I know I didn't really introduce Evan and he is a snitch. (I like Evan, I swear )but I needed him for this ... Sorry
Evan leaned against the wall with a cigaret lit between his teeth. He could see what was happening in the bar. And he wondered if what he was doing was right.
After all this Adam guy never harmed him and Jay helped him whenever he needed a job or a place to stay. But he loved Teddy, he was so different and made him feel important. He didn't even mind Cody or all his dangerous looking friends, he just hoped it would be over soon and they could move away from this hell hole.
He always dreamed about having a good house in the a quiet suburb with no seringes in the garden or gangsters who shot people for money when they came back from work. He didn't want to end up like his mother. He remembered less and less of her but he could still picture her heart shaped face and thick brown hair. He shook the image of the only woman he had ever loved, because he it meant thinking of her death and the few years he had spent with with his grand father after that. He never knew who his father knew and the old man had been the only father figure he had had. But the thing was that the pas was past and he had said and done stuffs he felt bad about like fucking strangers for money and selling drugs or information to just stay alive.
He was small even if he was agile and flexible and that pleased lots of men in this god forsaken town. To sin was to live and he had a lot to pray for at nights.
The young man decided to enter the Maze and collect a bit more info for his man tonight, hoping that Kane wouldn't be there. The red monster was a mean murderer who liked his lovers young and small. Evan couldn't bring himself to think of what would happen if the giant knew he sold his bedroom revelations to the bad guys. He would probably end up in a trash container or in the filthy water of the bay. The psychopaths had their ways and Kane's were so awful Evan got nightmares just hearing about them.
However the bar almost empty. Old Harley was passed out in a corner along with some of his friends and Punk was muttering something about killing old men during their sleep with empty liquor bottles and ropes. But Evan didn't stop to ask how he was going to operate, he was only interested by the handsome bartender in the back.
"- Need any help?" he asked as eagerly as he could. He tended to be a little edgy since he traded Jason for one more night with Dibiase's son.
"- Hey pretty man! Nope! I am fine." The blonde smiled, handling a case of beer bottles to Phil.
"-So, I wanted to ask... Can I work for you? Cause it's been ages and I kinda need the doe right night now..." He stammered while picking another case . "Besides, I heard you have a boyfriend now so I figured you would like making time for him and the clients like me, I could bring more of them here." He talked faster, not daring to breathe fearing that it would make the older guy change his mind.
"Even if this is still MY bar, people... Yes Evan, you are welcome to help. But I am a bit short on cash these days, all I can give is a bed and a meal. The blonde growled as Punk and Evan laughed.
-"It is fine, I was gonna ask for your pancakes anyway, I can't wait to meet the fabulous Adam every one has been talking about!" Evan smiled.
-"And he will be glad to have someone new to talk to because this one has kept him in his cage for way too long." Randy Orton snickered, the tall man who was nicknamed "the Viper" had let himself in so silently even the best of his friends shivered. The Man definitely knew how to make an entrance.
-"Overreacting much? You jealous?" Jason laughed.
Punk kicked his arm lightly.
-"Like you two don't spend hours kissing and talking and touching all the places dirty and clean of your canadian bodies..." He sighed dramatically. " I want to be touched... But all I can have is frustration since my baby is working all the time and, and... Oh God, it has come to that... Fantasizing about Your sex lives..." He moaned and got to the back to tidy up and probably cool down in the cold room.
-"I don't get why people always have the need to have only one person in their beds... John and I never had this kind of problem. Right, Evan?!" Orton had a verocious smile on.
The brunette laughed nervously while nodding. He never felt at ease around Randy and he doubted anyone could. He had seen those large hands at work in and out the bedroom and the result had never been pretty if he had chosen it. Their owner often reffered to himself as an artist in those situations, that alone put fear in some people's minds.
-"I can hardly say otherwise. I mean, let's face the facts here. I'm a... You know... What I do for a living means a lot of different people... Even girls... " Evan started.
"O god, I can't think about you being... The boy of the situation, it's so weird..." Orton said with a quizzical look to Jay. But the blonde juist shrugged and served his usual speech on the matter.
"You know how it is for me. I have one love, he is a man and it is the way it is. I told you to try and find what makes you happy. Girls, boys or a shemale... I don't give a damn, I swear. I just want you guys healthy and happy!"
"Thanks, mommy!" Orton laughed.
The door opened and Jeff came in only seconds before Punk got back and jumped like a happy dog in a rut.
Not before long they were rolling on the floor and were making out as if this day was to be the last.
"Well, this is love..." Jay growled, thinking Shawn still didn't give him the thumbs up and that having Adam naked every night and not be able to do more than cuddling was testing enough. The young man seized a bucket of ice and emptied it's content on the heated couple.
"Heyyy, not cool Jay-Jay!" Jeff pouted. "Let's go baby, I need a hot shower and you completely at my mercy." And off the pair was.
"Punk didn't even scream at you" Evan said. "I thought straight edge was also about not having sex so much and stuffs."
"Straigtedge versus Jeffy's sexy ass, like Brooks would stand a chance." Orton laughed.
"Let's remain sane and get back to work, shall we?" Jason shivered. He liked to hate it. Life was good with drunks who got their booze whenever they wanted and paid almost every time. And he had his friends, all so different and his Adam he wanted so eagerly to get back to.
Yes life was good at the moment...