Rentboy

III

Michael's POV
8:05 P.M.
Outside the Peepshow
"Out of all the places we could've met each other in, he had to choose the peepshow on 17th Street. 17th Street." I rant while parking in an alleyway that stood across the street from the peepshow, my ebony Mercedes fitting in perfectly. I get out the car and pull a blunt out of my suit pocket along with a lighter whilst leaning on the hood of my car, a group of dazzled drag Queens strutting proudly pass me with smiling faces and silent shy giggles. Smiling at the crew, I wave at them as most of them wave back.
"Hello, ladies." I greet as they giggle shyly.
"Hey, handsome. Plan on getting lucky tonight?" One of them joke as I smile with the blunt in my mouth, lighting it.
"I sure do. You planning on being my lucky charm?" I ask, smiling deviously. They keep walking "See me at the peepshow then, handsome!" The most flamboyant one exclaims as I wink at him/her, smoking my blunt whilst chuckling at them. Blowing rings of smoke into the air, I glare at the neon pink and blue sign glowing the words 'DAY'S PEEPSHOW AND BAR' and scoff in disgust.

"Why does he want me here?" I ask myself as a familiar voice answers my rhetoric question.
"Maybe because he wants you to see an old friend." I look beside me to see Lenny standing by me, staring at the peepshow and smiling. I smile as wide as a 5 year old boy when he sees his favorite superhero.
"Lenny fucking Kravitz! Man where you been, baby!?!" I exclaim in excitement as he laughs at the happiness I'm displaying. He stretches his arms out and pulls me into his cuddly embrace as I do the same, both of us giggling out of sheer happiness.
"I've been everywhere, baby! Business is booming, I'm making lots of money and time, and living life. How about you, Mr. Jackson? I heard you stepped up, man! How's business?" He converses as I smile.

"We've got a lot of big breaks for sure. I've been telling my father the new ideas and he's only stuck with a few but we're working to the top! Enough about that jazz, what you doing here?"

"Seeing a little cutie of mine, that's all. He might not leave with me but that's okay. He's not the only one. But I should be asking you the same thing, Mike." He chuckles, punching my arm playfully as I pass him my blunt automatically and he takes my offer.

"I don't know, to be honest. A little boy toy I'm playing with wanted me to meet him here for a rendezvous." I mutter whilst Lenny gives me back the blunt, leaning against the wall. I dispose of it and put my lighter back in my pocket.

"So what do you do for a living, Lenn?" I ask while Lenny chuckles lightly.
"Your friendly neighborhood drug dealer." He answers. I bite my lip, "Nice. Maybe I can hit you up if I ever need a smoke." I suggest as he nods in agreement.
"Well, Mike I'll catch you inside, man." Lenny says, patting my back and walking across the street to the peepshow.
"Alright, Lenn. Make sure you let me see that cutie of yours!" I exclaim before he walks inside, leaving me to wait outside for Ivan by myself.

"Damn, Lenny sure has gotten fine as hell since the last time I seen him. Might have to give him a little 'call' one of these days." I mumble to myself, comparing the scrawny, big headed Lenny from High school to the now brawny and hot, sexy adult Lenny.

Licking the crease of another blunt I recently rolled up, I stick it in my jacket pocket while crossing the street. Halfway to the peepshow doors, I didn't notice anyone walking towards me until I fall ass first on the floor with a massive headache. The pain radiates to my jaw, causing my whole skull to ache even worse than before.

"Fuck!" I shout angrily, getting up to confront the person who I bumped into only to find that they're also trying to confront me.
"Watch where the hell you're going, you prick!" A deep, velvet voice exclaims as I stand up and look at the person who just screamed at me. It was a short, fair-skinned, amber eyed man who just screamed at me.
"Watch where the hell I'm going? You bumped into me first, shortstop!" I fire back with a teasing smile as he looks up at me with the utmost anger.
"Shortstop?!?! If I'm such a shortstop you should've saw me coming, you fucking sasqaush!" He yells, pushing me aside to get in the peepshow as I watch him.

Prince's POV
8:19 P.M.
Inside the peepshow
I storm inside the peepshow with the utmost fury as Lenny walks my way.
"Baby, what's wrong?" He worries, pulling me into his muscular frame to calm me.
"Some prick bumped into me and had the nerve to call me shortstop." I answer with a pout.
"Where is he?" Lenny growls. I look for him and see him coming through the doors, looking for me. Tugging at Lenny's shirt, I point to the guy as he walks towards us.
"There, Lenny. At the doors; he's coming toward us." I answer again as Lenny looks at him and giggles. I furrow my brow at him.

"Why are you laughing?" I ask angrily, my blood pressure rising whilst the sasqaush asshole stops in front of us with a smug look on his face.
"Nothing. It's just that he's a friend of mine, that's all. Michael say hey to Prince." Lenny introduces as I give Michael a look of repel in response to his prideful stance.

"Yeah, we weren't properly introduced earlier when he bumped into me; but that's okay cause I'm always up for second chances." Michael sarcastically remarks with that smug ass look on his face, making me even angrier.

Who does he think he is? I ought to punch him in the fucking nose.

"You bumped into me. And we weren't properly introduced because you didn't apologize nor ask me my name." I snap at him, causing him to frown and throw his hands up in defense with Lenny coming as his line of defense.
"Give him a chance now, Princey. I'm sure he can stop being an asshole once his date comes." He reassures me as my eyes flicker up and down Michael's tall frame, chewing at the corner of my lower lip. I recognize him from somewhere but I can't call on it. He's kinda sexy either way.
"Yeah, Princey. Give me a chance." He playfully begs with pleading puppy eyes and an acting pout. I stop chewing on my lip and bite it instead whilst in the act of rolling my eyes at him.

"Are you meeting someone here or are you just here to harass innocent men?" I scoff as Michael scoffs back mockingly.
"I'm here to meet a boyfriend of mine and trust me, baby, you're nowhere near innocent." He leans into my face, his eyes wide as I lean back to avoid his nose from touching mine.
"Like you're any angel." I mutter with my face pointed up towards Lenny's jaw to end the dialogue between us.
"Okay, you two knock it off. Where is your man, Michael?" Lenny concerns.

Probably nonexistent. I think to myself with a smile, impressed by my closed comeback.

Michael looks down at his watch and groans, "I guess he's not coming."
"Why not?" I ask automatically out of my nosey instinct. Michael smiles in response.
"Because it's 9 o'clock." He answers, Lenny patting his back for comfort as he curses softly.

I giggle at Michael's luck and walk to my booth.