For FiKi Week, prompted by @gatheringfiki (day seven: inspired by music)
Fíli yawned as he left his class, his satchel thrown over a shoulder. He smiled and waved to some of his colleagues as he made his way out of the building. University was hard, but Fíli loved every aspect of it. Growing up with nothing made one appreciate every opportunity, and going to University in the UK was actually a dream come true and he wouldn’t take that for granted.
Tugging the scarf more tightly around his neck, Fíli took his gloves from his pocket and put them on before pulling out and checking his phone. There was a message from Ori and Fíli opened it before venturing himself to the winter wind of London.
There’s a new client interested in you. Call me when your classes are over.
Fíli sighed and hit the call button, finally leaving the building so he could walk to the tube. Ori answered promptly with a happy hello and Fíli smiled at his friend’s happy tone. “So. New client, huh?” Fíli said with a chuckle and Ori hummed excitedly.
“Yeah. I know I said he was interested, but he actually already paid for two hours with you on Friday.” Fíli frowned. It wasn’t how it usually worked, but he waited until Ori continued. “His name’s Keelan Durin. You know, from the Durin & Co?” Fíli stopped in his tracks as he heard that. Since he moved to the UK six months ago and started University he heard about this company and it was every Business graduate’s dream to land a job there.
“Is he the CEO?” Fíli asked slowly as he resumed walking. He’d have to refuse if this was the CEO; his chances of working there some day – although very slim as it were at the moment – would be dissipated if the CEO ever recognized him as an escort.
“No, apparently he’s the son of the CEO. The CEO is happily married.” Ori sighed. “You’re the one interested in working there and you don’t know anything about them?” Fíli blushed, but truth was he was more interested in what the company did than to the ones running it. “Anyway, he prefers to be called Kíli, which I find very ironic, and he’s twenty one and I know you don’t like accepting clients who are younger than you, but he promised discretion.”
“What exactly does he want?” Fíli asked as he entered the DLR to go home, finding an empty chair and sitting on it. He ignored that the boy’s nickname was similar to his.
“Two hours on Friday to take you to dinner. He explained that he’d like to talk to you before hiring you for a whole night near Christmas. There’ll be a company party and he’d like to take you, but he said he’d talk to you to see if you’re okay with this.” Fíli sighed and Ori continued, voice a bit softer. “He seemed very nice. And I think this could be a nice opportunity for you.” Fíli shook his head.
“For Flavius, you mean.” Fíli pursed his lips. Flavius was the name he used in the agency. It had been a way to separate his job from his personal life, and if there was ever a client who happened to be a stalker, it would be more difficult to find him if they only knew his fake name. “It’s not like I can deny it. He doesn’t even want sex?”
“No, not for this Friday at least. Maybe for the party, though.” Ori explained and Fíli thought he could live with that.
“Okay, great. You can confirm it. Send me the information later.” Fíli said, ready to hang up, but Ori continued speaking.
“Actually, he was very adamant about wanting you and since he already paid, I already wrote down all the information. I’ll be sending you an email in a few minutes. I’ll just call him and tell him I managed to reach you.” Fíli hummed in agreement. “Oh, and Fíli. Wear your best suit with your date with him.” And without further ado, Ori hung up. Fíli blinked a couple of times and looked at his phone as if it was betraying him, but he ended up sighing and putting the phone back in his pocket, taking a book out of his satchel and starting to read. It would be a long way home.
Fíli didn’t have work that day, so he’d take advantage of his open schedule to study and write the papers that were due before the break. Arriving home, Nori was also there, cooking them dinner, but he looked ready to go out. Nori was also an escort at the same agency as Fíli, while Ori, Nori’s younger brother, was only responsible to work on the phone and email, scheduling clients to escorts and managing their timetables. Dori, the eldest brother, worked at the shopping centre near their home in a clothing store and with everyone’s income, it was possible to live in a nice housing in Acton. Money was still tight to all of them, but it was better than other years of Fíli’s life.
Going to his bedroom, Fíli turned on his computer and checked his email. He saw Ori’s email with all the information he’d need with Keelan’s details (name, how he should be addressed, age, occupation, phone number and time and place where they should meet). Fíli hesitated for just a moment before googling Keelan Durin’s information online. There were pictures and Fíli couldn’t help but smile as he noticed that the bloke was actually very handsome. It wouldn’t be hard to sleep with him at all, so Fíli just hoped he was someone nice to talk to.
Searching for more information about the boy’s life, he found out that Thorin Durin was actually Keelan’s uncle, but he had adopted the boy after Keelan’s parents died during a trip to New Zealand when the boy was barely one year old. Fíli chuckled at how ironic everything was. Not only their nicknames were similar, but Keelan’s parents died where Fíli was born. Not to mention that Keelan was on his last year as a Business undergrad while Fíli was on his first year. The difference, of course, was that Keelan studied at Imperial College Business School, while Fíli studied at the University of Cumbria. Not that his University was a bad one, but it was affordable, while the Imperial College was one of the most expensive schools in the UK.
Well, a twenty one year old wouldn’t be able to afford an escort for a whole night if they didn’t have money to spend, Fíli reckoned.
