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As he ran, Don surveyed the city sprawl. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rooftop gym he could see clear to the river, a thin ribbon sparkling in the early morning sun. It was beautiful out, not a cloud in the sky. Far below, tiny people scurried in the long shadow of the chrome and glass building like so many cockroaches. Small people going about with their small lives.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid I tell you I climbed the CN Tower four times on this baby yesterday?\u201d Steve said, his breathing labored.<\/p>\n
Don looked over at Steve on the stair climber and gave him a smile. \u201cTell me when you\u2019ve done the Niesenlauf even once\u2026 then<\/em> I\u2019ll care.\u201d<\/p>\n Steve laughed, a bead of sweat following the line of his jaw like a tear. He shook his head in reply. \u201cAlways so fucking hard to impress.\u201d<\/p>\n Chuckling, Don nodded, glancing down at the display on the treadmill. He was already at six kilometres and hadn\u2019t broken a sweat yet. His body was a well-oiled machine\u2014hard, lean, and clean.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, hey,\u201d Steve said. \u201cThat reminds me\u2026. Ever skull-fuck a live person?\u201d<\/p>\n Don quirked an eyebrow at his junior partner. There had to have been at least one<\/em> who\u2019d been alive, albeit briefly, but he couldn\u2019t remember. Things got sort of murky when he was really immersed<\/em>. He shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t recall. Maybe?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI mean, without<\/em> killing them.\u201d Steve\u2019s smile stretched wider in his tanned face. He was handsome, almost perfect, but the nose needed a little work, in Don\u2019s opinion.<\/p>\n \u201cExplain.\u201d His interest was definitely piqued.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I found this lady with one eye who\u2019ll let you stick your dick in her empty socket for a grand,\u201d Steve said, huffing as he climbed stairs. \u201cI mean\u2026 there are some size constraints and you can\u2019t go in more than an inch or so,\u201d He reached for his towel and wiped his face, \u201cbut, real orbital fucking, baby. Far out, right?\u201d<\/p>\n Don frowned, skeptical.<\/p>\n Steve circled his own eye with a finger, explaining, \u201cthe bone was eaten away by something\u2014cancer maybe\u2014so the hole is big enough, you know?\u201d<\/p>\n Intrigued, Don nodded. \u201cAll right, but can you cum in her socket or do you have to pull out?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know. I forgot to ask.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHm.\u201d Don checked his pulse and found it was still cruising along at a steady 96 bpm. \u201cAnd where did you find<\/em> this woman?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThrough that guy we met at the club on Friday.\u201d<\/p>\n Don nodded. \u201cThe one who only fucks amputees?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah\u2026 him. The woman lives out in Mile-End.\u201d<\/p>\n The treadmill beeped as Don racked up another kilometre. There was<\/em> at least five grand in the office safe.<\/p>\n \u201cDoes she make house calls?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYep.\u201d Steve stopped climbing and stood panting, sweat pouring down his face. \u201cYou in?\u201d<\/p>\n Pensive, Don turned off the treadmill and stepped down, pulling off his shorts as he walked. He dropped them at the pool\u2019s edge and dived into the water naked, swimming to the far end before surfacing. As the small waterfall misted him with its spray, Don wiped water from his eyes and stared at Steve. A new experience would<\/em> break up the monotony of the week. Wednesdays were so dull.<\/p>\n \u201cSure,\u201d he finally replied. \u201cWe\u2019ll go over the Fendix Merger first, but if she\u2019s available this afternoon, let\u2019s say\u2026 three?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have the Dobson meeting at three,\u201d Steve said, walking towards the pool.<\/p>\n \u201cCan you move it?\u201d<\/p>\n Steve paused, thinking. \u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood.\u201d Don stared at Steve\u2019s chest. It was broader than his own but less furry and it glistened with sweat. Steve\u2019s ribs still heaved with his breathing. Pathetic<\/em>.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d Don said sharply when Steve began lowering his own shorts to join him in the pool. \u201cGo take a shower first. You\u2019re disgusting.\u201d<\/p>\n Steve looked down at himself. \u201cSorry. Fuck\u2026 yeah, sorry Don,\u201d he said, his voice meek. \u201cI wasn\u2019t thinking.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd clean your ass while you\u2019re at it,\u201d Don added after a thought. \u201cI\u2019m feeling tense<\/em>.\u201d He liked the way Steve flinched at his words, turning pale beneath his flawless tan. The lines of Steve\u2019s jaw tightened, and he gave Don a forced smile. Christ<\/em>, he was such a pussy when it came to pain.<\/p>\n \u201cSure thing, Don,\u201d Steve replied in an overly cheerful voice, turning towards the showers. \u201cI\u2019m on it.\u201d<\/p>\n Don watched Steve leave, his eyes on that perfectly pert, muscular behind. He was<\/em> impressed with Steve\u2019s novel suggestion. He smiled, deciding that if it all went well today, he\u2019d give Steve a small bonus\u2014a token, really\u2014but if that brought more of these novel suggestions\u2026 well, it was money well spent. Don chuckled to himself and dove beneath the surface, seeing how many laps he could swim before Steve\u2019s return.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" As he ran, Don surveyed the city sprawl. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the rooftop gym he could see clear to the river, a thin ribbon sparkling in the early morning sun. It was beautiful out, not a cloud in the sky. Far below, tiny people scurried in the long shadow of the chrome and glass building like so many cockroaches. Small people going about with their small lives. \u201cDid I tell you I climbed the CN Tower four times on this baby yesterday?\u201d Steve said, his breathing labored. Don looked over at Steve on the stair climber and gave … <\/p>\n