Re: Roof, near a skylight
He was A Mouseketeer. Open jacket, plaid pants low on his pretty little hips, and no shirt to go along with his belted, black boots and the cross pressed all cold against his bare skin. His hair was straight and loose, and he looked like something that fell right off the runway and ended up on the roof of the Mandalay. He didn't wait in any line, because boys like him never did. Two seconds, and some agent whisked him right on into that shiny elevator and spent the entire time trying to book him for a spread. Jules gave the man a real sweet kiss on the cheek, and then he disappeared into the crowd without a never-you-mind.
He hadn't seen Zee in years, not since that whole mess that had Hunter scratching and hissing like a feral kitten still mad over a stolen can of Chicken of the Sea. Heck, Jules didn't even remember Zee's name, but he sure did know him when he saw him. Years, and the man still looked like something dirty and pretty all at once. Jules couldn't remember what he'd been like in bed, the man with all that ink on pretty dark skin. But he'd been young then, Jules, sixteen and all wonderment at what cocks could do. Things were different now, and he was older and surer about what he wanted in a lover.
He came up beside Zee, and he leaned in close. "Hunter ain't gonna believe I didn't know you were here," he said. It seemed like a real good opening.