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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Riverdale_(TV_2017)
  Relationship:
      Archie_Andrews/Jughead_Jones, Jughead_Jones/Original_Character(s), Archie
      Andrews/FP_Jones_II
  Character:
      Jughead_Jones, Archie_Andrews, Reggie_Mantle, FP_Jones_II
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Prostitution, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Angst_and_Feels, Angst
      and_Porn, Dubious_Consent, Dubiously_Consensual_Blow_Jobs
  Collections:
      Riverdale_Fic_Exchange
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-11 Words: 2499
****** Can't Buy Love ******
by ChocolateStarfish
Summary
     Archie finds out how exactly Jughead has been making ends meet.
Notes
     Dear M_Monoceros! Your prompts were so awesome that I couldn't decide
     which one to write so I sort of combined two! I hope that's fine.
     Much thanks to my dear friend Lizzy who betaed this for me!
The nightsky was a deep, dark blue and the moon was bright and almost full. It
was almost 2am and Archie Andrews couldn’t fall asleep. He was too warm. He was
too cold. He rolled on his side and he rolled back onto his back. He closed his
eyes and he stared at the ceiling above his bed. He scratched his shoulder. He
stretched his arms. Nothing, absolutely nothing would stop his thoughts from
racing. Reggie Mantle was full of shit, he knew that. He’d known it for years.
Reggie liked to stir shit and you couldn’t believe a word he said, except he
was really good at finding trouble and took delight in spilling other people’s
secrets in the most obnoxious ways. So sometimes he did tell the truth. That
was the trouble. What if he hadn’t been bullshitting? Archie rubbed at his eyes
with his palms and groaned. Reggie had just been messing with him. He knew how
to get under his skin, knew about his sometimes awkward friendship with
Jughead. Of course Reggie would make up lies about Jughead to get at him. There
was absolutely no way that Jughead was blowing random guys at the truckstop for
money. No way in hell. It wasn’t possible.
Wasn’t it?
“Go to sleep,” Archie told himself. If he stayed up all night worrying he’d be
exhausted at football practice tomorrow and that would just play into Reggie’s
hands.
He needed to stop. He couldn’t think about Jughead on his knees, with his plush
lips wrapped around some random, dirty cock…
“Ugh.”
There was no way he could sleep. He needed to know for sure. Archie sat up and
pulled on a pair of shorts, then pulled a random t-shirt over his head. He’d go
out there and find out for sure. He’d go to the truck stop and take a look
around and he would not see Jughead. Simple. He’d prove that every single word
Reggie had said was a lie. Jughead came to school every day, that alone already
proved he couldn’t have run away from home. If he lived on the street or in
some closet or somewhere, Archie would have noticed something. They were best
friends, after all. Or they had been. He jogged down the street, trying to stop
the guilty thoughts. He hadn’t been a particularly good friend lately. He’d
been distracted all summer, but surely Jughead would have come to him if he’d
actually had a problem. If there was something wrong. Besides, wouldn’t Jughead
be dirty or smelly if he was homeless? But he always looked good, his skin
clean and smooth. His hair was still the same carefully messy mop it had always
been. True, he hadn’t smiled much lately, as far as Archie had seen, but Jug
liked to play the dark-isk loner. It was one of his funny little quirks. One of
the things Archie liked about him.
The cool nightair felt good against his skin and he sped up a bit. Just a quick
look and he’d be able to go back home. And tomorrow he’d make sure to seek out
Jughead and patch up their friendship. Simple as that. They’d been friends
since forever, a little distance occasionally wouldn’t change that. He grinned.
If Reggie started up with that nonsense again, he’d make sure to ask how Reggie
knew so much about gay teenage prostitution. Reggie was hot as hell himself,
not pretty like Jughead, more manly and strong, but definitely more than hot
enough to make a killing selling his mouth and ass to strangers. He’d make sure
to tell Reggie that, to stop the stupid insinuations about Jughead.
Sneakers banging steadily on the road, Archie jogged on. He already felt better
simply because he knew what to do. Because he’d gotten rid of all his doubts.
Fluffy little clouds drifted by high above, wispy enough not to darken the
night at all when they drifted along on front of the moon. Even a few stars
were visible, especially out here at the outskirts of Riverdale. Archie slowed
down. He was almost there, almost at the disreputable truck stop Reggie had
mentioned.
There were lights on and a number of trucks and cars were parked at the stop.
Archie walked slower, trying to stay out of sight. It wouldn’t do to be seen,
he suddenly realized. He was only wearing shorts and an old t-shirt, he might
be mistaken for a teen hooker himself if any of the men saw him. Were there
even any gay teen hookers here in Riverdale? He wasn’t sure there were even any
female prostitutes, let alone male. He shook his head. The things Reggie could
make him think of, seriously. How was that guy so good at getting into your
head, so good at planting sneaking doubts and worries?
Archie hid behind a sprawling hedge and sneaked closer to the light. He’d just
get close enough to overlook the rest stop, hang around for a few minutes to
see what went on, and then leave. There was no reason to stay long, because of
course there was no way Jughead would be…
Archie Andrews froze in place, suddenly glad about the hedge hiding him. His
best friend Jughead Jones had just walked into view, wearing nothing but a pair
of tight booty shorts and a tight t-shirt. Eyes wide, Archie watched as Jughead
lead a burly, hairy trucker to the side of the building, out of the view of
most of the trucks. Archie behind his hedge had a prime view as Jughead dropped
to his knees and took the man’s thick cock out of his jeans with practiced
ease. Jughead opened his mouth and sucked the trucker’s cock past his lips
without any hint of disgust or hesitation.
Archie was frozen in place. Jughead, his best friend of many years, was on his
knees right there, sucking the cock of a stranger. How was this possible?
Jealousy swept through Archie, hot and fierce. Jealous strong enough to startle
him. Why was he jealous? He’d never… he’d never thought of Jug that way. He
knew he wasn’t completely straight, he’d had a few crushes on actors and famous
football players and maybe a musician or two, but he hadn’t ever thought of
Jughead that way. He’d always thought he’d date Betty some day, or perhaps some
other nice girl. But here he was, hot from jealousy and arousal and all that
just from the sight of Jughead on his knees. Jughead who was blowing a
stranger’s cock for money with surprising expertise. How long had this been
going on? How much of his best friend’s life and struggles had he missed?
The man fucking Jughead’s mouth had finished and dropped a twenty in Jughead’s
hand, but Jughead didn’t even get on his feet before another man approached
him. How many cocks did Jughead suck each night, Archie wondered. Two? Three?
Twenty? If Jughead needed money so badly, why hadn’t he come to Archie? Archie
could have offered him a place to sleep and food at least, as well as his
friendship or possible more.
With an effort of will Archie turned away. He couldn’t watch anymore. He
couldn’t watch for one more second how Jughead sucked cock after cock of
strange, hairy men. He crawled through the hedge, sneaking away from the place
where Jughead was still busily sucking down semen for money. Shaking his head,
Archie crawled out of the hedge, finally far enough away to be sure that he
wouldn’t be seen.
“Now what do we have here?” a familiar voice drawled.
Archie froze, still on his knees, with leaves in his hair. He looked up. FP
Jones. Jughead’s father. The last man he wanted to see right now.
“Uhm, hi, FP,” he managed in an effort to sound normal. He couldn’t allow FP to
find out! No matter how shameless Jughead had looked back there, he wouldn’t
want his dad to know, Archie was sure of that.
“Long time no see, Red,” FP drawled.
“I was just…” Archie muttered, stopping short in his excuse. What reason could
he even give to be here, on his knees in a hedge at 3am? He couldn’t tell the
truth but he couldn’t think of a lie either.
“I’d heard there was a sexy teen hooker making the rounds, but I hadn’t
expected it to be you. Does Fred know what you get up to at night?”
“You can’t tell my dad!” Archie gasped. His dad would have a heart attack if he
heard about this wrong conclusion from FP. His dad was already worried about
him, if he found out about this, he’d…
FP smirked. “Twenty dollars, is it? Here’s forty, since you’re my old friend’s
kid.”
“Uh, that’s not-” Archie began, but stopped himself. If he told FP that he was
mistaken, FP would continue on to the truck stop and find Jughead. He couldn’t
let that happen. He’d been a bad friend, but he could at least protect Jughead
this much. Protect this little bit of Jughead’s pride. “Yeah, okay,” he agreed.
He’d never sucked a cock, but it couldn’t be that bad, right? Jughead had
sucked who knows how many cocks, surely Archie could stomach sucking one.
With shaking hands, he reached for FP’s jeans and pulled the zipper down. FP
was only half hard, so Archie wrapped his fingers around his cock and stroked
him. He couldn’t look FP in the face but FP didn’t seem to mind his
awkwardness. FP probably put the awkwardness down to the fact that Archie
hadn’t expected to suck the cock of a friend’s father, Archie reasoned. If he
just tried hard enough, the older man would never realize he was a complete
novice at this.
Archie hesitated for a moment, then he opened his mouth and took FP’s thick
cock in. The taste wasn’t as bad as he’d feared. It was weird, the feel of it
on his tongue. Hard and thick and hot. Not bad at all actually. Archie closed
his eyes and tried to remember how this was supposed to go. He’d seen it often
enough in porn, it couldn’t be that hard, right? He sucked his cheeks in and
moved his head, taking FP’s cock a bit deeper into his mouth, then allowed it
to slide mostly out again. He sucked on it and worked it over with his tongue.
Since he could only take about half into his mouth, he stroked the rest with
his fingers and hoped that would be enough.
FP seemed patient and allowed him to proceed at his own pace. Thankful for
small mercies, Archie proceeded to suck his friend’s father’s cock with as much
skill as he could muster. Finally, after what seemed ages to him but was
probably only ten minutes or so, FP groaned a warning and filled his mouth with
come. Gagging a bit, Archie swallowed it all. His knees hurt from kneeling for
so long and his jaw was a bit sore, but all in all that had gone better than
he’d expected.
FP handed him forty dollars and patted his head. “You better get home, Red.
Your dad will be worried if he finds you missing. There are some questionable
characters around here that you wouldn’t want to meet. Take a hint and get a
proper part-time job,” FP advised before leaving.
Archie pocketed the money with only a trace of shame. FP’s advice was good and
he intended to follow it, but first he needed to confront Jughead. He’d sucked
one cock for money and that was more than enough. He wouldn’t, couldn’t allow
Jughead to go through that anymore.
Determined, Archie rose to his feet. He marched over to the truck stop, past
the hedge he’d hidden behind before. Jughead’s eyes widened at the sight of
him.
“Archie?!” Jughead gasped out, looking about ready to die from shame.
“Jug,” Archie replied, suddenly at a loss for words. What could he say that
wouldn’t shame Jughead further? The truth? “Reggie told me. Please, come with
me. You can stay at my place.”
“I don’t need your charity,” Jughead snapped back. “You ignore me all summer
and now you think you can just waltz in here and-”
Suddenly Archie knew exactly what to do. He grabbed Jughead by the arm and
yanked him into a kiss. Jughead opened his mouth in surprise and Archie kissed
him deep. He could taste the come of many men on Jughead’s tongue but he didn’t
even care. This. This was what had been missing in his life. This was what he’d
been searching for. The thing he wanted had always been so close, how had he
never noticed before?
Jughead pushed at his shoulders. “Let me go, you don’t know where I’ve been,
what I’ve done,” Jughead cried out.
“I know,” Archie replied. “Jug, I know everything. I don’t care. I… I like you.
I think I’ve always liked you. Please, come back with me. I can’t stand the
thought of you selling yourself like this.”
“You… what?” Jughead stammered, a blush spreading across his face. The pink
colour of his cheeks only made him more pretty and it contrasted oh so nicely
with his cute moles. Jughead’s lips were all puffy and swollen from sucking so
many cocks, but that just made them look more kissable.
“I like you,” Archie repeated. “Like like. I think I always did. I didn’t
realize. I’m sorry, Jug. Please, be my friend again? And maybe… maybe more?”
“I…” Jughead rubbed at his suddenly teary eyes with the back of his hand.
“Archie, I…”
And that was when Archie realized what had been obvious to Reggie and probably
everyone else for years. Jughead was in love with him. Jughead had been in love
with him since forever, and he, Archie Andrews, king of obliviousness, was the
only one in all of Riverdale who hadn’t realized it. He wrapped his arms around
Jughead and hugged him tight. “I’m so sorry, Jug. I should have realized,” he
murmured.
“I… is this real?” Jughead sobbed, clinging tight to Archie. “I’ve had this
dream before. Any moment now, I’ll wake up and I’ll be alone again and you’ll
be straight and…”
“It’s real, I promise.” Archie hugged Jughead as tight as he could. “Come on,
lets go home. I’m sure my dad won’t mind letting you stay for a while. We had
sleepovers countless of times when we were little, this won’t be so different
from his perspective.”
Jughead just nodded. He seemed dazed but happy, though he seemed unable to
fully believe that this happiness was there to stay. Walking home hand in hand
with Jughead, Archie swore to himself that he’d be a better as a boyfriend than
he’d been as a friend. He’d take proper care of Jughead. He’d make him happy.
He’d make sure Jug would learn to believe in happiness again.
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