"You can't use my sexuality against me."
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"Yes mother, I'm fine." Jack reassures, as the passkey is swiped, with the door pushing open to reveal the penthouse suite. He pulls the case along behind him as he enters the luxurious space, letting the case lean against the wall. 

"Mum, just relax. I promise I'll come visit this weekend, I'm technically still working." Jack now pushes the door closed behind him. He readjusts the phone, by his ear. 

"Yeah it's a nice place and no, I'm not paying, the company is." Jack huffs as his mother goes on and on in his ear.  He walks towards the almost three hundred and sixty degree panoramic view of the city of London. "Look at this mum…" He holds out his phone to show her the night skyline. The sky was a dark myriad of colours from the city lights below. "So will you let me sleep now? The flight was eight hours." 

Jack eyerolls at his mother's persistence to chatter. "Look I'm hanging up. I love you...yes and dad...yes and Jojo. ok. bye." 

He breathes out a heavy sigh, relieved the conversation is finally over. He flops down on one of the large leather couches, glancing at his watch. 22:47. He was hungry and a little tired from the flight. Did he really want to go out? No, but he felt like he wanted room service, company and maybe a little stress relief…

***

The shower felt like a dream after sitting on a plane all day. Even the joys of first class was wearing thin, especially when he had to hear the voices of the rude rich people holler for every need under the sun. Yes, Jack was now a rich,  successful businessman, but at least he was still humble. He knew where he came from. His parents had taught him well. 

He tucks a fluffy white towel around his waist. He would be here soon...the guy from the agency Jack always used, now he could afford it. At least he wouldn't be mugged off like he had been so many times on the free apps. 

He didn't know much about him. Jack liked that, the thrill of the mystery. He had just a few specifications which were essential. Tall, well toned, Far Eastern vibes and of course a big cock between his legs that he could suck dry. Not too much to ask and so far they had delivered each time. 

23:30. He should be here soon. The guy called 'Chandler' according to the text. Jack checks his reflection in the mirror, his auben stubble was neat on his face, his short cut tidy hair not as bright and curly as it was ten years previous. More a strawberry blonde. Probably brought about by the LA sunshine. 

He pulls a white t-shirt over his head, his black sweatpants pulled in at the waist. He had no need to look fancy, he just needed enough coverage to feel like he was teasing, just a fraction. 

Knock knock….

Jack downs the last of his drink and heads for the door...

"What the fuck... Are you fucking serious right now?" 

"D...Dexter?" Jack lets his hand fall from the door handle. "You're Chandler?"

Dexter doesn't reply, choosing to push his tongue in his cheek. He places his hands on his hips as he looks to the ceiling. "Dexter Chan...Chandler." he sighs. 

Jack doesn't know what to say. He wasn't that boy anymore. The awkward, nervous, curious sixteen year old who was trying to work out his sexuality whilst crushing on his friend. He wasn't that kid who got bullied at the hands of the guy in front of him to the point that he had to not only move schools, but also seek counselling. So why was he suddenly transported back there in a blink of an eye at the sight him? 

"I'm sorry, I'm really confused right now, why are you here Dex…" Jack begins. 

"Don't fucking call me that." Dexter replies through gritted teeth as he looks around him. His tone felt threatening as he leaned into Jack, making Jack take a step back. 
"You're still the dirty pervert I see, having to buy it now are we? Now that you have no friend's brothers to fuck around with." 

Jack could feel everything he had worked for mentally, beginning to fall through his fingers, he needed to get a grip and fast. "You're treading on thin ice 'Chandler' Jack begins. "Tell me, what exactly do you do for a living?" He can see the rage mounting in Dexter's almond eyes as his mouth goes taut at the question. He doesn't answer, prompting Jack to continue. "You are here because I have paid for your services and I get what I pay for." 

"No." Dexter dares to say, getting nose to nose with Jack. "I'm leaving." He turns and is about to walk away when Jack calls out.

"No?...I'd think twice if I were you." Dexter looks over his shoulder to see Jack holding up his phone. "All I have to do is call your agency, tell them who I am and how dissatisfied I was with my muse and you will have to look elsewhere for work. I imagine you had to fuck your way to where you are today.  I'd hate for all that hard work to be for nothing." 

Dexter goes to grab Jack by his t-shirt, but Jack takes a step back. "No you don't Dexter. We're not at school now. You can't use my sexuality against me. You are not the one in charge anymore." Jack begins to back away from the door, leaving it open.

Dexter can feel his heart race inside of him. He feels his teeth clench with pent up frustration. But he knows he is backed into a corner, he knows what he needs to do, as he takes a step inside.