I raise my eyebrows.
“But you’ve got him shaken up. I’m nosy. I want to know why.”
I laugh because there’s no other response to that. “Are you expecting me to tell you my life story?”
Hendrix takes a sip of whatever’s in his mug. “That would be fun.”
“I’m not going to.”
The young man pouts. “Shame. Did you two used to fuck?”
“No. We haven’t seen each other since we were fourteen.”
“Jack off together, then.”
“No. I’m straight.”
Hendrix arches an eyebrow.
I’m not sure what that means, so I ignore it. “Is Rory—?”
“Gay?”
I nod.
Hendrix shrugs. “I assume so, but he’s never brought anyone home. He’s very tight-lipped.” He smirks. “Come to think of it, that might be a good thing. I am.”
“Gay? I’d figured that out.” I nod at his mug.
He looks at it as though he doesn’t know what’s on it. “I’m also a camboy.”
“A what?”
“A camboy. I video myself doing sexy things and stream it online for strangers to see. My bedroom is my studio.” He swirls his mug. “Is that a problem?”
Why do I get the feeling I’ll be asked that a lot over the coming days?
“No.”
“Cool. Have you ever thought about it?”
“What?”
“Being a camboy? There’s a huge market for streams of straight guys fucking gay guys for the first time. It’s even better if the straight guy is straight rather than just pretending. We could make tons of money.”
“Uh. No thanks.”
“Shame. Oh, well, see you around.” He turns to leave.
“Wait.”
“Changed your mind?”
“No. Rory…he’s been okay, hasn’t he?”
Hendrix shrugs. “As I said, he’s the strong silent type. The only time he’s let any personal stuff slip is during silly games.”
“Silly games?”
