Games Boys Play by Fae Sutherland Read Free Book Online

 
GAMES BOYS PLAY
     
    "If you're not wearing these, I'm stealing them."
    Zachary West turned to find his best friend, Jordy, sitting cross-legged on the floor in the dressing area, a pair of silver jeans in his lap and a hopeful look on his face.
    Zach laughed. "I'm not wearing those. You can borrow them." He pointed a finger at his friend when Jordy began to beam. " Borrow, Jordy. That implies giving them back at some point."
    Jordy nodded and grinned, hugging the jeans to his chest. "Swear to Gaga," he promised, face earnest.
    Well, that was as good a promise as it got. Zach turned back to his closet and pursed his lips in consideration, flipping through the hangers. "It's got to be sexy, duh, and kind of trashy."
    "So, like ninety percent of your wardrobe?"
    "Whore," Zach snapped back, throwing a hat at Jordy. "And no. It has to be special." He grinned and spun around to hold up a frayed, repurposed denim jacket with an epaulet on one shoulder. "I have a tryst. "
    Jordy giggled. "You just like saying that." He wrinkled his nose at the jacket. "Not that."
    Zach stuffed the jacket back onto the overflowing rack of the closet and let out a frustrated sigh. "I have nothing to wear."
    Jordy jumped to his feet with a happy sound. "That means one thing--shopping!"
    Zach shook his head with a wrinkle of his nose. "Can't. My cards are maxed out. Again."
    Jordy slumped and sat back on the floor, reaching for a pair of Zach's boots. "Bummer. So, where are you meeting him tonight?"
    Zach grinned, bouncing a little as he pulled out another potential outfit to try. "Him" was Sergeant Stephen Miranda, Zach's big, brawny, ever so butch, in the closet police officer boyfriend. "Oh God, it's this totally sleazy motel out by the airport. Pay by the hour and everything!"
    Jordy shuddered. "I have no idea what you find hot about banging that man in every dark, trashy dive you can find. When you have a perfectly good bed right here!"
    Zach tugged on a sheer white top, turning this way and that in the mirror. "Oh, you have no imagination. It's like...forbidden! Naughty. I'm his dirty little secret and it's crazy sexy." Zach tingled all over just thinking about it.
    "Yeah, but he'd totally be perfectly content coming here every night to be with you."
    "Psshh," Zach scoffed. "Who wants content? Content is boring. Besides, if I have to hang out with him in the closet sometimes, it might as well be a closet that turns me on." Stevie might be happy to forget the games and just meet at Zach's place, but Zach had promised himself weeks ago, when he and Stevie had met, that he was going to sparkle and spice up that man's life.
    Zach took his promises very seriously.
    "Why don't you just talk to him about not hiding? It's 2011, you know, not 1911."
    Zach gave Jordy a stern look. "That is not anyone's business, not even mine. Stevie will come out when he's ready. I'm not going to pressure him, not even a little."
    Besides, Jordy didn't know all the details. It might be 2011 in their world--and even still that wasn't always pleasant--but Stevie's world was lost in some kind of time warp where society was still supposed to be the idyllic illusion...like the entire police force had watched one too many episodes of Mad Men. Not that Zach could blame them. Don Draper was one sexy son of a bitch.
    Zach had gotten a taste of the difference in their worlds almost two months ago when they'd first started dating and one of Stevie's coworkers had attempted to give Zach some "friendly" advice. In other words, basically told him to back the fuck off and not ruin things for Stevie with his faggotry. It'd come close to being the end of them, but luckily for Zach, his Officer Hotness wasn't nearly as brainwashed as the Stepford Police Force seemed to think.
    All in all, Zach didn't mind. They had fun, they had lots of hot sex and they liked spending their time together holed up in Zach's little apartment making out and ordering in and who the hell cared what the Bigotry