dramapunk

Title: The Problem With Rent is You Have to Pay it.

Word Count: 1,500'ish?

Rating PG or PG13? Swearing?

Warnings: Talk of prostitution

Pairing: Jim/Bones
Fandom: AOS, It's an AU duh...

AN: This is for

gadget who requested a fic that used Whore-five.

Def: <i><b>Whore-Five</b>: A hi-five between whores, takes place a lot in the Jim and Bones chats...</i> Big thanks to

noo for the beta and helping me figure out how the fuck to work Whore-five into a fic. <3

Leonard sat at the bar sipping his drink nice and slow. It was a rare off night from the clinic. A rare night where he was all caught up on his homework, but not such a one in the fact he need to get enough cash to scrape up this months rent bill. He snorted and felt mildly disgusted with himself. He tried not to think what his mother and father would think about certain life choices he had made.

A blond man, no boy... Leonard wasn't even sure he was old enough to drink, sat down next to him.

“Hi,” the kid said smiling slightly as the bar tender sat down a Bud-Lite Classic down in front of him. “You look lonely,” The kid continued as he took a long pull from the bottle.

“You do too.” Leonard's not used to this. It's not like he has done this a lot, only two or three times when things where really tight, like now. He never went to pick up in the same place twice either, so he's hasn't been to this bar in this rather shady bit of town. Was he really that obvious to the kid or to the people in this place?

“Leo,” he said said as he shook the kid's hand; he never gave out his full name in situations like this.

“Tiberius,” the young man replied as he released Leonard's hand and pushed the shaggy bond hair out of his eyes. 'Tiberius' took another sip from the bottle.

“Bullshit.” Leonard laughed, “If you don't wanna give me you real name, fine, but make up something a little more believable, man.” Leonard finished his drink.

“It is my name, it was my grandfathers name too.” The kid shrugged at him. “Got stuck with the weird family name.” Tiberius downed the last of his beer and asked, “You want to get out of here?” He looked Leonard in the eyes, and the intense blue took him a bit aback, mesmerizing him.

“Yeah. You got someplace you wanna go?” Leonard asked as they both tossed a few credits down for their drinks.

“My place is walking distance. Lets just go there,” Blondie led McCoy out onto the sidewalk, he didn't want to think of him as Tiberius and was trying to come up with the right epitetah. The kid reached out and took his hand, leadin him through a maze of streets to a run down looking testament in The Tenderloin.

“You live here?” McCoy looked up at the building. A few of the windows were boarded up and he thought he saw a rat scurry across the stairs near where the kid was keying in his entry code.

“Rents cheap and it's all I can afford and manage to save up for school.” Tiberius shrugged and pulled open the door. He dragged Leonard in, making sure the door closed tightly behind them. He lead them up a few flights of stairs. “Sorry the lift has been broken for months now,” he continued as they headed up three flights.

“Have you talked to your landlord?” McCoy suggested as the kid shoved a key into a door with peeling paint.

“Doesn't really work in a place like this. If you didn't notice, it's kind of a slum.” He pushed the door open. “I don't really mind and I don't want the trouble because I can barely keep up with the rent here.”

Leonard didn't know why, maybe it was the neighborhood and the way the outside of the building looked, he expected the inside to be a disaster as well. He was a little surprised when he was pulled in to a neat studio. It may have have a pizza box on the table with a familiar purple and gold financial aid packet from state next to it, but other than standard apartment clutter and the fact the bed in the corner was unmade, it was rather neat.

“You go to State?” Leonard walked over to the table and noticed the packet was half filled out.

“Not yet, don't have the money....but anyway...” Tiberius smiled, no he leered over his shoulder towards Leonard as he locked the door. “How do you want me?” he asked as he plopped himself down on to the sofa.

“God this is going to be a long fucking night." Leonard thought. "Shouldn't I be asking you that, anyway it's 400 hundred for the whole night, half now, half in the morning that alright?” Leonard nodded.

“Umm, dude, I charge, 500 for the night. Gotta keep a roof over my head. It may not be much but it's still fucking pricey to live in this dump.” He smiled over the back of the couch at Leonard, his hair once again falling across his face.

“Wait you're a... Shit. This nights a bust,” Leonard grouched as he sat down next to Tiberius.

“Wait, are you one?” The kid suddenly started laughing his ass off. "Oh my fucking god, what are the odds?” He was clutching his side now.

“The odds are I'm getting evicted tomorrow,” Leonard muttered.

“Come on. Seriously, one day late isn't going to get you booted? Is it?” The kid was wiping his eyes and held up his hand in the traditional hi-five position, “Whore five?” He snickered.

“You're a child,” Leonard complained as he leaned back into the sofa.

“God, I hope not. If so there are a lot of fucked up guys in this city,” Tiberius snorted as he lowered his hand. “You still wanna mess around? Might be fun to just have sex for fun.” Tiberius slid closer to Leonard on the sofa.

“Your kidding, right? I'm not exactly in the right headspace anymore, I'm about to lose my apartment.”

“How short are you? Maybe we can work something out?” Tiberius put his arm around Leonard.

“What are you getting at?” Leonard arched an eyebrow at the kid.

“Well, I've got some cash saved up and obviously if you only need 400 and your rent is due tomorrow, you're closer to making your rent then I am mine,” Tiberius offered.

“Your point?” Leonard tried to scoot away from the guy. He didn't even know why he was still here, he should be out trying to sell plasma or something.

Tiberius kept Leonard from moving by sliding himself into Leonard's lap and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Well I have a regular job, pays okay. I assume, from the way you're acting you don't do this all the time either, so you must have a regular job too?”

“Yeah, I do. What's your point?” Leonard squirmed a bit under the warmth of Tiberius in his lap.

“Well, maybe we wouldn't have to do this.” Tiberius made a vague gesture with his hands, “if we helped each other out.” The kid looked hopeful.

“You don't even know me and your asking if we can live together?” Leonard sighed. Having a room mate would make life easier, the whole reason he was screwed this month was because his god damn roommate had a nervous break down and moved back to Oregon.

“You don't know me either, but then how is this any different then finding a room-mate on Craigslist? It will be better for both our lives if you think about, because I love sex, but getting paid for it just makes me feel like shit.”

“Yeah, me too kid,” Leonard huffed. “I guess you're right, doesn't make it any less weird.”

“Of course I'm right. James T. Kirk is always right.” 'James' placed a kiss on Leonard's forehead.

“James? I thought your name was Tiberius?” Leonard's eyebrows crawled up towards his hairline and he was about to shove James off his lap .

“What do you think the T stands for?” James rolled his eyes. “I didn't lie. I just don't like my clients knowing my first name. You can call me Jim though as you are my roommate now, right?” The kids eyes had gone wide and he haD this kicked puppy look about him.

“Yeah, Jim, you're my roommate now.” He couldn't say no to that face, even if he did just meet him. “But you going to fill out that shit,” he pointed to the financial-aid paperwork, “and going to school.”

“Alright.” Jim nodded “Ex whore five?” Jim held up his hand again and at that Leonard did shove him off his lap and back on to the sofa.

“I have an infant moving in with me,” Leonard grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

“Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship,” Jim laughed.