If anyone from Blue Evan's hometown saw the nineteen-year-old on his knees in front of a half-naked man, they wouldn't believe their eyes. He had often heard himself described as quiet and polite. Klutzy and accident-prone for sure, but most people tried to over-look that unless he had a cast or some stitches. Everyone knew that he tried his best to be extra good, to make up for his other lacks. No, they would look and be sure it was just someone who resembled their Blue. Especially since his startling copper hair, shared with the other members of his family, was dyed blue to match his name.
"Oh, God, yeah Blue, suck me hard."
Blue gripped the hips of the man in front of him and sucked harder on the cock in his mouth. Hands wove themselves into his blue hair and held tightly. Blue opened his throat and silently encouraged the man to move, to fuck his mouth however he wanted. It was a little difficult for him but this wouldn't last much longer, so he just moaned and hummed around the hard flesh.
"I love your fucking sexy mouth, Blue. Oh damn, I'm gonna blow. You're so good. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Just when the man started to come, Blue sat back and pulled off the condom to let the cream hit his face, one hand moving down to milk the cock dry. "That was fucking amazing."
"Glad you enjoyed it, Harry," Blue purred, looking up through his lashes. It didn't take much for him to play up to Harry, if it got him what he wanted. "It's always a pleasure to do you, you're so enthusiastic."
Harry laughed and strode over to the sink to get a wet cloth for Blue. Once he was tidy, the two men returned to the front room where Blue slid into one of the chairs. He was here to get his hair done in a different shade of blue. He wasn't due to be paid for two days and his money was tight, so this was an arrangement he had with Harry. For a blowjob, he could get his hair done and not have to pay.
There were a few places around town, for different things, where he had the same arrangement. Sure, it was one step removed from being a whore, but an important step so far as Blue was concerned. The only thing he offered was his mouth and he didn't accept actual money. It was nothing more than self-deception, but it allowed him to keep his self-respect in his own mind. Others likely wouldn't see it the same way.
A glance out the window through the mirror showed a group obviously coming from the nearby library. It bothered Blue that he wouldn't ever attend college. He used to dream of becoming a teacher and working with kids. Now that dream was as dead as his past. Even if he wanted to try and take some classes, he could barely make his rent and buy food, let alone pay for tuition and books. Best to just forget about all that and concentrate on getting through each day as it came.
"So, Blue, what are you going to do while Jack closes down the shop to renovate?"
"God only knows, V. I've got a place I can stay for a few weeks, but I won't have any cash coming in unless I find some sort of temporary work." Blue looked into V's eyes for a moment, admiring her vivid pink hair with black and white streaks mixed in. Vanessa, or V as she preferred to be called, was as close to a friend as he had. "There is one place that told me maybe, so I'll head back over there tomorrow morning and see what they say."
Jack, V's cousin, owned a bookstore and hired Blue as a favour. His hard work, and willingness to work long hours, meant he was still working there nearly three years later. The pay was for shit, but Jack also allowed Blue to stay in the tiny loft above the store. Now, however, Jack wanted to redo the entire interior to maximize space, so Blue had to leave for the weeks it would take for the work to be done.
Truth was, Blue didn't have anywhere to stay yet, but he didn't want anyone to know that. V would worry and try to find him a place. That was the last thing he wanted anyway, having to live with someone, share space and stuff. They would probably want to talk and he just didn't need to deal with that. Best to just find some out of the way corner. Thank God it was warm out now that spring had officially arrived. Sleeping in an alley or a park might be uncomfortable in the dead of winter.
The new shade of blue V gave him was amazing. It was kind of a royal blue, with a shimmer of lighter blue shot through it. It was very nice. He gave a grin to V, his normal grin that was all for show and didn't reach his eyes. Tomorrow might see him with nowhere to live and no money to buy food, but he would look damned good. The least he could do was try to appear appreciative of her efforts.
For twenty minutes he sat there once they were done, drinking coffee and telling jokes. Not once did he feel happy but he still laughed right along with the others, blending in. He wouldn't come back for weeks, when he absolutely needed his hair done again, so he spent his time now, promising to get together soon for drinks. Harry and V knew it was a lie, knew that he would not call or visit, yet they tried and pushed.
When he left the salon, Blue walked aimlessly, not sure where he wanted to go. His steps brought him to the library, where he hesitated, wanting to go inside but afraid to. What if he went in, took a book, and loved it? Blue knew he couldn't take the time to start reading and spending time in a library now, because when he went back to work it just wouldn't be possible anymore. If he was living on the street until he could get back to his apartment above the bookstore, how could he have a book and not have it get ruined? Still, he felt the draw of the books. Until he...left home, reading had been a pleasure, a way to forget his problems.
There couldn't be anything wrong with going inside and reading in the library. Blue just had to not check out any books. If the librarian said he couldn't spend all his time inside reading, then that would solve the problem. Just when his hand reached out for the door, he frowned and paused. He worked in a fucking bookstore and he never once felt the need to take one of the books and read. Not once. Jack told him as long as he was careful of the books, Blue could read whatever he wanted in the store.
If he'd never felt the urge to do it there, why did he feel so compelled to go into the library now? Why did he feel he wouldn't be able to bring a book home, when Jack wouldn't care one way or the other? Uneasiness filled Blue, made him back away from the library entrance and hurry down the sidewalk. Blue knew he couldn't go inside that library until he figured out what the difference was. There had to be something for him to feel so different about the two places.
The last time he'd read for pleasure was before his father kicked him out of the house at fifteen. He could still remember hearing his father yell in the hospital room, with Blue resting on his side. His back was too sore and bloody to support any weight, and he couldn't be on his stomach because...his mind shied away from that and he didn't try to remember.
The only other time Kevin Evans yelled for any reason was when one of the horses kicked him, and that was only from the pain of the blow, not because he was angry at the horse. That day, Kevin Evans had been furiously angry with his son. The police officer and doctor tried to calm the older man down, but he was too busy accusing his son of inviting the attack. He told Blue that he deserved what he got for being perverted.
Blue was told in no uncertain terms that he was no longer welcome at home. When he left the hospital, Blue went to live with a nice couple, John and Amelia Kane. He worked part-time after school to save his money. A year later, with enough money to last a few weeks, Blue wrote a note to his foster parents and took off. He didn't have any destination, only that it be away from home. More than the hour he was, at any rate.
