Pictures of Vegas pt. 5

"I'm sorry. I can't do this," Jonathan said. He hurried towards his hotel room, but Legolas followed.

Legolas was lean, but he was surprisingly strong. He grabbed Jonathan by the arm and spun him into the wall. He ground his pelvis into Jonathan's front. "Give me a chance, baby. I'll make you feel so good."

Jonathan recognized the thirst in the young man's eyes. It wasn't a thirst for sex. The young man had the jones for something else, probably drugs. Jonathan shook off his arms and said, "I don't pay to play. Get lost, man."

The grin turned into a snarl. "Sure, you have money. You're a photographer at that fancy-pants scandal rag." He grabbed the camera bag. "Let's see the goods, asshole. Don't be such a greedy fuck."

Jonathan avoided the knee coming towards his crotch. He swung to the left, and Legolas' fist hit the wall.

While the other man examined his bloody knuckles, Jonathan ran towards the elevators. His gut told him to stay and fight, but he was too drunk. He would rather run away like a coward than deal with some junkie hustler.

He heard footsteps behind him, and he veered away from the elevators. He tucked his camera bag under his arm like a football and ran as fast as he could. The footsteps didn't stop, and he pumped his arms more.

The shove caught him in the middle of the back, and he flew forward. He tried to protect his camera and rolled face-first on the floor. With all the commotion, he expected someone to come out of one of the rooms. The hallway remained silent except for their combined gasps and grunts.

Legolas grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up. Jonathan couldn't catch his breath, and his legs felt like marshmallows.

Legolas was barely sweating. "You've wasted a lot of my precious time, Mr. Man. I think I'm going to have to get some of it back." He twisted Jonathan's arm behind his back and pushed him towards the other hallway. He put his mouth next to Jonathan's ear. "Now you're going to show me a good time, whether you like it or not."

Jonathan was too tired to fight him. "Just take what you need and leave me alone. Why me?"

"Why not you?" He laughed at his own wit. They were in front of his room. "Give me your key."

Jonathan dug in his pocket, stalling for time. If he could get his other arm free, he would try to run towards the exit. He could scream for help, but he felt too humiliated. He didn't want to admit to being manhandled by this young, skinny man.

"Stop stalling, motherfucker. I'll put the hurt on you."

Footsteps passed them. Someone jostled Legolas. "Excuse me."

Legolas turned towards the passer-by. "Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going?" The fist cut off his next sentence, and he was down on the ground.

To Be Continued...