Ivygate - Part 2

I'm loving this story and where it's going! I know it won't be for everyone, but I'd urge you to stick with it for a while. It's going to be a rollercoaster! Lifechanger is also coming up today, so keep your eyes peeled! 

All characters are 18+

Days were dull in Noah’s house. The only sliver of joy came from his little brother’s morning routine, which saw him run manically around the house before finally cannonballing onto Noah and shrieking with laughter.

“Did you have breakfast?” He asked the child, who shook his head. “Do you want breakfast?”

Downstairs, his mom was sitting in the kitchen, a newspaper in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee on the table next to her.

“You have to stop, Noah” she said, though he knew that she was just being kind, “I want you to save your money. Put it away and get as far away from here as you can”.

He shook a box of cereal and found only enough for one bowl. His stomach growled, but he poured some for Finn and settled with a glass of water instead.

“It’s fine” he smiled, sliding the bowl across to his little brother and sitting down, “I’ll make more”.

“I don’t like you doing… Whatever it is that you’re doing” she said sternly. “You’re an intelligent young man, Noah, you don’t need to be doing that”.

He hated when she spoke about it. Neither of them had ever said exactly what it was, but he knew she knew.

“Are you excited for school, Finn?” He asked, turning his attention toward the seven year old. The kid nodded and slurped.

“We’ll make do” his mom continued, “I’ve got an interview today”.

His eyes widened and he almost coughed up his water as she beamed.

“It’s not much” she continued, eagerly hiding her excitement, “but it’s more than we have at the moment”.

“Mom” he gasped, turning and grabbing her hands, “that’s great!”

She laughed bashfully, but remembered herself and stopped. Noah could still see a hint of a smile.

“I um… I’m going out tonight, just with some of the guys” he continued, turning back to his water, “I won’t be late”.

His mom stood up and placed her hand on his shoulder. She didn’t say a word, but he knew that silently, they made a pact. After tonight, and once his mom started working, there’d be no more of these arrangements. He’d leave the agency and he’d never look back.

Sex was a funny thing for Noah. He enjoyed sex more than he enjoyed anything else in the world, yet he’d only ever enjoyed it with one person. Everything after that was just work. He was able to separate the two in his head. Work was work and sex was sex. They were the same, yet they were entirely different, too.

He wasn’t sure he’d make it at first. Admittedly, Noah was the laziest person he knew. He could spend all day just lying in bed, aimlessly sketching or mindlessly reading. The idea of having to be in a certain place at a certain time to meet a certain person was awful. There was a time when he was quite popular. He had a few close friends who he spent most of his time with, but once they finished school, life got in the way, and whilst they were all off in college, Noah stayed home and tried to drag his family out of poverty.

He returned to his bedroom when Finn left for school. He’d gotten an early client, who had booked him last minute. They were usually easy enough jobs; a few minutes of redundant conversation over a coffee, and then he’d be taken to a cheap motel room and fucked silly. He preferred them to the long, drawn out date nights that so many of the clients insisted on. They tried to impress him with their extravagance, but despite the fact that Noah had none, he knew all about money.

There were two different types of rich people. There were the rich people who wanted everyone to know they were rich, and who made up at least ninety nine percent of his clients, and then there were the rich people who were subtly rich. Noah liked to call them the super rich, because they had far more money than the other rich people, though it was difficult to tell. They didn’t wear designer clothes, or drive fancy cars. They didn’t order expensive meals to impress him, they were just rich. He liked to think that some day, when he was rich enough to do whatever the hell he wanted, that he’d be like them.

After showering, he pulled on a pair of clean silk boxer briefs. He’d gotten them as a gift from an old client who liked the feel of them, and Noah had to admit, they were extremely comfortable. He took a look at himself in the mirror. The budding muscles under his smooth flesh were at the perfect stage of development. If he worked out any harder, he’d become muscular, if he stopped, he’d become skinny, but right here, he was at that sweet point that people loved.

When he finished he returned downstairs and kissed his mom on the cheek. “Good luck” he said genuinely, “tell me how it goes later on”.

She smiled, but realised where her son was going and sighed. “You don’t need to do this, Noah” she said, holding his hand, but Noah was late, and if they wanted to eat tonight, he did have to do it.

“I’m going out with Tucker” he smiled, but he knew she didn’t believe him.

Hearts was an old coffee shop on the other side of town. It took Noah nearly twenty minutes to get there, and when he arrived, he was sweaty and drained. It wasn’t a great way to begin, but his bike was old and the gears didn’t work, so anything uphill was a struggle.

The place was empty, apart from one table where a suited man sat with his legs crossed and a coffee in front of him. He turned his head, lowered his glasses and nodded.

Noah was impressed. According to the agency, his name was Oliver and he was a thirty six year old lecturer. He liked those types better, for as much as he was over making small talk, people like Oliver were usually quite good at it.

“Can I get you a coffee?” He asked, as Noah took a seat opposite, and the young man shook his head. He knew better than to accept offers so soon, for all he knew, the man would take the money out of his earnings. Yet, despite his refusal, Oliver stood up, strolled confidently to the counter and returned a moment later with a latte. A favourite of Noah’s.

“How old are you?” He asked, and Noah couldn’t help but admire the man’s beauty. He looked like he took great care of himself. The dark stubble on his rugged face was groomed to perfection, as was his jet black hair, and even his eyebrows.

“Eighteen” he said, sipping.

“Do you mind me asking your name?” He continued, “you can say no if you’re uncomfortable with that”.

Usually, he’d give a bogus name, but Oliver had captivated him, so he told the truth, instead.

“Are you in college, Noah?”

“Yes”.

“Are you really in college, Noah?”

He scrunched his eyebrows and stared at Oliver who remained completely indifferent.

“Yes” he lied again.

“What do you study?”

“English”.

“Do you enjoy it?”

“Yes”.

“Do you live on campus?”

“Yes”.

“Where?”

“On campus”.

“On campus, where?”

The conversation continued back and forth until Noah began to trip over himself. The man, without any effort, had picked apart his story until he was, unbeknownst to him, telling him everything he wanted to know. When the realisation hit him, Noah stopped answering.

“Are we doing this or what?” He snapped, finishing his latte and checking his watch, they only had twenty minutes of the hour left.

“We are doing it” Oliver said calmly, “I just wanted your company”.

He cocked a brow and let out a sarcastic laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure” he smirked, but Oliver remained stoic.

“So you live at home with your mother and your brother. You don’t go to college, and you do this for the money. Are you struggling for money, Noah?”

He felt his throat close up a little. He didn’t like clients knowing much about him, but Oliver had cracked his mind like an egg. He swirled the end of the latte around the cup, and shrugged.

“It’s been lovely to meet you” Oliver said, and stood up with his hand out. Noah couldn’t believe his eyes, but shook the man’s hand and watched as he took out a one hundred dollar bill.

“Does the agency pay you weekly?” He asked, sliding it into Noah’s hand, and the young man nodded.

“Well, here’s a tip to keep you going until then”.

With those words, Oliver turned on his expensive heels, and click-clacked his way out of the coffee shop. He walked across the street, slid into a very elegant looking black car, and he was gone before Noah could make sense of things.

His phone buzzed, waking him from his thoughts, and he checked it quickly.

Oliver has rated the experience five stars out of five.

“Well holy shit” he laughed, and cleared the notification, before a new one popped up instantly.

Pierre has requested your company. Click here to accept. Click here to decline.

He opened it up, checked the app and found that whoever Pierre was, he wanted to meet in fifteen minutes. Noah stuffed the money into his pocket and hurried back outside. Lakehigh Motel wasn’t as disgusting as some of them were, so he accepted the request and started his journey. Perhaps today was going to be a good day after all.