Free Cast Off by KC Burn Page A

a month to be able to afford. A far cry from the tailored suits Jon wore to work every day, and Rick couldn’t decide which one made his friend look hotter.
    “Yummy.” Rick ran a finger across Jon’s abs. “You look amazing. Just as good as when we met.”
    Jon preened and Rick didn’t blame him. Jon was a year older than he was, but when Rick had first met him, he’d been stripping at the same club where Rick had been bartending. Neither of them was a waifish skinny twink; both were built more like competitive swimmers. With similar height, build, haircut and color, they looked enough alike that the owner had tried to convince them to do a regular show together to capitalize on the whole twincest thing, but Rick had never wanted to strip. Even without stripping, he and Jon had played up the resemblance enough to entertain the clients. The tips had been… healthy.
    Strangely enough, it was their resemblance that had cemented their friendship, because Jon hadn’t wanted to fuck his “twin” and neither had Rick. Without any real lust for each other to complicate matters, Jon had become the first real friend Rick had had when he moved away from home.
    “What are you doing drinking beer? I made sure they ordered in the supplies for your mangoritas.”
    He pouted. Mangos were awesome, especially when they were used in margaritas. “I’m sort of off tequila right now. But that was very sweet of you, honey.” He kissed Jon’s cheek and got an armful of half-naked Jon hugging him.
    They both pretended the sudden stir of interest in the area had nothing to do with them. Rick grinned at Jon before licking a broad, slow stripe from the rounded curve of Jon’s shoulder to his earlobe. Jon shivered and several guys groaned. As the air thickened with pheromones, a couple of the onlookers pressed hands to their groins as other things thickened too. Men. All the same.
    “Naughty, naughty,” Jon whispered in his ear, looking for all the world like he was nibbling at Rick’s ear. Warm breath coasting over the sensitive skin just under his ear gave Rick a little shiver of his own, and even in the moist humidity of the club, his nipples peaked.
    “This isn’t why you invited me?” Contrary to appearances, Jon wasn’t at Anaconda to troll for guys. He’d recently invested in the club and had asked him and a few other friends to stop by and check the place out. Well, he’d also asked the rest of their group of friends, when they’d been painting Davy’s place last weekend, but Davy and Kurt were still recovering from a lot of shit. Rick didn’t think Kurt had ever been to a gay club, and he so wanted to be able to observe Kurt’s first time.
    “Well, it doesn’t hurt.” Jon winked.
    Yeah, if someone started a rumor that one of the new owners was…. Rick laughed. He didn’t mind Jon indulging in a little harmless promo.
    “You here alone? What about Davy and Kurt?” Jon peered around as he asked, like more people would suddenly materialize behind Rick.
    “You didn’t think I’d bring a date, did you, darling? You know I don’t do that. And the lovebirds are engrossed in the new release of some game.”
    Kurt probably wasn’t much of a clubber anyway, and Davy was more than happy to stay home and suck his dick while Kurt played Call of Duty or whatever was the current geek special. Not that Rick wasn’t geeky, but his own brand of geek didn’t often involve video games.
    “Of course. Doesn’t matter. You’re the most important one.”
    He was? “I am?”
    “Yeah, idiot. You’ve been in more clubs than anyone I know. You’re the one I trust to assess this place, see if I need to change anything.”
    Rick laughed. It was rare anyone wanted him in clubs for anything besides his hand job proficiency. “What kind of remuneration can I expect?”
    “What? I can’t hear you over the music.” Jon cupped his ear.
    “Bullshit.” But Rick laughed anyway. He’d only been teasing about recompense.
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