Chapter 33 #3
“He was asking all these questions,” Joshy shrugged defensively.
His hands twitch and fidget in his lap and Bruce takes them in his, comforting him.
“Like where you got the money from, and who you were with, and what rich guys were you fucking again and all that. He was pissed because you told him off about being your manager or something like that?”
“My pimp,” I sigh. “I told him to fuck off when he asked to be my pimp and manage my schedule. I wasn’t doing that anymore.”
Young-gi pulls out his phone and starts typing on it furiously, and I have to bite back a smile because I can read the bloodthirst in his eyes, even if no one else can. He’ll have Tyler in a box for me by tonight.
God, that’s so fucking sexy.
I’m so insane.
“So you told him I might be fucking for cash again, and he kicked you out?” I ask, waving at his messy state. “You need a place to stay?”
“Nah, um,” Joshy winced and leaned closer to Bruce without seeming to realize it. And Bruce’s eyes sparkle like we’re in a Christmas film, all lovey and shit. He eats up little sad-boy, save-me acts like this one. But with Joshy, it’s not really an act.
“He was like, ‘Where’s Tommy now? How can I find him? I wanna talk to him’,” Joshy continues.
“And I told him I had no clue, but I knew about that club you sometimes dance at. He went there to look for you a few times, and then like, he came back all smug a few nights ago. He had pictures of you and–” Joshy waves at Young-gi, his hairless, scarred eyebrows pulled high.
“Y’all were making out. Tyler found this guy’s niece’s Insta, and she’d posted something about a dinner reservation.
He knew a busboy there that would do him a favor.
He was drinking and told me that he was gonna get cash out of you one way or the other.
He blackmailed you, right? Am I too late to warn you?
I’ve been looking for you everywhere, but I didn’t know where to go.
The bouncer at your club told me to ask Maggie who told me to ask Bruce who told me he got a text from some number and we started googling stuff and ended up here. ”
The word vomit is a lot, but once it’s all out, Joshy blinks his big eyes at me like a puppy dog. “Was I too late?”
“Nah,” I tell him with a grin, hoping to reassure him. “You’re right on time, dude. I appreciate it.”
It’s not a surprise to me. I knew it would be someone from my world, someone who wanted cash. But I didn’t think it would be Tyler. I haven’t seen the guy in a few weeks, but this all makes so much more sense than a rich boy wanting something from me.
“Thank fuck,” Joshy sighs, melting back into his seat.
“Language,” Bruce says gently, and I feel like someone just hit me over the head with a flashback.
I smirk, then bite my lip to stop my chuckle.
If Bruce is trying to curb Joshy’s language, well then…they might not be fucking yet, but Bruce has found the sad boy of his wettest dreams and he’s already working on saving him.
“Oh, uh, sorry?” Joshy says, his tone begging for praise.
Oh god, they’re like…cute together. I’m torn between being kind of grossed out at how adorable they are and being happy for them. I’m also relieved because…well, if they’re into each other, if they’re taking care of each other…
Maybe I’m a bit of a shithead, but it makes me feel less guilty.
If they’re both moving on, if neither of them need me, then I’m off the hook.
I don’t ever have to worry about Joshy again, or how he’s getting down the stairs.
And I don’t need to hold on to this image that Bruce is moping around somewhere pining for me.
I wasn’t right for either of them. This is exactly what they needed.
“I appreciate the information,” Young-gi says briskly, his texting finished. I shiver because I know Tyler is about to get more than he bargained for, and that’s both terrifying and sexy. I know, I’m fucked up.
But I can’t help but like that Young-gi is willing to do anything to stay with me. It’s fucking hot.
At Young-gi’s words, Bruce seems to snap out of his fixation, and for the first time, he really looks up at me. We meet stares.
And I…smile? Yeah, it feels like a smile. A small, kind of knowing, happy for him smile. And he…smiles back. A small, kind of knowing, happy for me smile.
We share a moment that means nothing and also means kind of a lot. Like we’re on the same page for maybe the first time ever.
Young-gi rounds the desk and looms behind me, and my grin gets a little sharper. His big hand lands on the back of my neck, as if I’d forget about him.
“Tommy, are you alright here?” Bruce asks, standing from his chair.
“I’ve never been better,” I say honestly. “Let me introduce you to my boyfriend. Young-gi, this is Bruce and you’ve met Joshy. Guys, this is my boyfriend, Young-gi.”
“Boyfriend?” Joshy asks, shocked.
“It’s kinda new,” I shrug, feeling smug and bashful at the same time. Like ‘yeah, look at my sexy-as-fuck boyfriend, look at this fine piece of ass I pulled’, but also like ‘don’t look too closely at my new and delicate feelings’.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” Bruce holds out a hand. Young-gi looks at it for a second too long before taking it, shaking it once.
“I’ve heard a lot about you,” Young-gi says.
He’s acting like his usual self, but it’s only around other expressive people that I realize how used to it I am.
Bruce stiffens, Joshy looks hella nervous, but I’m turned on because Young-gi acting threatening and cold is probably the hottest thing ever. It always has been.
I’ve wanted to get on his dick since the first time I saw him.
“Oh,” Bruce says again, a bit shakier this time.
I elbow Young-gi hard in the side, but he barely flinches. “Quit it,” I snap. “I get it already.”
Young-gi gives me an evil, subtle little smirk that says I’ll pay for that. And fuuuuck, I’ll enjoy it.
So, since I’m already on the naughty list, I hold out a hand. “Can I have some money?”
He stares at me, then sighs and pulls open a desk drawer. “How much?”
“How much you got?”
He pulls out a stack with several rubber bands around it and I snatch it. It’s all hundreds and I run my finger along the edges, gleeful. Then I shove it at Joshy gruffly, too casually, like it’s nothing.
“Here,” I say, dropping it in his lap before he can even react. “For new legs or whatever. Since you came down the stairs for me.”
“Whoa….” Joshy’s eyes are owl-wide, and he looks at Young-gi like he expects my boyfriend to take it all back. But Young-gi is sitting in his desk chair now, leaning back into it, watching me like I’m his favorite television show. So he pays Joshy no mind. “Um, thanks dude!”
“You can stay with me until we get some fitted,” Bruce offers quickly, helping Joshy to his unsteady feet, helping him put the crutches back under his arms. “I don’t have any stairs, you’ll be much more comfortable. I’ve got a big couch so you don’t need to worry about where you’ll sleep.”
“Wow, that is so nice, today is my lucky day!” Joshy grins wide, innocent and friendly, happy in a way I’ve never been. Shining like a beacon despite his rough circumstances. The perfect sweet boy.
Bruce clears his throat and I have to cover my mouth to hide my laughter, because knowing Bruce? He just got a boner.
Our goodbyes don’t last that long, but it feels like ages before I can finally reassure Bruce that I’m super happy and not being coerced into staying here, reassure Joshy that I meant to give him the entire stack of cash and no I don’t want any of it back, and to get them both into the elevator and on their way down.
Once the doors close between us, leaving me alone with Young-gi, my heartrate picks up and I feel awareness race through me like a flood in my veins.
“So that was Bruce,” Young-gi muses darkly, his voice drifting to me from his desk. I creep closer, fluttery excitement in my stomach.
“Mm-hm.”
“Not much to him, is there?”
I shake my head slightly. “Not for me. I told you that. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Young-gi’s eyes heat up and he pats his desk, inviting me closer. “I can see that. You don’t need a caretaker. Hm? You don’t need to be fixed. You need someone that likes the way you burn. Someone like me.”
“Y-yeah,” I say shakily as I lean over the desk, putting my elbows on the hard surface. I don’t even fight it. I want it so bad. Been wanting it all day.
“Someone that knows how to make you feel small.” Young-gi peels my pants down, and I shiver. “Someone that makes you like it.”
“Y-yeah.”
“Do you want me to prove it to you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
And he does.