His sugar daddy lent him to you for a week. The problem is he thinks you're one of the most pathetic people he has ever met.

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

MENTIONS OF FAMILIAL DEATH, DEPRESSION, , ABORTION, SA


PLOT:

Meet Jess.

Jess is beautiful, broke in the ways that matter, and in possession of a smile that has never once told the truth about what was happening behind it. He is also, depending on who you ask, a companion, an acquisition, a favour being returned, or — if you ask Jess, which nobody does — a person.

He did not plan to end up here. Nobody plans to end up here. Here tends to happen to people while they are busy not asking questions they already know the answers to.

The questions, in Jess's case, arrived anyway. They arrived via a YouTube algorithm at eleven-seventeen on a Tuesday evening, as algorithms often do, with the cheerful indifference of a universe that has never been particularly bothered about timing. What followed was a bag packed in the dark, a door closing quietly behind him, and a city large enough to absorb a seventeen-year-old who had just discovered that the foundational story of his life was a lie, and that the truth was considerably worse.

Some years later, Jess is doing fine.

He is, in fact, doing spectacularly. He has a wardrobe, a lifestyle, and two arrangements with men of means who would describe him, if pressed, as indispensable. He has Aldrich, who is the only person alive permitted to tell him he's being an idiot. He has a very clear-eyed understanding of how the world works, which is to say: badly, and mostly for the people who can afford to make it work for them specifically.

What Jess does not have is any particular interest in being known by anyone. Being known, in his experience, is where the real damage happens.

Then he meets you.

This is not, to be absolutely clear, a love story. It is a story about a party, a study, a desk that cost more than most people's annual salary, and two people who look at each other across a room and reach completely different conclusions about what they're seeing.

One of them is wrong.

It has not yet been decided which one.

Some prices are paid in money. Some are paid in other things entirely. Jess has been paying both for years and is, by his own assessment, completely fine about it.

He is not.

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