crack_van | Hustling by smutjunkie (NC-17)

Fandom: STAR TREK:REBOOT
Characters/Pairings: Jim Kirk/Leonard McCoy
Length: ~3,780
Author on LJ: smutjunkie
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Why this must be read:

Mirrorverse AU, in which Leonard is a hustler, and Jim wants in on the action. My month of recs would not be complete without a Mirrorverse story. (For those unaware, it’s canon that there are alternate universes where the characters are evil. Canon. Just one of the reasons why Star Trek rocks.) I love this story becasue it stars my favorite verson of Bones- one that still has a moral center and still tries to save lives despite the universe he lives in.

Author’s warning: References to child abuse and pedophilia. Sounds horrible, I know, but this is Leonard and this is Jim: they've got each other's backs.

"Kid, unless you've got a lot of credits hidden in those rags, you've come to the wrong place. Go home to your mother."

"My mother's not home," came the unsurprising reply, "but my stepdad is."

And damn, that said it all, didn't it? "So whaddaya want?"

"I need a job."

Leonard snorted and gave the kid a second look. He was young, so still skinny, with too many scars buried in dirt, but Leonard could see the blue of his eyes even in the shitty light. Cleaned up, he could pass for beautiful, and there were enough perverts around these parts that he could probably wind up doing steady trade.

There were any number of reasons why he should send the kid away. First and foremost, he represented competition, and lots of it. Leonard had beat off another hustler to claim this spot, at an intersection with few lights but heavy foot traffic, and he felt perversely territorial about it. Secondly, this kid was maybe even younger than he had been when he started, and he was all too aware of how fucked in the head you got from all the johns and their heavy hands.

Thing was, he also knew how desperate you had to be before you even considered street work. The kid in front of him was standing tall, his face determined, but Leonard didn't miss the slight sway to his stance, the way those baby blues swam in and out of focus. He was exhausted, and filthy, and probably starving. Fall had already blown in with heavy rains, and Leonard was willing to bet his sore, tired ass that the kid had nowhere to stay.

Oh what the hell. He was four thousand credits shy of tuition, and this kid could rake in twice that over the course of a few weeks. Leonard would see to it that he got a cut.

"What's your name?"

The kid hesitated. Aside from his rags, his name was the only thing he had left to lose.

"I'm James."

Leonard nodded grimly. "We'll call you Jimmy."

Hustling