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When Spike joined us, he’d still been new enough to the business that he enjoyed having sex with different men and getting paid for it. Both Paul and I had tried to make sure he didn’t get the johns with a more…esoteric taste in sex.
I’d known that occasionally, after we got in from work, Spike would sleep in Paul’s bed. I’d seen the expression in Paul’s eyes when he looked at Spike, when he thought I wasn’t watching him, and I’d hoped he wasn’t setting himself up for a world of hurt. He was ten years older than Spike and had that much more experience under his belt.
It turned out that, even at his age, Spike knew the difference between fucking and making love. Before that vacation, he and Paul might have been friends with benefits, but when we came back from Disneyland, they were definitely lovers.
“Y’know what? Why don’t you two take a few more days off?” I suggested, feeling slightly envious. This was as good as their honeymoon. “I’ll deal with the traffic.”