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Backstage of On the Spot, Roosters strip joint, the stage manager Jon had allowed them to turn on the TV as footage from tonight’s heist played. FAKE AH crew, in another daring escapade that had one strippers heart in his mouth, Jeremy watching as Vagabond crawled out of a moving truck and onto its roof with a rocket launcher. No expression on that dead black mask, as he carefully balanced and pointed the weapon at the cars following.
The explosion happened then cut back to the newsroom, the news helicopter having to retreat or risk being blasted themselves.
“Honoured Guests! He’s a whole load of energy in one small sexy package! On The Spot is proud to present… Rimmy TIM!” Jon announced and the first strains of ‘I like it heavy’ started up with its electric guitar and the backtrack of claps whipping up the crowd. Jeremy cursed, that was his cue and he tore his eyes away from the tv towards the stage, his hair Orange and his tight Booty shorts were as well but his torso and shoulders were covered in Purple glitter. He wore a purple fedora and purple lined with orange vest that were there only to lose.
He took up his position behind the curtain pushing all thoughts away and let the beat take control, shaking his hips to the claps and mouthed along with song as he waited for the Curtain cue. “I see the good in the bad and the ugly…” he sung softly then pulled a grin on as the curtains started to open, the tell-tale On The Spot, spotlight, lighting him up and making his chest glitter. He had his head tilted forward, the hat covering his eyes, one hand on his brim, the other on a hip.
I need the volume louder than ten
It sounded like a packed house which was only good for him, the more tips he made the less the bosses came down on him, and to rile up the crowd he took the hand from his hip and wiggled his fingers in a beckoning motion that had the shouts of his stage name grow louder and the music increase. He stayed there teasingly, letting them all take him in only his hand moving, slowly going up and at the word red, he was pointing straight up the shouts ringing in his ears now.
He knew his routine well, and as the next lines played he shook his hand in time with the beat and now his legs were swaying too, going down slowly still not looking to the crowd until the drum hit that double tap and he bounced up, taking a stride forward and grinning like the demon the song sung of. He scanned the crowd but he didn’t let himself consciously be disappointed not to see his favourite customer, still no doubt busy.
He walked strutted around the stage to the beat, and the edge of it turning back to the curtains and swaying down again, hands running down his own sides and over his thighs, bouncing to the beat for two hits then he was up again and moving, now to the side of the stage and he was down on his knees at the line, tracing a hand over a random man’s face, drawing him up then with a wicked grin, shoving him away as he twisted up to his feet, showing his ass in those tight, tight pants listening to them all howl for him.
He made it back to the pole in time to put it to his back, grabbing it above him and below as the Beat hit heavy and the crowd screamed along with him, “Hallelujah Motherfucker take me Church!” He dropped hard and bounced up, throwing a leg up in a kick that hand hit clear over his own head and when his foot hit the stage he spun, still holding the pole but with it to his chest now and threw his hat out into the crowd with a spin to it as he grinded against the metal rod like a lover.
Jeremy wouldn’t say he loved his job, but fuck he was good at it.
He mussed a hand through his curls as he grinded, tipping his torso back, arching his back, only the hand around the pole and the fact it was between his thighs stopped him from falling. He lifted a leg, as he ran his hand over his chest, pulling his vest down his arm and shrugging it off. At the next screamed line, he spun around the pole, lifting both legs and only the strength of his arm kept him up as he twirled, the vest coming right off and into to the floor.
He moved with the music, his body knew how to move and he trusted it, the pole set into the rounded spot stage his partner and he rocked around it, eyes closing as he ran hands over himself, over his ass, spreading his knees and showing the inside of his thighs, his Rooster logo tatto just visible under all that fabric, straining around his muscles covered by sweet soft little rolls around the hemline.
At the second chorus Jeremy was bouncing before one of the front rowers, letting a hand squeeze his hips for themselves while Jeremys hands were in the customers hair, when he saw him. Vagabond. Skull masked, jacket dark with soot, blood or oil, it was hard to tell in this light and a duffle over his shoulder. Jeremy’s breath caught and he rocked his hips forward then he was pushing away from his customer to get back at the pole.
He had to turn to show his back and ass to the crowd, bobbing down, running a hand over his own spine and thus lost sight of vagabond. He hoped his favourite customer was watching as he gripped the fabric between his cheeks firmly. When he came up, throwing his ass out towards the crowd, the pants came away in his hands as they were designed to do revealing a sinful strip of orange fabric across the top of his crack and a purple string running down to disappear between the cleft of his cheeks.
The crowd roared and Jeremy looked over his shoulder and couldn’t see vagabond over the hands in the air and the catcalls and hoots coming from men and women alike. He bit back his disappointment and he moved to finish his set, shaking hips to the beat again as he wrapped himself around the pole once more, the piece of purple lined orange fabric all what was between him and the metal, his thong not really protection at all from the eyes that were on him.
The last chorus was belting out and here was when he was meant to jump, grab high and spin down with only his leg wrapped around the pole, but as he was yelling the words a hand caught his and yanked him back off the stage into strong smoky smelling arms and Jeremy had a brief look at the Skull mask coming up revealing red and black painted face before he was being kissed messy to the whoops of the crowd.
“Bought and paid for loyal customers! Give it up for the Irresistible Rimmy TIM!” Jon’s voice announced over the fading music and the crowd begging to touch him too, but while he was claimed by The Vagabond, no straying hand brushed any part of his skin. No hand except the gloves of Vagabond, as his tongue invaded Jeremys mouth so did his fingers brush over his pecs and wrap around his stomach to squeeze his side.
As sudden as the possessive kiss was, it was over, Vagabond shoving him back up onto the stage and walking away with mask back in place as Jeremy got up to laughing and calls from his knees. He fixed a smile to his face and walked on rapidly steading legs past Miles who had just started his routine, careful not to get in his way before he could get behind the curtain. Once there once again he was grabbed, this time by his manager and around his chin, pulling him to his toes for a quick sucking lips kind of kiss.
“Oh you beautiful boy you!” Jon praised him and didn’t let him go but stop pulling up so he could get on flat feet again, “You have any idea Vagabond just paid to have you right now?”
“ah-“
“A lot Jeremy, A-Lot! So go clean yourself up ASAP, and prep yourself double time because he’s paid for the rest of your night and in cash.” Jon was practically drooling with greed and he pushed Jeremy towards the showers, smacking his ass for good measure and biting his own lip with a appreciative grunt, “Love that ass Lil’J!” He called after him happily then spun on his heel to start clapping his hands at the other dancers, chiding the next one into being ready when miles came down.
Jeremy rushed into the showers, knowing Vagabond didn’t like all that glitter, he liked clean fresh skin ready to mark for himself. He scrubbed down with one hand and with the other he wiggled out of his thong, one of many and brushed fingers over his own entrance, taking Jon at his word to be quick. Soon the shower was fogged from the heat of water and body, Jeremy panting as he made himself open and his scrubbing became caresses, imagining soon how it won’t be his own hands on his body but Vagabonds.
“Jeremy? Dude your still here?” Miles voice cut through the fog in his Brain and whipped his hands out of himself and off his chest to behind his back. He paled when he really understood miles was there for a shower because it meant he had taken longer than he needed too. Miles widened eyes at him and pointed, “Dude vagabonds in Room 2, fucking go man, I’ll tidy up here for you.”
Jeremy didn’t need telling twice.
He rushed into the dressing room, ignoring Kyle completely to go to his section of the wardrobe. Vagabond loved tear away clothes he had learnt since becoming vagabonds favourite and after that kiss tonight, something Vagabond had never done, he knew he’d need something quick to shed. He was starting to panic when Kyle took mercy.
“lubes there, you work, I’ll dress.” He said firmly and Jeremy breathed a relieved sigh.
“Thanks so fucking much.” He said sincerely
Kyle waved him into the seat “Less yap, more fap buddy go on.” And so Jeremy did, grabbing the supplies and lifting a leg so he could get his well lubed fingers in, this time not getting lost in the sensation, just needing to be ready for vagabond in this no mess about mood he was already late for.
Kyle chose for him another Rimmy tim themed thong with a pair of slightly longer pants that still wear tight but not the clingy material of his Booty shorts. With that he picked a fishnet shirt that hid nothing and then he was helping Jeremy put ankles in and fingers just got out of the way before they slid over his groin. Between them both, he was ready in under a minute and the hugged it out before Jeremy had to dash away.
“Give him hell Rimmy!” Kyle called after him encouragingly but Jeremy was already gone.
“Dooley! What the hell? You’re not already-“ Jon was annoyed but Jeremy paused only long enough to put his hands up defensively, “I’m on my way now Mr risinger, I promise.”
“Then go!” and he was out into the crowd. Normally, it was slow going, people wanting to touch, to talk, to sample a kiss but with vagabonds display a little bubble of space appeared around him. He didn’t run through the crowd but it wasn’t a walk either and he ducked his head at Tyler, the pleasure room bouncer who rolled his eyes and cocked a thumb at Two.
Jeremy took a deep breath with his hand on the handle and then he stepped in.
“Your late.” A deep voice rumbled from behind the mask and Jeremy swallowed hard and opened his mouth.
“I don’t want to hear it. Sit.” Vagabond commanded, pointing a finger at the bed. Jeremy moved quickly to obey, taking in his favourite customer. Something was *off*. He still had on his jacket which was unusual, and the diet coke in its bucket of ice was untouched. There was the duffle he had carried by his feet and he had crossed his arms.
Jeremy Loved the Vagabond because despite all the tales and rumours, the vagabond was not as ferocious as people would expect. Sure the guy liked hickeys but so did lots of other people. And unlike other customers, vagabond would ask him how he was, if he was ok after. Would pay that bit extra for the time for Jeremy to recover. Never holding him, no but not walking out for the next person to walk straight in.
And there was pride being the only one Vagabond asked for.
Silence fell and Jeremy tried hard to fight his natural urge to move, to talk, do something. Vagabond simply became a statue, eyes staring at him through the sockets of a skull. This was more uneasy, more like what people would expect from the vagabond. But Jeremy thought he knew better, had heard a hint of a kinder soul underneath. And Jeremy was not a coward.
“Sir? Would you like-“
“did I say talk?” He got cut across and he shut his mouth with an audible snap. Vagabond unwound his arms and came closer, gesturing with a hand, “Stand up.”
Simple direct orders Jeremy understood and obeyed without question. Now the man was in front of him, he could see the marks on his jacket had been a combination of blood and soot, a gash in the upper arm a probable cause. Without thinking Jeremy reached out to touch it. He flinched at how quickly Vagabond moved, his wrist now in the mercenary’s grip faster than he saw the hand moving.
“Don’t.” Vagabond rumbled and he didn’t let go as with his other hand he reached up and pulled his mask off. Crystal blue eyes in Black lined sockets, the demonic paint smeared around the lips and rubbed around the forehead like he had swiped his forehead across to collect sweat. His black hair was starting to show its roots a darker blonde and pulled back in a bun.
Then his lips were on Jeremys again, demanding, hard and using the wrist he had captured, he put Jeremys hand to the zip of his jacket, a silent order he obeyed. Jeremy gripped the zip and pulled it down with vagabond’s help, his wrist being let go so Vagabond could grab his hips and grind their groins together. His lips being taken in a powerful kiss and he felt the bulge of Vagabonds interest rub against his own and he gasped, vagabond swallowing the noise with a rumble.
The jacket came off and hit the floor. The kiss grew harder, messier and vagabonds hands went from his hips over and then over his ass squeezing like he owned it and for the rest of this night he does. Vagabond proved that by pulling back and shoving Jeremy onto the bed then reaching down for his Jeans button.
“Take that excuse for a shirt off.” Vagabond ordered and Jeremy did, pulling it off and letting fishnet fall next to jacket. He risked a smile up at vagabond.
“I thought you liked that excuse for a shirt.” Jeremy teased but vagabond wasn’t in the mood for it, kicking his jeans and underwear off in one go and stroking himself to full hardness. Jeremys smile fell slightly, Vagabond wasn’t normally this silent with him.
“Open your mouth.” Or this demanding. Jeremy did and vagabond’s hands were in his hair guiding him down onto his cock, rocking into his mouth without warm up. Jeremy let his jaw relax as he was used, and he put hands on Vagabonds thighs instinctively but didn’t push him away. The skin trembled and Jeremy looked up at his face.
Vagabonds eyes were closed and mouth was open, a look of concentration on his face as he steadily fucked into Jeremys warm mouth. A bead of blood was slowly traveling down the white on Vagabonds forehead and Jeremy understood. Vagabond had come close to death this night, that’s what was wrong with him.
So Jeremy made his hands soft on Vagabonds thighs and started rubbing him gently, a silent assurance that this was ok, that he was fine. He hummed around him as he sucked, closing his eyes as he concentrated on being everything Vagabond needed.
“Fuck~” Vagabond breathed in pleasure then pulled Jeremy off his cock with a wet noise, Jeremy looking up at him again, lips ruddy as he licked them dry. Vagabonds voice was quaky, “On the bed.” He said and Jeremy wiggled back after another caress of thigh. He got on his belly which was how Vagabond normally liked him only for strong hands on his hips to turn him.
“On your back.” Vagabond ordered huskily and Jeremy hid his surprise, rolling for the touch then gasping himself when vagabond threw himself over the smaller man, mouth at his throat, sucking as hands thumbed his nipple and squeezed his sides. His cocked rubbed against the fabric of Jeremys pants, Vagabonds hips between his legs making him open and he hooked his feet behind his customer.
“Fuck, Tim…” vagabond sighed into his skin, rocking against him and Jeremy gasped again, the friction against his own bulge a sharp pleasure.
“Vagabond.” He sighed back the hickey being sucked into his skin a pain he’d pay to be held like this. Tight and wanted but soft and cared for.
Vagabond sat up and grabbed his pants, tearing them off and catching his breath at the sight of Jeremys underwear, reaching down to caress him through the thin fabric. Jeremys head went back and he moaned, rocking up at the touch, Vagabond tracing him through the orange silk, the tip of him poking out from the top.
“So gorgeous. So alive Tim.” Vagabond purred shifting so his cock was pressed against him, rubbing as he gently worked his hips, pleasuring them both as he ran hands over Jeremys body, “You’re so alive up there dancing, your eyes are beautiful, full of life.” Vagabond was saying softly and Jeremy flushed a pretty pink unsure what he should do. Sweet nothings were not a part of his job.
This was more his job, vagabond finally freeing him, taking two fingers and snapping the string on his hip, pulling the tiny bit of fabric away then pulling the ruined thing down his leg, Jeremy lifting it helpfully so he could take it off his ankle. Vagabond adjusted himself putting a leg over Jeremys thigh so he was straddling it as the stripper reached the bowl of condoms beside the bed and opened one.
He past it to Vagabond who rubbed fingers at Jeremys entrance as he rolled it down his own cock, pleased he was already prepared for him. Jeremy groaned and tried to rock onto the fingers, sliding down to the knuckles. Vagabond wasn’t interested in play however, so he withdrew and rubbed lube onto his covered cock before he lined himself up to slide in.
Straddling one leg, vagabond hugged the other, taking advantage of Jeremys flexibility to lean forward as he pressed in, hooking the knee over his shoulder. Vagabond pushed in till his hips were flush against Jeremy spread ass the stripper groaning in satisfaction at being filled so nicely, stretched pleasantly and back arching off the bed as the angle vagabond had chosen was right on the magic button inside him.
Vagabond moaned sinfully above him then started to thrust into his well-prepared hole with abandon, putting one hand on Jeremys stomach to steady himself and wrapping the other around the leg pressed against his chest, rubbing his face against Jeremys calf as he fucked into him.
“So fucking good Tim, ah, so good.” Vagabond rumbles as he moves turning to graze teeth on the muscle of Jeremys leg, eyes closing as he enjoyed his favourite stripper who was definitely enjoying him. Every thrust inside him was knocking his prostate and Jeremy was whimpering as he got his own enjoyment out of this. His own untouched self bounced against his stomach with every smack of vagabond’s groin against his ass, the only noises besides the soft rumbles of Vagabond and the breathy pants past Jeremys bitten lips.
“let me hear it.” Vagabond gushed, “I wanna hear you cry for me.”
Jeremy let his lip go and let the broken moans spill out as they will, writhing underneath Vagabond sure grip and pinned by the man’s weight over his as he moved inside him in an even hard pace. Vagabond watches his face, seeing the whines and cries be milked from the stripper who despite being thoroughly pinned down was trying to move with him to get better friction.
“Ah~ lovely, like music Tim, fuck, like fucking music….” Vagabond purred and he handled Jeremy, pushing his leg down, not pulling out as he rolled Jeremy onto his side, his leg not being straddled now around the opposite hip of Vagabond who grabs his hip and his ass and increases his pace, slamming into him hard with a grunt at every push.
“Fuck, Fuck, call my name.” Vagabond panted then commanded, leaning over him, moving hand from ass to hair, pulling it back in a painful tug.
“V-v-vagabond!” Jeremy yelled out the burn of his pulled hair nothing to how his ass was being pounded and the heat in his gut as he came closer to spilling on the bed without even being touched.
“Again!” He demanded yanking back hair.
“Vagabond!”
“Again!”
“VagaBond…” he groaned out as Vagabond gripped him hard and his thrusts became uneven and rapid and Vagabond started a choking cry as he came inside him, fucking him through it and Jeremy cried out in relief as Vagabond gasped, “Come for me.” And Jeremy needed to stroke himself only once before he was coming onto the bed, Vagabond still rocking into him, his hand so tight it bruised his hip and his hair threatened to be pulled out from grip alone.
Vagabond slumped over Jeremy, panting over him as his body covered the strippers a shiver and a pulse going through him as Jeremys over sensitive hole clenched every now and again. They simply breathed together, Vagabonds mouth at neck all his weight down on him. Jeremy made no word of complaint however making only tiny involuntary noises when Vagabond finally moved, pushing up off Jeremys body, grasping himself and pulling out of Jeremys well used ass.
When Vagabond moved off him Jeremy rolled onto his back again, stretching out his aching leg from being pushed so far up and rubbed his thigh with both hands as he watched Vagabond. Vagabond carefully took the condom off and tied it throwing it into the waste basket provided. During their sex, the gash on his arm had bleed coating down to his elbow and Jeremy now became aware some of the stick on him wasn’t just lube and sweat but blood, a half hand print in congealed blood on his bruised hip.
Vagabonds head had also bled more, a long trail down his forehead and around his eye. Not that he seemed to care, only noting his injuries then walking to the duffle bag and opening it. Jeremy avoided looking when he saw a few stacks of Blood flecked cash, looking instead to the bed with his mess on it. Once he had pulled the top sheet off Vagabond was back to sit on the end of the bed and attempt to stich himself at an awkward angle.
“Sir?” Jeremy asked cautiously and was not shut down this time, vagabond not pausing what he was doing with the sewing kit on his thigh but he hummed permission to speak to him.
“Would you like me to sew that? I have done stitching before.” He offered and vagabond twisted slightly to look at him considering. Jeremy knew what he must think, here’s a soft little fuck toy thinking he knew something about real injuries and Jeremy flushed. Vagabond nodded however and offered the needle.
“Have at it.” Vagabond said making Jeremy move before he could change his mind, kneeling behind Vagabond on the bed and taking the needle in sure fingers. Despite his body shivering his hands were steady as he sewed shut the sickly gash and using the handtowel Vagabond handed him, wiped away the blood. Vagabond looked at his handiwork carefully and apparently judged it acceptable because he pushed his hair that had come free of its tie out of the way so Jeremy could stitch his head as well.
He had to wonder at the fact vagabond didn’t flinch at any part of the progress or make any noise of discomfort at all. Jeremy put down the needle and Vagabond caught his hand, Jeremy looking up into his face.
“Thank you.” He said and Jeremy smiled shyly.
“you’re welcome. Can’t have my favourite customer falling to bits.” He joked and Vagabond blinked and then a grin tugged on painted lips.
“I’m your favourite? You’re just saying that.” Vagabond said and Jeremy chuckled nodding.
“No it’s true. You’re the best, Vagababy.” He teased and was delighted at the deep rumbling laugh Vagabond gave. The smile he had could split faces Jeremy was so happy with that. Vagabond petted his hand and took the kit back, moving back to the duffle and putting it in, pulling out makeup wipes to roughly clean his face.
“lay on the bed.” Vagabond told him without looking so Jeremy obeyed. Vagabond had booked him for the whole night after all. Vagabond after wiping his face, paint clinging around his eyes and bits in his scruff, moved over to the door with his fresh face and a hand gun, double checking it was locked and putting a chair jammed under the handle.
He came over to the bed and crawled in, lying dead in the middle, Jeremy shuffling over for him. Vagabond slid his gun under the pillow and lay his head on it with a long sigh. He opened an eye to fix on Jeremy.
“you can lay down next to me you know. I think at this point you wouldn’t need the invitation.” He said wryly and Jeremy cursed his easy blush as he laid out against Vagabonds side, on his back and hands to himself. Vagabond sighed heavily again and Jeremy bit out a half yelp when the mercenary moved, rolling on his side slightly pulling a hand out from under the pillow to grab Jeremys far hand and pull it so it slid over vagabonds back.
Jeremy got the idea and snuggled into Vagabonds side, his head resting on his shoulder blade, a leg hooked over his, pressed up against him. Now Jeremy was in a position he wanted, vagabond put his hand back under the pillow presumably to wrap back around the gun hilt.
“Talk to me, Tim.” Vagabond rumbled, his eyes closing again.
“About what?” Jeremy asked surprised but willing to obey.
“Anything.”
Jeremy tried to think of a topic he might share with The Vagabond, their lives so different, only coming together for these brief moments of hard desperate sex then splitting before the sweat had dried. This was different once again and Jeremy privately thought he was going to research the Heist Vagabonds Crew had done tonight first chance he could.
A few weeks ago, Vagabond had been on the news again, joyriding with the Golden boy in a ridiculously painted low-rider of glaring gold.
“Um, you like low-riders, right?” Jeremy checked and he took the hum as a yes and started telling Vagabond on the dream car Jeremy wanted one day. A Car that was just that, a dream. He was tied to deeply to this place and even if somehow Jeremy could earn his freedom, Trevor had been dragged into this mess and he couldn’t leave without his friend.
Not that he told any of that to VagaBond.
“and the colours will be mine, the Rimmy Tim colours. Just like your things the skull Vagabond.”
“Ryan.” The name was muttered sleepily. Jeremy looked at the lax face, almost dismissing it as sleep talk when he spoke again, “My name is Ryan.”
Jeremy felt warmth spread in his chest. No one knew Vagabonds name. It was his most trusted possession. And he had just trusted it to Jeremy. To show how well he’d keep it, Jeremy said nothing again that night, Vagabond slipping into a deep sleep as his stripper held him tight, running fingers up and down his spine and smiling softly in the dark.