Page 107 of Sass in the Grass

Cherokee held his hand. “Let’s get back out there and enjoy our night.

Together with Cherokee and his camp friends, they had a great time watching the shows, dancing together, laughing and cheering on True and Bernie in their drag performances.

Lonnie and Travis came to their table and joined them for a few of the shows before they went off and hung out with their old friends in Denver.

Jovian met all the porn stars, but Cherokee was right there, watching him closely. One little flirt, and Jovian could feel the smack of that big hand on his ass.

When he was so tired, he could barely see straight. True took the keys from Cherokee and told him they’d drive the campers back, so Cherokee could see where Jovian lived.

That made him nervous. Cherokee, seeing his life outside the camp. Would he judge? Would he hate it, like Jovian now hated it?

Decorated impeccably, white furniture over white rugs, fake plants in the corners, candles from the best stores placed hereand there, and never lit. The apartment was two bedrooms, just so Jovian could store his clothes in one bedroom.

He knew Cherokee would hate it. “We can just go to a hotel for the night.”

“Why would we do that when you have a place?”

“My place, that’s the problem. I…I lived there before I got…and it’s very…and I don’t want you to…”

“Shh, baby boy. I will not hate your home. Did you hate mine?”

“No. I expected to, though.”

“I know you did. It was pretty obvious.”

Jovian groaned, “It was? God, I’m such an ass.”

“You were, maybe, but you’re not now. Were you not there, back at that club?”

“I was. I was. But…I really didn’t want anyone to know.”

“That was a good thing, a right thing, you wanting to keep in the background. But the folks you’re helping with that gesture, well, they had a right to thank you.”

“I’m sorry, Cherokee, for not telling you.”

“I’m not mad. Not even a tiny bit.”

Jovian glanced over while he turned onto his street. “No?”

“No. Baby, the pride I feel, you have no clue. I knew you had a good man inside you, but something like that?”

“Good,” he said, then swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. “So…what I was talking about back there? The free rent. I didn’t mean…I wasn’t pushing to live with you. I figured I could take one cabin that we’d close to campers for the rest of the year. I’m…I’m not trying to get you to move me in, you know, after we just fell, you know.”

“You’re worried it’s too soon to move in together. I worry too, baby, and if you’re at the camp, well, that’s a good thing, but when you’re ready, and when I’m ready, yeah. I’d be happy to live with you.”

“That would be…my new dream come true.”

“Well, considering you wanted a rich man with a pool, I guess your dreams have changed a whole lot. I hope you never regret not getting the first one.”

Jovian actually felt himself laughing. “I think that dream was just stupid. Who wants a guy that does whatever I want? How boring!”

Cherokee laughed, and when they got to the apartment, he looked around and said, “It’s so…white.”

“I know. I thought it looked so…trendy and upscale. Now, to me, it looks…well, boring!”

“I know how we can dirty it up some. If you have condoms and stuff.”

“Not that will fit your dick,” he said, then spun around to see Cherokee laughing. “I mean…”

---