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week.” His voice was non-judgmental.
    Gibson sighed. He did have a tendency to get pissy when his gadgets didn’t work for him. “Sorry. I’m not sure I need a tablet anyway.” They smirked at each other. “I suppose I could do without for a while and use my smart phone. It’s the screen is a bit small sometimes to see anything, especially all the techy stuff and I don’t want to strain my eyes any more than I have to.” “Whatever.” Jack took a swallow of his beer, finishing it off and gave a burp as he set the empty bottle down on the table. He grinned. “Of course you could stop fucking breaking stuff, you impatient arse.”
    Gibson stuck a tongue out at him and Jack lunged, trying to catch it. Gibson skipped away nimbly.
    “One of these days,” Jack growled. “I’m gonna catch that little pink thing, rip it out and pickle it.”
    “Ooh, bloodthirsty,” Gibson teased as he picked up the shattered pieces of his tablet. “How am I supposed to rim guys if you rip out my tongue?”
    Jack’s face went green. “Shit, don’t put those images in my head, you bastard. I don’t want to know…” his voice tailed off and he scowled and put his earphones in. A few minutes later he was swaying to what Gibson imagined was the sound of Alex Clare and the concentration on his face meant he was probably checking code.
    Gibson poked him on the shoulder. “Oi. I thought you said I could check my emails?”
    Jack ignored him and Gibson gave a deep sigh. It looked like he’d be relegated to using his phone to see whether Ev had sorted his problem. He wanted the issue fixed before his next flight out to Dublin to meet with an investor who was interested in promoting Camp Queen in his gaming boutiques and online. The demonstration needed to go well.
    Thoughts of the impending flight in a week’s time made him recall the brown-eyed, sexy guy called Maxwell he’d blown in the toilet on his New York flight. Gibson had to change his flight back to another airline because of a delay in NY and hadn’t seen the guy again. He’d been cute and decent; Gibson had some deep-rooted guilt at blowing the guy off—no pun intended—when he’d tried to give him his number. In hindsight, it had been a shitty thing to do. The hurt in the guy’s eyes had rankled a bit. Gibson might be a slut but he wasn’t a cruel tosser. He’d meant to find the guy and apologise, but then he’d got sucked back into his game and that had been that.
    Shoving aside his regret, he was overjoyed to find the answers he sought from Ev on his mobile, with a laconic, ‘Miss you buddy, I’ll be in UK in a few months and maybe we can get together’ message. Gibson grinned. He’d make sure there were more Chewy and Peter Pan antics at the club to piss Jack off. Maybe a little half-naked grinding and wet bear kissing. That was sure to give his friend the heebie-jeebies.
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    Gibson stared at his friend Cruz Castillo with growing trepidation. “Let me get this right. You want me to wear this outfit and drape myself all over your buddy Pete to make Craig prove I’m not interested in you. Is that my instruction for tonight? And how far do you want me to take it? Pete knows about this plan, yeah?” Cruz’s boyfriend Craig had some crazy idea Gibson and Cruz were doing the horizontal mambo and Cruz had a plan to convince him otherwise. Pete was Cruz’s friend from the gift shop where he worked as a sales assistant, and was joining them tonight at the opening of a new gay club in Soho called Innuendo.
    Gibson stared at the outfit laid out on his bed and then back at his other best friend with jaundiced eyes. Cruz stared back at him, big doe eyes dark and serious, his full lips pursed.
    “Sí, dipstick.” It came out ‘deepsteek’ as Cruz’s Spanish accent made itself known, normally more when he was stressed. “Pete will play along. If Craig sees you with Pete dressed like that ”—he waved a slim, brown hand and bit his lip