“Did you get the part?” Russ asked as Les came into their apartment. After he didn’t respond, Russ added, “What’s wrong?”
Les walked past Russ, who followed him to the kitchen. Les opened the refrigerator and took out a beer. He held it up. Russ nodded, his face showing concern. Les got another can out of the fridge. He handed one to his boyfriend and sat down at the breakfast bar.
“Okay, so tell me…what’s going on?” Russ pressed, sitting next to Les and laying a hand on his forearm.
“The casting director—well assistant casting director—wanted me to have s*x with him,” Les said dully before taking a swig of beer.
“Oh,” Russ said softly.
Les turned to look at him. “I didn’t. I told him I had a boyfriend. Well, I didn’t say that. I said I had someone special in my life.”
Russ squeeze
