Then he asked, “You got plans for the evening?”
“Look-”
“Brody.”
“Brody, I’m flattered, but I have a boyfriend. We’ve always been faithful, and I don’t intend to change course now. Even for someone like you.”
“Like me?”
“I have eyes. You’re not unattractive.”
“Wow, there’s a ringing endorsement! I guess I should be flattered considering you’re a cross between a young Mark Consuelos and Diego Luna.”
“Thanks?” I knew who one of those people were. “Good night,” I said, the elevator finally having arrived.
“Night, Lucas. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Wait, how did he know my name?
As soon as I closed the door to my room, I sent Cam another text.
Luke: Porn star hit on me already. He knew my name…
Cam: I’m on my way!
Cam: He recognized me too. I told him we were monogamous!
Luke: Easy, killer…I told him to stand down.
Cam: Pic of your empty bed to ease my shoulder devil.
Luke: He doesn’t trust me?
Cam: He’s a shoulder devil, he doesn’t trust anyone.
It didn’t take long for me to strip, set up my little tripod on the bedside table, and take a glorious full ass shot for my needy boyfriend.
Cam: Fuck! I’m coming over anyway.
Luke: You are not. Coach’s orders! Go to bed.
Luke: You have a big day tomorrow.
Cam: Something’s big right now.
It didn’t take long for the dick pic to come through. Even in poor lighting, it was still a blessing to mankind. Well, just me…because I was not a sharer. Even if I was a world-class flirt.
Cam: Wish you were here.
Luke: I bet you do.
My phone started ringing, so I answered. “I bet you wanna shove it down my throat, don’t you?”
“Not really, no…but thanks for offering?”
“Jesus fuck, Ty, I thought you were Cam.”
“I kind of figured. I can call back later if it's not convenient for your dick right now.”