Hot Like Me
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
3,897
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ch. 3: "Risky Business"
Part III: "Risky Business"
Jake pulled the Jeep into the underground garage, sliding his pass card back into the visor pocket as he brought the vehicle to a halt.
Normally, Harley entered the club through the front door rather than availing himself of the VIP entrance. Jake wasn't going to let him use the public entrance tonight, however. Not looking like that.
As soon as they entered the club via the rear entrance, Harley took off at nearly a run to make a beeline for the nearest bar. He'd already ordered and downed another healthy double of Patrón by the time Jake caught up. The Englishman looked around the room, then leaned back against the bar next to Harley as casually as possible.
Jake whispered into his ear, "I think you'd better back off the happy water, Love."
"Why?" Harley asked, a silly grin on his face. "You think I'm drunk?"
"Obviously."
"I am not drunk," the boy giggled, "totally not drunk." Jake could only shake his head.
Harley began scanning the room, searching for Trey, the investors, and the tits. Although the place was packed to capacity, it didn't take him long to find them.
"Here I go," announced Harley, his expression a sexy smirk. He turned to face Jake at the bar. "Do I look okay?"
"Sex on a stick," Jake grinned. "Go get 'em, Princess."
Harley winked at his friend, then sauntered seductively across the large room. Jake chuckled, and turned to the bartender to have him put on a pot of coffee.
It was going to be a long night.
---
Trey was making a half-hearted attempt at pretending to pay attention to the bullshit the so called investors were trying to feed him. He turned as he caught something out of the corner of his eye, taking an almost cartoonish double-take when he saw that it was Harley.
Holy shit, Trey grimaced. What the hell is he doing here? And what the hell is he wearing?
Harley smiled broadly at his brother. Trey's eyes widened and he began shaking his head quickly, a definitive 'please don't come over here' motion. Harley, of course, ignored it. He walked up to Trey's table, squeezing himself between his brother and the buxom blonde intern.
"Trey, what a surprise running into you here!" Harley gushed. He leaned over and kissed his brother on the cheek. Trey shot him a look that, if looks could kill, Harley would be pushing up daisies.
"And who might these lovely people be?" Harley smiled sweetly with a toss of his curls. Trey glared at him before responding.
"This is Chuck Morrow," Trey gestured toward the grey-haired, fifty-something gentleman, "and this is his partner, James Harrison. They're interested in investing in the production company." Trey nodded toward the younger, auburn-haired man, then looked again at his brother, his eyes narrowing. "Gentlemen, this is my brother and business partner, Harley Sheffield."
Harley extended his hand and shook with both of the men, turning his gaze to the busty blonde woman. "And this gorgeous creature is...?"
The blonde grinned and extended a limp hand. "I'm Heather!" she squeaked.
Harley took her hand and gallantly kissed the back of it. "But of course you are, my dear. A pleasure." The girl giggled giddily, gawking at the back of her hand after the young actor released it.
"Heather Blake is the newest intern at the company, Harley," Trey added, shooting his brother another unfriendly glare. "Perhaps you should stop in from time to time, get to know your staff?"
"Oh," Harley smirked, flipping his hands in a prissy, 'get the heck out of town' manner, "I leave all that nasty, boring business stuff to my dear brother here. I'm only on board to lend a famous name for credibility. He's the brains behind the operation. I'm merely the beauty." Harley grinned and batted his eyelashes at his sibling. Trey's mouth dropped open.
There was an awkward silence; the investors didn't quite know what to say, Heather was enraptured by finally seeing the famous actor in person and having had her hand kissed by him, and Trey was so pissed off he couldn't have spoken coherently had his life depended on it. Harley just continued to grin.
Well," Harley finally offered, "you all continue your important meeting here. It was very nice to have met all of you. Trey, I'm going across the street to the dance club for a while. Please feel free to join me after your meeting has adjourned." He leaned down and rested his head on his brother's shoulder, pressing his mouth close to Trey's ear.
"How much do you think she paid for that rack?" Harley whispered. "Five, six grand?"
Trey gouged his elbow into Harley's ribs, the boy emitting a soft 'oof' from the impact.
Trey whispered back to his brother. "Do not go to that club."
Harley, drunk as he was, somehow managed to run his tongue around his brother's ear without a soul noticing.
Trey sucked in his breath and held it as Harley walked away.
It was going to be a long night.
~~~~
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© Copyright 2006 Justin Tyler. All rights reserved. Publication or distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Justin Tyler.
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Jake pulled the Jeep into the underground garage, sliding his pass card back into the visor pocket as he brought the vehicle to a halt.
Normally, Harley entered the club through the front door rather than availing himself of the VIP entrance. Jake wasn't going to let him use the public entrance tonight, however. Not looking like that.
As soon as they entered the club via the rear entrance, Harley took off at nearly a run to make a beeline for the nearest bar. He'd already ordered and downed another healthy double of Patrón by the time Jake caught up. The Englishman looked around the room, then leaned back against the bar next to Harley as casually as possible.
Jake whispered into his ear, "I think you'd better back off the happy water, Love."
"Why?" Harley asked, a silly grin on his face. "You think I'm drunk?"
"Obviously."
"I am not drunk," the boy giggled, "totally not drunk." Jake could only shake his head.
Harley began scanning the room, searching for Trey, the investors, and the tits. Although the place was packed to capacity, it didn't take him long to find them.
"Here I go," announced Harley, his expression a sexy smirk. He turned to face Jake at the bar. "Do I look okay?"
"Sex on a stick," Jake grinned. "Go get 'em, Princess."
Harley winked at his friend, then sauntered seductively across the large room. Jake chuckled, and turned to the bartender to have him put on a pot of coffee.
It was going to be a long night.
---
Trey was making a half-hearted attempt at pretending to pay attention to the bullshit the so called investors were trying to feed him. He turned as he caught something out of the corner of his eye, taking an almost cartoonish double-take when he saw that it was Harley.
Holy shit, Trey grimaced. What the hell is he doing here? And what the hell is he wearing?
Harley smiled broadly at his brother. Trey's eyes widened and he began shaking his head quickly, a definitive 'please don't come over here' motion. Harley, of course, ignored it. He walked up to Trey's table, squeezing himself between his brother and the buxom blonde intern.
"Trey, what a surprise running into you here!" Harley gushed. He leaned over and kissed his brother on the cheek. Trey shot him a look that, if looks could kill, Harley would be pushing up daisies.
"And who might these lovely people be?" Harley smiled sweetly with a toss of his curls. Trey glared at him before responding.
"This is Chuck Morrow," Trey gestured toward the grey-haired, fifty-something gentleman, "and this is his partner, James Harrison. They're interested in investing in the production company." Trey nodded toward the younger, auburn-haired man, then looked again at his brother, his eyes narrowing. "Gentlemen, this is my brother and business partner, Harley Sheffield."
Harley extended his hand and shook with both of the men, turning his gaze to the busty blonde woman. "And this gorgeous creature is...?"
The blonde grinned and extended a limp hand. "I'm Heather!" she squeaked.
Harley took her hand and gallantly kissed the back of it. "But of course you are, my dear. A pleasure." The girl giggled giddily, gawking at the back of her hand after the young actor released it.
"Heather Blake is the newest intern at the company, Harley," Trey added, shooting his brother another unfriendly glare. "Perhaps you should stop in from time to time, get to know your staff?"
"Oh," Harley smirked, flipping his hands in a prissy, 'get the heck out of town' manner, "I leave all that nasty, boring business stuff to my dear brother here. I'm only on board to lend a famous name for credibility. He's the brains behind the operation. I'm merely the beauty." Harley grinned and batted his eyelashes at his sibling. Trey's mouth dropped open.
There was an awkward silence; the investors didn't quite know what to say, Heather was enraptured by finally seeing the famous actor in person and having had her hand kissed by him, and Trey was so pissed off he couldn't have spoken coherently had his life depended on it. Harley just continued to grin.
Well," Harley finally offered, "you all continue your important meeting here. It was very nice to have met all of you. Trey, I'm going across the street to the dance club for a while. Please feel free to join me after your meeting has adjourned." He leaned down and rested his head on his brother's shoulder, pressing his mouth close to Trey's ear.
"How much do you think she paid for that rack?" Harley whispered. "Five, six grand?"
Trey gouged his elbow into Harley's ribs, the boy emitting a soft 'oof' from the impact.
Trey whispered back to his brother. "Do not go to that club."
Harley, drunk as he was, somehow managed to run his tongue around his brother's ear without a soul noticing.
Trey sucked in his breath and held it as Harley walked away.
It was going to be a long night.
~~~~
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© Copyright 2006 Justin Tyler. All rights reserved. Publication or distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Justin Tyler.
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