“Can I?” Jayce pointed at the empty chair on the other side of the table.
Porter nodded only because he really didn’t have the strength, brain cells, or enough coffee in him yet to come up with a good reason why tonotlet the twink join him.
The only reason he tolerated Jayce in the first place was because he was a friend of Gavin’s. He’d played with the guy once, several months back, after Gavin had put in the request on Jayce’s behalf.Justplay, no sex.
Jayce had wanted sex, but Porter had said no, even after Jayce reportedly asked Gavin if he’d mind and Gavin supposedly told him no, it was fine.
Which, frankly, he wasn’t sure he believed Jayce on that, but he hadn’t asked Gavin to confirm it because he wasnevergoing to fuck Jayce anyway. There wasn’t enough money in the world for him to fuck Jayce.
Sex with Jayce would be the biological equivalent of using his dick as a swizzle stick in an overfull spittoon, and he had no desire to do that, either. Had he known what an absolute sloppy whore Jayce was to start with, he wouldn’t have even played with him.
It was only after a couple of friends of Porter’s came to him later to tell him Jayce had raved about playing with him, and was asking for advice on how to convince him to do more with him, that Porter had learned about the guy’s less-than-stellar track record.
“So are you here all weekend,Sir?” Jayce asked with a cocky, lopsided smile.
Something about the way he said the last word grated on Porter’s nerves in a way it usually wouldn’t if anyone else said it. Like it wasn’t casual on Jayce’s part, and that pissed him off. Normally, he didn’t care if guys he wasn’t in a dynamic with called him “Sir.”
Porter looked down at his menu. “I’m not your ‘Sir’, Jayce. So don’t call me that.” Fortunately, the waitress took that moment to appear.
“Have you gentlemen decided what you’re going to have yet?”
“Yeah,” Porter said. “And separate checks.” He spotted the way Jayce’s lips pursed into a tense frown for a second before relaxing. “Coffee, three-cheese omelet, home fries, whole wheat toast with butter, and turkey sausage, thanks.” He handed her the menu.
“And you, sir?” she asked Jayce.
Jayce’s smile looked less than perfect. “Nothing for me, thanks. We’re just chatting.”
He’s broke. Porter didn’t need to be a psychic to read the signs. He’d had his fair share of twinks try to scam money or meals out of him over the years. He didn’t mind paying for Gavin’s meals when they were together, because Gavin did his fair share of cooking for them, or doing other things that more than balanced it out. Besides, he and Gavin were friends first and actually had a fuckingrelationship.
But a little random shit like this? Friend of Gavin’s notwithstanding?
No fucking way.
Once the waitress departed, Porter pulled out his phone and started scrolling through it so he didn’t have to look at Jayce.
Then he had a thought. If the twink was going to irritate him this morning, he would at least use Jayce to his advantage.
“Chat with Gavin lately?” Porter asked.
“Oh, not much. I guess he’s really busy.”
But Porter glanced at him without moving his head. Jayce was staring at the tabletop and playing with the place setting in front of him.
He’s lying.
Porter was not one to air his dirty laundryanywhere. If he asked Jayce outright and told him why he wanted to know more about Gavin, everyone in the whole goddamned resort would know about it by lunch.
And, no doubt sensing relationship tension, Jayce would focus his sights on him even more than Porter already knew they were.
“That’s what Gav told me,” Porter said. It wasn’t even a lie, because he just didn’t elaboratewhenGavin had told him that.
Jayce leaned in, arms crossed on the table in front of him and wearing what Porter was pretty sure Jayce thought was a sexy look. “Listen, if you’re not busy tonight, I was hoping for a repeat of last time we played.” He smiled and actually batted his fucking eyelashes at Porter.
What is he, fifteen? Sheesh.
He damn sure acted like it, another turn-off for Porter. The guy was in his early thirties but he was one of those pathetic kind of guys who were as shallow as a parking lot puddle, who refused to age gracefully and admit he wasn’t a hot, tight twenty-one-year-old anymore. Porter wasn’t even sure why Gavin considered Jayce a friend, but he didn’t control who Gavin’s friends were, just like Gavin didn’t control him or his.
Although in this case, I’d make an exception.
