earrings and facial piercings, goes heavy on the eyeliner. For clothes he chooses a tight black tank top, some cargos, steel-toed boots, and lots of accessories like a dog collar, leather cuffs, and chunky silver rings. His nipples and penis are already pierced, and for some clients he takes that jewelry out, but for this one they stay in, though he replaces the plain titanium studs with more decorative ones.
When Liam heads out, he texts Jacen to let him know. Jacen is in a meeting with Della down at the main office over what happened, so Liam doesn’t see him or talk to him between their ‘fight’ and when he goes out on his call.
Liam is back within the hour and, since there was no way to clean up in the limo, he plans to head right for the bathroom. The messenger bag that he brought with him contains a bottle of mouthwash, which he has already used and spit out into the gutter. The pitiful hand release the client gave him left Liam scrounging up some sort of clean-up with baby wipes. All of this adds up to Liam feeling intensely gross. Jacen’s car is in the driveway, so Liam knows he’s home. He doesn’t see the motorcycle that is pulled around back until he gets through the front door, shouts for Jacen, gets no response and then finds him in the backyard. Yasha, an old friend of Jacen’s is there, with the motorcycle he rode in on. The two men are in heavy conversation, so Liam pops his head out to say, “Hey. I’m home. Hittin’ the showers.”
“Liam. Wow. That’s a good look for you,” Yasha says, giving Liam the full head-to-toe once-over but fixating on Liam’s lips when Liam’s hand goes, self-consciously, to his mouth, rubbing it like there might be evidence of what he did staining them.
Liam clams up, like he always does around Yasha. Yasha is one of Jacen’s best friends but Liam constantly feels like the outsider in his company. It’s not really due to any one thing, more a clash of personalities, one headstrong, one reserved. Some of it might also have to do with Yasha and Jacen’s past, that they’ve known each other—intimately—since before Liam and Jacen were ever introduced. At first, Liam couldn’t quite get a handle on what it was about Yasha and Jacen together that gave him a weird vibe, especially since Jacen told him that they’ve never dated or anything, since, well, Jacen doesn’t date guys and Yasha is married to a woman named Valery.
Slowly, though, facts began to slip out. Yasha used to work for The Company. He was an escort for ten years—the typical length of a contract with them—and met Jacen a little over two years earlier, through a mutual friend who was also a sex worker, before an overdose killed him. Jacen and Yasha met at the funeral.
Now Yasha is a private contractor, so to speak, picking and choosing his clients himself, mostly old regulars, and any new people are heavily screened before being considered. He also runs a counseling service specializing in sexual disorders out of his lush house down by the beach. Knowing all of this, things make more sense to Liam, like Yasha’s intense proclivity to flirt with anything that stands on two legs. It doesn’t explain everything, though. Jacen acts differently with Yasha than with anyone else, like Yasha has some sort of power over him, or holds some secret that Jacen doesn’t dare tell anyone else.
Only a few months ago, Liam found out why. When Jacen got into the business professionally and was preparing to sign on with The Company after learning of Yasha’s experience with them, he had gone to Yasha to ‘break him in.’ Jacen admitted that he hadn’t wanted his first experience on the receiving end of anal sex to be with a stranger. So he’d gone to someone trusted, someone who understood—Yasha. They spent a whole weekend together, alone, in Yasha’s house. Yasha had fucked Jacen every way he knew how, over and over again, for days, until some of the novelty had worn off and Jacen discovered
When Liam heads out, he texts Jacen to let him know. Jacen is in a meeting with Della down at the main office over what happened, so Liam doesn’t see him or talk to him between their ‘fight’ and when he goes out on his call.
Liam is back within the hour and, since there was no way to clean up in the limo, he plans to head right for the bathroom. The messenger bag that he brought with him contains a bottle of mouthwash, which he has already used and spit out into the gutter. The pitiful hand release the client gave him left Liam scrounging up some sort of clean-up with baby wipes. All of this adds up to Liam feeling intensely gross. Jacen’s car is in the driveway, so Liam knows he’s home. He doesn’t see the motorcycle that is pulled around back until he gets through the front door, shouts for Jacen, gets no response and then finds him in the backyard. Yasha, an old friend of Jacen’s is there, with the motorcycle he rode in on. The two men are in heavy conversation, so Liam pops his head out to say, “Hey. I’m home. Hittin’ the showers.”
“Liam. Wow. That’s a good look for you,” Yasha says, giving Liam the full head-to-toe once-over but fixating on Liam’s lips when Liam’s hand goes, self-consciously, to his mouth, rubbing it like there might be evidence of what he did staining them.
Liam clams up, like he always does around Yasha. Yasha is one of Jacen’s best friends but Liam constantly feels like the outsider in his company. It’s not really due to any one thing, more a clash of personalities, one headstrong, one reserved. Some of it might also have to do with Yasha and Jacen’s past, that they’ve known each other—intimately—since before Liam and Jacen were ever introduced. At first, Liam couldn’t quite get a handle on what it was about Yasha and Jacen together that gave him a weird vibe, especially since Jacen told him that they’ve never dated or anything, since, well, Jacen doesn’t date guys and Yasha is married to a woman named Valery.
Slowly, though, facts began to slip out. Yasha used to work for The Company. He was an escort for ten years—the typical length of a contract with them—and met Jacen a little over two years earlier, through a mutual friend who was also a sex worker, before an overdose killed him. Jacen and Yasha met at the funeral.
Now Yasha is a private contractor, so to speak, picking and choosing his clients himself, mostly old regulars, and any new people are heavily screened before being considered. He also runs a counseling service specializing in sexual disorders out of his lush house down by the beach. Knowing all of this, things make more sense to Liam, like Yasha’s intense proclivity to flirt with anything that stands on two legs. It doesn’t explain everything, though. Jacen acts differently with Yasha than with anyone else, like Yasha has some sort of power over him, or holds some secret that Jacen doesn’t dare tell anyone else.
Only a few months ago, Liam found out why. When Jacen got into the business professionally and was preparing to sign on with The Company after learning of Yasha’s experience with them, he had gone to Yasha to ‘break him in.’ Jacen admitted that he hadn’t wanted his first experience on the receiving end of anal sex to be with a stranger. So he’d gone to someone trusted, someone who understood—Yasha. They spent a whole weekend together, alone, in Yasha’s house. Yasha had fucked Jacen every way he knew how, over and over again, for days, until some of the novelty had worn off and Jacen discovered
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