Backstreet Love

PART TWO

Waking came slowly, through a curtain of confusion and with a muzzy head.

Cramped muscles screamed against the silky softness of sheets. Clean sheets. How unusual. Blair buried his nose in the sweetness and sighed in his exhaustion. Clean sheets? Damn that was a first.

Still half-submerged in the mists of sleep, he stretched.

The scream was out before he could stop himself.

He curled back into a tight ball as fire dashed over his battered nerve endings. "Oh....Ooowww. Oooowww. Oooowww. God....ooowww...."

A hand wavered in front of his eyes, holding out a couple pills. "Broken ribs aren't much fun, are they?"

Moving with great caution, Blair managed to roll over onto his back and stared up into vaguely familiar blue eyes. "What'd ya do to me, man?"

Jim grimaced. "Saved your life, more than likely. Grateful little punk, aren't you?" He waved the pills under Blair's nose pointedly. "Take 'em. I had a doctor friend take a look at you here at the loft since you..."

"Doctor..." Blair surged upwards, regretting it instantly as his battered body retaliated with force. Blair slumped down, tearing open his lower lip as he fought to retain his dignity. "Oh, God. Oh, man, I gotta get out of here...."

Scowling darkly, Jim grabbed Blair's lower jaw and forced the pills between pried open teeth. He pressed a glass of water on the stunned youth and poured.

Not wanting to drown under the stream, Blair swallowed and the pills went down.

A malicious smile curved Jim's lips. "Now, that's better."

Blair glared. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"You know, I probably should have just left you sprawled on the street for the garbage collectors to pick up."

The kid sneered, turning his face to the wall. "Wouldn't be the first time."

Jim opened his mouth, then shut it with a teeth-clicking snap, the youth's soft words filtering through his rage. "Listen, kid, I'm sorry I said that. It was way out of line.

"Yeah, well, that ain't an all time first either." Blair laughed dryly. "Am I under arrest?"

Jim shook his head, drawing up a chair to the bed. "Does this look like a jail cell?"

Blair arched a sardonic brow. "You look like a cop. Cops either arrest my kind, or take us home for the night. Either way people like me get fucked."

Jim laid a hand on the boy's arm. "You're in my home, Blair. I won't..."

"So, I'm gonna get fucked, huh? How ya want it, big guy. Oral? Butt fuck? Hand job? I don't do rimming or kinky...Not without a damn good-sized hunk of change. Don't reckon you can afford it, being a cop and all. Course you could threaten me with lock-up, and then I'm about willing to do anything to keep my ass out of there. Oh, and I gotta admit I ain't never done nobody hurting like this, but I'm sure I can please ya."

"Jesus, kid. You need a good mouthful of soap."

Blair turned wide eyes on him. "Are you for real, man?" he demanded. "You’re the dude wants to get his pecker into the young meat."

"Shut the hell up, Blair. I won't have that kind of bullshit talk in my home." Jim said, his voice dangerously soft. "I brought you here to keep you out of the hands of your attacker. Once we catch up with him we're going to need you to I.D him. The trial...."

"Oh, whoa up there, man," Blair struggled to get his elbows under him and lift himself up. "I ain't doing no trial scene. I ain't filing no complaint. What you wanna do? Get me popped? You're crazy, man. Let me outta here."

Jim stood and eased the youth back down on the bed. "Ease up, Chief." He smiled, brushing back the curls that fell rebelliously over flashing blue eyes. "You really have a chip on that shoulder of yours, don't you?"

An answering smile ghosted across Blair's full lips. "You think so?"

"Yeah," Jim said softly. "I think so. Don't worry kid, you're safe here. Nobody's going to hurt you while you're under my protection."

Yawning, Blair tilted his head. "I'm sure that's meant to reassure me, man. Trouble is life's taught me better."

Jim leaned back in his chair. "Get some rest, Kid. I'll be here when you wake up."

Blair eyed him narrowly. "You just don't get it man."

"Sleep. We'll talk later."

Blair's lids drifted shut. "Damn fucking cop. You drugged my ass, didn't ya? When I can get off this be....ah...zzzzz."

"No, Chief, it's you who just doesn't get it." Jim stood and tucked the boy in, then took the chair again to wait.