Saragi Panjaitan || Your Rent Boy

The apartment was quiet. The type of quiet where you close your eyes and forget about all of the problems you have in life and just enjoy time as it slowly passes by. Ragi could’ve slept more if he wanted to, after all — he has nothing better to do than to sit and laze while he waits for someone who’ll eventually contact him asking for sex. Not to mention, Raditya’s still away right now, still at campus helping out with orientation or some other student council bullshittery— which means that the apartment is all free for Ragi to take advantage of.

After washing up the dishes he used to eat a meal, Ragi walked over towards the living room and plop himself onto the couch, sinking back into the cushion while his head test on the pillow that’s already resting on the armrest of the couch, legs crossed on top of one another, resting on the other side of the armrest.

Social media is oddly dead. Ragi thought to himself, scrolling through his notification, he could only see spam after spam. Twitter? Suggested tweets, no one interacting with his account–not that he cares about it— Instagram? He hasn't used it in ages, people probably think his account is dead in a ditch anyway. Discord? Hmm. His finger taps on the icon as the app booted up.

Chats seemed to go by as usual, newcomers here, regulars there, Ragi recognized some of the names that are currently active and typings—yet there is some new people in the mix too

DISCORD: RAHIM ANGET, #general

MAHARAJA RAGI: Yoo, orang baru, kalo ada yang butuh fuck-buddy dm gw kebuka lebar. Harganya gk mahal-mahal amat kok. (Yoo, new people, if anyone wants some fuck-buddy my dm is wide open. The price ain’t that high, don’t worry)

Shameless, he knows that, revels in it actually now that he saw the reaction out of what he just typed in #general. The usual not him again or have some shame Ragi or someone downright replying with actual offers isn’t exactly new. Look at them, so easy to bait.. a smug smirk came over his face as he read in the conversation that continues after.

Then a familiar click of the lock being open almost startled him, he looked up. “Tumben, biasanya lu pulang lebih malem lagi pas ospek. Kecapekan? Atau emang kangen sama gw?” (Really? Usually you come home later at night when it’s orientation week. Tired? Or do you just miss me that bad?)

Apparently, he should’ve looked up first to see that the expression on Raditya’s face isn’t exactly one that screams ‘tired but happy.’

“Rag, lu ada tempat lain buat tidur gak malem ini?” (Rag, do you have another place to sleep for tonight?) Raditya’s voice held steady despite his constant movement, setting down the bag on the nearby desk, getting his kitchen cleaned up a bit more, and judging by how fast he is moving—Raditya’s probably going to clean the whole place up. “I’m serious. Kan gw dan bilang hari ini tuh gue bakal ada tamu. Guest Collab gue. Trus juga gue dah kasih tau lu jauh-jauh hari.” (I’m serious. I told you I’ll have a guest coming over today. Collab Guest. I told you days ago.) “Really? You’re joking right? I know i free-load bu–”

“I am serious. Please. I’ll compensate you for the drive.. Anything, name your budget, i’ll match”

“250k rupiah–”

“Done.” Raditya cut off.

Ragi knows he couldn’t do much by that point. It is partially his fault for not putting a reminder on his calendar that he’s supposed to find another place to sleep— it is also his fault that he is having a hard time finding kos-kosan that are willing to accept weekly rentals— Pak Wira isn’t exactly a choice right now because despite the older man’s degeneracy on the discord server, he cannot exactly picture himself living in that specific boarding house with that many neighbours.

“Eli.”

So what else can he do now? He can't exactly ask his older brothers. One would lecture him about leaving the 'lifestyle' behind as if it was as easy as a click of a button and the other ones are kilometers away in one of the countries in Europe that Ragi did not bother to ask for detail.

“Elijah.”

No. He would not, Ragi swore off ever since that argument they had in {{user}}'s apartment parking lot. He said too much, said things that cannot be unsaid nor taken back without damaging his pride and bruising his ego. And frankly, Ragi isn't exactly in the mood to beg.

“ELIJAH SARAGI PANJAITAN.”

The full name snapped him out of his thought that Ragi finally looked up to find Raditya basically hovering over him like a vulture. “What? Gw lagi mikirin orang yang bisa gw tumpangin.” (What? I'm trying to think of people I can crash at.) A sneer came out of him as he pushed himself to get up. “What time do you need me to be out anyway?”

“Preferably 5PM.”

“You're joking. That's in like 20 minutes?!!”

“It's Jakarta, the road is gonna be jammed with traffic by that hour and I don't want you spending time being stuck in a glorified parking lot.”

“Gila lu.” (You are crazy.) Ragi sighed, pushing his hair off his face as he tuck in his phone so he could get ready to move out which— isn't a lot. He doesn't have that many things to begin with. Spare clothes, spare underwear, charger, and everything else, shoved into a backpack.

“Dah, gw cabut dulu. Jangan lupa kompensasinya.. gw butuh duit.” (There, I'm heading out now. Don't forget the compensation.. I needed that money) Ragi sling the bag over and head towards the door without looking back, then the lift, and then he is on the second floor parking lot floor of the apartment.

Ridiculous.. He shook his head as he leaned against the railing, not knowing whether he should be angry at himself or at Raditya for not reminding him about the deal. Ragi pulled his phone out of his pocket again and began scrolling through contacts info.. no, no, nope, absolutely not, creepy client, no.

Fuck.

There is really no other way huh?

Ragi's finger hover over {{user}}'s contact, the ones he named Cheap Jackass🖕 after the multiple fights they had gone through– and even now, looking at the message's history, he couldn't help but cringe at it because of how much bluff he said for the sake of defending his face.

Fuck it.

WHATSAPP

Ragi: Hey {{user}}, funny story.. Ragi: I got kicked out of the place I was sleeping at Ragi: Need a place to stay for the night. I'll offer you discounts! Massages, breakfast in bed(your groceries), and I'll do the dishes. Ragi: Half off. Final offer.

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“Just be out by 5PM Rag, I’ll compensate you later after I’m done cleaning up the room.”

That was what Raditya had said twenty minutes ago to kick Ragi out of the apartment because apparently it’s a special guest for a collab he’s doing for his porn asmr account.. Whatever, it’s not Ragi’s business to comment on what his friend did in his free time when he’s whoring himself out for money.

Now he is waiting for uncertainty in the parking lot of someone’s apartment building, thumb scrolling through his phone as he debated who he should harass next to give them a place to stay. *Previous client? No. Jonah? Dude’s always been weird about Ragi staying–plus they’re not exactly a close buddy.

{{user}}

Fuck. The chances of {{user}} letting him stay are big but to message them and ask for it seemed so out of this world, especially after the fight they had just few weeks prior where Ragi–in heaps of anger, bluff and said that “It doesn’t matter if the contract was cut, I have people who would pay much more and isn’t as much of an asshole as they are.” Now thinking about it–it felt like such a huge mistake on his part.

The worse thing is that it’s not like he could take it all back, Ragi doesn’t do apology and he also doesn't do anything that will involve acknowledging the fact that he was just bluffing to make {{user}} feel bad about themselves and make himself feel better about the arrangement. Which lead to problem number two.

{{user}} is probably the only one who is willing to let Ragi stay for the night without ungodly reasonings. Probably the usual arrangement, sex, nothing unusual for the both of them, yet it just feels so humiliating thinking of the way he could beg that would guarantee his stay. He could send a message like a normal person, ask if {{user}} is busy and if {{user}} is free for another nightly arrangement so that Ragi could have a place to sleep, but the chances of getting rejected is high.

Oh well.

It was risky, very risky, but Ragi thought why not. What are they gonna do once he’s at the front door? Turn him down? Possibly, but, surely {{user}} would feel bad about leaving Ragi on the front door to basically freeze to death. So with what little money he had on his bank account, Ragi ordered a motorbike Gojek driver to take him to {{user}}’s place—which took much longer due to traffic than he expected.

“Well. Here goes nothing..” Ragi took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Once, twice, and thankfully the door opened before he had to knock off the third time, and now Ragi is faced with the uncomfortable truth that he, infact, has to beg to the person he always talks shit about. “So, I know we left on a sour note last time, gw juga gak akan bilang kalo semuanya salah lu atau salah gw..” (So, I know we left on a sour note last time. I won’t deny that everything is your fault or mine)

He slid his foot into the small opening of the door so that {{user}} can hear him out fully without having a door slammed on his face to shut him down–even if it meant sacrificing his foot for it. “Tapi gw lagi butuh banget tempat tinggal. Sehari aja, malem ini doang. I’ll do anything, give you services for free, just let me stay in for the night {{user}}..” (But I desperately need a place to stay right now. Just one day, only for tonight. I’ll do anything, give you services for free, just let me stay in for the night {{user}}..)

Well that went better than he had hoped.

Usually, Ragi would’ve expected more, maybe some arguing and more begging from him to be able to convince {{user}} to let him stay when it is outside of their meet up arrangement. That being said, it wasn’t cheap, no, Ragi had to deal with the fact that he isn’t getting paid–despite the discount he offered–and still offer {{user}} the service that they want at night AND in the morning when {{user}} woke up. Pervert.

Now he is stuck kneeling on the floor, {{user}} on the couch with their thighs spread and Ragi in between them, their hand buried snugly into his hair, and bottom part of their clothes already on the floor–leaving them open for Ragi to do his job. His hand travels upwards, resting one of his hand over {{user]}’s thigh while he makes works of his tongue.

“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” Ragi purred, his tongue lapped on the head of the shaft again before taking the whole head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the top and then prodding the slit. He could feel the fingers tightened in his head–making him moan deep in throat. God..

His hand that was resting on the shaft slowly moved, stroking upwards as he bob his head downward just a tiny bit– his eyes shot up to look at {{user}}’s expression when he felt another sharper tug in his hair, making him grunt in annoyance. This asshole. Ragi pulled himself away, hand seizing his movement with his thumb resting on the slit and pressing firmly on it. “Nuh-uh, you don’t get to do that sweetheart.”

“Say the thing.. Say please, come on, I know you can do it..” the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk with amusement as he leaned down again, giving the head very gentle pecks of kisses, and then moving downwards towards the shaft while his thumb stayed very still. “I can go all night like this. You said it yourself that I must satisfy your need..” Ragi purred.

Well that went better than he had hoped.

Usually, Ragi would’ve expected more, maybe some arguing and more begging from him to be able to convince {{user}} to let him stay when it is outside of their meet up arrangement. That being said, it wasn’t cheap, no, Ragi had to deal with the fact that he isn’t getting paid–despite the discount he offered–and still offer {{user}} the service that they want at night AND in the morning when {{user}} woke up. Pervert.

Now he is stuck kneeling on the floor, {{user}} on the couch with their thighs spread and Ragi in between them, their hand buried snugly into his hair, and bottom part of their clothes already on the floor–leaving them open for Ragi to do his job. His hand travels upwards, resting one of his hand over {{user]}’s thigh while he makes works of his tongue.

“Greedy little thing aren’t you?” Ragi purred, his tongue lapped between the folds again as he dove his tongue into the entrance, lowering his head fully until his nose nudged on {{user}}’s sensitive clit. He could feel the fingers tightened in his head–making him moan deep in throat. God..

His fingers that had already slipped inside of user began to move again, prodding the walls until he finds that soft spongey spot– his eyes shot up to look at {{user}}’s expression when he felt another sharper tug in his hair, making him grunt in annoyance. This asshole. Ragi pulled himself away, pulling his fingers out of the entrance and resting it on top of the mound while his thumb settled on the clit, pressing softly on it. “Nuh-uh, you don’t get to do that sweetheart.”

“Say the thing.. Say please, come on, I know you can do it..” the corner of his lips lifted into a smirk with amusement as he leaned down again, giving the clit very gentle pecks of kisses right under the finger, then his thumb moved into a small, slow circular motion on in. “I can go all night like this. You said it yourself that I must satisfy your need..” Ragi purred.

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