“He was like, ‘Where’s Tommy now? How can I find him? I wanna talk to him’,” Joshy continues. “And I told him I had no clue, but I knew about that club you sometimes dance at. He went there to look for you a few times, and then like, he came back all smug a few nights ago. He had pictures of you and–” Joshy waves at Young-gi, his hairless, scarred eyebrows pulled high.
“Y’all were making out. Tyler found this guy’s niece’s Insta, and she’d posted something about a dinner reservation. He knew a busboy there that would do him a favor. He was drinking and told me that he was gonna get cash out of you one way or the other. He blackmailed you, right? Am I too late to warn you? I’ve been looking for you everywhere, but I didn’t know where to go. The bouncer at your club told me to ask Maggie who told me toask Bruce who told me he got a text from some number and we started googling stuff and ended up here.”
The word vomit is a lot, but once it’s all out, Joshy blinks his big eyes at me like a puppy dog. “Was I too late?”
“Nah,” I tell him with a grin, hoping to reassure him. “You’re right on time, dude. I appreciate it.”
It’s not a surprise to me. I knew it would be someone from my world, someone who wanted cash. But I didn’t think it would be Tyler. I haven’t seen the guy in a few weeks, but this all makes so much more sense than a rich boy wanting something from me.
“Thank fuck,” Joshy sighs, melting back into his seat.
“Language,” Bruce says gently, and I feel like someone just hit me over the head with a flashback.
I smirk, then bite my lip to stop my chuckle.
If Bruce is trying to curb Joshy’s language, well then…they might not be fucking yet, but Bruce has found the sad boy of his wettest dreams and he’s already working on saving him.
“Oh, uh, sorry?” Joshy says, his tone begging for praise.
Oh god, they’re like…cute together.I’m torn between being kind of grossed out at how adorable they are and being happy for them. I’m also relieved because…well, if they’re into each other, if they’re taking care of each other…
Maybe I’m a bit of a shithead, but it makes me feel less guilty. If they’re both moving on, if neither of them need me, then I’m off the hook. I don’t ever have to worry about Joshy again, or how he’s getting down the stairs. And I don’t need to hold on to this image that Bruce is moping around somewhere pining for me. I wasn’t right for either of them. This is exactly what they needed.
“I appreciate the information,” Young-gi says briskly, his texting finished. I shiver because IknowTyler is about to get more than he bargained for, and that’s both terrifying and sexy. I know, I’m fucked up.
But I can’t help but like that Young-gi is willing to do anything to stay with me. It’s fucking hot.
At Young-gi’s words, Bruce seems to snap out of his fixation, and for the first time, he really looks up at me. We meet stares.
And I…smile? Yeah, it feels like a smile. A small, kind of knowing, happy for him smile. And he…smiles back. A small, kind of knowing, happy formesmile.
We share a moment that means nothing and also means kind of a lot. Like we’re on the same page for maybe the first time ever.
Young-gi rounds the desk and looms behind me, and my grin gets a little sharper. His big hand lands on the back of my neck, as if I’d forget about him.
“Tommy, are you alright here?” Bruce asks, standing from his chair.
“I’ve never been better,” I say honestly. “Let me introduce you to my boyfriend. Young-gi, this is Bruce and you’ve met Joshy. Guys, this is my boyfriend, Young-gi.”
“Boyfriend?” Joshy asks, shocked.
“It’s kinda new,” I shrug, feeling smug and bashful at the same time. Like ‘yeah, look at my sexy-as-fuck boyfriend, look at this fine piece of ass I pulled’, but also like ‘don’t look too closely at my new and delicate feelings’.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” Bruce holds out a hand. Young-gi looks at it for a second too long before taking it, shaking it once.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Young-gi says. He’s acting like his usual self, but it’s only around other expressive people that I realize how used to it I am. Bruce stiffens, Joshy looks hella nervous, but I’m turned on because Young-gi acting threatening and cold is probably the hottest thing ever. It always has been.
I’ve wanted to get on his dick since the first time I saw him.
“Oh,” Bruce says again, a bit shakier this time.
I elbow Young-gi hard in the side, but he barely flinches. “Quit it,” I snap. “I get it already.”
Young-gi gives me an evil, subtle little smirk that says I’ll pay for that. And fuuuuck, I’ll enjoy it.
So, since I’m already on the naughty list, I hold out a hand. “Can I have some money?”
He stares at me, then sighs and pulls open a desk drawer. “How much?”
