Chapter 21

“I’m fine, Rafi,” Cory murmured as soon as they were alone around a corner.

“You’re dating some rich old perv for his money. What happened?” He pulled Cory gently by the arm, turning him to face him. “I tried to call you after the pictures got out. What happened? Did you lose your job?”

Cory looked almost amused, as if Rafi were being very silly. “Of course I lost my job, Rafi. I was blackballed from the entire religious chorale industry. You think the Voices of Saint Cecilia is going to keep me on after they’ve seen me in fuzzy handcuffs with a man’s cock in my mouth?”

That was…strong language, from Cory. Rafi blushed, as if embarrassed by proxy.

“And my family threw me out,” Cory continued. “So yes, I’m letting Oscar take care of me. He’s very kind to me, Rafi. He treats me—” Cory paused, swallowed, blinked away sudden tears. “He treats me wonderfully.”

“What does he ask in return?”

“Nothing I’m not willing to give. Happy to give.”