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“See, I
told
you that boy’s packing,” Jeremy leered, wrapping Carl’s arms around his waist.

“Come on up,” Kris teased him from the table-stage.

“Show us what you’re hiding in there, reporter-boy.”

“No fucking way,” Garrett said, flushing as Justin stood up and gave him a flirtatious look.

“Who wants to see Alec jerk off this hot guy?” Kris yelled out at the crowd.

Everyone clapped and hooted. Garrett wished for an alien abduction,
anything
, to escape the unwanted attention.

“Aw, come on,” Justin cajoled him. “How about if I show not-so-little Garrett to the world?”

God
. How did he get into these situations? Still… it was the Folsom Street Fair. And you only live once, right?

Garrett got up, more than a little unsteady on his feet, jeans not only tented but also with a slight damp patch showing, as the people around him whistled and shouted encouragement.

It wasn’t like he could resist Justin anyway. Now that he knew the guy, it was hard to refuse “Alec” enticing him onto the stage, as well as the other guys’ teasing. He couldn’t really turn it down without being a bad sport, right?

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And, well, he wanted it, to be honest. Wanted Justin to touch him. Even if it was just a one-time thing, just for the crowd, just something random at Folsom.

He wanted it.

Justin was up on the stage, hand held out to Garrett, who took it and climbed up next to him. He wrapped his arms around Garrett, pulling his head down to whisper in his ear as they embraced.

“Just keep your head buried in my shoulder and ignore all of them, okay? You’re gorgeous. Let me work the public,”

he said, straightening up and pulling away. “And your dick,”

he added with a wink.

Garrett nodded. “Hey, is this work or pleasure?” he asked before he could stop himself.

Justin smiled enigmatically. “Little bit of both, I think.”

As Justin stripped off his clothes, he turned into

“Alec”—someone bolder, more at ease with being watched, more blatantly sexual. They groped a little bit, Alec coaxing Garrett to help him undress until he was naked and hard.

Garrett leaned in for a kiss, but Alec turned his face aside at the last minute and Garrett’s lips landed on his neck instead. Garrett was a little disappointed but figured the guy had his reasons. Whatever.

They shifted around on the tiny platform until Garrett was facing the crowd, with Alec blocking his body a little.

“Just keep your eyes on me, don’t look at them,” he murmured. “You okay?”

Garrett took a deep breath and nodded, letting his eyes drift shut.

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Confident hands pushed his T-shirt up under his armpits, displaying his chest. Kris, acting the part of the emcee, started up a running commentary about how hot Alec and “Rhett” were, complimenting their bodies and every bit of flesh Alec was slowly exposing. Garrett didn’t want to be totally naked, and Alec seemed to get that without him having to say; his jeans were opened, pushed down to just above his knees, and his boxer-briefs lowered down to mid-thigh. Just enough to get his dick and his balls out. They practically leapt into Alec’s hands.

Garrett moaned, dropping his head down to Alec’s shoulder. “Fuck, fuck, so good,” came out in ragged breaths.

“Sorry to tease, babe. I know you’re dying for it. But we’ve gotta put on a little bit of a show for these nice people, all right? I’ll get you there. Trust me,” Alec promised.

Alec played it up for the crowd, writhing against Garrett, his loud moans a bit more theatrical than sincere. He kept up a pretty steady stream of dirty talk, interacting with Kris, gushing about how great “Rhett’s” cock felt in his hand, how hard his muscles were, how smooth his skin. It was weird and uncomfortable, but at the same time, it made Garrett feel kind of good. Really good, actually. He knew Alec was

“working,” but he also felt the truth in the compliments.

Not to mention feeling how Alec’s dick leaked when it rubbed against Garrett’s thigh, how his skin flushed as he got aroused too.

It was funny, though, how notable the switch was between “Alec” and Justin. Alec was pretty cool and very sexy, but Garrett kind of wished he was doing this with Justin instead.

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In the end, it didn’t much matter. Apparently Garrett was less inhibited than he’d thought, because he was seriously getting off on all the people shouting encouragement and watching this beautiful, gorgeous man jerk him off in the middle of a public street, in broad daylight.

“God, Jus, so close,” he gasped, his hips thrusting a little into Justin’s hand without his permission.

“That’s it, come on, Garrett. Show me what you’ve got,”

Justin murmured. His hand sped up, thumb tightening just under the head, long fingers smearing wetness over the tip and back down the solid length. He shifted a little, pressing his own erection against Garrett’s hip, riding him, and that was enough.

Garrett’s moan was strangled and much louder than he meant for it to be, “Right there,
yeah
, yeah, Jus—um—Alec!”

Groaning with his climax, he came, shuddering all over with the force of it as he made a mess of the platform, eyes squeezed shut, face buried in Justin’s shoulder as he crushed the slightly smaller man to him.

Justin gave him a moment to breathe and then turned in Garrett’s arms, naked ass pressed against Garrett’s still-sensitive dick as he took Garrett’s hand and wrapped it around his cock, jacking off with their combined grip. It wasn’t long before Garrett heard Justin’s guttural groan and the pulse in his cock just before he let go, adding to the splatters of white cream on the stage.

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scent of that marvelous skin, rubbed his lips against the stubble of Justin’s neck, and let himself relax with afterglow.

Justin squeezed back after a moment, and they disentangled, Garrett pulling his clothing back into place and Justin picking his up off the stage. He gave Garrett a heavy-lidded look that Garrett couldn’t read and then winked as he kissed Garrett’s cheek.

Kris helped their unsteady bodies down from the table, and Carl silently handed them both damp towels to clean up with, their eyes seeing too much. Carl guided them to a couple of chairs behind the partition and handed them each a bottle of water before leaving them alone.

Through the glow of orgasm and the daze of adrenaline, the noise of the fair seemed far away. Garrett sat back, drinking his water slowly, letting his blood return to its usual places, brain included. He still couldn’t quite believe what he’d just done.

He didn’t open his eyes until Justin cleared his throat.

For once, Justin looked awkward, one hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “Look. I know you think this was casual or whatever… well, no, actually I don’t know what you think. But I’d really like to.”

Garrett gave him a tired smile. “Hey, you’ve got my e-mail, right?”

Justin nodded. He looked away and then glanced back at Garrett. “So, uh, you never asked me for an interview.”

Garrett finished off his bottle of water before answering.

“I didn’t know if you’d say yes.”

“I’d say yes.” Justin smiled.

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Garrett couldn’t help returning it. “Okay. Can I interview you? Over dinner, maybe?”

“Will it be work or pleasure?” Justin teased as a voice from the other side of the partition yelled for Alec, and they both got up to rejoin the fair.

Garrett grinned. “Maybe a little bit of both?”

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II

“UH, HI, Justin. It’s Garrett.”

There was a snorted chuckle from the other end of the line. “Cell phones have this cool feature called ‘caller ID’

nowadays, Garrett. You might wanna check it out.”

“Shut up, jerk,” he answered, trying not to smile.

More laughter. “What’s up?”

Garrett kicked up his feet, nearly knocking over a stack of books, papers, magazines, and dirty plates from his coffee table. “I finished writing the article about the Folsom Street Fair and got it back from the editors. I wanted to see if you’d give it a read and let me know what you think.”

“Aw, that’s sweet, you being so professional. I’m sure it’s fine.”

With a sigh of exasperation, Garrett admitted, “This is my first big piece. I’d like you to make sure I haven’t made any mistakes. Please?”

“And here I thought you were just calling to say how much you missed me. Or maybe you wanted an autograph?”

Justin teased. “Hey, did you get that file I e-mailed you of my latest video?”

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Garrett’s dick gave a little twitch in his jeans. “Um.

Yeah. I got it,” he said, voice squeaking a little.

Justin laughed again. “You liked it?”

“God, why do I put up with you? I swear you get off on teasing me,” Garrett mumbled, one hand cupping his forehead.

“Absolutely. You’re pretty hot when you’re

embarrassed.”

Taking a deep breath, Garrett tried to steer the conversation back on target. “So. Can I send you the article and get you to read it and send me back any corrections? I mean, if that’s okay?”

“Sure, no problem. Send it over now, in fact. I’ve got the next few days off.”

“Great.” The relief was audible in Garrett’s voice, as was the sound of keys clicking on his laptop as he sent the e-mail.

“So… um, how did it come out?” Justin asked.

“What?”

“Your article. Was it good? Or, well, what you wanted it to be? Did your boss like it? I mean, I know you’re a good writer and all. I liked your piece a few months ago about

‘Gaycations’.”

There was a slight pause. “You read that?”

“Well, yeah.” Justin cleared his throat. “I wanted to make sure the dude writing about my friends and I wasn’t a total hack or some conservative prick. Even if you are a little uptight about getting jerked off in public.”

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Garrett laughed. “Thanks, man. Means a lot, coming from you.” It did, though. Justin had looked up his past work. Wow.

“I worked on a cruise line once.”

Okay, so that was kind of a non sequitur.

“Fitness room overseer by day, go-go dancer by night,”

Justin elaborated.

Garrett really wanted to say something witty but was rendered speechless by the sudden mental image of Justin wearing tight gold hotpants and matching boots, covered in glitter. Instead, he kind of made a gurgling noise.

“You are so fucking easy, man.” Justin laughed.

“Anyway, yeah. For two weeks. It was wild.”

“Did you like it? I’ve never been on a cruise,” Garrett admitted.

“Yeah, they’re expensive. Not many passengers under thirty-something. And yeah, you said you’d never been, in your article.”

Wow. Justin not only read the article, but really
read
it—like, remembered what he’d written and everything.

Garrett blinked, taking a second to absorb that.

Justin was still talking. “It was all right. Some good stuff, some not so good. Boring days, since not many guys were at all serious about working out and were just cruising the gym. Dancing was all right but got old after about five nights in a row. Getting hit on is always nice, but getting groped by assholes and having to be polite about it because you’re an employee sucks.”

“That’s sexual harassment,” Garrett blurted.

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“Dude. It was a gay cruise. I was a go-go dancer.”

Garrett could practically feel the semi-affronted quirked-eyebrow look Justin was giving him. “First off, I knew what I was getting into when I signed on. Second, I’m not some little fairy-boy. I can take care of myself.”

Garrett snorted. “You can stop flexing, Rocky; I’ve seen your biceps.” They both laughed. “Seriously, though, don’t you… um. Never mind,” he broke off, cringing as he wished he’d never opened his mouth.

There was a slight pause. When Justin spoke, it was in a tone Garrett hadn’t heard before. Softer, and maybe a little tired? “Just ask, Garrett.”

“Don’t you get tired of being objectified?”

Justin snorted humorlessly. “Not really? I’m kind of a shallow guy in some ways. I’m a porn star. I worked in a gym. My body’s pretty much the biggest thing I’ve got going for me and always has been. I may not be the brightest guy ever, but I know I’ve only got another few years before these opportunities dry up completely.”

“I think you’re smart,” Garrett blurted.

“Yeah? Then give me some credit.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, awkward but sincere. “Honestly. I just—”

“Just what?” Justin’s voice was tight, not with anger, Garrett didn’t think, but with… something.

“I just… I like you.” Garrett took a deep breath, hoping Justin would take that to mean “as a friend” and not “I’d kill to go out with you,” because honestly, Garrett had no idea what he meant, and right now was so very much not the When Work Is a Pleasure |
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time to be thinking of this and having a mild panic attack.

Garrett cleared his throat before he continued. “You’re smart and you’re funny and you’re really nice and you take awesome photos. You say insightful things. You’re a lot more than just your body,” he babbled. “Not that it’s ‘just’ a body, I mean, Christ, you’re amazingly hot; I’ve seriously never seen anyone as gorgeous as you are, and….” He trailed off to the sound of Justin’s uninhibited laughter.

“Wow. Best apology ever,” Justin gasped between laughs. “Seriously. You win.”

“Thank God,” Garrett sighed, wiping a trickle of sweat from the back of his neck. He barely even knew this guy, hadn’t even seen him since the Folsom Street Fair, but the thought of pissing Justin off and never talking to him again made Garrett feel something close to frantic.