Title: Rough Trade and the Thief
Author: Scorpio (scorpiofic@aol.com)
Website: no site, but all stories are listed at a friend's: http://members.tripod.com/sentinel-cat/Scorpio/
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Rough Trade and the Thief 2
By Scorpio
Ice followed the taller man out of Tank's bar and into the shadowy parking lot. The man, Gambit, led him in the direction of the alley and a smirk flitted across Ice's face. He liked the look of this trick. Tall, beautiful as an angel or the devil might be, street tough and that voice was so exotic... *erotic* that Ice wondered if he wouldn't have wanted him even if it wasn't for the money.
Ice let out a quiet snort and shook his head to clear it of any of those stupid "Julia Roberts, Pretty Woman" fantasies. It was a nice thought, but shit like that didn't happen in real life. Tricks didn't fall in love with hustlers and they most certainly didn't take them off of the streets and give 'em a better life. Best to leave that thinking behind and just get on with it.
As soon as they reached the mouth of the alley, Gambit reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of stuff. Ice didn't even bother wondering about the keys or the deck of cards, instead, he snagged the $20 on top and kept walking into the alley. Gambit seemed to stumble for a brief second and flashed him a confused looked.
"Ice, homme?"
Ice just grinned over his shoulder and gestured for the man to follow. Gambit gave him a good hard look, shrugged, then grinned and followed. As soon as they were in the deeper shadows, Ice turned and stopped.
A gentle shove was all it took to get the taller man to lean against the dirty brick wall and then Ice was sliding to his knees in front of him. He ran his hands down Gambit's chest, over his narrow hips and along the lean lines of his thighs. The taller man shivered slightly.
"Ice, folle. Non, choo don' havta do dis fo' Gambit."
For a brief second, Ice paused and looked up through his eyelashes at the other man. Slowly and deliberately, he slid the $20 into his pants pocket.
The other man didn't complain or demand it back, so Ice grinned. Then he leaned forward slightly and nuzzled his face against Gambit's crotch, feeling him grow hard under the rough denim.
"Merde!"
Reaching up with one hand, Ice slowly unzipped the trick's jeans, a sizzle of delight going through him as soon as he realized that the taller man wasn't wearing anything under them. From a practical point of view, it made his job easier. It was also just a tad on the naughty side and Ice liked naughty.
Peeling the front flaps of the denim wider, he carefully exposed Gambit's cock and balls. The trick moaned in that smokey smooth voice that Ice liked.
Carefully and gently fondling the ginger furred balls in his hand, Ice leaned forward and ran his tongue up the length of the hard cock in front of his face. Musk, spice and just a hint of sweat, a strong male flavor to be sure, but not pungent and unclean. Ice was beyond grateful. Not that he would have stopped or complained, but he really appreciated good hygiene in a trick.
Ice ran his tongue up and down the shaft several times to the accompaniment of moans and softly whispered words that were half in English and half in some other language that Ice suspected might be French. He wasn't too sure what the man was saying, but it sounded pretty. Then, he reached the crown and sucked the tip into his mouth, running his tongue under the man's foreskin in a smooth quick circle as if he was rimming it. Gambit gasped and
shuddered under him.
"Mon Dieu, il est bein. C'est canon, folle. Vraiment!"
Ice wasn't too sure what Gambit was babbling, but when he looked up at his face through his eyelashes, the older man seemed to have an expression of enjoyment on his face, so he didn't stop. Instead, he gently used his lips to push the trick's foreskin back, exposing the darkly flushed crown. He licked at it and sucked down on it, mindful of his teeth. Then, taking a deep breath and consciously relaxing his throat, Ice leaned forward, letting the long thin cock slid down passed his suppressed gag reflex until his nose was buried in curly red pubic hair.
"Merde!"
Gambit shuddered and his hips gave an involuntary jerk forward, but Ice was ready for that. Letting go of the taller man's balls, Ice reached out with both hands until he found Gambit's. Then he drew them to his head and gently tangled them in his blonde hair. He pulled back his head, letting the hard cock slid back out of his throat and breathed in through his nose, then he
slid back down on it again, taking it in all of the way. And paused.
It didn't take very long for the trick to pick up his intentions and the fingers in his hair clamped down only a little tighter as those narrow hips began to pump. Slowly at first, but than faster and faster as the man began to fuck his face. Ice licked with his tongue and sucked in with his cheeks even as he concentrated on timing his breathing with the cock sliding out of
his throat. Wouldn't do to choke on a customer, now would it? You never knew how they would react to that.
Using his hands, Ice gently fondled Gambit's balls, rolling the furry sack in his hands and tugging on it slightly. This caused another babbling flood of broken English and French to pour from the other man's lips and Ice liked the reaction. Feeling a tad bold, Ice reached with one finger and rubbed against Gambit's perineum, pressing against the outside of his prostate.
"Foutre!"
Ice felt the trick's entire body clench and then Gambit slammed his cock deep into his throat one last time and shuddered hard. Ice swallowed, the contractions of his throat milking the cock and practically pulling the cum right out of the taller man. A long low mewling sound echoed throughout the alley as Gambit pumped his seed down Ice's throat, and his fingers clenched tightly in his blonde hair.
Finally, after a long moment, those fingers loosened enough for Ice to pull back some. He licked and sucked on Gambit's softening cock to clean it up, then he let it slide back out of his mouth passed his bruised and swollen lips. Gently, he tucked the trick's cock and balls back into his jeans and zipped them back up.
Ice stood up, quickly brushing his hands across his knees and felt a long fingered gentle hand brush against his cheek softly. He glanced up, a bit startled and confused and met a slow grin peeking out from under dark sunglasses.
"Come on, mon cher putain. Gambit not done wit' choo yet."
Ice raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry.
"Let's get some food 'cause Gambit is hun'ry. Den, mebbe we go some place a little... more inside, oui? Dis alley be too much ambiance fo' Gambit."
An amused smirk flashed across Ice's face and he nodded his head in agreement.
"Sure, man. I can eat."
Turning, Ice began to walk back towards the parking lot they had just left. Calling over his shoulder to the taller man, Ice grinned.
"And I'll have you know that this is one of the finer alley's in this fair city."
Gambit snorted.
"Dat so, mon folle?"
Ice nodded, a flash of real humor sparkling in his eyes.
"Yup."
Gambit sauntered passed Ice with his long legged stride. He stopped in front of a sweet cherry Harley Davidson Low Rider and swung a leg over. Inserting the keys that he had pulled from his pocket, he swung out the kick-start and fired her up. It sounded like a lion's roar that soon melted down into a sweet low purr. Ice grinned.
"Sweet ride."
Gambit flashed him a toothy smile and ran one hand down the gas tank lovingly.
"Oui. Dat she is, one sweet ride fo' Gambit."
The taller man's grin turned seductive and charming.
"But den, so are choo, eh Ice?"
Ice flashed his own seductive smile and nodded his head slightly as he walked over and straddled the bike behind Gambit. He wrapped his arms around the taller man tightly and pulled himself up close so that his chest lay flush to Gambit's back, his by now straining erection pushed tightly aginst the other man's ass.
"Yeah, babe. I'm one sweet ride. You got the cash, and I'll treat you good. Don't worry about that. Ice is the best you'll ever have."
Gambit laughed. It was a sound of amusement with just a touch of bitterness underneath. But before Ice could question it, Gambit pulled the bike out of the parking lot in a roar of finely tuned engine and a squeal of tires.