Go-Go Boy

For you RKOIsMyJam. Thanks for giving me characters to work with and letting me write whatever the hell I wanted...and not judging my crazy

I smiled at the valet when he took the keys to park my car. It was the weekend and I was at one of my most favorite male go-go bars. The week had been a long one on the set of the television show I starred in. One of the mic operators dropped a boom on one of my co-stars so the set was closed until the doctor cleared her, part of wardrobe was lost and there were about 24 script re-writes in one day. I was looking forward to sitting at MJ's Bar and watching hot boys dance around me. Once I stepped inside my bad mood was instantly lifted as I was escorted to my normal seat

"Mr. Orton," I looked up. "Your normal waiter isn't here anymore so we have another one of our boys handling this section now."

"Oh?"

"I'm sorry. He's very cute and friendly but can be a bit shy...I think you'll like him though."

"I trust your judgment." Randy said smiling

"Have a good night!"

"You know I will." Randy watched as the clubs general manager walked away. He turned toward the stage and saw one of MJ's regular dancers performing. Randy growled to himself when the song ended and no one had come over to take his drink order. This new guy was off to a bad start. Just as he was about to get angry someone came over

"Hi!" He said smiling. "I'm sorry I was late. What can I get for you?" Randy eyed the small man and licked his lips as he smirked and extended his hand

"I'm Randy. What's your name?" The young man's smile brightened

"Evan. It's nice to meet you."

"Same here. Are you taking over this section from now on?"

"Yea...I hope that's okay." Randy wrapped his slim fingers around Evan's arm and turned him around getting a good look at him in his gold lamé shorts. Evan rolled his eyes as the man leered at him but smiled once they were again facing each other. "Do I meet your approval?"

"I'll let you know after you answer a question for me."

"What's the question?"

"Do you dance as well?"

"I do."

"In those shorts?"

"In these very shorts...maybe a little less." Randy gave a half smile

"Will you dance tonight?"

"You're two questions over the one you wanted to ask."

"I'm an actor. I get paid to look good not do math so humor me." Evan gritted his teeth

"I'll dance tonight."

"You're perfect." He said. "Chilled Don Julio with a splash of pineapple. Always. And keep them coming until I say."

"I'll be right back." Evan walked to the bar and put in his order

"How was it?" One of his co-workers asked and Evan rolled his eyes dramatically

"He spun me around to look at my ass."

"At least you've got a cute little booty." Cody said smiling

"I happen to think I'm much more impressive from the front." Evan said adjusting his package

"Drink's up Ev!"

"Thanks." He said picking up the tray with Randy's drink on it. "Chilled Don Julio." Evan said as he attempted to place the drink on the small table next to the chair but Randy blocked him keeping his eyes on the dancer in front of him. When the man twirled and shook his hips Randy smiled then tucked a $20 into his waistband. He lifted his hand and turned toward Evan

"I don't like my dances interrupted." Evan chewed the inside of his jaw to stop the surely offensive remark that wanted to slip past his lips

"My apologies." He said as he turned to leave

"Hey!" Evan turned on his heel

"Yes?" Randy tucked a $10 in his waistband

"When you work on your people skills you'll get more." Evan almost stomped off back to the bar

"Oh goodness – what did he say?" He slammed the money on the bar

"When my people skills improve I'll get more." Cody and Zack burst out laughing

"Dude, what the hell did you say to him? You're one of the top earners in this place." Evan shook his head

"He's a dick. Do either of you want to work that section from now on?"

"Oh hell no. I worked with that asshole one night and was ready to quit. He said that I have lips like a duck's bill and referred to me as Duck-Boy for the rest of the night." Evan and Zack laughed at Cody. "Fuck you both."

"We're laughing with you Codes."

"Do you see me laughing?"

"No but I'm sure in time you will. Zack?"

"Absolutely not, bro. I'll admit that him calling me Sadly Cooper isn't as bad as Duck-Boy but it's still bad and I don't want to deal with him."

"Sadly Cooper?"

"He's calling me an imitation Bradley Cooper."

"What about,"

"Forget it Evan. No one wants to wait on him. He's an incredibly good-looking, arrogant, my shit don't stink son of a bitch and he's insulted damn near everyone in this place. You're their last resort so I suggest turning on the charm and working him like John used to."

"What happened to John? I went on vacation then boom he was gone."

"He's got some stuff going on so he left."

"That sucks. I liked him."

"I liked his ass."

"Well that was a given. I have customers to wait on so I'll see you guys later."

"Werk bitch." Cody said snapping his fingers. Evan laughed and worked his way over to some of his regulars while Cody took to the stage. Randy smirked when he saw the man and tossed a $50 onto the stage before the man even started dancing. Cody never danced in front of Randy choosing to work the sides of the stage but he'd have to come front and center if he wanted the wads of cash Randy tossed there and Randy knew it

"Hi Hunter!" Evan said sitting in the man's lap

"How are you?" The older man asked immediately tucking a one-hundred dollar bill into Evan's shorts

"I'm well. How are you?"

"I'm healthy and I'm here."

"How are Stephanie and the kids?" Hunter was a married man and for all intents and purposes he was straight...according to him. Evan and the boys never bought the I like to look but not touch shtick they got from some of the married men who frequented MJ's

"They're all well. Hey,"

"What's up?"

"Was that guy giving you a hard time?" Evan shook his head

"Apparently he gives everyone a hard time. John's not here anymore and no one wants to work his section."

"That's terrible."

"So I've heard. What can I get you to drink?" Evan asked every week although he knew Hunter didn't drink. Hunter smiled

"A water spritzer please."

"You got it." Evan took more orders before putting them in at the bar

"You know he has the hots for you right?"

"Who?"

"Hunter."

"But he's straight." Roman the bartender rolled his eyes

"Oh right. Here's your stuff and hurry because you're on after Alex and Mike."

"Let me get a chilled Don Julio with a splash of pineapple too."

"You can just call that a Randy."

"How about we change that to the jackass?" Roman laughed and put the drink on Evan's tray

"Good luck." Evan handed out the drinks saving Randy's for last. When he made it to the man he'd just drained his glass

"Perfect timing."

"I'm working on my skills." Evan said turning away

"Not hard enough." Randy murmured. Evan handed his tray to Wade who was one of the security guys and he placed it on the bar while Evan ran backstage to change. He applied the last bit of baby oil to his skin as the first notes of Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls started to play. Evan took his position behind the curtain and when it opened he commanded the stage. He walked to the center directly under the spotlight and ran his hands down his chest slowly and just as he had timed his arrival with Randy's fresh drink he timed his routine. By the time the chorus hit his hands were at the top of his short shorts and he loosened the buttons as he swiveled and thrust his hips. He turned around as he bent over completely pulling the scrap of fabric as he did so. Randy almost threw all the money he had on the stage. This man knew how to work it and was Randy's new favorite. Evan moved to the left side of the stage then to the right letting the other patrons fill the elastic band of his black mesh thong.

After working the sides he made eye contact with Randy and slowly stalked to the front of the stage where the man was seated. He rocked from side to side and as if hypnotized Randy stood from his seat, walked up then reaching out he dragged a hand from Evan's calf and all the way up to his muscular thigh. There was a no touching the dancers rule but Randy never obeyed rules. Evan was a stickler for that rule but in order to keep Randy under control he'd let him. He felt the hand creeping up his ass then felt Randy tucking money into the band. Realizing that the song was about to end Evan grabbed Randy's hand and removed it from his ass where it rested. Randy looked up at the man who winked then turned and walked away to go change. Backstage Evan wiped the slimy oil off his body

"Thanks." He said to Wade who had collected all the money that was left on stage and brought it to him. Evan pulled out a $20 and tucked it in Wade's shirt pocket

"You're welcome." Wade made a move to leave but turned back. "What was that all about?"

"What?"

"Letting Randy touch you. I know that you don't like it when the customers do so...just because he's Randy Orton that doesn't give him the right."

"I know Wade. It's all a part of my plan to get in his good graces. No one else wants to serve him because he's a prick and since I can't literally kill him I'm going to kill him with kindness."

"Well alright but don't let it get out of control. I don't care who he is if he bothers you make sure you let me know."

"I will."

"I mean it." Evan smiled

"I know. Hey, you better go. Justin's up next." Wade left the room without another word at the mention of his boyfriend. He never missed him dance. When he was sure he's wiped enough oil off Evan changed into another pair of looser, but still tiny, pair of shorts

"So," Cody said crossing his arms over his chest. "I saw your dance."

"Yea? Did you pick up some new moves?"

"No but I did see you letting that ass feel your ass. You never let them touch you when you dance." Evan shrugged

"It's part of my plan."

"How much did he tip you?" Evan shrugged again

"You know I don't count my money until my shift is over." He said looking across the room to check the status of Randy's drink. "I have some stuff to do." Evan said leaving the bar. He took care of his regulars going to Randy last. He picked up the empty glass and put down a new one but as he started to leave Randy reached out and grabbed his arm

"Yes?"

"You're an amazing dancer."

"Thank you."

"There's a no touching rule you know?"

"Oh, that's right!" Evan said snapping his fingers. "Thank you for reminding me."

"You're welcome."

"I guess that means you do know the rules and you won't be touching me or anyone else in here right?" Randy clenched his jaw

"Don't bring me another drink. This is my last for the night." Evan smiled smugly when he walked away

Later

"$1,002?" Cody laughed

"Who the hell tipped you two singles?" Zack rolled his eyes

"Who knows? They should start checking wallets at the door."

"I almost made $2300 tonight." Cody said counting the last of his money and tucking it away. "Not bad."

"How the hell do you make so much bro?"

"For starters I don't call people bro."

"Ha. Ha."

"20, 40, 60, 80, 100, 20, 40, 60, 80, 200...$3200 on a Friday night." Evan said picking up his bag

"You dropped something." He looked on the floor and saw folded money

"Thanks." Evan said picking up it. "Oh – it's Randy's tip." He laughed. "Make that $3600. He tipped me $400."

"What?!" Cody and Zack yelled snapping their necks around

"What?"

"He tipped you $400 for one dance?"

"Yea and ten for the first drink but I stuck that in Roman's tip jar."

"Looks like Randy has a new favorite."

"I don't think that man has a favorite anything. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Evan walked to the back exit and saw Wade and Justin huddled in a corner. He cleared his throat and the men broke apart. "Can you let me out?"

"Sure. Brock should be out in the lot to walk you to your car."

"Okay. 'Night guys."

"Goodnight." They said in unison their accents melding together. After walking him to his car Evan tipped Brock, hopped in his car and drove home

Two Weeks Later

Randy was in his trailer on-set going over his script when the man crossed his mind again. He hadn't stopped thinking about him since that Friday night two weeks ago. There was something about the way he moved and how he didn't take Randy's shit...that intrigued him and irritated him all at the same time. He was in his own world when he heard banging on his door and someone calling his name

"Yea?!"

"They need you on-set!" Randy threw the script down and left

That Night: MJ's Bar

"How are you feeling?"

"A hell of a lot better than I was last week."

"I think he came in here looking for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Randy. He came in and we told him that you weren't in so he'd have someone else waiting on him. He stayed for about an hour and then left."

"Well who waited on him?" Cody laughed

"Sadly Cooper." Evan cringed

"That doesn't sound good at all."

"It wasn't so bad. I mean like I said he left after about an hour." Cody's eyes narrowed. "Speaking of the devil." Without turning around to look at the man Evan leaned in toward the bar and ordered a Randy. When the drink was prepared he grabbed it from the bar and took it to Randy placing it on the table before Nicky started his dance. Randy laughed

"Well done."

"Thanks. How are you?"

"I'm alright. Where were you last week?" That caught Evan off guard

"Oh, um, I was under the weather so I didn't come in."

"Start taking vitamin C or something because I don't want anyone else waiting on me. The other boys here are terrible."

"They're not. You just don't like them."

"You're right, I don't. I like you." Evan nodded

"Okay."

"We should go on a date." Evan shook his head and stuck a finger in his ear in an attempt to clear it

"What did you just say?"

"We should go on a date."

"Why? What?!"

"Did you have an ear infection? Your hearing seems to be off."

"My hearing is fine. I don't want to date you. We're not going on a date."

"Why?"

"I'm sure you know why. I can't talk about this now. I have customers." Randy sat there and watched the man walk away. He'd never been rejected and he didn't like it. Not one bit actually. Two other guys danced but he didn't bother tipping them. He heard the familiar beat of a song begin playing and watched Evan step out from behind the curtain. Captivated is the only word he could think of to describe how he was when Evan was around. The small man left the stage and moved around the room collecting money from people more than willing to shove it in his waistband. Just like two weeks prior, he saved the arrogant man for last. He stepped in front of him teasing him by pulling at the elastic and letting Randy get a peek of his thong but not actually taking the shorts off. Evan ran his hands up Randy's chest and down his arms. He placed his hands at the top of his shorts and raised an eyebrow almost daring Randy to pull them down. With a smirk on his face he did and licked his lips as the man in front of him gyrated. The shorts fell to the ground and as Evan stepped out of them he turned so that his back was to Randy. He felt money being tucked into the underwear so he looked over his shoulder and winked as the song ended

Evan was backstage in the middle of cleaning off the baby oil when he saw a set of feet standing in front of him. Looking up he saw that it was Wade with the cash collected from the stage

"It's none of my business but I think you're playing dangerous game with him."

"What do you mean?"

"Not only have you allowed him to touch you but you've let him undress you. I understand that you have to work his section so you're being nice but don't be too nice. He's not a very nice guy hence the reason you're assigned to serve him." Evan shrugged

"He tips well and I think I can handle him."

"Just be careful okay?"

"Of course I will." Wade nodded and left the room. When he was alone Evan did something that he never did before the end of his shift. He counted his tips...well his tips from Randy: $550. He shook his head as he changed then went back to the floor to take care of his customers

"What did he tip you this week?"

"Nothing."

"I saw him put money on your butt." Evan laughed

"Oh, I don't know. You know I don't count my tips before the end of my shift."

"I think he's got a thing for you."

"He sort of asked me on a date."

"Excuse me? How does one sort of ask you on a date?"

"He said 'we should go on a date'."

"What did you say?"

"What do you think I said? I told him no."

"Wow. He never asked John and he was smitten with him."

"Maybe he did ask and John just didn't tell."

"Doubt it." Evan took the drink Roman placed on the bar

"I'll be back." He said going over to Randy

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Are you going to get in trouble for that?"

"For what?"

"What you did."

"No. There's a no touching rule in place for our protection otherwise we'd have people grabbing at us all night." Randy nodded

"And you let me."

"I cater to what people like. You don't have to touch me if you don't want to."

"Oh no, I don't want to be rude." Evan laughed

"Right."

"Have you thought about what I said before?"

"No." Randy narrowed his eyes at Evan in turn Evan narrowed his eyes

"I don't like being rejected."

"No one does but it happens, right? I'll be back." Evan worked the room smiling at the patrons and giggling at whatever stupid joke they told

"Hi!" He said sitting in Hunter's lap

"Hey there. Feeling better?" Hunter asked sticking money in Evan's shorts

"Much. Thanks for the stuff you sent here. Wade and Justin dropped it off to me."

"You're welcome. What's up with that guy in front?"

"Randy?" Evan waved his hand dismissively. "I'm not really sure. I'm still trying to figure him out."

"But you let him touch you."

"He likes to touch and he tips well so I give him what he wants." Hunter shifted uncomfortably

"Do you like it?"

"Like what? Him touching me? I have no connection to him so it's no big deal."

"Oh." Evan thought about what Roman said to him the other week and stood up

"I'll be back okay?"

"Okay." The older man said smiling. He went backstage and sat in one of the chairs and closed his eyes

"What's up kid?" Evan opened his eyes when he heard the familiar voice of his ex and one of the managers at the club

"Hey CJ."

"What's bothering you and don't tell me nothing. Is it Randy?"

"Why does everyone think Randy is a problem?"

"Because he is. In fact I think his full name might be Randy Problem Orton." Evan laughed

"I think you're wrong."

"Maybe, anyway what's going on?"

"It's Hunter actually." The other man laughed

"Has he asked you to run away with him yet?"

"No," Evan said rolling his eyes. "He seems really concerned with Randy and what I'm doing to earn my tips. That coupled with what Roman said to me the other week," He shrugged. "I don't know. He just made me really uncomfortable. I had to get up and leave and I've never done that...with anyone."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing overtly but he asked why I let Randy touch me and what was up with him. He asked if I liked it."

"Why did you let him touch you? That's not your thing."

"Because you assholes are making me work his section and in order to make money I need to cater to him and he's a hands-on guy."

"Does he make you uncomfortable?"

"No. He told me we should go on a date."

"Did he?" Chris said with a half-smile

"Yea."

"That's new. He normally doesn't touch and he surely doesn't make dates. I knew putting you over there would be a good idea."

"It was your idea?!" Chris laughed

"Hell yea. I knew he would like you."

"You just reminded me why we're not together anymore." The other man laughed again as he stood from his seat

"We had good times though." He said kissing the small man. "Don't stay back here too long, okay? I think I hear ice clinging in empty glasses out there."

Weeks Later

"Cut! Cut! What's your problem today Randy? You're normally on point when it comes to knowing your marks and having your lines down but today you're all over the place."

"I'm sorry."

"Do we need to stop for the day and have you come back fresh tomorrow?"

"No, no, I've got it...just give me a 20 minute break okay?"

"20 minutes and not a second longer!"

"I hear ya." Randy said already walking off set. He went to his trailer and flopped down on the couch covering his face with a pillow

"Rejected." He uttered. For the last three weeks every time he'd asked Evan out the man told him no. No. No. Whoever in their life told him no? Evan that's who. It was causing Randy to lose sleep, mess up his lines at work and he'd even almost hit an old lady crossing the street on his way home because he was thinking so hard about it

"How can he tell me no? I'm good-looking; rich...I have a huge cock. I did a nude scene in my last movie which was a hit so I know he saw it. Maybe he doesn't go to the movies or maybe my monster man piece scared him. What is it?!" Randy yelled throwing the pillow across the room

Saturday Night: MJ's

Randy walked in and took his regular seat and waited. He wasn't interested in watching anyone dance tonight. He wanted to see Evan. About a minute later the man he craved walked over

"Hi Randy."

"Hello Evan." Evan raised a brow

"What's wrong?"

"Oh nothing." He laughed

"This is about the date thing isn't it?"

"Oh that? No, I'd completely forgotten about you rejecting me not once but a total of four times...five if you count the night I asked you twice." Evan crouched down in front of him resting his hands on Randy's knees

"Why won't you just let it go? You'll sleep a lot better."

"Who said I wasn't sleeping?!" Evan smiled sweetly

"Not me."

"You might like me you know."

"I might and I might not."

"How come you won't go on one date with me?"

"Do you want me to be honest with you?"

"Yes."

"You're an ass and I deal with enough assholes while I'm working. Why would I want to go on a date with one?"

"Good point."

"And you're so rude to the other boys in here. They're my friends."

"Okay, I got it."

"Thank you." Evan said standing

"I'm not used to people telling me no. I apologize for coming off like a jerk." Randy said extending his hand. Evan reached out and shook it. "Let's start over. I'm Randy."

"Nice to meet you Randy. I'm Evan."

"What do you say I take you out for a nice quiet dinner?" Evan smiled

"No."

"Excuse me?"

"I said no and I'm allowed to say no."

"You're right."

"Let me take you on a date."

"Are you serious? No one's ever asked me on a date."

"I figured as much. You're terrible at accepting graciously." Randy smiled

"I'd love to go on a date with you. Wait."

"What?"

"You don't have a crazy ex I need to worry about do you? I'm kind of a big deal and,"

"Stop talking. I have an ex and he's seen you but he's not crazy."

"He's seen me?"

"Yes. He works here."

"Is it that old man that sits in the back?"

"Um, no. Don't worry about it. Let me get your drink."

Next Week: Sunday

Randy was sitting in a booth at The Palm on Santa Monica Blvd waiting for Evan

"If that little son of a bitch stands me up," He stopped talking when Evan sat across from him

"For future reference I don't like being called a son of a bitch. My mom's not a bitch either."

"My apologies."

"And what would you have done if I stood you up?"

"I don't know but I would have thought of something."

"Ah, I see." Evan said nodding. "Sorry for making the date on a Sunday. As you know I work pretty late and like to sleep in when I can."

"It's fine. I kinda like the idea of a Sunday lunch date."

"Oh good."

"Do you only work on Friday's and Saturday's?"

"Yes."

"What the hell do you do during the week?" Evan laughed

"I volunteer at an assisted living facility."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. Monday through Thursday I do it and Sunday is the only day I have completely to myself."

"And you're sharing it with me."

"I am."

"How do you live?"

"Very well in my one bedroom apartment thank you very much. I make more than enough money shaking my ass and slinging drinks. I asked you out remember and that means I have to pay."

"I'm getting the filet mignon then." Evan laughed. The men ordered their lunch and talked quietly at the table. When the check came Evan slipped his card inside and handed it back to the waitress

"Can I at least leave the tip?"

"No. You can pay next time."

"So there's going to be a next time?"

"If you want there to be. If not it's no sweat off my back."

"You're one cool customer aren't you?" Evan shrugged

"I get propositioned countless times a night and from some hot guys so there's no shortage of dates for me."

"None of those guys are as hot as I am though."

"That's your opinion."

"Why won't you just stroke my ego?"

"You have plenty of people stroking your ego Randy."

"One more person doesn't hurt."

"Fine if that's what you want and if it is that's the only thing of yours I'll be stroking."

"Well wait a minute,"

"What?"

"This can be negotiated right?" Evan only laughed as he left the restaurant

A Month Later

Evan was taking drink orders when he saw Randy walk into the club. The tall man winked at him as he walked to his seat down in front

"Hey." Evan said putting Randy's drink down

"Hey."

"Long time no see."

"Did you miss me?" Randy asked smiling

"No, not really." His smile dropped. "Where were you?"

"We had to go to Hawai'i to shoot some scenes for the show."

"Sounds nice."

"It was okay. I was there for work so it wasn't that great not to mention that I was by myself."

"Still sounds like a good time to me."

"Do you want to get a drink after your shift is over?"

"Randy."

"What?"

"My shift doesn't end until two in the morning."

"You don't drink after two or are you ready for bed by then?"

"I drink after two but I usually like to get in my bed and unwind."

"I have a bed...a big comfortable one that's great for unwinding."

"Are you, did you just...are you inviting me over for sex? Did you just plan a booty call?" Randy laughed

"Hold your horses there little man," Evan snarled. "I don't just invite people to my house for sex and certainly not for booty calls."

"I'll be all sweaty and oily after work."

"I have a shower...four of them in fact."

"Let me get another round of drinks out and I'll think about it." Randy brought the glass to his lips and nodded. Evan went to the bar and put his round of drinks in

"Well you were over there for a long time. Did he ask you out again?" Although they were friends Evan felt uncomfortable talking about this with Cody and Zack. He'd never told them about the lunch date a month ago

"No. I just asked him where he'd been."

"Where was he?"

"In Hawai'i for his show."

"That show kinda sucks, bro."

"I like it." Cody said speaking up

"I've never actually seen it."

"Ev! Drinks!"

"Thanks Roman." Evan said taking his tray

Before going backstage to change Evan dropped a drink off for Randy but left quickly to avoid engaging in a conversation with the man. In the back he changed into a pair of green camouflage shorts with the matching military style hat. He stepped onto the stage as Bottoms Up by Trey Songz started to play. Randy was distracted by a flood of people rushing toward the stage and surrounding it

"He never does this song." Cody said to Zack

"Because everyone rushes the stage when he does." Zack turned his head to the side as he watched Evan roll his body then pop his hips

"I hope there's money left after he leaves the stage." Zack laughed at Cody. Evan walked to the front of the stage and beckoned Randy with his finger. The man left his seat and stood front and center. Evan took his hat off, placed it on Randy's head then pointed to the button of the shorts. The men held each other's gaze as Randy's lightly tanned fingers came up and worked the button from its hole while Evan's hips moved rhythmically in a circular motion. Without prompting from the man he pulled the zipper down too and Evan slid his hand down the front until it disappeared into the shorts. It reemerged and Evan continued to wind hips until the shorts hit the floor. Randy smirked and tipped the man generously

Randy was sweating by the time Evan vanished to the back. He took the hat off to wipe his forehead and noticed a piece of paper inside. Unfolding it he laughed when he saw that Evan had given him his number. In the back Evan did his customary wipe down but stopped when heard his phone

310-438-4836: was that dance a yes to you coming over after work?

Tiny Dancer: no. I don't know where you live

RO: 2025 Hercules Drive. Now you have no excuse

Tiny Dancer: I guess I'll see you after my shift then

RO: I'll leave the light on for you

Evan slipped on a pair of short black khaki shorts with button flap pockets. He always left them unbuttoned. That made it much easier for people to slip him tips

"It took me a little longer to pick up the money this time because there was so much." Wade said walking in the room and Evan laughed

"Sorry about that." He said tipping the man

"No problem. The more money you make the more you tip me."

"Very true." Evan said putting his money away and leaving with Wade. He went to the bar and ordered drinks then distributed them

"I believe that this is yours." Randy said putting the hat on Evan's head

"Thanks."

"That was incredible."

"What?"

"That scene just now with everyone rushing toward the stage. Does that normally happen when you dance to that song?"

"Yes and that's part of the reason I hardly ever dance to it. It's overwhelming sometimes."

"Why'd you do it this time?"

"I had someone to focus on." Evan said leaving

2:44 a.m.

Evan was sitting in his car that was parked in Randy's driveway. He was trying to talk himself into getting out and ringing the doorbell. In the years that he'd worked at the club he never entertained customers outside of the bar no matter how nice they were. Just as he was about to start his car and leave he saw the front door open. There Randy stood in a pair of loose fitting pants and no shirt

"Shit." Evan cursed opening his door and getting out

"You weren't thinking about leaving were you?"

"What gave you that idea?"

"I have cameras." Evan just stared at the man. "You've been sitting out here for ten minutes."

"Oh."

"You don't have to come in if you don't want to." Evan shrugged

"I'm here now and you were nice enough to invite me." Randy stepped to the side letting the man into the house

"You can have a look around or I could just show you to the bathroom so that you can get the shower that almost stopped you from coming over." Evan rolled his eyes

"I'd like the shower please."

"Follow me." Evan never admitted it before but as he walked behind him he thought about how hot Randy was. He was tall, lean and his tan was perfect. He tried getting a look at the tattoos that decorated the man's arms but Randy stopped walking. "You can drop your things off and shower in here. There's a towel and everything you should need already waiting."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll be in the kitchen when you're done." Evan nodded and stepped into the room. He immediately went to the bathroom and was in awe of its opulence. Although he lived in a one bedroom luxury apartment it paled in comparison. He turned the shower on and undressed

...

"Randy!" Randy laughed when he heard the man yell for him

"You're getting warmer!" Evan eyed him as he walked into the kitchen. Randy tried not to gasp as he looked at freshly showered man. Evan ran his fingers though his hair before speaking

"I guess I should have asked where the kitchen was before the shower."

"I could have told you. Are you hungry?"

"A little."

"What would you like? Something hot, cold, a meal...a sandwich?"

"I'm not picky." Randy went to the refrigerator and grabbed deli sliced roast beef then pulled out a pan and placed it on the stove top

"Okay," He said looking at the contraption. "How do you work this thing?"

"Are you fucking serious?"

"Do I look like I cook?"

"Why did you even offer?" Evan said walking over. "Are you hungry too?"

"Yes." He sighed

"Get me an onion and a pepper. The onion should be the white ball,"

"I know what an onion and a pepper are smartass." Randy watched as Evan sliced the pepper and onion and sautéed them in the pan then added the roast beef. He lightly toasted rolls that he found in the kitchen before adding cheese to the pan and letting it melt. He topped the bread with what was in the pan

"Here." Randy checked the sandwich out before taking a bite and moaning

"Oh, that's good."

"Thank you."

"Oh my God." Evan smiled

"You're doing the dishes." Randy nodded

"Gladly."

Randy did wash the dishes but Evan volunteered to dry. Neither man said it but it was weird how comfortable they were with each other. It was like they were an old married couple

"Are you going to sleep with me?" Randy asked as they walked upstairs

"Um,"

"I mean actually sleep. That was the deal and I'm not one to go back on my deals."

"Oh yea, if you mean actually sleep then yes. I'm going to brush my teeth first though."

"My room's all the way at the end of the hall...the only set of double doors."

"Got it." After brushing his teeth Evan stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was horny, tipsy and about to get into bed with a hot and willing guy. He hoped he kept his resolve and lived up to his own standards that night and restrained from having sex with Randy

"Come in. You didn't have to knock on the door since I was expecting you."

"I'm polite."

"Come on," Randy said patting the bed. "Get in."

"Don't make this creepy okay?"

"There's nothing creepy about me."

"Right. Oh, these are nice sheets." Evan said fluffing a pillow and turning over

"Thanks."

"Goodnight." Randy looked down at the man curled in a ball on the other side of his bed

"Did you just say goodnight?"

"Yea. It's after 4 and I have to work tomorrow."

"You don't go in until what? 12?"

"12? Really? I'm there way before 12."

"Why won't you stay awake with me?"

"How come you're not tired? Don't you wake up early or something?"

"No I don't. I'm not up before 10." Evan unfurled himself and rolled over

"What do you want to talk about Randy?"

"I don't know." Evan laughed and propped himself up

"Then why won't you let me sleep?"

"Because," Randy said slipping down between the sheets. "I've waited over a month to get you in my bed." He ran his fingers through Evan's hair. "I don't want you to just go to sleep."

"I thought we decided," Evan was stopped by Randy's lips on his. "That we weren't having," Randy kissed him again. "Sex?" Randy laughed

"We're not having sex if you don't want to." It's not that I don't want to Evan thought

"Okay." Evan said nodding. At this point he would more than likely agree to anything Randy said with his velvety voice

"I just want to kiss you. I've thought about kissing you for a long time."

"Okay."

"Is it alright for us to kiss Evan?"

"Uh-huh." Evan leaned in as Randy gently wrapped a hand around the back of his neck pulling him close. The small man whimpered when Randy slipped his tongue into his mouth. He was minty and delicious. Randy almost smiled when he felt Evan move closer to him. He was willing to wait as long as he needed until Evan was ready to take things further but if kissing him into submission happened to speed his decision up he wouldn't complain. Evan was torn. Everything below his waist told him to just go ahead and do it but his brain told him otherwise

"What's the matter?" Randy asked after Evan pulled away

"I can't do this."

"Can't do what? We're only kissing then going to bed."

"I don't think that I can sleep in bed with you."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean Randy. Stop playing dumb with me."

"If it happens then let it happen."

"I'm sure you'd like that."

"I would. I'd like it very much and you would too so why won't you let it happen?"

"I barely even know you."

"You know enough. I've invited you to my home Evan...this is where I come to get away from people."

"I know. I get that but why do we have to have sex?" Randy laughed

"We don't. I haven't mentioned it."

"But I want to." Evan whined making Randy laugh again

"Soo...let's do it."

"No." Evan surprised himself when he said it and that was mainly because he didn't know he could still speak with all his blood somewhere in his lower extremities

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." Randy kissed him sweetly

"Okay. Come here." He said pulling the man close