Rent Boy by Peter Styles

JACOB
Hiring a rent boy to get over my sexual hang ups is either the most brilliant idea I’ve ever had, or the worst. It’s hard to tell. I mean, what do I know? I’m an almost thirty year old virgin.Everyone else makes it look so easy, but my head makes it the most complicated thing in the world. And then I book Evan for an evening, and everything gets infinitely more complicated.It’s not anything he does. He’s perfect. Being with him is perfect. Touching him comes naturally. Flirting with him is effortless. My lack of experience isn’t a problem at all, because who needs to know how to swim when I’d happily drown in his kisses instead?But its also easy to forget this is just a job to him. The lines are so blurred I sometimes forget they exist at all. And then I have to remind myself: the only future here is the rough landing I’m in for when I finally take the plunge. Bringing our business transaction to a close.I’m no longer afraid to be intimate with another man. Being with him that way is what I want more than anything.But taking that step means watching him walk out of my life the moment it’s over.

EVAN
Life lessons for rent boys: never take jobs with hot, sweet, innocent virgins.They’re way too easy to fall in love with.Jacob was supposed to be just another job. An easy one too…never hurts when the client’s a bit of eye candy himself. Our date didn’t go as planned. He was too nervous to take it as far as he wanted. And making him uncomfortable was the last thing I wanted, so we parted as friends.And then hung out again as friends. And again. And again.But when I suggest helping coach him over his hang ups, reality comes crashing back after he brings up the bill. It’d been so easy to forget what I was when I was with him. To fool myself into believing he’d ever see me as more than a rent boy.I don’t know how much longer I can act like it’s all just pretend. Like I’m not falling in love with him.But I know I’ll keep playing the part for as long as he’ll let me, just to be near him.