Let Me Dream of You Oct 31, 2016 15:56:33 GMT -5
Post by Hunter Kearney on Oct 31, 2016 15:56:33 GMT -5
Winter had finally passed, and though there was still a sting in the air at night, the warmer weather had brought people back to Bartertown and with them an increase in business at Tranquillity House. It was like that every spring, but after what had been an usually cold winter, there seemed to be a lot more people coming to the House than normal.
It had been a busy day and Hunter had been working since early in the morning when the first client had turned up not long after sunrise, looking for quick blowjob to get him going. Since then, there had barely been a break in the coming and going throughout the day, leaving him tired, sore and worn out now that the day had turned to evening.
In some ways, it was fine being so busy. It left him very little time to worry and wonder about Kol and Nolan, and whether the former had made good on his threat to harm the other if Hunter snitched on him. He hadn't; he'd kept all that had happened that night secret and told lies when asked why small stains of blood had been found on his sheets.
But in those quiet moments, in the time since Kol had left him curled up in bed, his thoughts had always gone back to Nolan, hoping and praying that he was alright. By now, he knew perfectly well that the sailor ran the clinic in town, but he was too scared to go there, to check on him. In case Kol would follow him there. It was bad enough that he'd let the name slip; to lead the mercenary straight to Nolan was even more unforgivable and something Hunter would never risk.
He was still changing the sheets when the knock came on the door and Bags looked in, the eternal sneer on his face looking even deeper than usual when he saw that Hunter hadn't finished yet. "I gave you five minutes, Kitten," he said, his voice irritated and angry with an undercurrent of amusement that Hunter recognised as bad news coming. "Clean up nicely and hurry it up. You've got an all-nighter."
It was the way Bags said that, the way he smirked with that nasty twinkle in his eye and then left without saying another word that sent Hunter's heart rate skyrocketing. If the all-nighter had been someone regular, someone like Ned, Bags would have said, because it wouldn't have been such a big deal for him. That could really only mean it was someone new, someone like… he sucked in a sharp breath as the thought of spending the whole night in Kol's company entered his mind and sent a chill down his spine.
With shaking hands and his imagination getting the better of him, he hurried up and finished with the sheet, then quickly made himself presentable in the cut-off jeans and a "new" once-black t-shirt he'd been given when the green one had finally come apart in the wash. Standing there in front of the mirror, he took a couple of deep breaths to calm himself, then went down to the lobby, stopping dead at the door when he spotted Nolan there, waiting for him.
It was all he could do to keep from running to the sailor, and while he managed to close the distance between them at a walk, he couldn't keep the smile off his face as he came up to Nolan. "You're here," he said, grinning widely, not caring the least that Bags was looking. "I missed you."