Belong To The World

~ TWENTY TWO ~

| P A I N K I L L E R |

When Niall had finally gotten himself together from his encounter with the boys, he was now back in action as he started counting through the stacks of cash in his lap, mumbling the numbers to himself.

He had a couple thousand in there, which was enough for a night, but not enough for a night and a full day. He had swore under his breath, looking up to see that the cab driver was flickering his gaze from the road to the rearview mirror.

That gave him an idea for a split second, and he had settled the cash aside as well as his shorts and shirt and stared biting at his lip and tugging at his shirt so it went more down his shoulder.

"Do you mind stopping at the alleyway, I can walk from there. I just need a little...privacy for a few seconds." Niall mumbled out, his voice low and sexual as he saw the man stiffen in his seat. He smirked, waiting for his plan to work and his grin growing when the man had turned his cab into the alleyway he had asked, stopping the car.

"Y-your friend already paid, so you can just head on your way." The man mumbled out, trying to keep his gaze looked on the steering wheel, but Niall had leaned himself fully forward so his chin was now hooked over the mans shoulder, breath tickling the mans ear.

"I don't know, maybe I should stay here for a couple minutes, wind down a bit. Mind joining me?" Niall asked, his hand had moved onto the mans pants, squeezing at the erection that was growing already.

"Y-you're?"

"Yep, Niall interrupted him, whispering the amount of money in the mans ear making him hum in understanding.

"Come in the front seat, suck me off." The man said breathlessly, eyes fading over in lust as Niall grinded the heel of his hand into his groin.

"I need to see the money first, babe." The man looked unsure at first, and looked like he needed a little more persuading, so, the blond grabbed at the waistband of the sweatpants and pulled them down his legs, now half naked in the back seat.

That got the man going, and he was furiously grabbing for his wallet in his back pocket, grabbing 50 pounds and slapping it onto the middle console of the car. Niall smirked, grabbing it and setting it in the pile with the other money, now finally crawling into the front seat and leaning himself forward to undue the mans belt.

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It was sloppy, and the man had a kink for gagging, so his throat was sore after he had done that, plus leaning over was beyond painful for his ribs. But now he had enough money to say he had a client wanting him over for a long time, and having a little soreness in his ribs and throat was better then getting slammed into the floor and beaten till he was drowning in his own blood.

He was kind of impatient to get to the apartment as he slowly made his way across the road and to the front doors to the building. He was getting quite shaky since he hadn't had a drink or hit of something since yesterday, so he held onto that want to urge him into the building and up the stairs towards the room.

His feet were dragging along the floor when he got to the door, but he had enough energy to at least start knocking, stepping back a little bit so he didn't have the want to lean his full bodyweight against the door in exhaustion. 

The door opened, and revealed Ivy who was wearing one of Nicholas' shirts and no pants, only underwear probably. She grinned at him, her eyes like two pairs of snakes as she zeroed in on the money clasped in his hand. 

"We were wondering if we had to find ourselves a new slut, it's been quite a while since you left the house." Niall didn't answer her, he simply handed the money over to her awaiting hands and stepped into the apartment. He could smell food being fried in the kitchen, but that only made him feel worse as he slumped against the couch and snuggled into the uncleaned and beer-stained cushions.