"J.T. - It's Not Easy Doing Greene, Part 4
By: Cathy and Melissa
This night was a reversal of the other. This time, it was Mark who was wide awake as Carter slept on his shoulder. He was so acutely aware of all of the places where their bodies were touching. He could feel Carter's soft breath blow across the hair on his chest, feel the weight of Carter's leg as it lay over his own legs. Feel the hardness of Carter's body as it lay tight against his own And the silky softness of his cock as it nestled against his hip. Mark sighed as he remembered the evening they had spent together -- he had certainly driven Carter wild with desire. Not wild enough to make him beg to be fucked as he had hoped, but wild enough to completely sap his strength. After the fourth time that Carter came from his attentions, Carter had simply fallen asleep. Not even a mention of being tired. One minute Carter was crying out as he came and the next thing Mark knew, he was licking a sleeping man.
Mark raised his head to look at the clock. In ten minutes, his time would be up. Would Carter stay if he asked him? There was only one way to find out, and that was to ask him. But, first, he would have to awaken his sleeping beauty. With a smile on his face, Mark let his hand drift down over Carter's hip and dip under his ass, once more finding that tight opening. He slowly slipped his finger inside, wondering just how long it would take before Carter woke up and realized what was being done to him.
Carter was having the most erotic dream. He was hard, almost painfully so, but Mark wasn't touching his cock. Instead he was slowly stroking his prostate gland. Carter moaned as wave after wave of pleasure emanated from there as a result of the incessant stroking. And then Mark's finger swelled, becoming as large as Mark's cock. Oh, yes. He was finally fucking him. Carter whimpered as Mark plunged deeper and deeper into his body, and he lifted his hips towards Mark, wanting to bring him in even deeper. Needing to have him as far inside of his body as was humanly possible. He heard Mark laugh and then he realized that it wasn't all a dream. He was bucking his hips, but not toward Mark's cock, but onto Mark's fingers. Just as he had done earlier that evening.
"Hello, sleepy head," Mark dropped a kiss on his chin, then wriggled his fingers.
"God, don't stop," Carter's voice was hoarse.
"I wish I didn't have to, but our time here is ended. It's almost ten."
Carter looked over at the clock and confirmed that Mark was right. He had to leave in ten minutes.
Mark withdrew his fingers and Carter sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He didn't want to leave Mark tonight. He wished that Mark would ask him to stay. And even more than that, he wished that he could say yes if Mark did. But, Roger was still a little pissed off with him over canceling his second appointment last time and he had made it clear that he wouldn't have a repeat of that tonight. So, like it or not, he had to leave.
"Do you remember where my clothes are?"
"Living room," Mark replied. He watched as Carter walked away from him. God, but he looked good from behind. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweatpants, then followed Carter to the living room.
"You don't have to go. You could stay overnight. I promise I won't tell anyone." Mark said, hoping he didn't sound pleading. It had felt so good to have Carter sleeping beside him in his bed and he wanted more of that.
"I can't. I wish I could, but I can't. For one thing, Roger gets bent out of shape if we don't get back by a certain time."
"Back to where?"
"It's an apartment, but I guess you could call it the office since it's where the business is run. Roger doesn't live there. As far as I know, no one lives there."
"Oh. And he makes you come back after every appointment?"
Carter nodded as he zipped up his jeans. "If we can't return, then we have to call him. He's pretty strict about things like that."
"I guess that's a good thing." Mark could certainly see the merits of having employees check in on a regular basis. Especially in this business. "You said that was one thing. What's the other?"
"I'm expected to be somewhere else tonight." Carter matter of factly replied. He had been pulling on his T-shirt when he spoke, so he missed the look of anger and hurt that had passed over Mark's face.
"Somewhere else as in Kerry's, or somewhere else as in another job?"
"You know what I am, Mark. You know what I do."
"Yeah, I know what you are. You should get going or else you might be late. I don't want you getting in any trouble with your pimp." Mark turned around and walked back to his bedroom. He knew that Carter would make sure the door was locked behind him as he left. Damn! How could he have been so stupid as to think that he was Carter's only customer? He had lost track of the fact that Carter was working as a prostitute. He had been so blind. So fucking blind. He laughed bitterly at that realization, but it was true. He had been so intent on trying to get to fuck Carter that he had forgotten that Carter was a whore. Not that Carter hadn't done his best to remind him of that fact.
Carter paused at the door. He wanted to go to Mark and tell him good bye properly, but Mark had made it plain that he wanted him to leave. So, he opened the door, made sure it would lock behind him, then stepped into the hallway. One of Mark's neighbors passed by him in the hallway, he recognized the person -- he had passed him by the night he had stood in this hallway trying on the robe that Susan Lewis had given him one Christmas. He wondered if the man recognized him as the crazy guy in the robe? He hoped not. He made sure he had enough money for his fare, then headed out to the El station. There was no need to dwell on the fact that he didn't want to go to another customer tonight. As Roger had reminded him earlier, he had a job to do and Roger expected him to do his job well. No excuses.
Feeling very glad that he had the next day off from both jobs, Carter rang the doorbell and waited for Roger or one of the other guys to answer it. He found himself deciding that he wouldn't shower -- if he had to go to another man tonight, then he wanted to do so with the smell of Mark still on his skin. But, he wanted to change clothes. He always wanted to change clothes between jobs because he always felt dirty once he was done. He didn't even want to begin to think about why he didn't feel dirty when he was done with Mark. But, habits were hard to break, so he would change clothing.
The door opened and Carter was admitted to the apartment. It was a medium sized place. Two bedrooms, two full baths. A fully stocked kitchen and a wide screen t.v. in the living room. A couple of guys were sprawled on the plush sofa, watching some mindless video. Relaxing, recharging their batteries, whatever. Roger didn't tolerate drug use amongst him employees, nor heavy drinking. So, there wasn't anything stronger than beer in the kitchen, and Roger doled that out personally. If he thought you had imbibed too much already, then you weren't going to get more.
The dining room held a large table, with enough room for eight people to sit at the same time and eat. Roger made sure that they were fed. He said that having his employees pass out due to hunger wasn't good for the image of the company. Roger's desk sat in the far corner of the living room. It held a computer with all their schedules on it, and two phones and answering machines.
Roger didn't live here. As far as Carter knew, no one knew where Roger lived. Well, there was one guy who might know, Billy. According to rumor, Billy was Roger's boyfriend. Neither man would confirm or deny that rumor. Carter shared a room with Billy, so to speak, and he had never heard Billy say anything about Roger. He found himself wondering if it really was possible to be involved with your boss and keep it from your co-workers? He was always on guard at work now, afraid that Mark would say or do something that would let everyone know that they had been having sex.
Carter waved to Roger, who was on the phone, then he went to his assigned bedroom to change. The two bedrooms were laid out the same: two twin beds, nightstand, one lamp, one clock with an alarm. The rest of the room held chest of drawers. Each employee was assigned two drawers for his clothing and the beds were there in case an employee needed to rest or found himself needing a place to crash for a day or two. Each guy was responsible for laundering his own clothing. Since Roger had also installed a washer and dryer in the place, a guy could do laundry there or else take it home. Carter never wanted to spend more time than was absolutely necessary at the apartment, so he took his home. If Kerry was home, then he took his jeans and T-shirts to the local Laundromat. If she wasn't home, then he used her washer and dryer.
Carter was tugging on a clean pair of jeans when the door opened and Billy came in, a towel wrapped around his waist. He was drying his hair with another towel, and he didn't see Carter at first. When he did, he grinned at him.
"How's it going, J.T.?"
"All right. How are you?"
"Pretty good, all things considered."
Carter didn't ask what that meant. He saw it for himself when Billy dropped the towel so he could get dressed. He had welts, some wide and some narrow, all over his ass. Carter almost found himself wishing that he was the one covered with welts. He had discovered that he liked being spanked and wouldn't turn down any customer who asked to do that to him.
Billy grimaced as he pulled his pants on.
"Did Roger put anything on those?" Carter asked, fighting back the urge to give Billy a proper examination. However, he had checked out the first aid kit and knew that Roger took their safety seriously.
"Yeah. But, that's one customer that's banned for life."
"Banned?" Roger saved banning for the worst customers -- those who beat up his employees -- or worse.
"Yeah. It was just supposed to a simple suck and fuck job, and he asked if he could tie my hands behind my back. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and I've been with him before, so I said sure. Next thing I know, he's got me bent over his dining room table and hitting me with his belt." Billy shook his head. "You never know who you can trust, J.T., and that's going to get you in some serious trouble one of these days."
"What do you mean?" Carter asked as he selected a black T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
"You and your "I don't let men fuck me" line. You've been lucky so far that no one has pushed you on that. But, one of these days, J.T., some trick is going to make you trust him and the next thing you know, he's going to be fucking you no matter what you say about it. And let me tell you something else, almost all of our customers assume we've done it all, so when this guy does you, he won't be gentle. You'd be better off to ask Roger to set you up with a customer who wants to take a virgin and get it over with."
"Thanks for the concern, Billy, but I'm not afraid of some theoretical customer raping me. Roger only wants me to change my mind so that he can make more money."
"That's true, too. You've only been working for him for a couple of months, but you're one of the most requested guys, J.T. The customers like you. A lot of them have called back to ask if there were any way possible to get to fuck you. A few have offered extra money to be the first for you."
"I don't need extra money." Carter stepped into his boat shoes, then shoved his other clothes into the laundry bag in the closet.
"J.T.," Billy began, and Carter was surprised to a see a slight blush on the man's face, "there are a lot of guys here who would be more then willing to be your first. Me, included."
"You? But, I thought that...never mind."
Billy grinned. "You thought that I was Roger's boyfriend? A lot of the guys seem to think that, don't they?"
"It's just a rumor. I shouldn't have said anything, Billy. I'm sorry."
"You see, J.T.? That's one of the things that makes you so special. One of the reasons every guy sitting out there right now would jump at the chance to pleasure you. You're just so damn nice. Apologizing when talking about work. Jeez, J.T., do you think we don't all know that we're whores?" Billy laughed.
Carter felt himself redden, but not with embarrassment. It was with shame. He just didn't know if it was shame for himself or shame for Billy.
"I've got to check in with Roger. Do you have any more appointments tonight?"
"One. I heard that Roger sent you out once already with a repeat customer. That this was your third time with him. You must have made quite an impression on this trick."
Carter couldn't keep from smiling as he thought about Mark. "He's made an impression on me, that's for sure."
Billy was suddenly serious as he stepped in front of the door to keep Carter from leaving. "Don't fall for your tricks, J.T. You'll only get your heart broken."
"I'm not falling for him, Billy. Don't worry about that," Carter assured him. As Billy stood aside and Carter went to the living room, he thought about how he had only half lied. He wasn't falling for Mark -- he had already fallen for him.
Roger was now off of the phone and he smiled at him as he waved him over.
"I take it that things went well this evening?"
Carter tried to keep from blushing as his mind was inundated with images of all that he and Mark had done. "Yes."
Roger grinned, then handed him a piece of paper. "Your next assignment, provided you feel up to it." His tone of voice told Carter that he had better feel up to it.
"It'll be no problem." Carter looked down at the paper. He was to meet with Walter at eleven p.m. for two hours. Room 548, Hilton Hotel. And there would be another man there. No big deal, he thought. He had handled multiples before. Although usually, it was one customer asking for two guys so he or she -- there had been a female customer or two -- could watch the two of them doing each other.
"Can you handle it? There will be a little light S&M, but they've been told your rule and agree to it."
Carter nodded. "It shouldn't be a problem." Light S&M meant a spanking at the very least. Suddenly he didn't feel jealous about Billy getting spanked. He would have his chance to feel the bite of a belt or whip. Glancing at his watch, he saw that he had thirty minutes to get to the hotel. "I had better get going. Do you want me to come back here afterwards?"
"That depends on how tired you are by then. If you aren't tired, then come back. If you are, then call."
"Okay." Carter left for his next assignment.
The next morning, Mark was up early. He had a full day planned and he needed an early start. First, he had clothes to drop off at the cleaners, then he needed to do some light grocery shopping. Then he would be heading over to Loretta Sweet's place to pick up her and kids for a day at the Zoo. Usually, he only took the kids out, but there were times when he included Loretta as well. The first time he had done that, the kids had peppered him with questions about when he was going to marry their mother. He explained, very carefully, that he was just a friend of their mother and their friend as well. They had nodded, looking serious. When he picked them up for their next outing, Loretta informed him that they had been asking her when she and Doctor Mark were going to get married. Thankfully, the kids had finally gotten the idea that there was nothing going on between him and Loretta. Mark scooped up his clothes, then headed for the cleaners. He thought that if he got the kids and Loretta home by five, then he would have time to spend with Carter in the evening. He would certainly call him once he was home later, that was for sure.
Carter practically pounced on the phone when it rang, hoping it was Mark. It wasn't. It was Roger.
"Hey, J.T., I've got a business proposition for you."
"It's my day off, Roger."
"I know that. But, those two guys you were with last night want to know if they can see you again tonight. If you have other plans already, then I can get one of the other guys to take the job."
"I don't have any other plans." Carter looked up at the clock. It was almost five in the evening and he hadn't heard one word from Mark. If Mark had wanted to spend any time with him, with Carter, then he would certainly have called by now. The other nights they had hung out together, Mark had called pretty early to ask him. But, there still was the possibility that he might still call. Carter just wasn't sure that he wanted to spend his evening sitting around waiting to see if Mark would call him. "I'll take it, Roger. When?"
"6:30, same hotel as last night."
If Carter left now, he could get to the company apartment and change in plenty of time. "I'll be right there."
"Thanks, J.T."
"Don't mention it." Carter hung up, hastily wrote Kerry a note saying he was going out for the night, then left.
Mark checked his watch as he held the receiver up to his ear and listened to the phone ring at Kerry and Carter's house. It was a little bit after five and Mark thought one or the both of them should be home. He knew Carter had the entire day and night off and Kerry was supposed to get off from work at four. So, why wasn't anybody answering the damn telephone? As the answering machine kicked in he hung up. He didn't want to leave a message. He wanted to talk to Carter, to hear the barely concealed laughter in his voice as he told him that he could meet him somewhere tonight, or come over to Mark's place to hang out. What Mark really wanted though was to hear Carter's voice all low and husky as he asked him if he liked what he was doing to him as his tongue left a trail of fire over his body. But, that probably wouldn't happen tonight. Mark finally decided that Carter had probably stepped out to run an errand or two. He would just wait a little bit longer, then call again. Carter would most likely be home by then.
He sat on the couch and turned on the t.v., looking for something to occupy his time while he waited. Nothing caught his attention though and he soon found himself remembering the conversation he had had with Loretta while they were at the Zoo. The kids had wanted to go into the Reptile House, but Loretta had refused to go inside. Mark offered to sit with her while the kids went in.
"I'm having a really great time today, Mark. Thanks for asking me to come along."
"Hey, you need to get out of the house every now and then, too."
She smiled up at him. "The kids look forward to seeing you, Mark. You're Jimmy's role model you know."
Mark wondered if he would be a suitable role model for Jimmy if Loretta knew he was bisexual, maybe even gay. "Loretta?"
"Yeah, doc?"
"Can I ask you a question? A personal question about the work you used to do?"
"You mean when I was turning tricks? Sure. Fire away."
"Did you ever kiss a customer?"
She laughed, "Hell, no. Prostitutes don't kiss the tricks."
"Why not?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment. "They're out there selling their bodies, Mark. Some of them have good reasons and some of them have stupid reasons. But, the one thing they all have in common is that they want to save some part of themselves for the someone who means something to them. If you never kiss a trick, then you can save your kisses for your husband or boyfriend, or the elusive someone yet to appear in your future -- your kisses are the last thing you have that someone can't buy."
Mark nodded. "I think I understand that. So, if a prostitute did kiss you, then that would mean a lot, right?"
She looked over at him, a concerned look in her eyes. "Yeah. It probably would. Mark? You haven't gotten yourself mixed up with a street walker have you?"
"No. He doesn't work the streets." He hoped she wasn't going to freak out on him over that admission.
"I see. A high price guy, huh?"
"I guess. I'm not too familiar with the going prices."
"How much does he cost you?"
"Two fifty an hour."
"That's not cheap. Not the most expensive either, but not cheap. Do you love him?"
He nodded. "Yeah. And I want him to quit."
She laughed. "Good luck. If he doesn't want to, then there won't be anything you can do or say that will make him quit. Still, if you love him, then he must be a pretty special guy."
"He is. He's practically a virgin, too."
She laughed, "Excuse me? He's working as a prostitute and practically a virgin?"
"He doesn't let men fu...do him."
"Oh, I see. And his boss lets him get away with that?"
"When I made my first appointment with him, his boss let me know that I wasn't to do anything like that with J.T."
"I see. Let me see if I'm right - he works for Companions, Inc., right?"
Mark smiled as he nodded. "How'd you guess?"
"Roger is the only guy I know who would not only let one of his workers get away with saying that but also enforce it. If your J.T. is working for Roger, then he's working for a pretty decent guy. I used to wish that Roger would pimp for women, but he only stables guys."
"I'll take that as a glowing recommendation."
She laughed again. "I wouldn't go that far, Mark. A whore is still a whore, and a pimp is still a pimp, no matter how nicely he treats his whores. Here come the kids."
Mark sighed. Carter had definitely let him kiss him last night. If what Loretta said was true, then that had to mean something, right? He checked the time and saw it was almost five thirty. Time to see if he could reach Carter.
This time, the phone was answered. It was Kerry though, who told him that Carter had not been there when she got home, but had left a note. He would be out for the night and had no idea when he would be coming home. She seemed surprised that Carter wasn't at his apartment. Mark thanked her, then hung up, wondering where Carter had gone. Could he have decided to work tonight after all? God, he would drive himself crazy if he kept thinking about that. He had to find something to do to keep his mind off of Carter and his other job. Something to keep from imaging Carter doing things with other men that he should only be doing with him. His gaze fell on the computer and he impulsively decided that he would surf the Internet. It had to be better than sitting here and worrying about someone over whom he had no control, right?
An hour later, Mark was walking through the doors of a gay bar. He had known there were gay bars in Chicago -- Hell, there were gay bars in just about every city, right? So there certainly had to be some in Chicago. He didn't know why, but while on the computer he had found himself doing an internet search for gay bars and had gotten a few hits for Chicago. He then decided that it was time to broaden his horizons and visit one. He had no intention of allowing himself to get picked up and he sure as Hell didn't want to pick up another guy. There was only one guy for him and he was no where in sight. Would Carter freak out if he brought him to a gay bar? Probably, unless he brought him to one while he was working as J.T.
He found an empty bar stool and ordered a beer, then turned around to check out the place. He had certainly not imagined that they would be showing gay porn videos on the television screens above the bar. He grinned as he recognized the video as being the one he had recently bought. The rest of the place wasn't so bad. Sure, there were a few guys kissing each other and some of the men dancing seemed to be getting pretty physical with each other, but other than that it wasn't so bad. Suddenly he found himself choking on his beer as his gaze stumbled across a guy sitting over at a corner table, looking oblivious to all around him as another guy knelt on the floor and sucked his cock.
A hand slapped him on the back until he could finally breathe with ease.
"Thanks." Mark set the beer on the counter, deciding that he had definitely had enough of the beer. And maybe enough of seeing what was going on around him.
The man grinned at him. "First time, huh?"
"Yeah. I had no idea what went on in a place like this."
"Actually, this place is pretty mild. Now, there's this one bar I go to from time to time, you go there and you'll see a lot that you won't see here."
"I think I've seen plenty already."
They both laughed, then the guy elbowed him in the ribs. "Take a look at that guy over there. The young guy that's getting up from the table. I've seen him in that bar I was talking about. He's hot, isn't he?"
Mark followed the other man's gaze, then felt his mouth go dry. The man was talking about Carter. His Carter. Mark watched as a large man led Carter by the hand out to the dance floor just as a slow and sultry song began to play. Oh, he couldn't watch that. No way. He looked back over to the table where Carter had been sitting and noticed that a third man was sitting there, a smile on his face as he watched Carter and the older man -- Mark could now see that he was older -- danced. Despite his apprehension, Mark couldn't keep his gaze away from Carter. Sweet Jesus in Heaven, that man now had his hands firmly planted on Carter's ass and was pulling him close. Carter was now nuzzling at the bald man's throat and his hand was caressing the man's ass.
"He puts on quite a show, doesn't he?" the guy beside Mark asked, his eyes bright with interest as he watched Carter and the old, bald guy getting way too intimate with each other. Shit, they were grinding their cocks into each other now. He just couldn't handle this anymore. Finding himself torn between rushing out there and grabbing Carter and dragging him kicking and screaming out the front door and slinking out unseen, Mark finally chose the latter course of action. For one thing, Carter's apparent customer was a very muscular man, even if he was old and bald. And there was another guy seated at the table. Was he also a customer? If he was, and they took exception to him trying to remove Carter from the bar, then there wouldn't be much Mark could do to defend himself, and he was sure that Carter wouldn't just walk out with him, no questions asked. Damn him.
As he sat there, lost in indecision, the third man got up from the table and joined Carter and his other date out on the dance floor. He walked up behind Carter and held on to him from behind, grinding their hips together. Then, as one hand remained on Carter's hip, the second stroked his face, finally stopping at his lips. He stuck one finger in Carter's mouth, and whispered in his ear. Carter started to suck the man's finger, his eyes closed, as the older man stroked his throat. The two men had their hands all over Carter, even inside his shirt, and it was killing Mark to watch. Watch he did though - it was as if he were hypnotized.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the three men returned to their table. The younger, dark-haired man pulled Carter closer, nuzzling his neck while one hand found its way into Carter's lap. The older, bald man smiled, obviously enjoying the show, then roughly pulled Carter closer to him for the same treatment. They were treating him like a rag doll. Mark wanted to tear his eyes away, but some twisted urge made him keep looking. And he was not sure if that urge turned out to be a good thing or a bad thing, because when, in a moment, Carter sat upright again, Mark could see that the expression in his eyes was dull and lifeless. Carter was never like that when he was with him. Not since the first part of that first night when they had sex. It was, as Mark called it, his J.T. expression. No interest, no life, no nothing. Definitely no Carter within those eyes. And while one part of Mark was thrilled that Carter didn't behave around his customers the way he did around him, there was another part of him that was so sad that Carter was spending half of his life simply existing. Again, he had the urge to walk over there and haul his ass out the door, but he fought that down. Turning his face aside, he walked out into the summer night.
ADDITIONAL DISCLAIMER: The large, old, bald man and the younger dark-haired man don't belong to us. They belong to Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox and 1013 Productions. No infringement of their copyright is intended.