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Konni walked out of his matka’s place at half-past ten, then rode the train back to Manhattan, where he stopped at the sandwich shop before walking home to his apartment. After months of living with him, Sash knew the man’s routine, and the girl working at the sub shop knew Sash well enough to hand over Konni’s order when he asked for it. Outside, a urine-scented woman on the sidewalk flashed her toothless grin, giving thanks for the wrapped sandwich. “He ordered a small turkey sub and some…-
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Andrew’s fingers went numb, clutching the cold can in its brown-paper sleeve. Without warning, hands surrounded his narrow waist, yanking him into the alley. A mouth pressed to his lips as his back collided with the rough brick. He grasped the beer can tightly and swung out, striking Niko in the chest. “What the fuck are you doing?” he screamed. Niko stood there with widened eyes and flushed skin. “Never grab me like that,” he yelled. Niko moved to the opposite wall, more…-
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“Tips were shit today,” Dmitri said to his sullen coworker. The blonde’s name was Drew Celich, and his pale blue eyes were always watching something. His pouty lips were like those of a cherub in Renaissance painting, and as always, he ignored Dmitri as he sat on the bench between their lockers, trading out his dress shoes for a pair of sneakers. “Earth to Drew,” he said, sitting beside him. “You’re eighteen, right?” the boy asked, suddenly awake. “No college?” “I was…-
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Andrew happily traded the muggy air for a chilly dining room. While prepping his tables, he prepared himself for another night of serving men who reminded him of his mamka’s past boyfriends. A tall blond whose personality was as big as her bosom, mamka attracted men on any day ending in Y, but her preference for geriatrics often found her in the widow’s seat. His biological father had been ten years her senior, and when he died, the seventeen-year-old girl exited Soviet-controlled Slovakia with…-
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June drifted by quicker than it should have. Throughout July, he played at The Peninsula four nights a week and spent his evenings at the place in Brighton Beach. Andrew’s desire to be in that apartment defied logic since every man living there lacked a moral compass. Niko remained tolerable with his acceptance of Andrew’s detachment. Their relationship consisted of strolling the boardwalk every Sunday, and while Niko rambled about music, sports, and video games, Andrew said little or nothing.…-
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Cigar smoke soaked his hair and clothes, but the vodka in his blood decided there would be no shower. Andrew slipped naked between the sheets, fountain cola sweetness lingering on his tongue as Nikola’s smile invaded his thoughts. He thought of what Tadeshi said to Glass Eye and imagined the elegant man sucking the scarred one’s cock. A man’s need for sex was a stain no amount of bleach could destroy. A nervous chuckle escaped him—idiots lusted for strangers—that’s what…-
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Sash banned drugs for a reason. Drugs had poisoned Oleg Paraskevich’s mind and led the brooding Czech to give the police Nikola’s name before skipping out on bail. Niko served ninety days for fencing, which was not much of a sentence to an outsider, but being a foreign national, it left Niko with two strikes before deportation. It had taken Sash some time before he found Oly, holed up in a silver trailer near Double Trouble State Park in New Jersey. There, hidden from prying eyes in the pines,…-
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The third building down from Coney Island Avenue loomed like a cold giant, its gray-brick façade adorned with multiple AC units jutting out like unpressed buttons. Standing among the Brighton numbers, the tenement was a typical six-story bracket styled in the least brutal Eastern European aesthetic. Toy trucks and sand pails littered its tiny courtyard, while the front door glass felt more industrial than residential. There was no real lobby, just a foot of white tiles flanked by built-in postal box…-
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Andrew woke beneath the noisy Grand Central Parkway, and for the first time in weeks, he’d napped lightly and without nightmares. After a long stretch, the 74th Street sign appeared, and a traffic marker on its pole revealed them in Queens. Radek turned on Hazen Street, where he and Samil quickly took out their wallets. There was no passing through the booth ahead without stopping, and the man behind its barred glass wasn’t there to exact a toll. Armed and wearing a uniform, his smooth jaw tensed…-
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Andrew celebrated his first month in New York with a jumbo cupcake, after Samil arrived at lunch to remind him that it was Friday. The portly young man stunk of Aramis, and his ears were spotless—ears were something Andrew sought on men since he loved having his ears touched and kissed when making out. Aftershocks of what brought him to this city blunted his sexual desires, and he hadn’t fully mourned that loss, thanks to meeting Sam. The cute chub didn’t arouse him, but his energetic…-
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