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I held my hands up, surrendering in this argument before it ballooned into nonsense.“Fine.I won’t go on any ‘frivolous sprees’,” I said, complete with air quotes.“Come on, let’s go out.I’m fucking starving.”
“Out?At this time of night?”Jordan asked.
“Yeah, I’m hungry.It’s only one in the morning.We can go to that twenty-four hour diner down the block.I can grab a burger and you can eat whatever you want to eat.Knowing you, you will probably get a bowl of oatmeal.”
He rolled his eyes.“I don’t want any damned oatmeal.But sure, we can go.First, let me contact our employer and let him know we have the package.”He pulled out his burner phone and made the call.
Ooh,thepackage.Jordan was really into this spy-type shit.For me, it was a way to get money on the sly without having to worry about taxes taking what little I already had.I gave my blood, sweat, and flesh for my country already.Now, it was all about my slice of the pie.I rose out of my chair when Jordan ended the call.He stood to his feet, stretching.
For a nerd, he was sexy as fuck.He was shorter than me, about five-eight, with a slender build like an Olympic swimmer and an ass I loved stuffing my face and cock into.His hair was shaved on the sides with a bit of an afro at the top, like the way a lot of young, black, twenty-something males liked to style their hair these days.It looked great on him.We weren’t boyfriends, more like fuck buddies, but our unconventional relationship worked.He was free to see who he wanted and so was I.
We walked side by side out of our warehouse home and down the street to the diner.There was a slight swish to his hips as he walked, which was what a group of pieces of shit gay bashers targeted when they decided he was the one to fuck with six months ago.I was leaving a bar that night and was still a little under the effects of the liquor I’d consumed when I heard the commotion.I walked in the direction of the noise until I saw them.I fucking hated when bitch ass bullies picked on people they thought were weaker than themselves.Now, at the time, I hadn’t known Jordan from a hole in the wall, but I couldn’t just continue to walk by with my head down when I saw four men stomping the shit out of him as he cried for help and begged them to stop.
Jordan was terrified for his life as he screamed, cried, and tried his best to shield himself from their vicious blows and kicks.I came up behind one of the tall turds and punched him hard in the back of his head and he hit the ground like a sack of rocks.That caught the other douchebags’ attentions and they thought to combine their efforts against me.Super strength and invincibility really did come in handy when taking out human sewage.
I fucked them up good that night, killing one, but the bastard had deserved it.Shouldn’t have pulled a knife on me.I made him eat that motherfucker…literally.I snatched it from his hand and jammed it down his throat.The last punk left standing ran when he saw all of the blood pouring from his friend’s mouth.I let him go, though I could have chased after him or even have used the same knife I’d just killed a man with to toss at his ass.But I decided to give him a second chance.Maybe he’d change his ways.If I ever saw him again and he was still fucking with people, I would end him.
As for Jordan, he had been beaten up pretty bad, but didn’t have any health insurance, so he was afraid to go to the hospital.Fortunately for him, I happened to know a little bit about patching up wounds, so I’d taken him home and mended him up.I’d let him sleep off that spectacular ass whooping in my bed, while I’d taken the sofa.The next day, we got to know each other a little bit more.We talked and I told him about my abilities.I didn’t know why I’d trusted him with the truth at that time, but I just had.He saw me as his hero, but I was nobody’s hero.I just didn’t like seeing bad people get away with the crap they did.For instance, I would have gladly kicked his parents’ asses for disowning him for being gay and leaving him without a penny to his name.
Perhaps he should have waited until he’d finished college before he came out to the bigots that were lucky enough to birth a child into the world.Too bad they didn’t appreciate that gift and turned on him.I wondered how they would have felt if he had died that night, murdered like a rat in the street by the same kind of people they turned out to be.I wonder.
Anyway, he didn’t have any place to go, I kind of wanted to fuck him, plus, I really liked him, so it was a perfect match.We’d been together ever since and as it turned out, he was a fucking genius where technology was concerned.Thanks to him, I was able to intercept the escort agency Mr.Henley had hired last night.That was why he was waiting for me in the lounge of that upscale bar.As for me, I didn’t really get computers like that.I knew how to search and play games on one, but that hacker shit was a foreign language to me.Good for us, Jordan spoke fluent JavaScript and Klingon.
Getting back to the present, I held the door to the diner open for him, and he walked in.I followed behind him and we took a seat in one of our favorite sections away from the big windows.The waitress came over and took our orders.On the walk over, we had already decided what we wanted to eat, so there was no need to look over menus.She walked away to give our orders to the cook and I slouched in the booth.
“You look pretty sexy in that Star Wars t-shirt,” I said, winking.
Jordan looked down at his faded shirt and scoffed.“You’ll say anything to get laid.”
I snorted.“Did it work?”
“Maybe, but definitely not here.”
“Oh, come on, where’s your sense of adventure?We can go into the bathroom, there’s hardly anyone in here,” I suggested, noting the one other customer sitting several tables away from us eating his meal.
He cocked an eyebrow.“Are you serious, or are you joking and I’m just reading the signs wrong?”
I gave him a wickedly seductive smile.“Depends.Are you willing to give it a go in the bathroom?”
“No,” he said without hesitation.
Damn.“Okay, then I was joking.”I gave him an innocent smile.
He laughed and shook his head.“You can save the charm you think you have, it doesn’t work on me.”
“Now who’s lying?”
He smiled at me this time.“I’m glad we came here, because now that we are, I’m actually feeling hungry.”
“See, told you.”
“Yeah, Yeah.”
I winked.“So, when do we meet with our employer tomorrow… I assume it’s tomorrow.”
He nodded.“Seven o’clock.”
I frowned.“In the morning?”
