The prep line still smelled faintly of oakwood from last night’s char.The back door swung open.“Morning, Chef,” came a voice—Derrick, his GM. Jax’s voice. Gay porn Not timid. No phone. Didn’t knock.He pushed the door open just a crack.And saw everything.Shawn on the couch. He always shut it down.But Tre? “I like it a certain way.”“Makes sense.” Tre leaned against the wall. That’s rare.”Tre said nothing. You know better.Shawn’s face burned.Tre leaned over and glanced at the screen—just for a second too long.Then he grinned. Just thinkin’.”He wasn’t thinkin’. “But… if you ever wanted someone to just watch… I’d sit quiet. No shirt, just smooth brown skin and a silver chain catching the glow of the sconces. Sharp.Jax gave a nod without looking up.Derrick watched him work a minute. There was something about him.Too calm. Plug in. Show me what you’ve learned.”Tre walked in slowly.The submissive looked up. Don’t nut. Maybe 27, maybe 28. He always shut it down.But Tre? But I also saw you listen.”He looked up. Nothing else.Inside, the suite was low-lit. Deep. Thought about this shit all day.”Jax grinned.
