It was a rough bar in an even worse part of town, and I couldn’t figure out what the little twink was doing working there. Well, I had an idea, but nothing that made sense. I had to be wrong. It’d been a few weeks, maybe longer, since I’d stopped in, but I knew I would have remembered him if I’d seen him before.
BJ’s was technically named after the original owner, but it was also a really big clue about what someone might find going on in the back room most nights. It’d been a gay bar as long as anyone could remember, and most of the customers had come out in a time where you were either tougher than the bullies or you stayed deep in the closet. Most of them looked like they’d just gotten released from the state pen, even though I knew they all had regular jobs and were actually upstanding citizens.
But when they walked into the bar, most of the trappings of civilization fell away. So I wasn’t sure what the hell Jake had been thinking when he’d hired the little twink. Pushing away from the wall where I’d been watching for the last few minutes, I headed toward the bar. I found an open spot in the corner and waited for Jake to wander over.
Customer service wasn’t his thing.
He finally finished up with a big bear of a guy with tattoos down his arms and started heading my way, stopping long enough to grab me a glass of whatever he had on tap. The words were out before I could stop myself. “When did you hire the twink?”
Jake laughed and gave me a knowing look. “Few months ago. He’s good for business. But only works a few shifts a month, unfortunately. He’s like honey to those dirty old barflies. He just reels them in, then walks away.”
“He looks too innocent to be working in a place like this.”
“Hey, my bar’s clean and the men behave themselves pretty good. They might be doing their best to make him blush, but they keep their hands off. Besides, he likes the attention. The raunchier, the better.” Jake glanced over at the boy where he was trying to clear off a table, but every time he bent over to grab the glasses at the far end of the booth, catcalls and whistles rang out.
The tight skinny jeans and slim-fitting black shirt that rode up showing a strip of his back did nothing to hide the full ass that arched out as he reached for the dirty glasses. I was all the way across the room, and I could easily see how he gnawed at his lower lip and blushed when the men called out.
Jake was right, the men didn’t lay a hand on him, even though he was a tempting bit of sin.
“Why only a few shifts a month?” How had I not seen him before? Had it really been that long since I’d been in?
I owned a moving and trucking business that had one of its main offices down the street. Between putting in extra hours there because of some staffing issues and my regular job at the uptown location, I’d been working crazy hours lately, but it hadn’t been that much, had it?
Glancing over at Jake, I saw him shrug. “I offered him more, but he just stammers and says that his other job keeps him busy.”
“No idea. I just know he calls himself Rand and only will agree to about four shifts a month. I first hired him to work a few hours here and there to give Andy more time off. Now it’s so busy when he comes in, I could use two servers.” Jake gave me a long look. “Maybe he’ll give you some incentive to come in more often too.”
I just snorted and ignored him, but didn’t even try to pull my gaze away from the blushing twink. There was just something about him. A contradiction. He’d flirt and then ease off. He’d blush at a terrible dirty joke, but he never backed away completely. It was almost like he was encouraging them, but there was a layer of embarrassment that was pulling at the men.
It pulled at me too.
“Hell, maybe having you around will make him come in more.” Jake laughed at the confused look I sent him. “Present company aside, because I’m very taken, you’re probably the only decent guy in here. Compared to these roughnecks, you look like one of those models in the underwear ads. If he blushes and gets turned on by these bozos, I can’t imagine what you’re going to do to him.”
“I’m right. You just wait and see.” Jake smirked and walked off toward the other end of the bar.