Boss by Ashley John

stared and Ezra could feel him trying to figure him out. Ezra hated it when people did that. I’ve built my walls too high for this.
    “Okay,” Joshua nodded, “I get that.”
    Ezra took the bottle back and jammed it in his mouth. Knowing that Joshua’s lips had just been around it made something stir deep within. Part of him wanted to bend Joshua over the nearest piece of furniture but another part of him wanted to leave and go straight home.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he had a conversation with somebody in the suite. They were usually naked before the door had even been closed.
    The song faded out and another started.
    “ Nickleback ?” Joshua laughed as ‘ Rockstar ’ started to play, “God, I used to love this song.”
    “I still do.”
    They sat listening as the song kicked in. Joshua closed his eyes and his head started to bob as his hands formed into an air guitar.
    Damn, he’s so cute.
    “You have good taste,” he peeked through one eye.
    “A real compliment,” Ezra was taken aback, “I was beginning to think you didn’t like me.”
    “I don’t,” he peeked again, “you’re a dickhead, remember?”
    Joshua dropped the air guitar as the song faded out. He snatched the champagne bottle back from Ezra but there was a difference. This time, he had a smile on his face.
    “Say ‘ dick ’ again,” Ezra whispered.
    “Fuck off.”
    “I love it when you talk dirty.”
    Joshua laughed again, clearly taking it as intended.
    “What’s your deal?” Joshua stood up and walked over to the window.
    Ezra stayed on the sofa, knowing the view by memory. He had fucked enough guys against that window to know at this time of night you could see the London Eye slowly turning in the distance.
    “My deal?”
    “Are you gay?” Joshua said with his back to him.
    “Is that a problem?”
    There was a long and stuffy silence as Joshua thought of his reply. The conversation was heading in the direction Ezra wanted it to. It had been so long since Ezra had pulled a straight guy, he had almost forgotten how stubborn and confused they could be.
    “If it was a problem, I wouldn’t be here,” he finally broke the silence, “I had an idea.”
    Ezra screwed up his face, almost offended. He wasn’t ashamed of being gay but he had enough straight girls hit on him to know that it wasn’t so obvious.
    “Have you got a super gaydar?”
    “A what?” Joshua spun around.
    “Gaydar. It’s like a radar for picking up gays.”
    Joshua arched a brow, a childlike grin on his tanned and slim face. It was the same kind of grin teenagers got when they talked about sex.
    “Maybe I do,” he stuffed his hands into his pockets, amused.
    “They only usually install them in gays,” Ezra leaned back into the corner of the sofa, opening his arms across the back and crossing his left leg over his right knee.
    Joshua’s eyes darted straight down to Ezra’s cock and even though it was flaccid, Ezra could feel how big it looked through his trousers.
    “Are you gay, Joshua?”
    “No.”
    So why did you just check me out?
    “Sexuality is overrated,” Ezra smirked, half closing his eyes, “it’s just sex. I don’t see why people have to make such a big deal about it.”
    Joshua turned around and leaned against the window frame. Ezra could sense how uncomfortable he was feeling, which only turned him on more.
    “I’ve seen it all,” Joshua said, “you don’t see the world and not do things.”
    “Have you kissed a guy?”
    Joshua’s silence said it all.
    “Have you fucked a guy?” Ezra pushed it.
    “No.”
    “Have you let a guy fuck you?”
    “No!”
    “But you’ve kissed one?”
    Silence.
    “Have you sucked a dick?”
    “Fuck off,” he bit, “do I look like I’ve sucked a dick?”
    “I don’t know. I can only see the back of your head, which is what I usually see when a guy is sucking my dick.”
    Joshua turned around to face him again, his jaw clenched. He stared at Ezra from the window as he