such overwhelmingly good quality that Mike could hardly believe he was here. He walked up to the window and put his hands on the glass. For a while he just stood there, looking down at the bright lights of the city at night. Suck this, Vega. Mike didn’t even know when instead of looking through the glass, his gaze started following James’s reflection. Like a spy for the CIA, watching his target in secret.
James pressed a bill into the bellboy’s hand, and the man left them alone in the gorgeous apartment. This wasn’t even all of it. Mike’s eyes followed phantom-James until he disappeared into the adjoining room with just his small suitcase.
Mike smiled to himself and turned around to follow him. If this wasn’t the time to get all hot and bothered, Mike didn’t know when that time would come. He bet a place like this had a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. He posed himself by the door frame and smirked at James. He knew he looked better than ever, and felt like a million dollars in his leather shoes. “Hey there.”
James smiled at him, meticulously putting pairs of folded underwear and socks into a drawer that faced a single king-sized bed. “You look great. I can’t wait to see their faces tomorrow.”
Mike supposed it was a good start, so he walked into the room nonchalantly, with his hands in his pockets. Champagne was still bubbling in his head. “Wanna check out the Jacuzzi, baby?” The huge bed with a leather-covered headboard looked almost equally tempting.
James blinked. “You can go if you want to relax.”
Mike loosened his tie. “I’d rather spend some quality time with my boyfriend instead,” he said and walked up closer to James. Did he really need to spell it out to James? ‘S-E-X’. ‘A-N-A-L’.
The drawer slammed shut, and James glanced at him, narrowing his eyes. “Mike, we seem to have a misunderstanding here. Sex is not part of the deal, you don’t have to pretend anymore, and you’re free to have a good time while no one sees us.”
Mike bit the inside of his cheek, unsure what to say. James had this way of making everyone uncomfortable. “Why do you have to treat me like trash, huh?” Mike growled in the end and took off the suit jacket, which all of a sudden felt fake. Like he was playing dress-up.
James crooked his head. “I don’t understand. I asked you to be my date for the conference. That doesn’t include sex. I’m not having sex with random guys.”
“Something wrong with me? You wanted to watch me jerk off, but you don’t wanna touch me? I don’t get it.” Mike spread his arms with growing aggravation.
James took a step back, but his face remained stoic. “That doesn’t mean I want to do anything else. I don’t understand why you keep suggesting we need to have sex. I don’t know you as anyone but a guy who kept putting me down back at school.”
Mike hardly believed what he was hearing. “That was years ago! Who cares? You were hot for me then, you’re hot for me now, so it only made sense to me that we’d have sex. Look at me. What kind of fa— homosexual are you?” Mike pointed to his body.
James’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he looked away from Mike. “It matters to me. Just… go use the Jacuzzi if you want.”
Mike pulled off the silk tie and threw it on to the bed. “You think you invented some fancy-shmancy machine, and you’re so much better than me?” He could feel that tingle of anger simmering in his veins.
James snorted and shook his head with a dismissive gesture. “Really? Well, it was me who invented it. All those people who came here for the conference, all they can do is market it. That’s it. Is that not good enough for you?”
“I’m not the one avoiding sex, so I suppose it’s good enough for me. The Jag helps as well.” He gave James a crooked smile, but the moment he said that, James’s eyes turned icy.
“Why would you be good enough for me then? What have you achieved in your life?”
Mike was so shocked
James pressed a bill into the bellboy’s hand, and the man left them alone in the gorgeous apartment. This wasn’t even all of it. Mike’s eyes followed phantom-James until he disappeared into the adjoining room with just his small suitcase.
Mike smiled to himself and turned around to follow him. If this wasn’t the time to get all hot and bothered, Mike didn’t know when that time would come. He bet a place like this had a Jacuzzi in the bathroom. He posed himself by the door frame and smirked at James. He knew he looked better than ever, and felt like a million dollars in his leather shoes. “Hey there.”
James smiled at him, meticulously putting pairs of folded underwear and socks into a drawer that faced a single king-sized bed. “You look great. I can’t wait to see their faces tomorrow.”
Mike supposed it was a good start, so he walked into the room nonchalantly, with his hands in his pockets. Champagne was still bubbling in his head. “Wanna check out the Jacuzzi, baby?” The huge bed with a leather-covered headboard looked almost equally tempting.
James blinked. “You can go if you want to relax.”
Mike loosened his tie. “I’d rather spend some quality time with my boyfriend instead,” he said and walked up closer to James. Did he really need to spell it out to James? ‘S-E-X’. ‘A-N-A-L’.
The drawer slammed shut, and James glanced at him, narrowing his eyes. “Mike, we seem to have a misunderstanding here. Sex is not part of the deal, you don’t have to pretend anymore, and you’re free to have a good time while no one sees us.”
Mike bit the inside of his cheek, unsure what to say. James had this way of making everyone uncomfortable. “Why do you have to treat me like trash, huh?” Mike growled in the end and took off the suit jacket, which all of a sudden felt fake. Like he was playing dress-up.
James crooked his head. “I don’t understand. I asked you to be my date for the conference. That doesn’t include sex. I’m not having sex with random guys.”
“Something wrong with me? You wanted to watch me jerk off, but you don’t wanna touch me? I don’t get it.” Mike spread his arms with growing aggravation.
James took a step back, but his face remained stoic. “That doesn’t mean I want to do anything else. I don’t understand why you keep suggesting we need to have sex. I don’t know you as anyone but a guy who kept putting me down back at school.”
Mike hardly believed what he was hearing. “That was years ago! Who cares? You were hot for me then, you’re hot for me now, so it only made sense to me that we’d have sex. Look at me. What kind of fa— homosexual are you?” Mike pointed to his body.
James’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and he looked away from Mike. “It matters to me. Just… go use the Jacuzzi if you want.”
Mike pulled off the silk tie and threw it on to the bed. “You think you invented some fancy-shmancy machine, and you’re so much better than me?” He could feel that tingle of anger simmering in his veins.
James snorted and shook his head with a dismissive gesture. “Really? Well, it was me who invented it. All those people who came here for the conference, all they can do is market it. That’s it. Is that not good enough for you?”
“I’m not the one avoiding sex, so I suppose it’s good enough for me. The Jag helps as well.” He gave James a crooked smile, but the moment he said that, James’s eyes turned icy.
“Why would you be good enough for me then? What have you achieved in your life?”
Mike was so shocked
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