Author: Aleksandr Voinov, L.A. Witt
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Format: ebook, paperback
Excerpt:
Tristan was bored.
At least business had been steadier lately at Market
Garden, ever since the Christmas lull had ended. Apparently the wealthy elite
had placated all the annual demands for gifts and family time, and could now
spare money and evenings for expensive rentboys. Great for the wallet, but as
far as Tristan was concerned, the only thing worse than no john was the same
john every bloody night. Well, not the exact same guy. Just an endless stream
of clones coming through the black curtain in search of a night’s
entertainment. Every one of them wanted the same thing, and they all grinned
and smirked like they were the first mugs ever to ask a rentboy to suck a cock
or bend over. Yawn.
“I could use a refill.” Jared held up his empty glass.
“You?”
Tristan looked into his own glass and realised he was
almost to the bottom. “Sure. I’ll pick up the next one.” The drinks were free,
but he and Jared took turns fighting the crowd to the bar for refills.
“Sounds good.” Jared slid out of the booth and headed for
the bar.
Tristan watched him, and couldn’t help grinning. There was
a sexy little strut in Jared’s step these days. Ever since the two of them had
started working together and double-teaming johns, Jared had gained some
much-needed confidence, and it showed. God, but he was both cute and
mouth-watering, and that gorgeous little arse in those tight leather trousers
was icing on the cake. He even flirted shamelessly with Raoul and the other
bartenders now.
Johns and rentboys alike glanced at Jared, checking out his
lithe body in all that gorgeous, tight leather. As Tristan watched them watch
Jared, both pride and a hint of jealousy swelled in his chest.
Look all you want, lads. I get
to fuck him.
Tristan shivered at the thought. Even if it was only for
the sake of performing for their johns and making a few hundred quid, he
enjoyed the hell out of being with Jared. With a body like that and a mouth
that talented, who wouldn’t? Even if they didn’t know Jared was also sweet,
funny, smart . . .
Jared came back a moment later, drinks in hand, and slid
into the booth beside Tristan.
“Thanks,” Tristan said.
“Don’t mention it.”
Tristan slid his hand over Jared’s leather-clad thigh under
the table in their shadowy booth. At least things had been more interesting
since they’d started working together. Fucking a john while Jared watched, or—even
better—fucking Jared while the john watched, that kept his interest. Most of
the time, anyway. Lately, even that was getting repetitive.
Or rather, frustrating. They had to concentrate on pleasing
their paying clients, and those clients nearly always wanted to get involved in
more ways than just sitting back and watching, which meant Tristan never could
focus exclusively on Jared. The more they did this, the more he wanted to do
exactly that. What he wouldn’t have given to get Jared alone for a little
while, away from the distraction and interference of the guys who kept their
wallets nice and fat. The uptight kid had relaxed a lot recently. He’d been
inching out of his shell ever since they’d partnered up, and Tristan wanted to
know what else Jared had up his sleeve.
Except the more Jared came into his own, the less
interested he seemed in Tristan. Lately, it’d been strictly business for him. A
performance he could have put on with any other rentboy. He’d even gone back to
taking a lot of johns on his own. As more men turned Jared’s head, Tristan
desperately wanted to work up the nerve to suggest skipping out of work and
spending a little time in his flat, doing what they wanted rather than what
someone else wanted them to do. Jared seemed to enjoy working with him, but how
would he feel about sleeping with Tristan for free? Or even just hanging out
and having a conversation that didn’t include keeping an eye on the door for
would-be clients? Tristan could’ve sworn there’d been a little crush going on in
the beginning, and now he was kicking himself for not making his move before
Jared’s interest in him cooled in favour of johns and money.
“You boys look bored.” Nick, one of the kinkier rentboys,
appeared beside their booth with a characteristic smirk on his thin lips. “Slow
night?”
“Night’s still young.” Tristan sipped his soft drink. “What
about you?”
Nick shrugged, the gesture extra flippant in true Nick
style. “Just waiting for a worthwhile victim to show up.” He shifted his
always-predatory gaze towards Jared. “You sure you don’t want to play with some
of the kinky customers?”
Tristan slid his hand further over Jared’s leg.
“I don’t know,” Jared said. “I’m having a pretty good time
with the ones I get.”
Another shrug. “Suit yourself. But if you ever change your
mind . . .”
“I’ll give it some thought.” Jared sounded sincere.
Genuinely interested, not just being polite.
Nick grinned. Tristan said
nothing, just ran his thumb back and forth over the inseam of Jared’s trousers.
Funny, Jared used to squirm under Tristan’s touch, but now it was as routine as
flirting with potential clients. Something to entice johns and establish that
Jared and Tristan worked together with no implications that they were together.
Nick glanced at the door, and straightened. “Oh. Looks like
tonight’s paycheque just arrived. I’ll talk to you guys later.” With that, he
was gone.
“Think we’ll ever get a client like one of his?” Jared
asked.
“You never know.”
“Could be fun.” Jared played with his straw. “Good money,
too.”
“It could.” Jealousy flared in Tristan’s chest. He wasn’t
into the same things Nick was. The bondage, the pain play, it was all fine and
good, but it wasn’t his thing. He liked the power games, just not the
implements and bloodshed. He hadn’t thought Jared was into that kind of thing
either, but everyone knew Nick made a killing servicing the kinkier johns.
There was nothing stopping Jared from partnering up with him and getting in on
that action.
How the hell do I tell him I
want him for myself?
“Hey.” Jared leaned closer, lips brushing Tristan’s ear.
“You remember that guy who paid us to fool around while he watched? The first
time, I mean?”
Tristan shivered and squeezed Jared’s leg. “How could I
forget?”
“Yeah, well.” Jared tilted his head towards the door. “Look
who just walked in.”
Tristan turned his head.
Well, fuck me.
There he was. Suited and booted, looking like he owned the
place, flashy gold watch peeking out from the end of an expensively tailored
suit.
Rolex. We meet again.
And he was coming right towards them, too.
“Looks like we might be making some money tonight,” Jared
said with a grin.
Is that opportunity I hear
knocking? Tristan ran his hand higher
up Jared’s leg. “Hope he stopped at the bank on his way here.”
Rolex strolled up to their table. He gave Jared a long
look, then Tristan. “I was hoping you boys would be here tonight.”
“We are.” Tristan offered a toothy grin. “And you found us.
Now what are you going to do with us?”
Rolex seemed to think on it for a moment, as if thrown off
his stride, then grinned. “Oh, I’ve got a little fantasy in mind.”
“How kinky are we talking?” Tristan asked. “The place has
specialists for the weirder shit.” His teeth snapped shut. Best not to give
Rolex—or Jared—any ideas that might subtract Tristan from the night’s equation.
Rolex glanced around. “Nothing weird. You guys know I like
to watch.” He leaned closer, flattening his palms on the table. “And give some
orders along the way.”
“Orders, eh?” Tristan flashed him a wide grin, and Rolex
laughed, clearly picking up the challenge. Tristan reached for his drink. “It’s
a rematch, then?”
Rolex pushed his tongue against his teeth. “Yeah. In a
manner of speaking.”
Tristan was intrigued enough that he glanced at Jared,
picking up the nod there. It might not be just watching, but by now they’d had
enough experience to play basically any john who entered the Garden by ear.
Oddly, two against one wasn’t fair—even if the other guy called the shots.
Totally different to play this game as a team. And they were a bloody good
team, especially when paired up with a john as hands-off as Rolex.
“You ready to spend some
money?” Tristan asked. You ready to watch me seduce
him for real?
Rolex didn’t flinch. “I think I’m over my sticker shock
from the last time.”
“Good. Let’s go.”
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