Miles raised an eyebrow. “You know I valueour deeply stimulating intellectual conversations,” he said. “But there’s a lotto like about your body.”
“Again,right here,” Gray said. Weall knew he was joking. He and Miles were for keeps, anyone could see that.
“He was watching gay pornwhen I called him,” I said, remembering the tell-tale moan I’d heard on his endof the line.
A disbelieving look told meI’dhave to back that up with evidence, and I wasn’t sure I should admit that Iknew because that particular video was a favorite of mine, too.
It was good to have thingsin common with people you worked with. I just wasn’t convinced similar tastein porn was the most fertile of common ground. Or perhaps it was, but not themostusefulin aprofessional relationship.
I didn’t ever intend totell Quinn I’d known what he was watching.
“He’s not gay,” Miles said. “Iwish.”
“What am I, invisible?” Graysaid.
“Did you hear something?” Iasked, grinning at Miles. “Gay or not, I know what I heard.”
“You’re deaf,” Gray pointedout.
“Only in the one ear. I waslistening with the good one. Trust me on this. Your man watches pretty littletwinks getting their brains fucked out in his leisure time.”
Miles blinked at me. “Have you seen apicture of him? Because heisa pretty little twink. I mean. That’s not a nicething to say about him, I’m sure he’s very smart.”
“I’ll take your word for allof that, since you’re the expert,” I said, tucking that piece of informationaway in the back of my mind.
“Hang on, I need to find youa picture,” Miles said, taking his phone out of his pocket. I waited while hetapped away on it, and then took it when he passed it over in offering.
Oh.
Oh.
Well. That was a horse of adifferent color.
Staring back at me was theprettiest man I’d ever seen, all dark hair and pale skin, delicate features,the sweetest little button nose, lips that…
Uh.
This line of thinking wasgetting decidedlyunprofessional, and I needed to stop.
But I took Miles’ point. Prettylittle twink.
A flash of him moaning aseagerly as his favorite porn star played in my mind.
It’d been too long since I’dgotten laid.
“Oh,” I said, handing thephone back. “Well. Yes. I see what you mean.”
Miles smirked at me. He’d figured out mytastes early on.
“Right?” He raised aneyebrow. “If heisgay he’s keeping it one helluva secret.”
“He’s gay,” I said. “Closeted.I’ll bet you a tenner.”
Gray narrowed his eyes atme. “Don’ttake that bet unless you really wanna give Fox ten bucks,” he said.
“You’re no fun at all.”
“How do youknow?” Miles asked.
