He swaggered off, shorts riding up his ass as he headed for the locker rooms.Malik stood there, sneakers rooted to the pavement. Fuck, he can have the faggot, if he wants, I’d watch the fuck out of that.”Marlon laughed. Gay sex But that word, Jake’s words, how he’d knelt… the memory he kept jacking off to pushed him forward. You a good guy, dealer.” He laughed, clapping Malik’s shoulder hard enough to jostle him. He went to his desk and pulled out weed, a grinder, coke, a mirror, all from a single drawer, then went to his closet, opened a shoe box and pulled out some Jack Daniels.For a little while, they simply drank and talked, Malik getting to know Marlon a bit, while Jake did bump after bump on the mirror, looking at the two men sitting on his bed as he sat at his desk. The tension coiled throughout the room, locking Malik in place, keeping him talking and waiting for the other shoe to drop.“So, you live with Jake’s friend,” then asked Marlon, still casual as fuck, “the gay guy he sees?”Malik turned surprised eyes to Jake, who shrugged as nonchalantly as a man tripping balls on coke could and said, “Marlon’s different, it’s fine if he knows.
