Page 11 of Dreamers Often Lie

“Now you’re just getting maudlin.” I noticed my sweet Jules talking to a boy that I knew as Roam. “It looks like we’re not the only two rival boys having a… conversation tonight.” I pointed over at Jules and Roam.

“I don’t know Jules, but I do know Roam. Do you think either one of them realizes that they’re wearing the same costume in different colors?” I glanced back over. Jules was wearing black,and Roam was wearing all white. But they were in the same exact costumes. “I’m sure Roam hasn’t figured it out yet.”

“I doubt Jules has looked past his own reflection tonight?” I grinned. Merc was too easy to talk to, which wouldn’t make going back to being enemies any easier. I couldn’t help myself. I was actually enjoying this.

“Oh, he is a little priss?” Merc chuckled happily.

I chuckled. “Sweet as punch but totally into himself. I love him, though. Roam?”

“Jesus, you can’t wipe the fucking emo off him. It stinks of melancholy and narcissism. But he’s a good friend who annoys the shit out of me sometimes.”

“A match made in heaven, it seems. Jules truly loves looking at himself. His walls and ceiling are mirrored.”

“That tells me everything, though that could be hot. Jules is your number one for a reason. That face and body are pretty damn perfect.”

“So is Roam. But if you tell him that, I really will slit your throat. He’s very annoying and super whiny. At least that’s how he appears on your socials.” It wasn’t like I stalked the Monty boys or anything, but sex had become my business, and follows and likes were a large part of that. I prided myself in being one of the best.

“No, he is. He’s also very sweet and will do anything for you if you’re his friend. Most of the time, anyway.” He looked away and took a sip of his beer.

“God, watch them fucking fall in love.” I groaned. “I wouldn’t put it past Jules.”

“Roam, too. Oh, I’ve seen that episode before. It ends horribly.” Merc was witty, and I was here for it. What would he say if I invited him up to my bedroom?

“Yet, I still watch the show, probably. Fucking twinks.”

“You can say that again. But hey, we’re still at the top of the porn pyramid. Not everyone is into twinks. Some people prefer muscles.” He reached over and squeezed my biceps. “I know I do.”

“Me too. You’re very touchy.” I smirked and took a sip of the beer he had handed me.

“I’mvery muscular,” Merc chuckled. “Just seeing if I could get a rise out of you.”

“If you were a bottom and not a Monty boy, maybe you could. Shame that we’ll never know, I guess.”

“Oh, I think you’ve already risen for me more than once. You know… You’re nowhere near as stuck up as I thought you were. Past comments aside.”

“No, I am. I was just told to play nice, remember?” I turned to him again.

“If this is nice, I think I’ll have bruises if you start being yourself.” He did the same and took a small step forward.

“Promises, promises…” I stepped forward – our crotches brushed.

“As much as I really like this… uh… I think that Poppa Cappie is waving at you.”

I stepped back. “I guess it’s almost time.”

“For what?”

“The hell if I know. This… well, it wasn’t horrible, Merc.” I turned and walked off, leaving him behind me. I saw Roam and Jules playing tonsil hockey on the corner of the couch. My uncle said to play nice, but he didn’t like to share his star with anyone. Jules was his most important prized possession. If he saw that, he might lose his shit and throw everyone out. Or maybe this was his plan all along. My uncle was a fucking mystery.

But Merc…

I could take that big, muscular Merc on the floor of this party, and my uncle would laugh as he watched. I knew where I stood– behind his precious Jules. Why did people always have a thing for twinky, bottom boys? I glanced behind me, and sure enough, Merc was watching as I made my way back to the staircase. It was a shame that he wasn’t a bottom. It would be nice to have someone who could stay with me toe to toe.

6

Merc

“Fuck,” I groaned as I watched his perfect ass walk away. His body was a goddamn work of art, and so was that fucking beautiful face. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to punch it or kiss it. The only other boy that I knew who was that pretty was Roam, as much as I hated to admit it. There was a reason he was number one and I was number two at the studio, and I knew it. I was handsome, but Roam, like Ty, were fucking Botticelli’s. Ty’s green eyes and tight blonde hair were just fucking gorgeous. I would enjoy feeling every inch of his muscular frame as he pile-drives me into his bed. Shame he was a Cappie, and I was a Monty.

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