Enter Percy stage right

Oliver heard Simon quietly groan, the man who had called them over was none other than Simon’s least favorite fling, Percy. Standing an imposing six foot three and absolutely shredded, Percy was the prototypical gym queer. Brash and obnoxious, he came from local money and was perhaps the most insufferable asshole who frequented their bar. Simon had hooked up with him once, and forever regretted being involved in the self-absorbed narcissism. Oliver had only met the man a handful of times, figuring that Percy had probably spent the summer clubbing around Europe.

Sparing Simon the interaction, Oliver fixed the drink and brought it over to beautiful jerk. Percy eyed him “Oliver was it? You’re the new kid Mike hired on right after Paul ditched right?” Oliver nodded, putting on a charming smile “Yup yup yup, we met a couple months ago. Didn’t think you’d remember my name.” Percy smiled wolfishly, downing his drink in a single go “Hard to forget a pretty face like yours Ollie- can I call you Ollie?” A nod was all it took for Percy to start chattering Oliver’s ear off. Simon took care of the handful of other customers, and when Percy excused himself to go to piss came over to Oliver. “I owe you Ollie, I cannot fucking stand that prick. Thinks because he’s got the body of a Greek statue, Daddy’s money, and a huge dick that he can walk all over everyone.” Oliver patted his friend on the shoulder “No worries at all Si, you wanna take off? It’s slow as hell and I can cover”, leaning in close to whisper in Simon’s ear “it’s our day off tomorrow, and I was thinking you could bring me over another latte…” Simon beamed, and kissed Oliver on the cheek “It’s a date darling, send me a ping when you need that coffee.”

With that, Simon made a hasty exit, barely slinking out in time to miss the returning Percy. The tall hunk looked around at the empty bar quizzically “Dead as shit in here Ollie, where’d Simon sneak off to?” Oliver shrugged and made an excuse for Simon’s absence. Percy looked at Oliver for a long moment, disbelieving the obvious lie. “You can just say he hates my guts and didn’t want to be in the same room as me, I won’t be offended. We fucked like three times and he wanted more and I just wanted to rail his tight little ass.” Percy shrugged and sipped his drink “I don’t much care, not to be vain but I’m not exactly hard up for it and I’m not looking to be tied down.” Chuckling to himself “well, not tied down in a relationship if you know what I mean!”

Oliver **** a laugh at the shitty joke, pouring himself a drink to relax and chat with the surprisingly amiable Percy. The few times Oliver had met him Percy had been a total nightmare, but in this empty bar alone Oliver felt he was seeing a quieter side of the man. “So new boy Oliver- what’s your deal? I remember the word on the street was you were a pretty little straight boy tossed into the lion’s den of hungry queers.”

Oliver’s blush said it all “ohhhhhhhh” Percy breathed, his tone dropping lower, huskier “that whole straight thing didn’t last did it?” Called out by an adonis of a man alone in a bar was doing something to Oliver’s body. His mind was hazy, he felt a slight stir in his crotch, tingling with possibility and anticipation. Sensing blood in the water, Percy dove in like a shark “don’t tell me, it was a coworker- obviously Simon at the very least… though with a body like yours I wouldn’t be surprised if that list was a little longer.” Oliver raised his head, opening his mouth to speak, but Percy railroaded past him “A body like yours, I’d bet anything you could have any guy you wanted begging you for a taste. Am I right Ollie? You met a man yet you couldn’t get to fuck you if you wanted?”