(At this point the week is an abstract concept)
Tagged by @thiamsxbitch 💚
So this is from "what money can't buy" (new wip and trust me this is going to be the angstiest angst)
The silence that followed the kiss wasn't sweet, or slow, or peaceful.
The silence actually felt like a void sucking the oxygen from his lungs.
Liam couldn't afford it, not that kiss, not Theo's gaze, and not... the hope.
"It'll be sixty," Liam found himself saying, disconnected, dissociated.
"What?" Theo replied only in a small voice, his expression shocked.
"Sixty dollars, I'm sorry, but I can't go lower than that."
Theo seemed to freeze, every trace of color leaving his face.
"You want me to pay you... for a kiss?"
Liam pulled his lips into a distant smile.
"We both know you don't just want a kiss," he said, the little monster inside him now in full control "everything you've done... I'm used to long foreplay, but the hourly rate still kicks in."
Liam just wanted to throw up.
"You mean... sex?" Theo asked, completely incredulous "you want me to pay you to have sex? What the fuck are you talking about?"
And then finally, finally, Liam felt the weight of months spent protecting his secret melt away as he saw the dots in Theo's eyes finally connect.
That was him, who he really was, and now Theo knew too.
And now Theo could finally hate him for it, too.
"It's your job," Theo finally spoke, his eyes filled with horror "you... you're a prostitute."
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