Torn [BxB]

Chapter 2

"You're late." Patrick called when he heard the door downstairs close.

"Sorry. I had to take my clothes to the launderette."

"Go get washed up. Mr. Wright is expecting you for seven at the usual place."

Patrick was Loic's manager for the small discrete organisation that he worked for. He always dressed in a suit though you could tell that he'd rather be laid around the office (which was just a converted flat to the side of a shopping strip) in just a shirt and boxers, but he always had to look good if a client were to come in the building, though they usually called or emailed as it was less likely o them to be caught.

The reason they were so secretive about things was because the organisation itself wasn't exactly the thing you wanted to draw attention to, only from the crowd who were willing to pay. See, Loic worked as a male escort. He had ever since he was fourteen, not at first under Patrick but rather to people at parties and out at night where he could easily slip into the dark and disappear if needed. He first came into the business of renting his body when he was young due to difficulties with the orphanages he was thrown into. He moved around a lot, never able to stay in one home for long.

When he was nearly fourteen, he got into light drugs at a party, later becoming an addiction that swiped through his money. By this point, he's ran away from the home he was being housed at and stayed at the houses of people he's mat at the parties he would go to. He became desperate for money and realized he needed to get it somehow, but with being thirteen and homeless, there wasn't really many options. He could go back to the orphanage and start there again, but he refused to do so.

He first started out when a girl a few years older than him offered herself to him while he was high. That night, he lost his virginity, but he loved it. He started to change his addiction from the substances to the body. Ever since that night, he realized what he could do. He knew it wasn't legal, but then again it wasn't like he hadn't already broken so many. He slowly broke off his addiction to drugs and started to earn money. It was hard at first, having to lie about his age to even get a shot at most people he tried.

Eventually, when Loic was fifteen, Patrick came across him while scouting at a house party that he was invited to by the host. Patrick overheard him talking to a girl at arranging a price and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the side. At first Loic was pissed, but then Patrick explained to him about his business. Loic said how he was nearly sixteen and Patrick offered for him to stay at his place till he turned sixteen. He'd get Loic into school and would organise more safe scenarios for him to get money, saying how they didn't always need to be sexual.

He agreed and that was how Patrick became both a father figure and a boss figure for Loic, keeping him safe and feeding him when business was slow.

"I know. He must know he's going to get caught if he always wants to meet in the same place though."

The man he was meeting tonight was one of his regulars. He hardly ever wanted anything physical other than touching hands and legs under the table, usually enjoying just talking, which was a nice break for Loic.

"Well as far as we're concerned, that's none of our business. If he wants you there then you'll have to go there. Go get changed."

"Okay." Loic smirked before moving off the the side room. He changed out of his clothes and showered. Once out he dressed in his work clothes which were stored in a cubby hole that each of the members had. His 'uniform' was constructed of a pair of black fitted jeans, a black v-neck shirt and a pink handkerchief was tied round his left wrist. It served as a sign to the customers that they were the person meeting them and also showed people who knew of the business that they were in service for members who wanted some extra money.

"Patrick, I'm off."

He looked up as Loic entered the room and headed for the stairs. "Yeah, okay. Stay safe." He said as he usually did to all his workers.

"You too." Loic called as he left the building.

He followed the ally and went into the garage, opening it to reveal his pride and joy, the Harley Davidson of his dreams.