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“You live around here?” Jack asked.

“Nah. Here for work.”

“Oh, yeah? What do you do?”

Ishir shrugged. “I’m in the entertainment business.”

Jack raised his eyebrows, obviously amused. “Well, that’s vague and mysterious. Are you a magician or something? Perform at kid’s parties and stuff?”

“You got me. I’m really good with balloons,” Ishir said, wetting his lips. From behind him, Zee snorted. Ishir ignored him.

Jack stared at Ishir’s mouth. “Yeah, I bet.”

“What doyoudo, then?”

“Clown.”

Ishir laughed. “Are we like…sworn enemies?”

“Oh, yeah. Montagues and Capulets, magicians and clowns…story as old as time.”

Ishir cracked up, stuttering as people knocked into him. Jack settled him with a hand on his back, a barrier between Ishir and Zee.

Ishir’s skin burned.

He gulped down his drink faster than he probably should, gasping when he was done. “You live here?”

“Portland? Yeah.”

“You got a roommate?”

“Nope.”

Ishir smiled. “Wanna get out of here?”

Jack’s expression was bright. “Let’s do it.”

Ishir almost moved to leave without saying goodbye to Zee, but that would have been even weirder than it already was.

Zee was staring at him as Ishir turned. “Leaving?” he said, voice low but not quiet.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

Ishir caught Jack eyeing Zee curiously but pulled him away before he asked any questions he wasn’t prepared to answer.

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It was the best sex he’d had in a long while. He usually didn’t go for big guys—not because he didn’t like them but because of some internalised bullshit about masculinity he couldn’t be bothered to examine too hard.

Jack worked Ishir over nice and slow, making Ishir come twice, matching Ishir’s two goals. When Jack went for a third time in the morning, Ishir stopped him.

“I have a, like, self-imposed reward system,” Ishir explained.

“Two’s your limit?” Jack asked curiously.

“For now, yeah. You can still fuck me, though. I just can’t come.”

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