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Of course he was dirt poor when his sink decided to break. Old Bertha had probably gotten tired of Percy and his habit of trying to use the garbage disposal as a trash can, but honestly, could you blame him? To Percy, that was the whole point of the hamster grinder: to grind things.
Apparently, it had limits even Percy hadn’t known. He’d barely managed his bills this month, and would probably have to beg for another loan for the bank. He could ask his incredibly rich father for financial help, but he didn’t want to seem like a beggar, and that would take away from his whole “do everything myself” mindset.
So, despite being as poor as he was, he took out another loan to pay for all the shit he hadn’t before, and a plumber for his fucking sink.
He looked for the cheapest but best quality plumber he could find and finally came across an ad for a ‘Leo Valdez’ who claimed to have rates as low as $15 an hour. Percy wasn’t sure if that was the best business venture, but he wasn’t about to complain. He scheduled an appointment for Saturday and spent the rest of the week learning to empty his pasta plates in the trash can instead of his hamster grinder.
When the half dreaded, half highly anticipated Saturday arrived, Percy had barely given the guy a second to ring the doorbell. He threw the door open to reveal a short latino with curly hair and a shit-eating grin on his face.
“You called Valdez?” he asked, absentmindedly fiddling with something on his tool belt. Fuck, he was kind of hot. Percy swallowed, trying to moisten his dry throat, and stepped aside to let him in. “You can call me Leo.”
“Yeah, that’s me. I called.” That’s me? Percy wanted to kick himself. Who else would it fucking be but him?
“You mentioned something about a sink?” Leo asked, letting himself into Percy’s small kitchen. He made his way over to Bertha and gave her a look over. He tapped the faucet. “Stainless steel it looks like, pretty standard, Kraus brand probably.”
Percy didn’t want to doubt his plumber's ability to tell what brand his sink was just by tapping it once, but Percy doubted his plumber's ability to tell what brand his sink was just by tapping it once.
Wben Leo bent down to get a look at Percy’s pipes (although probably the wrong one at this point), Percy received a full view of his gorgeous ass. Damn, he wanted to smack it. He barely resisted the urge, reminding himself that he was doing this for Bertha, and not his own slutty desires.
But fuck, he was hot.
A clanging sound altered Percy from his demonic fantasies. “Yeah, looks like your pipes are clogged.” Percy barely managed to refrain from saying ‘I wish’. “Do you put anything down here?”
Percy shrugged. “Second trash can?” Leo frowned at him.
“Uh, I like the idea, but no.” He gestured for Percy to come kneel next to him. “You can see here that all the food is causing a blockage in the draining system, and…” Percy listened intently to what Leo was saying and trying very hard not to tune out and just listen to his voice.
Leo continued to gesture and point to the wrong type of pipe that Percy was interested in at the moment. But he almost lost it when Leo stood up to get something from his tool box and Percy was greeted with a face full of dick. God, on top of Percy being horny and honestly, an incorrigible sex demon, the man he wanted to fuck had a cock that looked worthy of the gods.
Percy forced himself to swallow to add moisture to his dry throat.
“You might want to back up, unless you want to smell what you’ve been shoving down here.” Leo sounded a mixture of disappointed and amused. However, Percy did not want to smell what he’d been stuffing into his garbage disposal, so he sat back and watched Leo’s ass Leo work.
It took less time than Percy had expected it to, but regardless, he was glad he’d planned his day around this visit. Maybe he’d have time for some dildo action before he had to go run errands or get dragged around places by Rachel, or discover something else that was wrong with his dingy castle.
“How much do I owe you?” Percy asked while searching for his wallet.
“Seventy five, unless you think it’s unfair.” Seventy five seemed unfair to Percy because it sounded cheap. His mother usually spent one hundred fifty on just a check in to make sure everything was in running order.
But Percy was dirt poor so he said, “Sounds perfect.” And fished the twenty’s he’d saved from his wallet. He counted three, then a ten. He had two ones and a few quarters that made a dollar.
“I’m short by about a dollar.” Percy admitted. “I can Venmo it to you?’ Percy offered. “Or we can drive to the bank together.” That would suck for his limited gas bill, but it was the least, oh who was he kidding. For a dollar? Leo probably wouldn’t mind.
“No can do.” Percy blinked, surprised. He’d expected Leo to be pretty chill over all, surely he wouldn’t get pissy over a dollar. “I think seventy five is too lenient anyway.” Percy gulped as Leo stepped forward to pin him between the kitchen counters.
Percy wished his boner away and tried to wiggle out. Leo grabbed his hand with his muscular one, and Percy let out a whimper. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been staring. You’re not very subtle.”
Well, Percy had never claimed that his skills were on par with James Bond. Sure him if he couldn’t keep his eyes to himself every once and a while.
When Leo took another step closer, their crotchs’ rubbed so that Percy could feel the swell of Leo’s cock. Fuck, he was even bigger than Percy had thought. Leo crushed their lips together and Percy, sensing the time was ny, started to fumble with his clothing.
It wasn’t like in pornos or Colleen Hoover books where the women were always getting their clothes ripped off by teeth by some horny, borderline abusive teenagers. It was messy and sloppy just like Percy’s real life and he loved it.
“You’re such a slut.” Leo whispered in his ear as he lifted him on top of the counter. “Fucking the plumber? Must be a new low for you.”
It was, and Percy was not too keen to admit it. “No, I regularly pick up prostitutes with straps for my Saturday night excursions.”
Leo blinked before rolling his hips forward, making Percy moan again. “Very funny. It’s okay, I like them cheeky.” Leo pulled Percy’s boxers down and off him, after a short mental debate on whether he should leave them around his ankles. Percy spread his legs further.
“I’m so fucking horny, please.” He begged. “Fuck me.”
“Pussy boy.” Leo scoffed. “So desperate. If you’re so poor, why don’t you whore yourself out for some extra cash. You’d be good at it.”
Leo squeezed Percy’s cock tightly and Percy cursed. “Shit,” he moaned. “That feels good.”
“You think I don’t know how to make someone feel good? With whores like you it’s easy.” Percy whined, and stared in slight mortification as his cock twitched at Leo’s words. Leo laughed.
“Is dirty talk a new experience for you?” he asked, pumping Percy’s dick faster.
Percy grunted. “No, but I’ve never been called a whore before.”
“Do you like it, or should I stop?” Leo asked while pulling down his pants, which was honestly really contradictory to his statement. Because for Percy, the moment he saw Leo’s cock bounce out of his pants, gorgeous and gigantic, leaking precum, he had reached a point of no return.
So, very eloquently, he answered Leo’s question with a drawn out, “Umm,” Leo laughed again.
“God, you’re funny.” He slipped a finger inside Percy roughly. “And wet. Do you even need lube?”
Leo pulled his finger out and spread Percy’s legs far enough to sit between them. “What are you doing down there?” Percy asked.
“Nunna.” Leo licked a broad strike over Percy’s hole. Percy clenched down tightly. Leo grunted, displeased a bit the inner part of his thigh. “Relax for me.” Percy breathed in shakily and tried not to close up when he felt Leo’s tongue again.
“You taste so good.” Percy moaned as Leo licked from his hole to his dick.
“Really? I was always afraid someone would get a big lick of my shit.”
“You can see it before you taste it, so I can’t say it’s happened to me.”
“You’ve seen it before?” Percy paused. “Were they clients?”
Leo nodded. “Cute little housewives like you.” Percy snorted.
“I’m not a housewife.” He protested. Leo raised an eyebrow.
“You act like one, you live like one, might as well call it what it is.”
“I’m not married.”
“I concede to that. You still get passed around like a human blunt though.” he sat up, removing himself from where he’d been glued to Percy’s hole. Leo leaned forward, his cock rubbing where his tongue had just been. Percy shuddered.
“I can’t hear any protests now.” Leo smirked. He knew exactly why he wasn’t hearing protests, why would Percy be protesting the fact that he was about to get fucked by the biggest dick he’d ever seen in his life?
Leo reached into his toolbox and took out a bottle of lube. “You just carry that around with you?”
“I can usually brush it off as an actual tool.” Leo looked at Percy and stifled a laugh. “I use it on tools though.”
Percy stared. “I don’t..” The joke clicked. “Ha ha.” he deadpanned. “Very funny.”
“Thank you, I thought so.” Leo squeezed a generous amount on his fingers, more than Percy had been expecting. “Lift up, pretty boy.”
Percy moved forward on the countertop so Leo could finger him open. He was so focused on his task, focused on his pretty pink hole. It was so fucking hot that Percy resisted the urge to jerk himself off.
“Please hurry. I don’t know how long I can take this.”
“Whore,” was Leo’s only answer. Still, he must have been just as horny as Percy because he pulled his fingers out as quickly as he’d shoved them inside.
“Please,” Percy slurred his words. He felt giddy with excitement as Leo pushed his cock inside the waiting hole, slowly, moving deeper and deeper. “Uh,” Percy moaned. “More, please more.”
“Fuck,” Leo moaned. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Percy preened a little at that, at the thought that he could make someone lose composure like that. “Your pussy is so good.”
“I do not have a pussy!” Percy protested just as Leo hit his prostate. Percy squirmed, begging breathlessly for more.
“I would love to give you more,” Leo said in mock sincerity. “But you said you didn’t have a pussy, so I have no idea where to even give you more.”
Percy wanted to glare at Leo and protest, but he really needed to cum, and Leo’s dick was gigantic and filling him up very nicely. The only way for it to get better was for Leo to move.
“Fuck,” Percy moaned. “Please fuck my pussy, please.”
Leo scoffed. “You can do better than that.”
“Please fuck my pussy, please, please fuck my hole.” Percy tried to spread his legs wider. “Please?”
It must have been good enough for Leo because he started back up with his devilish pace. Percy tried to reach for his cock to jerk off, but Leo slapped it again.
“I want you to cum with no hands. Just my dick.”
Percy orgasmed around him. Leo’s pace began to shutter, and he pushed in again, and stilled. Percy couldn’t help the grin on his face at the feeling of Leo cumming inside him. Leo pulled out, not minding the mess of his cum dripping out of Percy’s asshole and onto the floor.
“I think that payment is sufficient. Feel free to call me again if you need me.”
He tucked his dick back in his pants and washed his hands in Percy’s newly fixed sink. He walked out as if he didn’t have a care in the world, leaving Percy speechless.
Percy carefully moved to get off the counter and stand on his own. “Fuck,” he moaned as he felt the cooling goop drip down his thighs.
Old Bertha made a strange gurgling noise, and Percy was afraid that Leo hadn’t actually fixed her before she stopped. In fact, now that Percy thought about it, the sound Old Bertha made sounded like one of disappointment.
“I know Bertha,” And Percy briefly registered how weird it was to talk to a garbage disposal. “But I couldn’t help it! It was like something came over me.”
Or came inside him. Or fucking him. Or mangled his insides.
As if she knew exactly what Percy was thinking, Bertha rumbled in disappointment again.