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Jaime nearly told him to go fuck himself. A one-night stand was all right, but Aleric wanted a whore. Jaime had considered it before since it could be a decent job depending on where one worked. With his muscular bulk and height, he'd likely attract those who wanted to be dominated and topped for a night.
Aleric was the sort Jaime would love to do all kinds of things too. White hair and dark blue eyes were a lure, and those features looked especially good on Aleric. He’d always liked his men slim and pretty.
The offer was still extortion since Jaime wouldn't have any other way to make income.
“So I can be your discounted toy or go to prison?”
Aleric’s smile wasn’t pleasant to say the least. “You can work for me or only stay as my personal servant and make nothing. Or you can go to prison. Three choices. It’s quite clear. If you’re innocent, my offer isn’t bad, and you won’t be like a proper slave. It’s merciful, and whether or not you go to prison won’t affect The Salty Blower owner. He has his money and lost nothing. If you did commit theft, maybe you’ll think twice next time because you won't get this offer from anyone else.”
“For fuck’s sake, I didn’t do it. Why can’t I just go on my way?”
“Prove you didn’t do it.”
“You know I can’t! It’s also the principle.”
“‘It’s the principle,’” Aleric repeated in a snarky tone as he straightened the embroidered cuff of his black coat. “Pick, Jaime. If you’d prefer to sit in a cell, I’ll have you arrested before I go enjoy my night. A night you’ve interrupted. I’ve spent enough time on this.”
“Servicing” might mean bending Jaimie over. Except he didn’t bottom. He had a feeling the future lord would. He could be wrong, but he was usually right with his intuition about men.
If he wasn’t truly owned, he could see himself fucking Aleric for the next year. Shit, he’d love to get in bed with someone who had such pretty hair and dark blue eyes. Aleric might be an asshole, but it didn’t mean he’d be a bad lover either.
“What kind of servicing are we talking about?”
“You'll suck me off.”
Outside of bedroom activities, Jaime wasn’t sure of the man before him. He thought about the rumors he’d heard, including those about Aleric’s wife fleeing quite shortly after marriage. Then he thought about being arrested and bought by Elira-knew-who later. It was better to go with the person before him, service him for money, and save his wages. If he felt endangered, he could try to run away later, and after a year, he wouldn’t be broke and scrambling to find a new job once he was set free.
Perhaps the rumors were also just that: rumors. Aleric might loosen up in a couple of days and be a little nicer.
“Fine. I’ll go with you and be your aid, and, er, I’ll do the other thing. You better pay me and not back out.”
“I won't. Get on your knees, and suck my dick.”
Jaime paused. “Excuse me?”
Aleric tilted his head. “Get on your knees.”
“Right now?”
“Yes, I intend to try your mouth out. If you’re terrible, I’m not wasting my money, and you can forget that part of the deal.”
Jaime frowned. “Servicing could mean we reverse things or do both. You could also get on your knees for me, suck my dick, and enjoy yourself that way.”
“You have a strange idea of the word.”
“Some men really enjoy sucking cock.” Jaime wouldn’t mind sucking him off, although the attitude was grating on him, and he wouldn’t be happy to spend the next year only giving and not receiving. “Are you going to do it back?”
“No.”
Just fucking great. Maybe he was only saying that now to assert control. “Even though I’d be getting paid, you’re not going to get me off? That’s kind of fucked up. I’ve paid for whores before, and I didn’t leave them hanging after I finished.”
“You’ve been running around, and you’re all sweaty.” Aleric curled his lip like it was entirely Jaime’s fault that he'd been running.
Jaime could see that. He wouldn’t want to suck off a sweaty guy either. “What about later?” Aleric would be even prettier on his knees with his lips wrapped around Jaime’s cock. “Don’t look at me like that. Fair is fair.”
“You’d be the equivalent of a whore. I don’t care if you get off.”
Rude. Jaime was tempted to ask if they’d be going farther with the whole whore business, and perhaps Aleric was justleaving out that part. Jaime wasn’t about to turn over for any man, and he might lose the option of wages if he brought that up. He’d have to see how this went.
