Rafe's always thought BDSM was a hot little fantasy to jack off to and then he discovers the Hammer Club and starts to read up online, looking for clues as to how real it is. There's a Laundromat across the road from the club and he watches from there, trying to build up the courage to go in.
A bored Bobby overhears the Hammer waiters talking about the young man who sits at the Laundromat and stares at the club, and decides that someone new and fresh might be just what he needs. He sends a note to the watcher and hopes for the best.
Could sweet cherry Rafe be exactly what Bobby's been looking for?
Sweet Cherry was originally in the Cherry on Top anthology
Bobby sat at his usual table and surveyed the club. He nodded whenever he caught anyone's gaze, and tried not to sigh. Same old, same old. He almost hadn't come tonight, but at least at the Hammer he knew the food was good and there was always the off-chance that an exciting or innovative show would follow. He had a second glass of wine while he waited for his dinner to arrive.
He overheard two servers chatting as they cleaned the table next to his. "...did you see him? He's there again, pretending to read."
"He's got to have the cleanest clothes on Earth." The little blond chuckled. "I keep expecting him to get the balls to come knocking."
"You think he will? He's pretty enough, I guess..."
How curious. And precious little seemed curious to Bobby these days...
"He should. He's been out there staring for three weeks almost every night."
"Must be a student."
Well, Bobby had to admit it; he was intrigued now. Who would watch the place for three weeks and never come in? It was a contradiction -- that patience and staying power versus the lack of bravery needed to come in.
"Must be." The server smiled over at him, nodded. "Your meal should be out in just a few moments, Sir."
"Thank you, lad." It was one of the reasons he kept coming back instead of going elsewhere -- they took good care of you here.
On a sudden whim he took out a piece of paper and wrote "Join me. Bobby" on it. Folding it, he called the server over.
"Please, take this out and give it to the Laundromat watcher. Don't read it, just hand it over."
"The little dark guy? Yes, Sir. Should..." He got a quick, clever little smile. "Should I wait for an answer or just tell Jeremy to let him in, Sir?" Oh, the cheeky little shit.
He shook his head and waggled a finger at the lad, enjoying that cheekiness. "Just tell Jeremy to let him in."
"Yes, Sir." Quick as a flash the kid was gone, ass wiggling away. The lad might be fun for a night or two of playing if the watcher didn't take up his invitation.
Bobby shook his head at himself and actually chuckled. He'd just invited a man to join him, sight unseen. Now, that wasn't boring.