Page 10 of Good Friends
Except…that was starting to feel like it wouldn’t happen again.
Ever.
Porter focused on his phone again. “No.”
“What?”
“No.” The waitress brought Porter his coffee. He thanked her before picking up the cup and sipping it.
“But…I really had fun last time we played,” Jayce said, desperation clinging to his tone like radioactive kudzu.
“I’m glad you did,” Porter said, dialing back his bluntness by a point or two. “But I’m not interested in playing with you again. I only played with you as a favor to Gavin.”
That was the absolute truth. If it hadn’t been for Gavin asking Porter for Jayce, Porter never would have agreed to play with the guy. He wasn’t attracted to him.
Did Porter like twinks? Uh,duh. He liked a lot of different types, but it was theperson, not the type he was attracted to, and he wasnotattracted to Jayce. Not even in the slightest.
Another reason he’d refused to have sex with the guy.
There was no response for a long while, so Porter glanced up to see the shock painted on Jayce’s expression.
Porter didn’t respond, though, and would force Jayce to make the next move. Porter wasn’t into giving fake or proactive apologies. He felt no need to soften the blow beyond his polite explanation. He’d been brushing Jayce off for the past several months, ever since playing with him that one night, yet it was obvious that subtlety was not working or penetrating that bubble head of his.
If the guy couldn’t take a polite hint, then it was time to break out blunt honesty.
“Well…what would it take to convince you to play with me again?” Now Jayce’s tone swung hard into whining territory, and that was an absolute hard turn-off for Porter when it came to being outside a scene.
Especially if he’d said no already.
If he hadn’t yet turned the guy down, or still had any lingering doubts, that would have made up his mind for him.
Porter sighed and shook his head. When he spoke, he dropped his voice so it wouldn’t carry. “Red, Jayce. I’ve been nice to you over the past several months, and you’re not taking a hint. I’mnotplaying with you again.Period. Done.Red. Stop it.”
A frown furrowed Jayce’s brow as his tone swung into indignant. “You can’t safeword! You’re a Top! And we’re not scening right now.”
“For starters, yes, a Top can safeword. Secondly, doesn’t matter that we’re not scening. You’re not respecting my boundaries. If I hadn’t made up my mind about not playing with you again, thatdamnsure would’ve made it up for me. You need to leave—we’re done here.Now.”
Jayce glanced around, as if to check to see whether or not he had an audience, but fortunately there weren’t any other patrons seated close enough to make it worth the effort.
Porter waggled his fingers at him in a shooing gesture.
Finally, Jayce shoved his chair back and left. Not quite the melodramatic flounce he suspected Jayce was looking for, but at least Porter could relax now.
He sat back to sip his coffee while he continued scrolling through his phone.
Goddammit.
Unfortunately, the encounter had made the decision for him about something else—his mood was officially in the shitter, with no hope of improving anytime soon. Once he finished breakfast, he’d pack and check out. He’d be able to leave before check-out time. Maybe they’d give him a refund for that night’s stay. If not?
Still worth it.
But his mood for the weekend was totally shot now, and no way did he want to stay here if Jayce was prowling around. While he was thinking about it, he went on Facebook and blocked Jayce. He hadn’t been friends with him on there anyway.
That’s the last time I mark myself going to an event on Facebook.
Chapter Four
Saturday morning, Gavin lay in bed in Kent’s guest room and stared up at the ceiling. It was a little after nine a.m. and he’d slept like utter crap.
