|The Entertainer and the Keeper
Author: bluesonmondays PM
Chris Kendall is an entertainer who will do anything his customers requests. When PJ Liguori came up with an offer Chris cannot refuse, a deal was made. Kickthestickz, side of Phan.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Chapters: 9 - Words: 13,107 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 38 - Updated: 09-11-12 - Published: 08-05-12 - id: 8397177
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Kickthestickz AU. Please give it some love, thank you. I have rusty writing but I am trying to break out of my writer's block while trying a new writing style. Please read and enjoy. Or read and review. Or both. :D
"Yes, that's the spot, that's the spot!" the breathy moan in the room was whimpering and wanting, and the clutch on the mattress tightened into white the last of sheathing sent him over the edge. The hold on his arm was firm and unwavering as the other hand intensified its strokes around his arousal. With a wordless whisper the man collapsed on the soft surface as he relieved himself. He was motionless as the other man slowly slid off his back and off the bed, pulling up his jeans and picking up the money laid on the counter, sliding the 50 pound bind into his jean's pocket.
"It was very nice doing business with you, sir. I hope to see you again." The young man whispered into his now sleeping customer; a smirk forming on his face as he picked up his shirt that was laid beside the branded suit and slid it down his torso. He picked a name card from his jean pocket and placed it on top of the Armani ensemble before slipping on his sneakers and quietly exited the room.
On the card, it was read: CHRIS KENDALL, ENTERTAINER EXTRAORDINAIRE. I DO ANYTHING A CUSTOMER REQUESTS. JUST CALL ME. ;)
"So I see our entertainer extraordinaire has got some money today!" a hand shadowed over Chris' pocket and pulled out a single 50 pound note. "So can I get free dinner?" Chris smiled when he saw the source of the voice and placed an arm around his friend.
"Our pickpocket extraordinaire had a dry day?"
"How much can you get from old men and young children really?" Phil mock sighed and gazed lovingly at the note in his hands. "The economy's really bad lately; I only got a bunch of coins. Had to go to Dan's bakery to get free lunch."
"Or it was just an excuse to go see Dan for lunch?" Chris snickered. "No, no treat for you!"
"Hey, we have to share! With the few high profile clients you have been getting lately, it is only viable that you help your friend in need." Phil put on his puppy eyes and stared pitifully at his friend, stretching the fifty pound note on his palms. Chris rolled his eyes, grabbed the money and started walking. Phil gave a squeal of delight and followed his friend as they turned a corner down to the quaint restaurant that was still open.
"I feel like a whore lately; sleeping with people is all I've been doing. What happened to the children's parties or weddings or school graduations?" Chris mumbled as he and Phil found a spot by the window and sat down.
"Being a clown or a jester doesn't make as much money as what you can get from sexually pleasuring a person." Phil mused thoughtfully. "After all, isn't that how all the prostitutes live in those swanky buildings and have exorbitant expenses?"
"I may as well sell myself as a male prostitute then. Or a male host. Hey, let me be your date tonight, sir. I promise to be extraordinary." Chris answered sarcastically as the waiter came by. "Oh hi Dan, I didn't know you work at the restaurant now?"
"In case you forget, my dad owns the bakery and the restaurant. The usual?" Dan answered and nodded when Chris frowned deeper and Phil nodded. "By the way, don't frown too much Chris, the lines on your forehead is growing even deeper than my dad's."
"Thank you for the kind advice, you lovebird." Chris grumpily answered as Dan sashayed back to the counter and winked. "Oh great. Now he even acts like you."
"It's not a bad thing at all, you know." Phil mused dreamily as he winked back at Dan, who disappeared from the counter. "Maybe if you get a lover you would stop complaining so much about your life."
"Oh sure." Chris rolled his eyes.
"Well, I am being optimistic about it, at least I can see Dan every day and his dad doesn't really oppose to us being together." Phil turned to look at said man and gave a small bow. Dan's father gave a warm smile in return. "I promised Dan once I got into college I would stop all the pickpocketing and concentrate in school, get a degree, a decent job. He's going to be a lawyer, you know? I wouldn't want him to feel like I cannot match up to him."
"In two months you will be one of those nerds in school, eh?" Chris whispered as Dan brought up their drinks. He took a packet of sugar and added it into his cup. "I cannot imagine not seeing you after my businesses anymore."
"Well, he will still be around, Chris. Perhaps you want to go to college too?" Chris ignored Dan's words. The waiter shrugged and went back to the counter.
"It's different. We have been together forever, ever since we are born and left in the streets. Getting in fights together, dropping out of high school together, I had not known my life without you, Phil. It will be difficult when you leave."
"Is this turning into some love confession? Because you know I've got Dan." Phil stared squarely at Chris, who immediately huffed and pushed his palms forward in protest.
"I am just saying, I will miss you. No homo, bro." Chris stared at his best friend sincerely. "Even if I am, I will never do you in a million years."
"That hurt." Phil pouted at the afterthought, and Chris laughed.
"T-shirt and hoodie, 3 o'clock. Has been staring at you guys for a while." Dan whispered as he picked up his apron and sat down beside Phil, who was munching on his food a little too huffily. "Methinks he is interested in you, Chris."
"Probably another customer." Chris said nonchalantly. "Who would be interested me without expecting a favor in return?"
"He's coming over." Dan nudged Phil, and both of them exited the booth, just as a young looking boy with curly hair and green eyes entered the space the two vacated.
"Hi. Chris Kendall?"
"Yes, that's me."
"I… I need a date."