9 Chapter 9

Jest wasn’t hard to look at. If you mentally airbrushed out that crazy hair, the rest was pretty sweet. He obviously didn’t get out in the sun a lot. Still, he wasn’t pale enough to look unhealthy. He had muscle, too, not beach bum bodybuilder muscle, just plenty to look masculine. The hair that sprinkled his chest and clustered around his cock and balls was dark, almost black when wet. Greene figured the rest would be, too, if it were not dyed in that wild rainbow.

But I’m not going to take up with some wanna-be, new age hippie, crazy musician. No fraggin’ way. It would be like going back, like I’d never escaped all that crap. Yeah, he’s nice, or he seems nice. I can’t do that, though. I won’t.

Still, he had to admit he was tempted. Maybe it was just a rebound from Mickey’s putdown, a vague need to prove he really was attractive, appealing. He felt the surreptitious brush of Jest’s gaze, sliding to him and pulling away, only to return.