"J.T.: It's So Easy Doing Greene"
By: Cathy and Melissa
As he walked in the bar behind his date, J.T. glanced around quickly. The place was fairly dark, with music blaring and couples dancing. Seemingly high spirited people filled most of the tables. Did he know any of them? He prayed that he didn't. He was jolted back to reality by his date's voice, "J.T.? What'll you have?" That was his cue; that was always his cue with this one.
"I don't want anything to drink but you," he said quietly.
His date smiled, led him to the dance floor, and pushed him to his knees. As he unrolled the condom and took the man's cock in his mouth, J.T. ignored the cheers of the surrounding men and tried to concentrate. Humiliation? Sure, but it was no more than he deserved. He felt the man's fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head closer. He willed his mind to blankness and continued.
Some time later, he checked in at Roger's. It was standard procedure, checking in with Roger afterward. Safety demanded it. Not only was it necessary for safety, it provided a chance to decompress, and to leave behind his inevitable disgust after an encounter. After a shower and a change of clothes, he felt whole again, at least as whole as he was capable of feeling. He collected the name and address of his next appointment, and stepped out into the warm Chicago evening.
Mark Greene nervously paced the narrow space between the king-sized bed and the dresser. Every now and then he would catch his reflection in the mirror and ask himself if he knew just what in the Hell he was doing. He must have totally lost his mind this time.
With a sigh he sank down onto the end of the bed. In his mind, he could easily track the events that brought him to this hotel room. Treating Kevin, a teenage male prostitute, had been the catalyst. Mark had been on a paramedic ride along when he saw the boy being beaten. Risking getting himself injured, Mark made the paramedics stop the unit and he went out to help the teen. Later, after he had been treated at the hospital, Kevin had propositioned him. At the time, it had shocked him, but the more he thought about it, the more the idea appealed to him. Not the idea of having sex with a teenaged boy - it was the very idea of having sex with another man that sounded good. His steady pursuit of Elizabeth Corday had been a vain attempt on his part to get that idea out of his head. It didn't work. He had found Elizabeth to be funny, intelligent and sexy, but their relationship left him wanting. He could tell that she felt the same way. They had parted as lovers, but were determined to remain friends. She had commented that remaining friends with former lovers was something she excelled at and he believed her. She certainly still got along with Peter Benton.
So, maybe it was the summer heat that made him dial the number he had found in a gay-oriented newspaper. "Alone and lonely in Chicago? You don't have to be alone. Call Companions, Inc. and find a perfect companion for the night or day." Mark had called. He knew it was a prostitution service. Was that even the correct term for that? Certainly couldn't call it a brothel because the customer didn't go anywhere - the men went to any place the customer requested - home, office, hotel or motel room. Mark had chosen a hotel room. He had rationalized the expense of hiring a male prostitute for his first time by telling himself that it would be someone experienced. Someone who wouldn't take advantage of him, who wouldn't try to do anything he didn't want to do. That was a big part of the appeal. He would remain in control throughout the entire encounter. All two hours of it. He had J.T. for two hours, according to Roger, the man who he had dealt with on the phone. He had given Roger the particulars about what he wanted, what he was looking for in terms of looks and activity level. Roger had taken it all down, then called him back with a price and a name. He paid by credit card and the appointment was then official.
Mark glanced at his watch. Within the next five minutes, J.T. would be at the door; ready and willing to do whatever he wanted. A thrill ran through him at that thought and he felt himself harden slightly. He was beginning to understand why so many men went to prostitutes - the thrill of being in control was extremely stimulating.
A soft knock at the door brought him to his feet and he nervously swallowed. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, hoping he looked all right and not like some psycho killer on the prowl.
"Hell, Mark," he told himself, "It doesn't matter what you look like. He's being paid good money to like you. Just answer the door and get the ball rolling."
A quick glance at the top of the dresser reconfirmed that he had all the necessary accessories: lubricant and plenty of condoms. Roger had been insistent upon the condom part, not that Mark would have attempted sex without a condom. He knew better. Mark took a deep breath, opened the door and then stared in surprise as he saw who was standing in the hallway.
"Carter? What are you doing here?"
John Carter chewed on his upper lip as he tried to find the words to explain to Mark Greene that he was his whore for the next two hours. Somehow, he just couldn't find the right words.
Mark's initial shock at seeing Carter was now turning to curiosity. How had Carter found him? He then noticed that Carter was dressed in blue jeans. Tight fitting blue jeans. Jeans that outlined his thighs, crotch and most likely his butt very well. The dark blue, almost black T-shirt was also a piece of clothing out of character for John Carter. Where was his designer shirt? His suspenders? This wasn't what Carter wore. Mark had seen him dressed casually before and he didn't look like this.
John cleared his throat. "You were expecting me."
The truth hit Mark like a ton of bricks and it all fell into place. John Carter, John Truman Carter was J.T. This was the man for whom he had paid five hundred dollars for two hours. Two hours of sex. Sex with John Carter. Mark recalled a joke he had played on Carter not so many weeks ago. It was one that Lydia had put him up to the night they had the power failure at the hospital. Bottles of pheromones had been spilled upon Carter and Mark had made a comment that he thought Carter was coming on to him. Carter had been flustered as he insisted that it must be the pheromones. That he respected Mark, but didn't feel that way about him. Mark wondered if Carter had been coming on to him after all.
"Are you going to let me come in?"
Carter's question brought Mark back to the present and he nodded, then stepped aside to let Carter into the room. As Carter walked past him, Mark noted that his assumption about the jeans accentuating his butt had been correct. He had never noticed before that Carter had a great ass. Once more, he felt himself beginning to harden and he knew that there was no way in Hell that he was going to send Carter away. He had paid for him and dammitt he was going to get his money's worth from him.
Mark shut and locked the door, then headed into the room. Carter stood by the window, looking out. From where he was standing, Mark could see that Carter was taking deep breaths and he was obviously as nervous as he was about this.
"Well," Mark began, "This is a surprise."
Carter nodded, then nervously licked his upper lip before he turned around to face Mark. He had known down deep inside that one day he might end up being hired by someone he knew. But, knowing it might happen and having it happen were not the same thing. Especially when the man hiring him was Mark Greene.
"Yeah. So, Roger said that this is your first time?"
"That's right. I figured that I should do it with someone who knew what they were doing. I wasn't too keen on the idea of trying to pick up someone in a bar."
Carter nodded. He had heard that line of reasoning before. "Roger did tell you that I don't let men fuck me, right? So, you're not expecting that?"
"He made that clear." Mark gestured to the dresser. "I bought plenty of condoms." Mark immediately felt like a fool for saying that, it made him look as if he knew he was going to like what he wanted Carter to do. Well, he did think he would like it - after all, he did go to all the trouble to set this up, right? He just didn't want Carter to think he was sex crazed.
Once more, Carter nodded. "Okay. It's your show, Mark. Tell me what you want me to do."
Mark's eyebrows raised questioningly as he realized he had no idea where to begin.
"Well, Carter..."
"J.T." He immediately corrected him.
Well, Mark thought, he could certainly go along with Carter's idiosyncrasies. "J.T., I think I'd like to start things slowly. Why don't you get undressed for me?"
As Carter pulled the T-shirt up over his head, another thrill shot through Mark's body as he realized once again that Carter would do whatever he asked.
Mark's mouth went dry as Carter slipped off his boat shoes and began to peel off those tight jeans, revealing the fact that he had not worn underwear. No socks either, so when the jeans were totally off, Carter was standing completely nude in front of him. And semi-hard. John Carter was hard for him.
Carter looked at him questioningly.
"Turn around. Slowly. I want to see all of you." Mark was glad he was able to keep his voice under control.
As he turned around, Carter had to struggle to get his emotions under control. This was the first time since he had started working that he had been hard before his customer had touched him. He knew it had everything to do with the fact it was Mark Greene and nothing to do with the fact that he was getting used to the profession. What was he going to do when he reported for work in the morning? How was Mark going to act around him from now on? Those questions were quickly pushed aside though as he once more faced Mark. He had a job to do here and that job didn't include worrying about what the customer was going to do once his time was up. His job was to make the next two hours the best two hours of sex that Mark Greene had ever had.
Mark was lost in his own thoughts as he looked at Carter. Having Carter strip for him and now having him standing in front of him, ready for him, well, it made Mark realize that this was really going to happen. He was going to have sex with another man.
"Mark?"
Mark's thoughts were interrupted by Carter's soft voice and he looked at him guiltily. "I'm sorry, did you ask me something?"
Carter smiled. "Shall I undress you now? Would you like that?"
Would he like that? What a stupid question. Hell, yes, he would like that! Not trusting himself to be able to speak, Mark merely nodded.
Carter stepped behind him and Mark could feel the heat from his arms as they encircled his body to reach the buttons of his shirt. Carter's warm lips softly brushed the nape of his neck and he shivered from the touch, immediately wanting more.
"Try to relax. Nothing's going to happen that you don't want to have happen, okay?" Carter softly said. Without waiting for a response, he began to slowly suck on Mark's ear lobe, eliciting a low moan from the man.
Mark closed his eyes as Carter's tongue toyed with his ear and neck. Not that Carter's hands had stilled while he was doing this. Far from it. They had succeeded in unbuttoning the shirt and were now slowly caressing his torso. Carter's touch was light, and yet to Mark it felt as if Carter was leaving a fiery trail up and down his body. Then the buckle of his belt was undone, the zipper of his pants lowered and those hands slipped under the waistband of his boxer shorts. Carter had no trouble finding Mark's erection and his soft stroking of his heated cock was enough to send waves of dizziness over Mark.
"Dear God," he breathed.
Then those magical hands disappeared and Mark could feel his shirt being pulled off of his arms. The next thing Mark knew, Carter was in front of him, pushing those pants and boxers off his hips, then kneeling on the floor as he pulled them the rest of the way off of his body.
"Lift up your foot," Carter ordered and Mark found himself having to brace his hand upon Carter's shoulder in order to keep from falling over. His right leg was freed, then the process repeated for the left leg. Mark looked down, dimly noting that his clothing was in a heap on the floor. The main thing that demanded his attention was the fact that Carter's mouth was slightly open and about to touch his body. About to touch his cock, which was so hard it was beginning to physically hurt. Mark closed his eyes, bracing himself for the rush of warmth that would shoot through him the minute Carter's mouth engulfed him, but that warmth didn't come. Instead he felt Carter's tongue make its way lazily up from his knee to the top of this thigh. Carter's tongue was velvet, teasing and promising at the same time.
Mark bit back a moan as Carter rested on his heels and looked up at him, his brown eyes expressionless. "You might want to sit on the bed."
Mark took the few steps needed to bring him to the side of the bed and he sat down. The bedspread was rough against his bare skin and he thought that maybe he should have turned down the covers before going any further. All such thoughts though were chased from his mind as Carter grabbed his legs and pulled him to the side of the bed, leaving him precariously perched on the edge.
"Much better," Carter murmured as he lowered his head to nuzzle Mark's skin. He was still amazed at how turned on he was getting over doing this with Mark. It had never felt like this before. Then again, he hadn't had many jobs involving "virgins" so to speak. Most of his customers were experienced men who just wanted a few hours of uncomplicated sex.
But, Mark Greene was different. Never in a million years would Carter have figured him to be the kind of guy to turn to a prostitute, but he had. Well, he supposed he shouldn't be too shocked over finding out that Mark was his customer. After all, Mark had received quite a shock of his own, hadn't he? Carter returned his attention to Mark's body. This was usually the time when he would make his mind blank out what he was doing and instead think up alternate scenarios. Mostly fantasies. His customers usually liked to see him hard while he was messing around with them and he had to go through a lot of fantasizing to reach that state. Most times, they would also have their hands all over him, teasing and caressing. It was easy enough to let his body respond to physical stimuli as long as he didn't let his thoughts stray. Using a different persona helped with that. J.T. could think thoughts that John would never think, do things that John would never do. J.T. never failed to please his customers. The one and only time that John had tried to service a trick it had been a miserable experience for the both of them. So, John was not allowed to participate anymore. Only J.T.
His mouth found the soft skin of Mark's inner thigh and he sucked gently for a bit before licking his way to Mark's groin. He eased Mark's balls into his mouth, holding them there for a few moments, just letting the warmth and tightness of his mouth surround them. He heard Mark's rapid breathing and the artery in the thigh beneath his hand pulsed rapidly. Carter reached up with his other hand and gently pressed on Mark's stomach, silently urging him onto his back as he began to hungrily suck on his balls.
Mark could tell that Carter wanted him to lie down, but he wanted to watch what the man was doing to him. He compromised by slightly reclining and resting on his elbows. The mirror of the dresser caught their reflection so Mark had a choice of vantage points. He closed his eyes as another wave of desire shot through his body and he could feel his ball sac tighten as his arousal increased. He knew he was close to coming and Carter had not yet put his mouth on his cock. Not that it mattered; after all, they did have two hours, more or less, in which to do everything. Mark's eyes closed as he anticipated his climax and then, just as he thought he was to the point of no return, he felt cool air on his balls. He made a small noise then, a mixture of complaint and an aching need. He looked down and saw Carter gazing up at him. For a brief moment, he thought he saw desire in those dark eyes, but he blinked and when he looked again, Carter's eyes were once again expressionless.
"We have plenty of time, Mark. There's no need to rush anything."
Mark found his voice. "I thought you said this was my show."
Carter nodded. "It is."
"Then make me come. Now." He ordered.
The air conditioner kicked in and Mark felt cold air wash over his body, making him shiver. Carter got to his feet and went to the dresser, then returned with a tube of lubricant and a condom. Mark frowned as Carter applied lubricant to his cock, then quickly rolled the condom onto him. After squeezing lube into his hand, Carter knelt once more between Mark's legs. Mark watched as Carter's lips wrapped around the head of his cock and his slickened hand firmly grasped the shaft of his cock.
"Oh..." Mark's voice failed him again as Carter began to lower his head, taking in more and more of his cock. Then he pulled up and the blow job commenced in earnest. Using his hand to tightly caress the lower part of Mark's cock, Carter used his mouth on the rest. He had been the recipient of a blow job before, but it had never felt quite like this and Mark wasn't sure if it was because of the lubricant that Carter had applied to him before the condom went on, or if the extra pleasure was because it was John Carter doing this to him. Mark reached out and gently touched the top of Carter's dark hair as his head bobbed up and down on his engorged cock. His gentle touch soon metamorphosized into something more as his climax neared. He laced his fingers though Carter's short hair, hanging on for dear life as he heard himself cry out. He thrust his hips upward and shoved himself further into Carter's mouth as semen exploded out of his body.
Feeling spent, Mark rested on the bed, subtly aware of what was going on around him. Carter removed the condom, then Mark heard him go into the bathroom. He could hear water running and he wondered if Carter was washing his hands. Then the water was cut off and he strained his ears to hear more. Without warning, he felt a wet warmth on his limp cock and he opened his to see that Carter was gently washing him off.
"Come here," Mark ordered.
Carter dropped the washcloth to the floor, then crawled onto the bed and stretched out beside Mark.
"That was great." Mark couldn't keep from grinning as he told himself that it had been the best orgasm he had ever experienced. Carter smiled back and Mark was delighted to see that the smile reached his eyes. It was the first time since Carter had entered the hotel room that Mark had seen any expression in those dark orbs. He liked seeing happiness there. He also liked seeing Carter's physical desire for him. Feeling brave, he reached out and tentatively touched Carter's cock. It twitched away from his touch and he grabbed it so he could make it stay still.
"So silky," Mark whispered as he allowed his hand to caress that hard organ.
"I think you'll find that all men share that characteristic." Carter closed his eyes and let his head drop to the bedspread, liking what Mark was doing to him. He felt the bed move and then a moist heat as Mark's lips found his ear lobe. God, that felt good. He was so caught up in the delightful feelings that he was getting from Mark's lips that he almost forgot to turn his head and pull away when those wonderful lips neared his mouth.
"Not that," he simply said.
"Not what?" Mark asked, his brow burrowed with confusion.
"No kissing on the mouth."
"Why?"
Carter shrugged, then sat up. It was time to get this appointment back on track. Leaning over, he quickly dropped his lips over Mark's nipple, letting his tongue tease it into stiffness.
"Ah, man..." Mark forgot about his question and just let himself enjoy the sensations that Carter was creating in him. When Carter was apparently satisfied with that nipple, he moved onto the other one, using his tongue to drive Mark wild.
And then that tongue and mouth moved lower, nibbling along Mark's side, then over his cock and balls and back to his thighs.
Mark felt Carter lifting his thighs and he wondered if this was it? Was Carter going to penetrate him now? Then he felt Carter's mouth on his skin again, felt that tongue tickle him in the small spot between the base of his cock and his anus. His tongue began to draw circles around that anus, circles that spiraled toward that opening until it was finally on it and then in it. Cynthia had tried to rim him once, but she had never stuck her tongue inside of him. If she had, then Mark might have kept her forever, he thought. This was fucking great, he mused. Then he had to keep from chuckling as he realized that Carter wouldn't let him kiss him on his mouth, but he would stick his tongue up his ass. It made Mark begin to wonder if Carter was as odd about what was done to him? If he didn't let men fuck him, then did that mean he wouldn't allow other things to happen? Would he let Mark use his tongue on him like this? Would he let him use a finger or two in him? Sex toys even? These were questions that definitely needed to be asked. A white, hot desire overcame him and he forgot all about those questions as he realized that one of Carter's fingers was now inside of him, wriggling around. The feeling coming from down there was one that Mark had never felt before but definitely wanted to feel again. He realized that he was hard once more, not too surprising considering what Carter was doing to him down there.
Then the finger was gone and the mouth and tongue were back. Watching Carter in the mirror, Mark was reminded of the way a cat would steadily lick at a saucer of cream, it's pink tongue lapping up every last drop of liquid and then continue to lick the saucer dry. Carter was no different. Like a cat, Carter was, Mark thought, all sinuous and graceful. Then he gave up trying to think and decided that it was all he could do to stay lucid enough to appreciate what he was feeling.
"Roll over," Carter said, gently lowering Mark's legs.
Feeling disappointed that the oral assault upon his body had ceased, Mark rolled over. His disappointment faded though as Carter spread his buttocks apart and once more ravished his anus with his tongue. Mark's hips began to rock as he sought friction against his erect cock. Now he was glad that the bedspread had not been turned down, the roughness was much preferable to the softness of the cotton sheets.
As he felt Mark move, Carter was finally satisfied that Mark was as ready as he was going to get for what was to come next. He quickly rolled a condom over his erection, then applied a lot of the lubricant. As he took care to use more than usual, he rationalized it by telling himself that he didn't want Mark to be hurt in any way. After all, when this was over, Mark would still be his boss.
Mark drew in a sharp breath as he felt something harder than Carter's tongue nudge at him. This was it. He willed himself to relax reminding himself that Carter knew what he was doing. Maybe if he concentrated on what Carter's hand was now doing to his cock, then he wouldn't notice it as much when Carter did enter him. But then Carter's hand disappeared. Mark felt Carter take hold of his hips, holding him steady as he slowly penetrated a part of Mark's body that had never been penetrated before tonight. Hell, Mark thought, I handled everything else he's done, this shouldn't be that bad, right? And it wasn't. There was some initial discomfort, but once the tip of Carter's cock had entered him, he stopped long enough for the discomfort to fade away. Then he slowly pushed in a short bit before pulling out some. When Carter went back in again, his cock went a little further inside. Carter kept up the maddening pattern or a little bit in and a little bit out until he was all the way inside of Mark. Mark sighed as he realized that he was totally filled - so wonderfully full of nothing but John Carter.
"You okay?" Carter's breath felt hot against Mark's ear.
"Yeah. I'm good. Don't stop now."
Carter chuckled. "I'm only just beginning, Mark. Trust me."
"I do."
As Carter began to slowly withdraw again so he could begin to pleasure Mark, he found that his usual tactic of pretending to be with a woman just wasn't working. He found it difficult to imagine a woman under him when he knew it was Mark Greene. He had never had that problem before. Well, there was no time to think about that right now. He had a job to do and it was a point of pride that he could do it well. He liked to drive his customers crazy with want and need and the same techniques that worked so well for him when he was with a woman worked equally well when he was with a man. When he was done with him, Mark would be totally sated. And that's when Carter could think about the ramifications of his discoveries from this evening.
Mark rested the side of his face against the mattress, caught up in too many sensations. In the mirror, he could see what Carter was doing even as his body felt it. His body was on fire. There had been no pain, only discomfort when Carter first entered him. And now there was a huge physical ache as Carter's cock made frequent contact with his prostate. He gasped as Carter's hand gripped him even tighter, pumping him in time with his thrusts. If he would have known it could feel this good, he would have tried this years ago, he mused. But, all musing stopped as heat spread upward from his groin, enveloping his entire being. He needed release. He needed for Carter to come. Wanted him to come. Hoped he would cry out his name when he did so.
Mark cried out as his own orgasm overcame him. He could feel the heat of his semen against his skin and he knew that it had to have coated Carter's hand as well. A hand that still had a tight grip on his cock. As he came down from the high of his orgasm, Mark could sense that Carter was getting ready to come. His thrusting was faster and harder and Mark could hear his breathing - ragged and rough. Please cry out my name, he said, repeating the mantra over and over as Carter neared completion. Carter made a final thrust into his body and Mark could hear a loud cry from his throat, but it wasn't his name that he said. It wasn't a real word at all, just a noise. Mark bit back his disappointment over not hearing his name. After all, did he really have the right to expect that from Carter? A shiver went down his spine as he felt Carter's warm lips kiss the spot between his shoulder blades. Then Carter pulled out of him and disappeared into the bathroom once again.
Mark rolled over onto his back and decided that he needed a shower after all of that. He glanced at his watch to check the time. He still had Carter for another hour. . Which meant that he could make Carter take a shower with him. Grinning, he got off of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Carter was just coming out and he stopped when he saw Mark.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Mark thought that Carter was asking him a lot of stupid questions tonight. Was he okay? He had just had the most wonderful sexual experience of his life and Carter wanted to know if he was okay? Mark nodded. "I'm great. I thought we'd take a shower together."
"If that's what you want," Carter stepped back into the bathroom and began to run the water in the tub, adjusting it to a comfortably hot temperature before switching it to shower mode. He stepped into the tub with Mark right behind him. Before he could even turn around to face Mark, he could feel Mark's hands upon him, rubbing the soap into his skin, then using his hands as the washcloth. It felt good, Carter thought, really good. Mark's hands kneaded his muscles relentlessly and Carter soon felt himself getting hard once more. When Mark pulled him against his body, Carter could feel Mark's hard cock pressing against his body.
"This is so nice," Mark whispered in his ear. Carter could barely hear him over the noise of the shower, but the warmth of Mark's breath felt nice against his ear. Lulled by the warm water and Mark's administrations, Carter found himself relaxing against Mark. He could feel the rise and fall of Mark's chest against his back, and if he concentrated hard enough, he knew he could feel the beating of Mark's heart as well.
His relaxation quickly faded though when he felt Mark roll a condom down his cock. "Are you sure you're ready for that again?" He didn't want to hurt Mark in any way and was afraid that Mark's body wouldn't be able to handle penetration again so soon.
Mark chuckled in his ear. "Relax. I want to give you a blow job."
"You don't have to do that."
"I want to do that. It's my time and money, remember?"
"I remember."
Mark turned the two of them around so that they were now facing the back of the shower. Then he turned Carter around so they were face to face. A smile on his face, Mark kissed his way down Carter's chest, then over his stomach and down his thighs. He was rewarded by the soft sighs he heard coming from above. He licked his way up Carter's other thigh, then captured his cock in his mouth. It probably would have been better for Carter if he would have been able to take him slowly into his mouth, but he was afraid he might change his mind about sucking Carter, so he had decided that speed was of the essence.
Once he had Carter's cock in his mouth, he discovered that it wasn't so bad. As he experimented with using his tongue and lips in different ways, he was thrilled to hear various noises coming from Carter. Everything from a slow moan to a loud gasp of pleasure met his ears. This was total control, he thought, to be able to create these emotions and desires in another person. It was a feeling of control that he could easily get used to having, he mused.
After the shower, Mark quickly dressed so he would be able to have the luxury of watching Carter get dressed in front of him. It was as if he couldn't get enough of seeing or touching Carter's body. But, Carter had put an end to the touching part - his time was over. Mark was half afraid that Carter would be leaving this hotel room and going to service another customer. Thinking that made Mark realize once again that Carter was working as a male prostitute. It still shocked him as much now as it had when he first realized that Carter was J.T. and his whore for two hours.
"Can I ask you a question?" he suddenly asked.
Carter pulled on his jeans and looked up. "Sure."
"Why are you doing this? Working as a male prostitute, I mean."
Carter shrugged as he zipped up his pants. "I dunno. It's as good a way as any to get extra money, I guess."
"So, you're doing this for extra money? And that's it?"
"You want the truth, right?" Carter asked, a hint of exasperation in his voice.
"Yeah, I think I deserve that much."
"I do it because I like having sex with strangers. One day I figured, why give it away for free? I can have as much sex as I want and get paid for it. So, that's what I decided to do."
"So, basically you're saying that you went from being a slut to being a whore?"
"Exactly." Carter pulled his shirt on, then stepped into his shoes. "Well, I hope that this time met your expectations," he sent a forced smile Mark's way.
Despite his exasperation with Carter, Mark couldn't help but grin. "Oh yes. My expectations were met and exceeded."
"Good. So long, Mark."
"Good night, Carter."
"J.T."
Mark rolled his eyes. "Whoever. Good night."
Carter left the room, deciding to take the stairs. He didn't want to be stuck in the hallway waiting for an elevator only to have Mark join him there. At the bottom of the steps, he reached into his pocket and stared at it. When Roger had handed it to him, he had no idea that "Mark, room 248, Chicago Arms Hotel" would be Mark Greene. He still wasn't sure how he felt about that fact that it was. Still, he couldn't keep from smiling as he headed back to Roger's place to change clothes before heading home for the night.