Page 12 of Unexpected Prejudice

It was a pretty straightforward question, and I was surprised, considering how cautious he’d been until now.

“Nope. Levi isn’t my boyfriend,” I answered easily while working on his fade. He was going to have such an epic buzz cut.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought he was.”

“He’s my fucking soulmate, Jordy.” I smirked proudly. Levi wasn’t my boyfriend. He was my everything. My whole fucking world. He was colors. He was joy. He was laughter. Levi was the very reason I got up in the morning and went to sleep at night. All he needed to do was breathe, and my heart would miss a beat.

“That’s… cool.”

I turned on the shaver and started to buzz down until I got the result I wanted. Just as expected, he looked epic with the temp fade buzz cut I gave him.

“So, what do you think?” I asked, proud of my work.

He moved his hand over his head while leaning closer to the mirror. “It looks really good. You’re talented.” Standing, he dropped the black smock over the chair.

“Why, thank you.” I beamed as we moved toward the cashier.

Once he paid, I could start cleaning and locking the place up.

“Tiff said to give you a friend’s discount ‘cause of your mom, so fifteen dollars, please,” I said and waited until he handed me a twenty.

“Thank you.”

I gave him back his change, and after tipping me, he turned to leave the shop.

“So, I’ll see you around school,” I shouted at him while his hand was already on the handle.

He looked over his shoulder with an expression I couldn’t read, before he mumbled “Okay” and left.

Jordan stayed on my mind the whole time I was cleaning up the shop. I couldn’t help but wonder how such a nice guy ended up with a beaten-up face. It seemed to me like Jordan was not just a nice guy.

Levi

Jessie had returned from work awfully jumpy.

I liked it when he was pumped up with energy, which meant he’d had a really good day. When I asked him if anything special had happened, he told me he’d had a new customer. It took him a while to get to the point because, in true Jessie style he wandered off-course, telling me about Tish’s daughter and how much he wanted to travel to India and eat curry before finally telling me that his new customer, Jordan, goes to school with us. Frankly, he didn’t say anything more about Jordan other than that he had given him a gorgeous buzz cut, and he liked being called Jordy and not Jordan.

“Are you coming to bed?” I asked as I waited for Jessie to join me under the warm blanket.

“In a sec,” he shot back, his head still buried in his tablet.

I was curious to see his latest creation. “What are you drawing?”

“A sex pose.”

“Which one?” Instead of answering, he put down his digital pen and jumped from his desk to scooch beside me on the bed. Handing me his tablet, I took it from him and looked at the art. My eyes needed a moment to adjust to the bright light coming from the screen, considering it was almost midnight, but once they did, I was again amazed by his talent.

“What do you think?”

Two of his characters, Rypka and Yezhik, were in the sixty-nine position. Rypka was a guy with short blue hair and big gray eyes who always had a pair of goggles around his pale neck, while Yezhik was tall and had spiky hair like a hedgehog’s that often changed colors. Jessie always drew them. He even made a short comic about them that he gave me for my eighteenth birthday last month.

“You remember that artist I love?”

Of course, I remembered. Jessie was obsessed with her art lately. She was a gay erotica artist who drew anime-like characters that were, more often than not, jacked men having sex. It was seriously hot, so I definitely understood the appeal.

“Anyway, she’s doing this giveaway for a free signed art print, and in order to get it, all you need to do is draw your original characters and tag her.” He leaned back against his pillow while making himself comfortable beside me. “I can win, you know?”

“Of course, you can. You’re crazy good, Kotik.” I used two fingers to zoom in on Rybka’s ass. It was so well done—the curves of his bum, the peachy color, and the bite marks on the right cheek. “But you know, social media has guidelines, and this…” I held the tablet in my hands and examined how detailed Jessie drew Yezhik’s lips stretched around Rybka’s cock. Thinking about that only made my own dick swell in my sweats, and I adjusted myself. “What I’m trying to say is, how will you show that to her?”