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makinglies2014-06-25 09:50 am
fallenstar) wrote in makinglies2014-06-25 09:50 am
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Pretty Woman
There were still dying ribbons of pink resting on the horizon when Jet settled in against the outside wall of the strip club. He could hear the bustle and voices of customers coming in for the night around the corner but didn't bother to look. He didn't care.
One, two, cigarettes and two other people stepped into the mouth of the alley. The shorter one turned to face the taller one and wrapped his arms behind their neck to pull the taller man into an intense kiss. They exchanged a few words, the shorter man kissed his friend again then saluted as he turned into the alley and walked up towards Jet.
The red head watched as the taller shadow seemed to hesitate a moment before finally leaving, then turned his attention to the man who'd settled in beside him with his own cig.
"Thought we agreed you weren't gonna hang around out here by yourself anymore."
Jet shrugged. "No one's really around yet. Besides, I got done with my stuff early and decided heading over was easier than hanging around."
Bucky didn't say anything to that, just gave a mildly irritated grunt and worked at the stick in his mouth instead. They were better at silence when it came to those heavier issues like why Jet wasn't supposed to hang around on his own.
Jet wasn't like Bucky, he didn't pack as much punch on his own, though he did have his height. Beyond that, Bucky had Steve who never failed to walk the brunette to and from work like an overprotective watchdog. Jet had been present for the arguments that had ensued about Bucky feeling like Steve didn't trust him to take care of himself, but those arguments had stopped after one night when a customer had gotten really handsy with Buck -more than any other customer before- and after the night when Bucky had found Jet behind the club after that one guy went too far.
That had been over a year ago and where Jet lacked a body-builder-esk boyfriend, he had his own methods of protection. It wasn't even really that he wanted a boyfriend like Steve, he had his classes and his job and plenty of things that made having a boyfriend difficult, but he'd be lying if he said the idea of having someone care that much about him didn't sound appealing.
Too bad he was a stripper and guys like Steve didn't come out of the woodwork very often.
"Come on, we should head in and get ready. You know Jackson hates it when we smell of smoke."
Jet nodded and stomped out the butt of the cig before leading the way through the back entrance and into the backrooms.
One, two, cigarettes and two other people stepped into the mouth of the alley. The shorter one turned to face the taller one and wrapped his arms behind their neck to pull the taller man into an intense kiss. They exchanged a few words, the shorter man kissed his friend again then saluted as he turned into the alley and walked up towards Jet.
The red head watched as the taller shadow seemed to hesitate a moment before finally leaving, then turned his attention to the man who'd settled in beside him with his own cig.
"Thought we agreed you weren't gonna hang around out here by yourself anymore."
Jet shrugged. "No one's really around yet. Besides, I got done with my stuff early and decided heading over was easier than hanging around."
Bucky didn't say anything to that, just gave a mildly irritated grunt and worked at the stick in his mouth instead. They were better at silence when it came to those heavier issues like why Jet wasn't supposed to hang around on his own.
Jet wasn't like Bucky, he didn't pack as much punch on his own, though he did have his height. Beyond that, Bucky had Steve who never failed to walk the brunette to and from work like an overprotective watchdog. Jet had been present for the arguments that had ensued about Bucky feeling like Steve didn't trust him to take care of himself, but those arguments had stopped after one night when a customer had gotten really handsy with Buck -more than any other customer before- and after the night when Bucky had found Jet behind the club after that one guy went too far.
That had been over a year ago and where Jet lacked a body-builder-esk boyfriend, he had his own methods of protection. It wasn't even really that he wanted a boyfriend like Steve, he had his classes and his job and plenty of things that made having a boyfriend difficult, but he'd be lying if he said the idea of having someone care that much about him didn't sound appealing.
Too bad he was a stripper and guys like Steve didn't come out of the woodwork very often.
"Come on, we should head in and get ready. You know Jackson hates it when we smell of smoke."
Jet nodded and stomped out the butt of the cig before leading the way through the back entrance and into the backrooms.
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Someone who wrote music like that surely wouldn't be the kind of person Bucky feared he was.
"Event-wise, my week was pretty boring. Just a lot of school and dance practice and work. Even work was kind of slow, a lot of the regulars didn't come in for one reason or another, but it'll probably pick up come Saturday, it always does." People got paid on Friday and then came in with their ones and fives to see the show.
...and talking about his stripper job probably wasn't earning him any points. Then again, if Bucky was right, his stripper job was what got him here and if he wasn't...well, he'd just have to see. It wasn't like Albert hadn't asked.
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It's easy to stop it when Jet talks about his job. It's not that he looks down on strippers as a rule; a job is a job, especially in this economy, and sex certainly sells, but the idea of other people - other men - leering at Jet while he winds himself around a pole is less than appealing. In fact, it makes him want to protect the man across from him more than anything but despite their age differences, Jet's still his own man and Albert doesn't want to step on his toes in any way, shape, or form.
"I can imagine," that's innocuous enough, right? Where the hell is that waiter?