Gavin E. Black
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The energy of the music is what drove most people to the doors of club Crush and that was on account of Jake and his crazy mixing skills. I still couldn't believe Jake had managed to swing me a job behind the bar. And on weekends too. Not just some shitty weekday shifts. It made me wonder who Jake had had to fuck to get me the spot.
Not that I cared. It's not like we were together. Jake and I had only fucked around that one afternoon. Several times, mind you, but that had been last week and I hadn't talked to him since. Not until he'd phoned me about the job.
I looked up towards the DJ booth as I emptied the dishwasher, catching Jake's eye and holding it. I winked at him playfully, making him grin. There was a strong possibility my job security was going to rely heavily on my job performance, and not the kind happening by mixing drinks behind the bar.
I hadn't told Jake that the afternoon he'd picked me up at the beach, and fucked me in every possible position I ever could've imagined, had been my first time with a guy. He hadn't suspected, and I wasn't about to tell him.