Page 25 of Rough Heat

Josh gasped. “Don’t call my ass tiny! I mean. It’s true, but you don’t have to say it.”

“Josh,” Leo said, “I think you can be assured that we like your tiny ass.”

Josh muttered into the pillow, clearly disgruntled. Leo and Damon shared a look, eyes sparkling, and dove in to tickle Josh into a yowling mess.

“Stop,” Josh gasped as Damon started covering his face with kisses. “I’m being attacked.” He tried climbing over Leo to get away, but Leo just wrapped him up tight, plastering him against Damon and nibbling at his neck.

“No mercy in this house,” Damon declared, bestowing even sloppier kisses until Josh was all laughed out, the three of them panting limply between the mess of sheets.

“God,” Josh whined. “You guys are evil.”

Damon kissed him one more time. “Just happy to see you healthy, baby.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a pair of ogres, is what you are.”

Leo smiled cheekily. “Does that make you our little elf?”

“There is no way I’m role-playing whatever elf porn you’re into.”

“Damn, busted,” Leo joked.

“I mean,” Damon reasoned, “that probably wouldn’t crack the top ten weirdest things someone has asked you to do in bed.”

Leo laughed. “Not even close.”

Josh groaned. “Oh, my God, are we…vanilla?”

“I mean…by my standards, you’re ice.”

“Hey! You don’t know what we get up to when it’s not during my heat. We can be kinky.”

“Yeah, well, one time I was asked to re-enact the scene where Dumbo gets drunk.”

There was a long, incredulous silence. “They wanted to fuck drunk baby Dumbo?” Damon clarified.

“Yep.”

Josh pressed his hands to his mouth, muffled giggles seeping through. “I’m sorry I’m laughing but that’s…a lot.”

“Guys, there are three kinds of people who hire a sex worker. One, people who have some unusual sexual interest they’re too scared to share with people that know them. Two, people who want that sort of control over someone, wanna fuck someone they think can’t say no. And three, people who are pretty normal but hire a sex worker to help them lose their virginity or for something like this. That want pretty normal sex for their own reasons or whatever. But, yeah. Lots of strange sexual requests. It’s honestly fun most of the time, trying to figure out how to meet their needs.”

Josh nodded. “I mean, it sounds pretty fun.”

Damon, though, was frowning. “The people in number two sound shady.”

Leo shrugged. He definitely did not want to get into that. “Shitty clients are in every job. What can you do?”

Damon tilted his head. “That’s fair, I guess. As long as it doesn’t get to you. And you’re not in danger.”

“The agency vets everybody, and I’ve got thick skin,” Leo assured, caught between feeling warmed at their concern and frustrated by the assumption that he had to be suffering if he was doing this job.

Which…okay. Maybe he wasn’t the happiest he’d ever been, but they didn’t have to assume that just because it was sex work.

“Right,” Damon said, nodding slowly. They looked at each other for a moment before Josh’s stomach grumbled loudly, cutting through the tension.

Leo laughed. “Breakfast?”

Josh nodded. “Shower and breakfast. Feed me, boys.”

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