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04 March 2012 @ 07:05 am
FIC: Spring Fling  
Author: Osiris Brackhaus
Story Title: Spring Fling
Part: 1/1
Rating: M
Configuration: /
Warnings: Mention of sex and drug use
Word Count: 1.600
Setting: 'Phoenix Empire' verse, see Phoenix Empire Timeline & Index
Characters: Bobby, Wayne
Summary: Working at a holiday resort for the Spring Break rush creates a whole world of opportunities for Bobby and Wayne...
Feedback: Yes, please!



Sitting down next to the huge fire pit, Bobby wondered if he was going to end up in hell.

Sure, handing out blowjobs like candy and taking money for it was kind of questionable. But really enjoying most of them, that felt decidedly sinful.

Leaning back, he absent-mindedly fingered the bunch of credit notes in his pocket. Two-hundred and thirty credits in a single evening, more than ten times the pay he was getting for his work at the bar. The kids here at the Cairngorm Mountain Resort were crazy. Filthy rich, bored and horny, Bobby couldn’t really believe that there weren’t more of the servants working his angle.

But then again, he didn’t really care. When Wayne had come up a few weeks ago, telling Bobby he had arranged a job for the two of them in one of the posh skiing resorts up in the mountains north of Bellingham, Bobby initially hadn’t been too excited. Sure, any opportunity to earn some cash was welcome, especially during winter. But being extra waiting staff at the bar during spring break sounded like a lot of work for a little money, and they would have to pay the trip up there from their own pocket.
Spring Break was the official end of winter season, and the resorts closed afterwards. All the rich commoner kids from down south came up here during that week, drinking and partying until they lost it. It was a wild orgy, to say the least, and usually everyone not able to spend along with them was well advised to get out of the way.

Only, Bobby had never realized just how rich those kids really were.

“Now look at you,” Wayne interrupted the musings of his little brother. “Did something naughty again?”

Looking a little exhausted, a smudge of dirt still on his cheek, Wayne dropped himself onto the bench next to Bobby. He had been relegated to hauling beer kegs up from the cellars, while Bobby was doing front of the house service. It was hard and dirty work, but neither of them minded. Wayne was happier away from people, anyway.

Their employers were relatively decent people, and they allowed their staff to mingle with the guests after their shifts, as long as they kept a low profile and no one complained about them. So the brothers were sitting here now, at the large fire pit in the central lounge of the resort, surrounded by bars and little restaurants, music thumping in the cool air, flickering lights from the dancing floors in adjacent huts glinting in the night.

“Here,” Bobby said, calmly handing his brother half the money he had made during the day. “Your share.”

“What the fuck?” Wayne growled, hesitating for a moment to take the cash. “Have you been whoring around again?”

Despite himself, Bobby found a sleazy grin spreading on his face. There was no denying it, he loved cock.

“I never took money from anyone who I wouldn’t have blown for free.”

“You’re disgusting.” Wayne remarked, though it sounded rather fond. Then, finally, he looked at the money he was holding, his eyes widening with surprise. “What the FUCK?! Bobby!?”

Still smirking, Bobby tried to calm his brother.

“I only did a few guys in the bathroom,” he explained calmly. “They just throw money at you, and I sure as hell won’t let that pass us by.”

It had been only a few guys, right. Several times, though. But apart from the one time he had been blowing three drunken fellows at once, it had been great fun.

“See it that way,” he added cockily, “at least I save a ton of money on food, too.”

“You swallow their fucking slime? Oh, gross.” Wayne wrinkled his face in disgust, only to become the concerned older brother a moment later. “You really shouldn’t. I mean, they’re sure healthy, but with all the pills they are popping constantly, there’s gonna be all kinds of weird shit in... that stuff.”

“It’s not as if I’m drinking their piss, you know,” Bobby started, but seeing Wayne’s eyes grow wide in horror, he realized he was taking the wrong way to explain things. “Don’t worry, brother. I know enough about drugs and bodily fluids to know when I’m taking risks. And I am enjoying this far too much to risk missing out on a single shift here.”

“You really shouldn’t be taking money. That can’t be healthy. You know, in your head.”

For a moment, Bobby was at a loss at what to say. As much as Wayne tried to act the crude bloke with more brawns than brains, he was still caring for Bobby in a way no one else did. He cared for his soul, even if he would never use those words. He was the best brother Bobby could wish for.

“I’ll never do anyone I wouldn’t do for free, is that good enough for you?” he asked, trying not to show how much Wayne’s remark had touched him. “I’ll never do it for the money only.”

Slightly appalled, Wayne wrinkled his face again, making it look as if the freckles on his nose were huddling together.

“You’ll screw around anyway,” he replied laconically, “can just as well rip off those filthy rich dicks running around here.”

“See, that’s my argument, too.”

Smiling, they sat there for a moment in silence. Listening to the blaring music that right now was a ululating, supposedly regional melody underscored with thumping, electric beats, more annoyingly weird than anything else. The revelers around them didn’t seem to care, dancing and drinking as they had done all evening already, not showing any signs of slowing down, only being sweatier and clumsier. Some guys and girls were actually frolicking in the snow drifts outside, shirtless all of them.

“You won’t take money in your time off, promise?” Wayne suddenly said. “If you screw around, you’ll do it just for fun, right?”

Again taken aback at his brother’s odd kind of care, Bobby only nodded without a word. Not exactly what he had planned for the rest of the evening, but not exactly bad, either.

“So, anyone in particular you like?” Wayne asked, non-chalantly ignoring the fact that so far, he had always taken great pains to ignore the fact that Bobby was ‘doing’ boys.

“Not really. The shirtless blond one, out there in the snow, with the bottle in his hand. Probably an asshole, but damn hot.”

Again, Wayne looked slightly disgusted, but not for the reason Bobby assumed.

“No, not one of those rich bastards,” he said. “Isn’t there anyone among the staff? Some poor sucker like us, someone you’d just be having a nice time with? What about that dark haired one over there? He’s been staring at your back all the time.”

“How’d you notice, of all people?”

“I’m keeping an eye on my little brother. You know, blowing guys in the toilet stall might be fun and bring in a lot of cash, but it might get you beaten up pretty fast if you end up with the wrong guy. We’re still on Espen.”

Wayne was right, of course. Bobby picked his ‘customers’ very carefully, but he wasn’t exactly immune to making mistakes. And this was Espen, where people still considered same-sex love as something perverted.

“Here,” Wayne suddenly said, producing a small, hand-rolled cigarette from one of his pockets. “What about you go over to the little dark one and ask him if he’s in the mood to share this one with you?”

Considering the conical shape of the cigarette and the sweet floral aroma that Bobby could notice even from the distance, this sure was no standard tobacco.

“Dakka?” he asked, slightly incredulous.

“Indeed. And not that cheap shit Dimples is smoking, you know? This is real. Silver tips only.”

If that was true, that small cigarette was worth almost as much as the cash Bobby had handed his brother earlier on.
Dakka was a flower that only grew in the deepest wilderness of Serin, its blossom considered a uniquely dangerous, mind-blowing drug and available only to the nobility. The leaves, on the other hand, were a harmless, mood-enhancing drug and a light aphrodisiac, if handled properly. Mostly, though, what was available on the market was a mix of tobacco and dakka stems, if you were lucky. Often enough, there were parts of dakka root in the mix, enhancing the smell but frying your brain if you took too much of it. Their friend Dimples was silent warning to this.
Silver tips were supposed to be only the finest tips of the leaves, sweet and perfectly free of side-effects.

“Where’d you get this one?”

“Fell out of the pocket of some rich guy.” Wayne replied, not entirely credible. “Couldn’t find him again, so I thought it was a case of finders, keepers.”

“It’ll sure make a nice conversation starter…”

“See, that’s my little brother.” Deftly slapping Bobby on the shoulder, Wayne gestured in the direction they had last seen the cute, dark haired waiter. “Now be off, have fun. And don’t forget, don’t take any money!”

Laughing, Bobby nodded and left towards the bar, casting one last look over his shoulder at his brother still sitting near the fire. This was a crazy world he was living in, but with a brother like that, nothing could really go wrong, could there?

 
 
 
BerthaBlueberthablue on March 4th, 2012 07:46 am (UTC)
There was no denying it, he loved cock.
Hahaha, I love Bobby :) Such a happy little whore! The relationship between him and his brother is sweet - glad he has someone to watch out for him!
idolme922idolme922 on March 4th, 2012 04:16 pm (UTC)
No denying he loved cock!!! Love that line. I'm with Bertha on that.

The two sides of Wayne are hysterical. He doesn't want Bobby whoring at all then sets him up with 'see anyone you like.' Charming!

Great little slice of life. I adore Bobby and his practical side. Thanks for something fun to read over my morning coffee.

hugs... A.
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on March 5th, 2012 03:40 pm (UTC)
You're most welcome. There is still quite a bit more to come about both of them, but that's still in the far future.
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on March 5th, 2012 03:39 pm (UTC)
They are real sweethearts. And yes, 'happy little whore' fits perfectly!
debbiemethosdeb on March 4th, 2012 04:33 pm (UTC)
loved it ,gotta love it when brothers look out for each other and don't judge too harshly.
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on March 5th, 2012 03:41 pm (UTC)
Absolutely. Wish I had a brother like Wayne. Or Bobby, for that matter.
triptyxtriptyx on March 5th, 2012 03:58 am (UTC)
nothing could really go wrong, could there?

And why does this fill me with so much dread? :S :S :S

I love Bobby and Wayne but now I can only think of DOOM AHEAD FOR THEM!!! :S :S :S

And Wayne is an awesome big brother! :)

Yay, thank you so much, I love reading more of them! :)
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on March 5th, 2012 03:41 pm (UTC)
My, someone has been paying attention. *hands out extra cookie*

Indeed, from here on, things will be going to hell in a tiny handbasket. Muahahaha!
hab318princesshab318princess on April 4th, 2012 06:35 pm (UTC)
wonderful story, love Bobby and Wayne
osirisbrackhausosirisbrackhaus on April 5th, 2012 06:22 am (UTC)
Thank you dear, I promise we'll be hearing more of them!