[ a.n / idc what anyone says i absolutely love this idea, it's SO. . . REALISTIC? realistically messed up, but i love angsty, fucked up stories, there's nothing wrong with me dw lol. i don't think this one will appeal well to the audience but,,,, , , ,, , , ,, , ,,  , , ,,, i'll do it anyway. Free is 19 years old, and the reader is,, 18 or 19, or whatever age you want, honestly. ]

The city that never sleeps, New York. Day time is full of hustle and bustle, of students getting to school and adults getting to work. Night time, the few rebellious ones hitch in the back alley, or hit the strip club, and any bar they would be allowed in. After over stressing at the Raging Bulls, Theodore pretended to take on the role of an irresponsible father and brought out his star members to a underground club.

Now, Joshua was most comfortable with the idea, in fact, he said he'd been in this exact club many times before. With many beautiful women, makes sense, right? Trad took his word for it, Free on the other hand - silently doubted the Bollywood star's claims. With that being said, as soon as one of the women approached the actor, Joshua tensed up immediately.

"So much for all that confidence." Trad scoffed, sitting at the bar table beside the blonde male. Free just swirled the ice in his drink around, having barely taken any sips. The two teens watched over at Joshua who struggled to keep up with the constant touches of pretty mature women. Although, after all while, and a few drinks, he loosened up - but this isn't his story. It's Free's.

"Aren't you drinking?"

"This stuff tastes like shit." Free shot back immediately, as if it was obvious. His dark eyes stared right through the other male who only sighed in response.

"Of course, you hate enjoying yourself, Free." Trad jested, waving the bartender over and pointing over at Free's drink with a thumb. The man over the counter silently refilled the cup with his earlier choice of Jack and Coke.

Free hadn't exactly been happy in New York, not for a damn second. He was so utterly bored, he even hitched to the Zoo, just to look at caged animals, comparing them to himself. Caged down in this stupid city that never slept. He was home sick, but wouldn't admit it to save his life, he'd rather die. Trad noticed easily, it wasn't hard to tell Free was pissed off. Hopefully a night out would help, but it didn't look like that was going to happen.

"Free! Free-" Joshua managed to limp his way over, before immediately falling straight to the ground. The blonde male just stared at him with a parted mouth, as if to say 'what the fuck?' The actor slowly pulled himself up to his feet and poked between Trad and Free.

"Dude. Go home, you're drunk." Free didn't waste any time.

"No, no, I'm a grown ass man, I can do what I want." Joshua grimaced, waving a hand in dismissal. He smelled strongly of beer and vodka, not a good combination. Now if this idiot threw up? Then there's gonna be a problem. "Why aren't you having any fun. Here, let me a cut you a deal since you're my best buddy." Joshua placed a hand on Free's shoulder, which was swat away in a second.

"No thanks."

"I'll get you the sexiest girl here." The actor jabbed a finger over at the blonde, inches away from his face. If Free didn't know any better, he'd bite it off. "Look, look. Pick your favourite." Slowly, Joshua gestured over to the plethora of women. Pick your poison, as they say. Most were classic American girls, blonde hair and blue eyes. All dressed in over exposing clothes, lots of thighs and lots of cleavage, a man's dream. . .

"None are his type, don't bother." Trad had to resist the urge to roll his eyes and shove Joshua to the ground again. Damn kid was practically leaning on him for support, drunk people were a pain in the ass.

"Wait, wait. That one, that girl over there. The [h/c] haired one." Joshua nearly collapsed yet again, but Trad managed to grab onto him in the nick of time. "Free, go get her tiger."

"If you shut up, then I'll consider it." The golden boy hissed, taking a sip of his drink - suddenly realizing why he wasn't actually drinking it. Again. For a good five minutes, Joshua and Trad said nothing, but stared at Free scowling at his own order. Joshua was leaning all of his weight on the other male, but Trad had enough drinks to not really give a shit at this point.

Free got the hint though. Just to get his mind in some sort of a better state, he chugged down a bit more of his alcohol before standing up. Now, while you were innocently cleaning a table, the blonde shoved his hands in his pockets and nonchalantly approached you.

Honestly, if you could have gotten any other job - you'd have done it. Life in New York was ridiculously hard, almost impossible to get a job anywhere. Luckily you weren't exactly bad looking, so you managed to get a job here, but here of all places? Not the best option, but better than going broke and hungry on the streets. At least the tips were very generous. . .

You lifted your eyes up to the golden haired male staring down at you. Your eyebrows raised. His dark hues averted from you, to the back room in a split second. You immediately understood, this was one of the nonchalant ways to request a session. Pressing your lips together nervously, you nodded and gestured him to follow behind you. Obnoxious wolf whistles from drunk Joshua and Trad caused the blonde to let out an annoyed sigh.

"Your friends?" You looked over your shoulder to him.

"Hardly." His response came with a small smirk. At least he was interested in you. 

The back room was lit up in soft purple neon lights, supposedly sensual. Now, you had to turn your pretty act on. Backing the blonde up to the couch, you placed your hands on his shoulders and sat him down.

"What's someone like you doing here?" You muttered, batting your lashes flirtatiously. He didn't really seem to be the type of guy drunk at a bar, unlike his ridiculous friends back there.

"Would ask you the same thing. . ." He retorted, crossing his arms. "But I don't really care."

"Charming." You jested with a small giggle. Your hands trailed down his upper arms, and you slowly sat yourself down on his lap, facing him perfectly. Normally guys liked to see your cute face, but this one seemed to be a bit difficult in the process.

Free shuffled through his pocket for a moment, and pulled out his wallet. Without batting an eye, he pulled out an easy hundred dollar bill and shoved it down your top. . . How saucy.

". . . Excuse me?" You raised your brows. Not offended, just confused - this didn't exactly cost more than fifty. Especially just for one song?

"Knees."

"I don't-"

"Unless you want an angry customer." He stared right through you. This guy was serious. You stopped for a moment before obliging, moving off his lap and slowly lowering down to your knees. Normally you'd be met with tons of subs, but if anyone knew Free de la Hoya - they knew he was dominant in every way possible.

Your nimble fingers undid his belt, and pulled down the zipper of his jeans. Your palm rubbed against his clothed erection, he was rather large for a thin guy. Biting your lower lip nervously, you folded his boxers down and lowered your lips to his length. Your hand firmly but slowly rubbed at him, with a slight rotating technique. He was obviously waiting for you to use your mouth, but you just had to tease him a little longer.

Finally, you parted your lips and ran your tongue along the side, from the base to the tip, about three times. Then you started to push his member inside your mouth, wrapping your soft lips around him. Your eyes nestled shut, while you started sucking him off, covering his length with warm saliva. Your hand continued to rub at the base while you sucked at the top, until you felt his hands in your hair.

For the most part, it was gentle. Soothing, actually. His fingers combed through your silky locks of hair, and considerately kept it out of your way. Although, after a bit longer, Free started to get impatient. What you thought was a sweet gesture, became rough. He completely pushed your head down, shoving his member further down your throat. At this rate he was taking control of everything, forcing himself inside your mouth repeatedly.

You let out a few whimpers and wines, the vibrations of your voice making your work all the more pleasing, for him at least. A minute or so later, he finally reached his peak. You could barely taste his cum, with him being so far down your throat, barely anything got on your tongue. Although, you managed to swallow down everything.

When he let go of your hair, you immediately pulled back and tried to catch your breath. You were heaving.

"You must hate this job." Free scoffed, he was pretty much just making fun of you now. "You're good at it though."

". . . Thank you?" You breathed out, wiping your chin with the back of your hand. Free reached out a hand and pat your head before standing up and closing up his jeans.

"You'll make a lot more money if you just stick with me, honestly."

". . . What do you mean?"

He gave you a small smile.