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| THE BIG ISSUE by Jeckil & Hyde Clink! Another shopper throws some change into your guitar case. You quickly look over the coins and try to pick out some silver amongst the masses of coppers. "Merry fucking Christmas" you think to yourself. You've been sat in St. David's arcade playing and singing for hours. It's 5 o'clock , shops are shutting and soon you'll be thrown out in the cold. You glance out at the snow, it could be worse but it could also be a hell of a lot better. It's almost empty in the arcade except for that guy who's been watching you for ages. The way he's staring at you makes you a bit nervous, you've learnt not to trust people too much, but you're annoyed at yourself for thinking how gorgeous he is. Well one more song anyway. You start strumming "White Riot" by The Clash and the guy breaks out into a smile. Those lovely eyes sparkle and he looks amazing. That's enough. You start to count the coins in the case. It's enough for something to eat. You wish you'd never left home but you can't go back. Your father made that clear when you had that awful argument. So you wanted to be a musician, it's not the best way to make money but it makes you happy. It's the way you express yourself and you're good at it! Why couldn't he understand that? Your train of thought is interrupted as you see the cute guy walking towards you. You're not going to let him get too close so you shut your case and walk off. He grabs your arm and you quickly shrug it away and give him a filthy look. You can be so cold sometimes. "Um, er, I'm sorry to startle you but I really liked your playing." "OK thanks" you smile briefly but turn away to leave "And I, well, I don't want to see you sleeping out in the snow so I've got a job for you if you want." "It would have to be a good job to get me off the streets wouldn't it?!" you say cynically. "Well, you could, you know, live with me." he says quite sheepishly. You can't believe he even suggested it. "Listen I'm not that kind of woman. I'd rather sleep on the streets than degrade myself in that way. I'm surprised a man like you has to pay anyway." He laughs nervously and blushes but realises you're not joking. "I didn't want to offend you and I don't mean that sort of job. I was thinking of housekeeping." "Oh cleaning and stuff like that? God I really jumped to the wrong conclusion." "That's OK, I bet you get loads of men coming on to you but I mean well. See I'm really messy and my friend's always telling me to sort it out. Would you be interested? "I'll think about it. I'm Liz" "I'm James. Want to go and get something to eat so we can talk about it?" "Yeah thanks." You go to a little pub for a bite to eat and a chat. You stay there for hours and really get on well. He seems really nice and any worries you had about him earlier have gone straight out of your head. You decide to accept as sharing a house with an attractive, intelligent man isn't the worse thing in the world. By about midnight you've had quite a bit to drink and James says it's probably best to get home. You hail a cab and when you hear him give the address you're very impressed, "Cardiff Bay? sounds nice." "Yeah it's got a great view from my bedroom." he says enthusiastically and you give him a suspicious look. "Oh not that I meant.......sorry" he says genuinely apologetic "I know you didn't mean anything by it James, don't worry." His flat is very big but as he said very messy. Piles of clothes, books, Cds lie everywhere. "Want a drink?" he says as he walks into the kitchen. You follow him and regret ever saying yes to this. Dishes piled high in the sink. Half eaten take away on the kitchen surface. It is still better than the streets though. James pours you both a whisky which might not be a very good idea as you're feeling light headed already. Eventually he asks you about why you were on the streets. This upsets you. "I'm sorry but I had to ask sometime." he says sympathetically, "Yeah I know but it's just so stupid. I had an argument with my dad and it just seemed like the only option. We're just both as stubborn as each other." Tears roll down your cheeks as you remember all the things that had happened between you and your dad. James puts his arm around you and tries to comfort you. You just bury your head into his shoulder and you feel so much better now. You put your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. You want to let him know how grateful you are for his help and after several whiskies you can only think of one way to do it. You look him deep in the eyes and slowly move in to kiss him. He responds gently, stroking his hand down your spine but soon pulls away and looks into your eyes. "Sorry but I don't want it to be like this, you don't owe me anything you know." "James, I can make my own decisions." "I'm sorry but this just seems so seedy at the moment. I'll show you to your room." Trying to walk proves difficult after all that alcohol and when you get to your room you fall into bed accidentally pulling James with you. "James I don't feel pressurised at all. I want this and don't tell me you don't" You don't give him chance to reply as you kiss him strongly and move you hands down inside his jeans. You can feel him getting harder but he pushes your hands away. "No really Liz I can't do this now, not after what you said earlier. I don't want you to feel used and I don't want to think you're only sleeping with me because I'm putting a roof over your head." He gets up and quickly leaves the room. "Well I can't accuse him of not having principles" you think to yourself. ***** "Wake up Liz" James's voice wakes you from your blissful alcohol induced sleep. You open your eyes to see him sitting on the side of the bed. You sigh and put your hand to your thumping head. James hands you some aspirin, "I thought you wouldn't be feeling too good this morning." he says with a reluctant smile. "I'm really sorry about last night. I was drunk" You blame it on the drink despite knowing otherwise. You could swear he looked disappointed, "Oh right.....um yeah of course don't worry about it." He gets up and walks away but then stops and turns around to look at you and you become very aware that you're not wearing anything and start gathering the sheets further around you. "Um there's a robe over there you can wear when you get up" James says. You just smile in acknowledgement and he walks out of the room. You fall back onto the bed infuriated by the growing sexual tension between the two of you. You get out of bed and wander towards the lounge frantically trying to think of a way to bring James and you together. You can hear him fumbling in the kitchen so you make your way over and with every step become more and more confident that he'll understand when you tell him how you feel now that you're sober. As you reach the door to the Kitchen James comes rushing out, a slice of toast in his mouth, while putting on his jacket. He grunts in surprise, takes the piece of toast out of his mouth and, still walking to the door, says hurriedly "I've got to go out, the hoover's in there, still in it's box though, early Christmas present, just unwrap it yourself. I'll be back around four" He doesn't even say goodbye as he slams the door behind him. "Fuck!" That's the only thing you can say. A deal's a deal though, irrespective of what happened last night, you are here to clean. So you get dressed and get to it. By 6 o' clock the place is looking pretty good. Nothing on the floor, Clothes cleaned and put away, Cds and books alphabetised........and then James walks in. "Hi, you haven't eaten have you? I brought take-away." he asks. You shake your head, pleased that he seems more friendly than when you last saw him. "OK, will you take it and get some plates and oh...." he grins "some glasses too" and pulls out a large bottle of Jamesons Whisky. You look at it and, remembering all of last nights events, feel horny and sick simultaneously, "Oh god I'm not touching it" you groan and walk into the kitchen but James quickly follows. He leans against the wall opposite you silently for a few minutes. Eventually he sighs, "Look, about last night," he runs his hand through his hair, clearly agitated "We got off on the wrong foot, you know, so just forget about last night and carry on like nothing happened OK? Obviously that will be better for you. I mean for us" he says semi-believably. "James I want you now" you say. You can't believe you said it but still hope that you're right and he feels the same. His eyes are wide with disbelief at first but then he breaks into a smile and relief washes over you. He slowly walks towards you and then kisses you so tenderly it makes you weak. You put your arms around his neck thinking your knees are going to give way anytime now. After a few moments he pulls away, you slowly open your eyes and see him looking at you with a strange half smile. "You know I think we need to do a bit of washing" He says. You're shocked, after that kiss he wants to wash dishes! Before you have time to say anything he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. He gently puts you down and turns on the taps. He faces you, the rising steam making his shirt cling to his taut muscles. He takes you in his arms and kisses you, parting your lips and slipping in his tongue. You feel the familiar tingling between your legs. He works your nipples through your top and you feel them harden as you unbutton his shirt. You slide it off revealing his muscular torso. He slips off your top, expertly removes your bra and bends to kiss your breasts, taking your nipples in his mouth, flicking his tongue across them. He moves to turn off the taps and you step behind him, unzip his jeans and stroke his dick. He kisses your neck and begins make his way down your body as his hands unzip your skirt and stroke your legs. As your skirt falls to floor his lips reach your legs and pushing aside your knickers he circles your clitoris with his tongue. He stands up and climbs into the bath, "Are you joining me?" he says sexily. You take off your knickers and climb in, gasping as the hot water almost scalds you. He pulls you onto him and you feel him fill you. You rise and fall with the sway of the water and you feel the tension build between your legs, suddenly he cry's out, the force of his orgasm triggers your own. You collapse against his soapy body with a sigh of satisfaction. You stay like that for a while before saying with a grin, "Do I still have to do the cleaning?" <<< Miscellaneous |