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  GAY INDEED

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  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

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  Lara Hale

  Copyright © 2020 by Lara Hale

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  This story changes POVs often; sometimes more than once in the same chapter.

  — Includes mature content.

  Yes, this is your typical poor girl/rich guy story. But with two penises instead of just one.

  Let's see how it all starts!

  TOBIAS

  Chapter 1

  I can’t believe I did it!

  Everyone dreams of moving to New York City, Chicago, or anywhere in California. Me? I’ve always wanted to live in Boston. And here I am.

  I was raised to pursue my dreams, and yes, the circumstances that pushed me to this day weren't the best, but at the end of the day, I know I'm meant to be here. This will be the beginning of my independence, the beginning of a new life, the beginning of my happiness, the beginning of my—

  “Phone, wallet, and your backpack. Give me all of it, now… Scream, and I’ll stab you to death with this rusty old knife.”

  The beginning of a shitload of trouble.

  “I don’t have all the fuckin’ time in the world, man! Hurry the fuck up!” I try to reason with the punk that is currently robbing me in plain daylight, since I’ve heard that this helps.

  “Hold on, man! I just moved to the city; let me at least keep some of it. I don’t even know where I’m going!”

  “Not my problem... Give me all of it,” the knife he mentioned, digs a little deeper on my damn side and I let it all go, “Ok, ok! Take it!”

  “Welcome to the city, dumb-ass!” He shouts with a laugh as he walks away from me, leaving me to wonder if I will make it in the city after being a town boy my whole life. So, that’s how I ended up here, three days later, begging for food. Anyway, how about I give you a bit of back story first?

  Here it goes.

  My name is Tobias Amell Spencer. I’m twenty-four years old, and I come from a very closed-minded family that doesn’t understand that I may like women and men. Since we were kids—my brother Ahmed and I—we were told we had to find a nice lady like my mother, marry her, and have kids. Guess who wasn't that great of a lady when she found out I liked men? That's right… my mother.

  I’ve worked since I was fifteen and my father always taught me to save at least ten percent of my paychecks. That was terrific advice; I got to save enough money to move to the city, but guess what? The guy that robbed me took most of that money.

  I still have some of it saved, but with no debit card, no ID to go to the bank, nothing to prove my identity, and no family to ask for a favor, it is like having nothing.

  “Listen, man! I just want soup or whatever the cheapest thing you have on the menu. I swear I’m not homeless, I’m new to the city and was robbed on my first day.”

  Now I’m at a restaurant entrance, begging the host for something to eat, “They took everything!”

  “Well, I’m sorry, honey, but I don’t see how that’s my problem. This is a five-star restaurant; people don’t pay to sit next to a bum like yourself. Go to a burger joint or something... now shoo!”

  “I don’t need to sit at one of your tables,” I continue to beg, “I can wait outside, or if you call the manager, I can even wash the dishes or something. I need a job anyways.” No matter how much I beg, the peppy guy refuses to give me even a piece of old bread.

  “Sir, with all due respect—not that you deserve it, you need to leave.”

  “Good afternoon!” A powerful voice calls from behind me, making me feel small. Smaller than I already felt two seconds ago.

  “Welcome to Andreas’ Cuisine,” says the host, “table for one?”

  “Oh please, finish with the gentleman first.” The man says from behind me, asking the guy to continue helping me.

  “Pff! Gentleman! Please sir, this man was just leaving.”

  “Are there no tables available?”

  “No, sir, he is just... he doesn’t belong here with a crowd such as yourself, sir.” I hear him suck up to this guy so much, so I decide to look back to the stranger and holy shit! This man is hawt! And he looks just as fancy as this restaurant. He is tall, muscular, blue-ish green eyes encapsulated in those thick-framed black glasses giving him a sophisticated look that screams money and class. But what caught my attention the most? Those broad shoulders that would look marvelous if only he could ride me into the sunset.

  “So, table for one?” I hear the host ask, taking me out of my fantasy.

  “Table for two, please.”

  “Wonderful! We can have a table for you now, or we can wait for your companion. Whichever works best for you, sir.”

  “My companion is here,” the man directs his words to me, extending a bizarre invitation, “what’s your name, man?”

  I look right and left before realizing he is talking to me.

  “Me? I’m Spencer, Tobias Spencer, Sir.”

  “Great!” Says the stranger, then he goes back to the host. “Mr. Spencer and I would like a table across from the kitchen exit if possible.”

  The restaurant employee laughs to his face, “I’m so sorry, sir, but I can’t let this man in here. Have you seen his clothes?”

  “Considering I’m not blind, yes.”

  “I apologize, mister, but if you insist, I’m going to have to deny entry to both of you.”

  “Why? Is there some kind of policy or dress code here, that would prevent Mr. Spencer from going in with me?”

  I’m embarrassed, and honestly kind of pissed off at the guy. I’m moderately clean, considering I’ve slept in the streets these few days, and I don’t smell bad. I washed a guy’s car and use the money to get a day pass at a gym and get a shower.

  “Sir, you don’t have to do that.” I tell the stranger. “I’m leaving, please enjoy your meal. I do appreciate the offer.” I don’t even get to turn around when he speaks.

  “No, Mr. Spencer! You are staying.”

  “Oh no, he isn’t!” The restaurant guy is quick to add, and Harvey answers to his attitude with a question.

/>   “You didn’t answer my question. Is there a dress code or policy stating he is not welcomed?” The host begins to talk, but the guy stops him, “Does the owner of this place know that you are rejecting people for their looks?”

  “Oh, please!” Says peppy host, “That pompous asshole couldn’t care less as long as he gets revenue.”

  “Interesting, an owner that doesn’t give a fuck about people. Anyway, can I have your name?”

  “My—my name? Eh, Chris.” The attitude Mr. Peppy carried this whole time banishes knowing he is about to get in trouble with the manager.

  “Chris what?” The guy’s confidence is gone and in its place is terror.

  “Chris Daniels.”

  Then the stranger says something that would have blown my brain if I was Chris Daniels. “Nice to meet you, Chris Daniels., I’m Mr. Pompous Asshole; the owner that couldn’t care less.”

  Well damn! I think I’m in love.

  HARVEY

  Chapter 2

  Here I am, minding my own business trying to check on my restaurant, only to find this little shit treating people like they are worthless. And yes, I know the people that visit my restaurants are mostly high class, but I heard the guy, and I believe him.

  He doesn’t stink, and his clothes are moderately clean, all things considered. He even asked for a job, though I couldn’t hire him without identification if what he says is true. “Sir I—”

  I hear that Chris kid talk, but I cut him off. “When does your shift end?”

  “In... two hours, sir.”

  “Great! Get Mr. Spencer and me, our table. Meet me when your shift is over before you clock out for the day. Is that something you can do?”

  “Yes, yes, sir, absolutely!” I follow the little shit. He finds me a table by the kitchen entrance so I can oversee the operations.

  “Given your little indiscretion earlier, I think it is fair for me to ask you for a favor. Right?”

  “Yes,” Chris is quick to say, “anything!”

  “Great, Chris Daniels, thank you. Now, please don’t tell anyone I’m here since I’m here without announcement for a reason.” He nods, and I dismiss him after he places the menus on the table.

  I own a chain of five stars restaurants, this being the first and main location. After getting a few bad reviews, I decided to come and check it out for myself; if the little shit’s attitude indicates how this place runs, there won’t be any employee left when I finish my meal.

  Andreas’ Cuisine is something I built from the ground up, and I won’t let lousy staff throw it all away.

  “Eh! Sir?” I hear the guy talk across the table.

  “Yes, Mr. Spencer?”

  “Please, call me Tobias.”

  “Ok! Yes, Tobias?”

  “I appreciate what you just did, but he wasn’t lying; this place is high class. I don’t want to cause any problems, so I can wait outside but do you mind if I order something big so I could have leftovers for later?”

  I see a vulnerability in him that I hadn’t seen in myself for the past ten years. It makes me want to believe him, to protect him. Somehow, I see a young version of me in this young man.

  “Nonsense Tobias! Order whatever you want, but you wait here.”

  “Yes, sir. May I ask your name, mister?” I want to smile at his choice of words, but I hold back.

  “Harvey Breevort.”

  “And you said you own this restaurant?”

  “Yes, I own all seven of them.”

  “Seven?” His eyes open wide and are yet another confirmation that he didn’t lie. He is not from here. Andreas is well-known among the city.

  “Wow!” He goes on. “But you look so young. How old are you?” This kid has no filter, does he? I chuckle but respond anyways.

  “I’m thirty-two. And you?”

  “Twenty-four!” Ok, so not a kid.

  “So, tell me Tobias. How did you end up in this mess?”

  “Long story short? My family threw me out and disowned me, and I decided to move to the city. On my first day here, I got robbed of everything but the clothes I’m wearing, and now I can’t even get my own money from my own account because well... my family won’t help me get my birth certificate and all the stuff I need to get an ID and start over.”

  “Wow! That’s a story...”

  “You are telling me!” He laughs at his attempt at a joke. “So, Andreas? Is that your mom, wife, sister, neighbor?” I want to get irritated at the assumption I’ve heard so many times, but this kid sounds so innocent and genuine that I can’t even get mad.

  “Andreas is my middle name.”

  “Oh! Cool, mine is Amell. I mean, not that you asked, I’m just making conversation.”

  ∞∞∞

  Time flies by, and we order our food and eat it. Tobias is so hungry he almost eats the plate itself, and I tell him to eat whatever he wants and order more to go so he can have it for later.

  The young man is quite brilliant, and every second he proves he isn’t making anything up; he even graduated college already. So, I make a decision. A decision I didn’t know would come to bite me on the ass later.

  “Listen, I know you said you need a job, and I think I have something you can help with.” He gets excited immediately, and it causes me to smile.

  “Anything, sir!”

  “I can’t give you a job at any of my restaurants without ID or anything, but I have a few tasks at home that I am too lazy to complete on my own,” his full attention is now on me, “you could do them, and I can give you a paycheck, clothes and a place to stay. I have enough rooms at my house so you can stay there as long as you need to.”

  “You—are you? Are you serious?” I nod, “Then, yes! Of course, anything you need.”

  “Alright then! Let’s wait for this Chris boy to come back and have a chat; then, I have to talk to the manager about a few people who need to get fired. After that, we can then go buy you some clothes.”

  “No, sir, that’s not necessary!”

  We go back and forth until he convinces me that he would rather prove he can help before I go spending money on him; his words.

  “Ok then, you can take a shower and borrow some of my clothes. At least until you earn your money.” I see a crimson shade covering his face, and he gets all nervous, “What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t think your clothes will fit me, sir.”

  “Of course, they will.”

  “I doubt it, sir. How am I supposed to fill the clothes that cover all of that,” he scans my whole body, “with just this?” He gestures to his own.

  If possible, I’m the one now going red at his choice of words. Chris Daniels arrives to fix the awkward moment.

  “Oh, Mr. Daniels, please, have a seat!”

  “Sir, I really need this job! Please, don’t fire me, I’ll do anything! My little sister depends on me, and I can’t afford to be job—”

  “I’m not firing you, Daniels!” I interrupt his ramble, and see relief in his face.

  “You aren’t?”

  “No, I’m not. I’ve seen you working these past two hours, and you do well when you aren’t making people feel rejected.” He lowers his head in shame, not before throwing daggers at Tobias with his eyes. “Anyway, I asked you here because I believe you owe Mr. Spencer an apology.”

  Before I’m done speaking, he is already apologizing, and Tobias is already saying that it’s not needed.