Tricked

Jimmy stops smiling. Roger had no money earlier at the mall.

"Where did you get money?" Jimmy whispers

Roger shushes him. Grins. Nods to the front seat.

Jimmy frowns. He feels certain the money came from Sven. He extends his hand, flexes his fingers. If the money came from Sven, the money is his. Roger chuckles, peels off a twenty and a ten, and gives them to Jimmy.

Jimmy takes the bills, stuffs them in his pants. Now he knows the money came from Sven. He puts his hand back out and flexes his fingers again.

Roger leans toward Jimmy. "I already had some of this," Roger says.

Jimmy knows this is a lie. He knows you have to watch Roger.

He keeps his hand extended.

Roger peels off a few more bills—a five and some ones—and hands them over. Jimmy watches his friend put the remainder of the money into his pocket. Jimmy knows his friend profited from this afternoon.

He purses his lips. Looks thoughtfully at his friend, his crown of soft brown curls.

Jimmy decides to let it go. Instead of asking about money, he wants to ask Roger how much he saw. Did he watch Jimmy squirm with a finger up his ass? Did Roger come in his pants out in the hallway? Did he like what he saw?

It occurs to Jimmy that this probably isn't the first time Roger has earned money on the back of his dick. It's a sobering thought. As soon as Jimmy thinks it, he knows it's true. He can feel the enormous certainty of it.

As the car rounds a corner, glare from the setting sun blinds Jimmy. Looking at Roger, Jimmy sees a halo of sunshine glowing iridescent over his head. The car speeds up, continuing in a new direction, putting the sun behind some trees. Roger's halo disappears, but he's still an attractive boy. Wild and dangerous.

Roger grins at Jimmy.

Jimmy grins back. He knows he was tricked, but he isn't angry. More than anything, he is amazed. You can get paid good money for getting head, he thinks.

—Getting sucked off!

The world is a wonder of shifting truths and half-secrets.

Anything is possible.