the soft pillows.<br><br>His hair spread out around him, hiding that faint bruise along his jaw, mostly faded now that a few days had passed though another would certainly replace it soon enough.<br><br>That was what life was in this part of town.<br><br>"I really...sex with you...it feels different," he whispered, even now, before he had been fully penetrated.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Neon and Nylon [Sho and Ivoryedge]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ivoryedge</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 11:14:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Danny smiled, "I imagine so. You haven't ever had someone who took the time to make sure that&nbsp; you were enjoying it as well have you?" He thought not. He slid his hand further down and to Robbie's anal. He stroked him gently, "Do you have any lube?" He stroked the other male's cheek. <br><br>Danny was very fond of Robbie and he would really miss him when he was gone. When Robbie did get settled in and could call him, then he would have to take one of his weekends off and go visit him. He wanted to anyway, to make sure that he would be alright. He slid his hand from his cheek and stroked his member again while his other hand continued to play else where.
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