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Gloss wasn’t surprised to see Finnick’s name as an extra on his appointment sheet for today. If anything, he was surprised it had taken this long. Finnick had been working for over a year now (as he was seventeen) and Gloss had been working since he won. (Winning at eighteen makes that an instant job.)
“Who’s it with?” Cash asked, Gloss still hated how they had to talk about these things. He knew Cashmere couldn’t do all this without him and he was the same but it still hurt nonetheless.
“Odair,” Gloss replied.
Cash sighed on his behalf. She’d had more appointments with other Victors and knew how bad it was more than he did. “Woman or man?”
“Woman,” Gloss told her, “Frances Tangent.”
“Never had her,” Cash supplied, “let me go ask someone else if they’ve had her.”
“I’m going to Remake,” Gloss didn’t want her to be unable to find him later.
“Sweet!” Cash ran off to go talk to some of the older Victors.
Remake was empty when he arrived which he was grateful for. Sometimes it was so full you couldn’t hear yourself think over the sound of hair being ripped off people’s bodies.
Gloss let the feeling of makeup being applied to his face and oil being applied to his body roll off him. He didn’t even notice Cash had come down to talk to him until she put her hand on his shoulder.
“She’s one of those fetish ones, loves watching men having sex,” Cash whispered to him.
“That’s why you hadn’t had her then,” Gloss joked, trying to not think about what that could mean about the woman. Usually, if they had a thing for men doing other men, they didn’t care about if it hurt or not and just wanted it to look as sexy as possible. Like real life porn.
“I’m going to go get ready myself,” Cash smiled at him, “see you in the morning.”
Gloss watched his sister walk away into an open section of Remake next to him and tried hard not to think about the man she was going to be with later.
When Gloss was finally ready he was shoved into a car and driven to the appointments location.
His car arrived at the same time as Finnick’s car and their client approached the both of them, confused at who to reach out for first. She ended up choosing to put her hands on Finnick first and Gloss took that moment to take one last deep breathe before putting on his best client ready face and prepare for what him and Finnick would be getting up to with this woman.
She showed them to the approved room and started to lay out their instructions. Clearly she wasn’t under any illusions that this wasn’t something she was directly paying for. (For some reason there were clients who acted like they hadn’t payed for his time and that they didn’t know exactly what they were doing. He liked that she didn’t have this idea.)
“Finnick, darling, I want you to start undressing now. And you too Gloss,” Frances began saying, “when you’ve both finished undressing, Gloss you’ll be fucking Finnick. I’ll instruct you whilst you’re doing it.”
They both followed the instructions she had already given them and once Gloss was naked he turned his attention to the bed to see Finnick was already on it.
“Beautiful,” Frances’ mummer broke the silence that had taken over when they both had been undressing.
Gloss didn’t know who she was aiming that comment at but looking at Finnick’s lying naked form, ass to the world, he could give a guess that it wasn’t him.
Finnick turns his head over his shoulder to look back at Frances and smiles. “Get over here Gloss,” Finnick says.
“Yes,” Frances agrees. “Gloss,” she takes a second to think through her next instruction. “Fuck him now. Whilst I watch. Be rough, I’m sure Finnick can take it.”
Finnick grins at her. Gloss smirks at her as well, he walks towards Finnick and before long he’s on the bed, on top of Finnick and reminding himself of the instructions he has.
Fuck Finnick. Hard. Done.
Gloss doesn’t look for any lube, she didn’t give it to him so that means they don’t get it. His theory that she wouldn’t care about how it hurt them as long as it looked good was correct so far.
Gloss doesn’t go in for any fingers either. She had said fuck. That means fuck. Not give him fingers until he’s loose enough to fuck.
Gloss pushes in and groans, he hears Finnick moan under him and knows they’re on the same page; fake it ‘til you make it.
Gloss fucks into Finnick the same way, until he hears Frances list off another demand. “Make him cry,” she tells Gloss, snapping her pointy fingers at him and pointing to Finnick’s face which shows he’s ‘enjoying’ it.
With her new demand, Gloss fucks into Finnick harder, even though it’s barely even possible, he’d already been doing it rough, he’s not sure how much rougher he could make it look. He grips onto Finnick’s hips and rocks him forwards, pushing his head into the mattress.
Gloss doesn’t normally let himself get distracted when he’s with another Victor like he does when it’s just him and a client but he managed to get distracted this time and he only breaks out of it when he hears Finnick’s choked sobbing. From how red Finnick’s face is, he knows Finnick’s been crying for some time now and is aware that he’s done what the client wants and starts to try and finish.
She hadn’t instructed that he was allowed to do that yet but he didn’t think she would mind. She must surely want some action, right?
“Fuck,” Gloss groans, her turns to her. “Can I cum?” He asks.
She’s the one to smirk this time.
“Yes.”
She leans forward from her seat and watches intently as Gloss finishes inside Finnick.
Gloss closes his eyes for a second to stop himself from becoming violent with her. And opens them to see that Finnick has also finished, he’s done it all over himself and is moaning from the overstimulation.
Gloss goes to stop but Frances shouts at him when he’s pulling out.
“Keep going,” she demands.
Gloss fucks his cum deeper into Finnick and finally starts to feel incredibly bad. Even though they’re both acting, this will still be hurting Finnick more than it is Gloss and he knows how much it must suck for Finnick to be forced to continue doing this. Acting is easy sometimes but when it’s like this it’s never easy.
Gloss is finally allowed to stop when Finnick orgasms for a second time. Frances lets him pull out and finally undresses, getting onto the bed and pulling Gloss onto her.
She ignores Finnick and pretends he isn’t still a crying mess on the bed next to them and instead forces Gloss’ head down to her dripping cunt.
Gloss blanks out the next part but when she’s gone he can still feel the pain of her hands in his hair and can feel where hair must’ve been pulled out as she held him down and he struggled for air.
Gloss looks over to Finnick and sees the aftermath they’re left in.
Gloss isn’t close to Finnick, he isn’t really close to anyone but Cash, but he still has so much respect for Finnick that it hurts him to see what Finnick looks like.
“I’m sorry,” Gloss tells him, when he’s sure Frances can’t even be in the building anymore. Finnick has some sort of paper towel that he’s using to clean his body off and doesn’t even bother looking up to reply to Gloss.
“She should be sorry, not you,” he tells him. Gloss has to agree but he can’t help feeling like this is his fault too.
She wouldn’t have been able to watch Finnick get wrecked like that if it wasn’t Gloss whole thing of being bigger and stronger than all of the other Victors.
Gloss nearly starts to explain himself but decides it’s better not to spill his guts to Finnick.
“Do you need any help?” Gloss asks instead. He hates seeing Finnick this way, he knows he must also look bad but it can’t be anything compared to Finnick and he needs to make sure Finnick is okay first.
“Can you find my underwear?” Finnick asks. Gloss gets all of Finnick’s stuff ready and once Finnick’s left. (“I still have another appointment.”) Gloss gets himself dressed and is out of there next.