Bobby was talking out of his ass now. Beatrice had a very strong no-heckling policy when it came to anyone performing at the club, not just on open-mike nights. Trey wouldn’t have minded the chance to throw rotten fruit at their fucking heads, though. He still could once they were offstage.
“Speaking of Off Beat,” Danielle said, “you’ve been gone for hours.”
“Yeah.” Trey tried to dodge her, because he didn’t want to talk about Dominic.
She blocked him from the hallway and his bedroom. “So? Meet someone?”
Maybe he could give her enough to end the conversation so he could go to bed. “Yes, I met someone. Yes, I got laid. Happy?”
Bobby plugged his ears and wandered into the kitchen. He knew Trey was gay, he didn’t care, but he’d been very clear about not needing the details of his sex life. Which was fine by Trey, because he had no interest in hearing about the female fans Bobby nailed.
“How was it?” Danielle asked. “Did you top or bottom?”
Trey rolled his eyes. “You have an unhealthy obsession with my sex life.”
“Come on, it’s not like I’m going to ask for details.”
“Top or bottom isn’t a detail?”
She put her hands on her hips. Signal for stubborn waters ahead.
“Fine, I bottomed,” he said in a whisper.
“Huh.”
“Huh?”
“For some reason I figured you’d want to top for your first time.”
He shrugged. They hadn’t really discussed positions. Dominic had made it pretty clear from the start that Trey would be the one taking it up the ass, and that had been fine by him. He kind of liked how dominant Dominic was during sex. It was fucking hot as hell.
“Well, good,” Danielle said. “Now the only virgin left in the house is Lucy from the third floor.”
Lucy was a summer worker, originally from Annapolis, and as quick with a dirty joke as anyone else in the house. For a chick, she was pretty hot. “Seriously? How do you know?”
“Girls talk. She says it’s because she hasn’t found the right guy, but sometimes I get a strong lesbian-in-the-closet vibe.”
“You are demented, Dani, do you know this?”
She shrugged. “If you’d spend more time socializing and less time working, you’d see these things too.”
“I work to pay my rent, and also to write us new material. You like doing original shit that isn’t a cover just as much as I do.”
“This is true.” She kissed his cheek. “So congrats on the sex, and I’m going to bed. I have to work tomorrow, and it’s way past this girl’s bedtime.”
“Night.”
Trey went into his room and shut the door. The space was kind of a glorified closet, with enough room for a lofted twin bed, with a keyboard, stand, and writing station beneath the loft, and a cheap chest of drawers for his clothes.
As physically tired as he was, he was also kind of wound up, so he knew sleep wouldn’t happen anytime soon. He sat in front of the keyboard, plugged in his headphones, and started to play with notes.
Trey jerked awake to Rihanna, the ring tone he’d set for general callers. He’d fallen asleep at the keyboard again. His neck ached, and his face kind of hurt from being smashed against the console for hours—a lot of hours, judging from the daylight outside the room’s single window.
Dominic’s name on the screen sent a small thrill through him. “Hey, morning,” Trey said. “Morning, right?”
“Yeah, dude, still morning,” Dominic replied with a small laugh. “Did I wake you up?”
“Kind of, but that’s okay. What time is it?”
