ODDS OF LOVE

Episode Thirty Eight

DuBuis had not been by the Bethesda based Cafe J in ages. Not since the long ago day he had stopped by the owner's condo one night and found him enjoying hot loud rough sex and whipped cream and black leather with two baby faced skinny White twinks from the Pink Lady. That had been a memorable night with DuBuis keying the driver's side door of Joe's prized Mercedes Benz as a nude Joe screamed in outrage at him from his front yard and the twinks raced off in quite a hurry. DuBuis had been mad that night but mostly from a sense of betrayal. If Joe hadn't wanted just him all he had had to do was say so and he would have bid the man goodbye. DuBuis didn't want to  be cheated on. And he didn't cheat. He hated cheaters. He considered them to be just cowards. Yet as angry as he had been he wasn't really that hurt. It took a lot to hurt him. 

Pop dying.

Spencer almost dying. 

If Spencer ever chose to leave him. 

But Joe ? Nah. He hadn't cared less about losing the man. Their " relationship " had been just good sex and a few laughs. No real substance. When he looked at Joe Jacobs he had never seen or wanted a future. Not like with Spencer. If he ever caught Spencer in bed with another man he would feel a hell of a lot more pain. Hell. He would want to just lay down and die. 

" Table for one , sir ? , " the young tuxedoed light skinned Black man near the host's podium asked quietly. DuBuis could not resist a smirk upon seeing the man. Yeah. He was most definitely one of his ex's twinks. Joe had a type. Sometimes when they had been together DuBuis had wondered what the hell Joe wanted with him. DuBuis was nobody's twink. 

He shook his head at him. " Not here for food. Where's Joe ? "

The host's lips thinned. Some deep emotion flashed within his dark eyes. He tossed back his head of messy brown curls and lifted his pert little chin with much pride. DuBuis almost felt sorry for the man. He wanted to warn the man to stay far away from the likes of Joe but it wasn't his business or concern. He had more pressing concerns at the moment. 

" I'm afraid that Mr. Jacobs can not be disturbed at the moment. He is otherwise occupied in his office , sir."

DuBuis smiled coolly. " Then go disturb him. Or better yet I will. I know exactly where the trifling bastard hides at when he's supposed to be working. "

With that he stomped past the now openly gaping host and curious black clad servers and the lunch crowd that quietly gossiped over their tiny portions of artfully decorated expensive food. He rolled his eyes at one half nibbled upon plate of food that he saw out of the corner of his eye. He always had thought that a rabbit would starve on Joe's food. He continued his stride all the way to the closed office door that said " JOESPH JACOBS , OWNER AND MANAGER ". 

He opened it forcefully.

And wished he had not. 

Joe was there. But not alone. He was leaning casually back against his own desk , his perfectly creased pants and teeny tiny black briefs dropped down to the carpeted floor as yet another twink knelt before him sucking his small ass dick. 

" What the ever-loving shit ! ," Joe screeched although his hand still remained firmly atop the young man's head to keep him in place. Then the man's handsome sun kissed face smiled mischievously at DuBuis.  " Missed me , baby ? I knew it. Fancy a threesome ? This one can go for days. " 

DuBuis felt a bit of bile rising in his throat. " No. I don't miss you , Joe. I don't want you. I don't need you. I'm here to tell you to go straight to hell. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Just go to hell. Don't call me. Don't text me. Don't send me gifts. I have a wonderful man and he is worth a billion of you. "

As he turned to leave he heard Joe laughing and saying , " Watch your back , lover. You have a powerful enemy. "