Kiss and Tell

Chapter 28

San Jose

December 2024

Jeff

I kissed the top of Brandon’s head before placing a cup of coffee in front of him.

“Take a break.” He’d been going over the paperwork for an hour, tapping on his phone’s calculator.

Brandon stretched, his arms going high. “I’m getting there.”

I took the chair facing him. “And I told you, I’d help.”

He shook his head. “We agreed, remember? You can keep giving me lots of free advice, but when it comes to financing this venture, I meant what I said. We do it this way.” He picked up the brochure from the realty office and smiled. “This was an amazing idea.”

Four months ago, I’d spotted the photos online. A store up for sale. Why that particular store caught my eye, I couldn’t say, but the idea had been almost instantaneous. I’d called Brandon in a flurry of excitement.

Apparently, my enthusiasm was infectious. He’d come over as soon as he’d finished for the night, and we’d talked into the wee small hours.

I still couldn’t believe it. I owned several tech companies, but the thought of co-owning an Italian deli had never crossed my mind. Once it did, however, I couldn’t shift it. I could have bought it with a single check, but Brandon wouldn’t have that. He wanted to pay for his half himself. He’d crunched the numbers, and when he saw the final figure, he decided to take Austin’s advice and made the call.

Good advice, as it turned out. Brandon was a hit.

I massaged his shoulders, and he bowed his head, a moan tumbling from his lips. “That feels amazing,” he murmured.

“I’ll give you a full body massage later,” I promised. “When’s your next filming weekend?”

“In two weeks’ time. He wants me for a new storyline.” Brandon chuckled. “Me and my hot stepdad.”

I dug my thumbs into the muscles and kneaded his shoulders, eliciting another groan. “You enjoy doing porn.”

He tilted his head to peer up at me. “I love it.”

I kissed the tip of his nose. “All those hunky guys you film with… anyone caught your attention yet?”

That twinkle was delightful. “Possibly? Except he’s not a hunk.”

“Oh really?”

Brandon smiled. “I haven’t filmed with him—he’s part of another storyline—but he’s sweet. And I think he’s interested.”

I slid my hands down his arms. “You’re looking good. All that time in the gym is paying off.” I nuzzled his neck, and he shivered. “So… are you going to tell me more about these visits you’ve been making to San Francisco?”

He swiveled around in his chair. “I guess I can tell you now. There’s a club I go to. A special club.”

I grinned. “Would a lot of its members wear leather, by any chance?”

He returned my grin. “Leather, rubber, you name it. And you know me far too well. I’m not the only trans guy there, which is great.”

“I would love to see you in a harness and leather pants.” My dick clearly liked that idea too.

Brandon beamed. “I’ll take a selfie next time I’m there. Only in the locker room, mind. No cameras allowed on the main floor.” He frowned. “Did I hear you talking to Randy just now?”

I nodded. “We’ve had an invitation.”

His face lit up. “To the cabin?”

I laughed. “Don’t start packing your bag of tricks just yet. He hasn’t confirmed the date.” All he’d done was ask if we’d be available.

“Will Travis and Doug be there too?”

“Sounds like it.”

Brandon’s eyes grew warm. “Good. I liked them.”

I chuckled. “They liked you too.” I pointed to his phone. “Okay, back to your number crunching—partner. We’ve got work to do.”