"The rent," I told him.
"Come on in, I'll write you a check."
I went in and was surprised what he'd done with the place. I hadn't been in the guest house for a while -- well, not since I'd taken the photos from him. He'd done some work, fixed up a little here and there, hung some prints. Place looked okay.
I couldn't help noticing Greg's rear end as he bent over his desk and wrote me a check. Did he know I was looking? Probably, but since when did Greg Shamus mind being checked out?
"Where's Steve?" I asked, my voice loaded with sarcasm. Clearly, this Steve guy was a jerk and everyone knew it...except Greg. He mumbled a response to me because he was probably embarrassed. I hoped so.
He handed me the check -- it was made out for two hundred dollars more than usual. "Back payment I can finally afford to pay you."
"Thanks, Greg." I said, suddenly feeling guilty. "Honestly, I didn't expect to see it. I appreciate it."
He mumbled again, still slightly embarrassed. I turned to go.
"Wanna beer?" he asked. I mumbled, mimicking him -- and he laughed. Jesus. Were we actually gonna have a beer together?
Turned out Greg and I had a lot in common-- especially since both of us had had some amazing sex with the same guy, Drew.
Greg smiled, "I gotta ask you this, Eric... does he... does he...still make a little groan when you chew on his neck?"
I laughed.
"Yes, he does. Definitely his G spot. He moans and sticks his tongue out a little bit -- like wants me to stop but doesn't at the same time."
Greg and I agreed (we were on a roll) that Andrew had always had a long line of guys outside the door-- waiting."
"And he thinks he's just 'cute.' That's the dumbest thing, he doesn't have a clue how irresistible he is!"
"Speak of the devil," Greg said. Andrew was coming down the walkway toward the guest house front door.
He came in-- and froze.
"Well, what in the world is this? Break down the Berlin Wall? The war is over!"
We threw our empty beer cans at him at exactly the same moment.
