The next evening had Hollem and Amia quite busy. With his break the previous night, Hollem had twice his normal appointments. Thankfully, only two of the six were completely sexual, but that still left him quite exhausted and uneager to finish the last few hours of his shift.

He'd kept tabs on Amia throughout the evening, though, and was pleasantly surprised that the guy was actually behaving himself in the socializing rooms. He greeted guests politely and allowed only simple touches or light kissing. He was almost being an angel compared to how he normally acted. That is, until Hollem was doing one of his final rounds of the night, or technically, morning, and found the young lad straddling an older patron that he didn't quite recognize by name.

Instead of going right up to them and dragging Amia away, Hollem calmly walked into the room and took a seat in the far corner, waiving away any attention he got from entering with a tired smile. He just wished to observe. Amia had wanted to show him first hand how well he could please a guest... well, this was his chance.

Relaxing into the plush, dark red winged chair, Hollem watched the two converse for some time. He'd thought that Amia might try something right away, but the two seemed genuinely interested in sharing words, along with a few simple touches.

Does he know him?

It wouldn't be too surprising. If Amia was popular in his previous endeavors, perhaps some of his more loyal customers wandered down to see him.

Crossing an ankle over his leg, Hollem watched as people came and went, the number of patrons in the room slowly dwindling as it neared four in the morning. He was contemplating ushering them out, but since they really weren't doing anything much, he decided to just relax and rest his eyes until closing time.

"-llem."

Hollem mumbled something unintelligible as he heard part of his name whisper through his fuzzy mind. Weight gently settled in his lap, then leaned against his body as warmth began to spread through his chest.

He felt something brush against him near his neck moving downward several times, but it didn't bother him enough to push through the haze of sleep clouding his thoughts. What did begin to wake him, however, was when the soft brushes disappeared, replaced with much rougher motions going the opposite direction.

When he managed to force his eyes open, they slowly widened at what they saw... and who he saw doing it.

"Don't get any ideas." Amia grumbled as he worked on finishing rebuttoning Hollem's shirt.

"Don't get any ideas?" Hollem replied, his voice still a bit deeper than normal from having drifted off to sleep for a short time. He also didn't feel quite right, but he couldn't focus on that right then.

When Amia finally finished his task, then looked up at him, Hollem swallowed. The scowl the young man was leveling at him nearly made him fidget.

"That whore was starting to undress you while you slept." He said, immediately bringing Lauriette to Hollem's mind. None of the other women in the brothel were nearly so determined.

He glanced around the room slowly, noting that no one else was present besides him and Amia. If the younger lad hadn't been there...

When he didn't respond right away, Amia slipped from his lap, making Hollem lean forward to stand. Only, Amia reached forward, pushing him back down into the chair before dropping to his knees and leaning forward.

The action made Hollem jerk back in his seat further, but when Amia simply rolled his eyes and reached up, fastening the two undone buttons on Hollem's trousers, he felt his face heat with embarrassment.

I must have been overly tired to sleep through such a thing. I had gotten such a good night's sleep, too.

"Don't drink anything she gives you from now on. It's clear that you don't have what little brains you possess about you at the moment." Amia said as he stood, then offered him a hand with a smirk.

She did give me something to drink a few hours ago...

"Did you just call me stupid?" Hollem grumbled as he stood, ignoring Amia's hand.

The young man stepped back, shrugging as he did so. "You took a drink from someone who clearly has an obsession with you, or at least what you've got between your legs. I mean, I could have just let her continue since she'd probably get bored with you after one go."

Rubbing a hand over his suddenly overheated face, Hollem sighed and glared down at Amia. "I don't know if that was an insult or not, with how fuzzy my mind feels right now, but I'm just going to take the safe route and think that it was."

Amia looked taken aback for a moment before snickering. "I can show you a thing or two, if you want to hold her interest longer?" He offered, making Hollem want to punch him. He was a damn whore for god's sake! He knew how to have sex well!

"Come on, Hollem. You're thinking way too hard right now. Madam has already seen to locking up the place, so let's go." Amia grumbled as he grabbed his hand, refusing to release it as he began pulling him toward the door.

Hollem reluctantly followed him until they were at the top of the stairs, then yanked his hand out of Amia's and groaned. He definitely didn't feel well, but he couldn't figure out why the drink hadn't affected him sooner. It had been at least a few hours.

"Oh look, now you're hard. That drink was a bit late, she should have mixed it better." Amia said as he reached forward to poke between his legs, only to be swatted away as Hollem stalked past him.

He was uncomfortable, but it sure as hell wasn't the first time that he'd refused to take care of himself. Amia's footsteps followed him, a hop to his step that told Hollem that the guy would be just as annoying as he had been the morning before.

They were nearly to his room when Amia grabbed his wrist and spun him around, then shoved him against the wall right next to the door. Hollem took a moment to process what was happening, giving Amia plenty of time to slip his left hand into Hollem's pants while his right one went up to grasp the back of his neck, jerking his head down for a rough kiss as he gripped his length and quickly began doing things Hollem's body desperately needed, but he didn't want. 

He crumpled to the floor, his back sliding down the wall, raising his shirt part way in the process. Amia eagerly followed him down, crowding his space as he continued his frustrating ministrations. When Amia finally leaned away, Hollem quickly tilted his head back, gasping for much needed air. His body was shaking, even through his exhaustion from his previous work earlier.

He was just about to give up and ask Amia to continue when the man's hand slid from his trousers and he leaned back, kneeling between his spread knees with an impish grin on his face.

"Just get rid of this wristband and say that I'm free to fully work now and I'll give you the best night of your life."

Bastard. Damned bastard.

Grinding his teeth, Hollem shoved Amia hard, sending him stumbling backward onto the worn floor. He was an absolute chit. A brat. A kad. Sexually frustrated beyond belief, Hollem got himself to his feet and stalked into his room. His fists were tight, swinging at his sides as he stomped into his bathing room and quickly stripped out of his clothing.

His arousal ached as he climbed into the cold water that had been left for him, then sank down, causing his erection to blessedly wilt. The chill woke him up a bit, but he was still struggling to keep his wits about him for more than ten seconds at a time. He washed slowly, pausing every few moments to shake the clouds from his mind. His body was still humming with the need for pleasure but after working in a brothel for so long, he managed to ignore it and the shock of cold water thankfully rid him of what Amia's hand had caused.

I can't believe him. Nothing the man did made any sense to him. He was being fed and clothed for practically nothing, yet he was getting increasingly aggressive when it came to allowing him to work physically with their patrons. Leaning his head back, Hollem took in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled as his eyes drifted shut. 

It only felt like a few seconds had passed before something soft gently brushed against his cheek. He leaned over the edge of the tub slightly, trying to regain himself enough to warrant opening his eyes. Gentle fingers soon drifted through his hair, tugging on a few strands every couple of strokes, yet he swore he heard no one speaking. It was simply the gesture. 

About four minutes later his eyes finally blinked open, a blur edging his vision on either side. He looked up to see Amia retrieving something from the small counter-space by the doorway, then turning to lean over him. 

Ah, a towel. Right. I'm still sitting in the bath. 

His body was reluctant to move, but the chill from the water made Hollem push himself up just enough to lift one leg over the edge of the tub. He managed to keep his balance, but he struggled with his weight, only able to move with the help of Amia partially supporting him. 

When they finally got to the bed, Hollem didn't hesitate to simply fall into it. He felt his legs being moved, then his body being turned slightly to make him lay normally, but he couldn't find the will to help. Nor the want to get up just to slip on a pair of undergarments.

Amia disappeared for a short time after that, leaving Hollem to nearly fall completely asleep before he felt the bed depress beside him. Not wanting to deal with the young man's normal attitude every time they shared sleeping arrangements, Hollem rolled himself over, swinging his right arm around the guy and sloppily pulled him against his chest. 

In some distant part of his mind he felt surprised when the body now in his arms froze for a moment, but he quickly brushed the faint worry aside when Amia chuckled quietly, then snuggled in against him, thankfully not bothering to try and bicker for once.

"Hey..." Hollem whispered as sleep began to tug him back to the darkness of his mind. 

Amia made a quiet sound and nuzzled against his bare chest, but didn't say anything. 

"Who was that man before?" Hollem asked, feeling Amia's body fidget in his arms for a moment before calming back down. 

"An old client." He answered with a dull tone, his words nearly too quiet to hear in the silent room. 

Feeling like he wouldn't get much more of an answer right then, and honestly wanting to sleep more than anything, Hollem simply grunted an acknowledgement, then allowed himself to drift off. 

(I really like doing day to day in updates lol. And it was kinda awkward writing this next to my extremely religious grandmother while visiting, but at least she doesn't try to look at what I do lol)