Krewe Daddy
guess being an ass is more my style.
    Luis sucked on a chunk of vodka-covered ice. Should I try to find him? Straighten things out? His heart thumped. God, what good would it do? There've been so many years of .
    . . nothingness, wishful thinking, regrets.
    Sirens split the night as a pair of cop cars and an ambulance weaved through the street below.
    Luis guzzled his vodka, wanting to numb the pain that always surfaced whenever he thought of Drew. Feeling a bit lightheaded from the booze, Luis indulged in a fantasy.
    He'd gone to Tanners alone. When he ran into Drew and his date, the look in Drew's eyes wasn't one of wary disgust. They shone with affection. This time, Luis had the good manners to say something proper. "Hello, Drew. It's damn good to see you. I missed you."
    Hell, even in his fantasies, where he could write his own dialog, Luis felt like he bungled the job. The truth of the matter was, seeing Drew was a shock and a dream come true, all neatly wrapped in one, hot mess.
    Luis redirected his imaginary do-over.
    This time Drew gave him a genuine smile and leaned in for a hug.
    Neither of them wore a shirt. Luis shivered at the idea of his bare flesh coming into contact with Drew's.
    He'd whispered into Luis' ear. "It's damn good to be back in your arms, old man."
    The fantasy burst. Luis hung his head, cursing his stubbornness and pride. While swallowing the last of his drink, he made a decision.
    I'm going to find him, and at least set the record straight. Six years is long enough.
    "Luis? Luis, honey?" Ronnie emerged from the bedroom hallway, wearing Luis'
    shirt. His hair stuck out at odd angles from his head.
    Luis couldn't remember when Ronnie had taken off his wig. In retrospect, it was just as well. Dating crossdressers wasn't a habit Luis envisioned acquiring.
    "Why are you standing there in the dark, hun?" Ronnie reached for Luis' glass and took a sniff. "Eew! Vodka! How can you drink that? It's the nastiest stuff."
    Ronnie ran a well-manicured fingernail across Luis' collarbone and to his ear. "Be a doll and get me a little bit of cognac."
    "Sure." Luis turned toward the bar to get Ronnie's drink.
    Ronnie called out from behind him. "Thank you, Daddy."
    The syrup-sweet tone of his voice raised Luis' ire. He'd never hated the nickname more.

    * * * * *

    The alarm on Drew's cell phone went off at 5:30 a.m. Uttering a groan, Drew rolled over and stopped the noise. If his free upgrade wasn't still months away, he might have flung the damn thing across the room.
    By the time he and Kyle finished showering last night, it was almost 1:00 a.m.
    Drew knew he was going to pay for his late night loving today, but Kyle was hard to resist. He put an arm under his head and rubbed his eyes with his other hand.
    "You up?" Kyle sounded on the verge of wakefulness.
    "Barely. Why did you keep me up half the night?"
    Kyle snorted. "Was fun, wasn't it?"
    Drew grinned. "Yeah." He rolled onto his side.
    In the dimness, Kyle peered at him with one eye. "What?"
    "Don't I get a good morning kiss?"
    Kyle shook his head. "Your breath smells like cum."
    Drew roared with laughter. "You're a fine one to talk, cocksucker. Come here."
    "Better make it quick, or you'll be late for work."
    Drew gave him a fast kiss. Cum comments aside, he didn't particularly care for morning breath. Period.
    "Hey, where are you going? I was just getting warmed up."
    Drew looked at the tent action above Kyle's legs. "Tonight. Come for dinner. I have packing to do and an early flight out on Sunday. I'll make something easy, and we can have a few beers while I get my gear together. Shouldn't take long."
    Kyle rolled onto his side and hugged his pillow. "Is all this modeling bullshit fun?"
    Drew opened his overnight bag and took out a clean pair of boxers. "If I didn't like Kevin and Teak so much and the money wasn't so good, I probably wouldn't keep up with it. The days can be really long, especially if Kevin is looking for something very

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