Jeff’s labored breathing continued. He said nothing, but accepted the card and nodded, glancing after Sam as the hunky top zipped his pants and left for the bar and dance floor.
Walking up to Jeff, his trick gone and forgotten, Craig whispered in his friend’s ear. “I’m going home. Are you coming with me, or spending the night sucking every cock in Boston?” He continued to walk, unwilling to look directly at Jeff, knowing his words were far harsher than they should be. Losing his job must have put him in a fouler mood than he’d realized.
Chapter 5
“WHAT the hell was that all about?” Jeff stood, hands on hips, in the middle of the small living room, glaring at Craig.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Craig turned away, knowing his words were lame, at best. He knew exactly what Jeff was referring to and had no idea how to face it or why it happened.
“You practically dragged me out of the Music Box, and the entire trip home I had the strange feeling you were mad at me for actually doing what you suggested. I found a hot guy, and I let off some of my bottled-up anger and frustration about the whole Derek mess.”
“I thought you’d dance away your disappointment at the separation from dickhead Derek. It seemed like you missed him a lot more than I expected.” Craig lowered his head. “Besides, it was just a surprise seeing you in the backroom with Sam. You never trick, and then when you finally do, it’s with—”
“The most sought after cock in Boston?” Jeff smirked. “You’re angry that I nailed the hottest guy around.”
“You think he’s the hottest?” Craig knew he sounded pathetic, but hearing Jeff declare someone else in a bar hotter than him actually bugged him.
“Oh my God, you’re jealous!” Jeff started laughing so hard he bent in half.
“Fuck you! I’m not jealous! I’ve never been jealous a day in my life.” This was definitely getting out of hand, and Craig needed to stop the entire discussion before it went too far. “Forget it. I was just worried about you. I thought that’s what friends are for.”
Jeff quickly quieted down. He stood up and looked directly at Craig. It unnerved Craig and he wanted to approach his friend, but he made sure to stay more than an arm’s length away. Unfortunately, that wasn’t Jeff’s plan as he immediately came over and wrapped his arms around Craig and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for caring about me. I hope you know I feel the same way about you.”
Seemingly involuntarily Craig returned the hug. It was comfortable, maybe too comfortable. After they had clung together for only a short few seconds, Craig felt his cock stir, reacting to the feel of Jeff in his arms. He pulled away, hoping Jeff hadn’t felt anything.
“Listen, Jeff, why don’t we get some sleep, and tomorrow morning we’ll think about what to do with our lives.”
“I actually had a little time to think about that before Sam and I, well… you know.”
Craig bit his lip. “Yeah, I know.”
“Anyway, I’m pretty sure I have just the thing to utilize all our talents, and Sam might even be able to help us.”
“I am not becoming a pimp!” Craig balled his fists.
“You can be so cute, in a stupid, naive sort of way.” Jeff smiled. “I only deal in legitimate business. Besides, I’ve had Sam, and I don’t see a relationship that could possibly be successful between us, so he’s yesterday’s news in the sex department. However, in the legal sense he still might be of some use to me, us.”
“What are you thinking about?” Craig could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end.
Jeff gave him a quick peck on the forehead. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning. After all, neither of us has any place to be.”
Craig nodded, exhaustion overtaking him as he quickly made his way to the bathroom to wash up and then fall into bed.
Once in his bed, nestled securely under the covers, Craig thought about the kid he had been pounding into at the club. He was hot, but as soon as Craig closed his eyes, remembering the satisfying fuck, the twink morphed into a taller man with red hair, long legs, and… shit!
“YOU look like crap.”
“Good morning to you, too, Jeffrey. You seem to have slept well.”
“I slept like a baby. Your sofa is incredibly comfortable for a piece of furniture that was probably found on a curb when no one bought it at a yard sale.”
“I’ll have you know I spent a lot of money on my sofa.”
“Oh really? Do tell. Where’d you get it?”
Craig mumbled something under his breath.
“I didn’t quite catch that, sweetie. Want to try again?” Jeff smirked.
“Ikea, okay. I got it at Ikea. No comments.”
Jeff started to snicker but didn’t say a word.
“Since you’re all bright-eyed, I hope you at least made coffee.”
Bringing the fresh pot to the table, Jeff poured a cup for his grumpy friend.
“Whenever the mood hits you, I’d be happy to hear your brilliant idea for us to make money. And I can’t wait to find out how Sam fits into all this.”
“Dating.” After putting the carafe back in the brewer, Jeff returned to the table and sat opposite Craig.
“Huh?” Craig’s brow furrowed, and he took several large gulps of the hot beverage.
“Online dating for gays and lesbians.” Taking a sip of his coffee then putting the cup down Jeff sat back, clasped his hands, and plastered a big grin on his face as he waited for Craig’s reaction.
“There are a zillion online matchmakers out there. Why the hell would we even consider opening a business in a market that’s already glutted?”
“Because, silly, there aren’t more than a tiny handful that will even address same-sex dating. We could even include the trannies. They’re certainly underrepresented in the online dating world.”
“That’s probably because they can find their
