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Young, gay, tech nerd who gets convinced by a recruiter to take a job in Silicon Valley,

thinking the pay was so great, until you find out what kind of apartment that pay actually

gets you.

Of course, one can only distract themselves in work and unpacking for so long before

nature wants to take its course.

You know how this works Simon.

You're new in town.

Don't know anyone.

So you load an app.

You upload a picture and you start chatting with the first guy that responds to you.

Then you do the whole process in the usual steps.

The coffee date.

The scary movie date.

The hiking date.

And of course, all the cute little texting between the dates.

Finally, we got to the spend time alone over dinner date.

Hey you.

Finally here.

Oh, shoes off.

You can put them over there.

This place is great.

So clean and modern.

Easy to keep clean when you work from home most of the time.

You must be the best consultant in Silicon Valley to afford this.

I sit on the company bus for an hour every day.

Work my ass off till 5.30.

Sit in traffic an hour back.

And even then all I can afford is a shoebox with no furniture.

Do you ever feel pressure to rustle up clients?

Actually, I don't need clients.

I'm lucky that way.

How does that work?

I just have one client that I work exclusively for.

Well, too technically.

They're a gay couple who own their own business.

Kind of business.

Websites mostly.

You'll meet them soon.

We're good friends.

Thanks for dinner.

You don't want to leave.

Wow.

My one minute.

Yeah.

Breathing.

Shallow.

Mouth.

Try.

Terrified of what could happen next.

Yes.

My is Danny terrified.

I don't know.

I don't.

You're thinking.

I'm I not.

Yes.

You're perfect.

I never been with anyone in that way.

Not like that.

You know what I'm talking about.

So obviously attention to that guy.

Constant texting during the day.

It's a little puppy desperate for attention.

More romantic hikes.

And of course, a lot more of that.

I'm not going to be a great princess for the next step in the online gay dating tango.

You nervous?

No, I'm fine.

Lance and Christian are great.

You like them.

I'm sure.

Just worried they're not going to like me.

Especially since you work for them.

I mean, it's a double whammy.

I'm meeting your bosses and your friends all at the same time.

No, I'm going to be a good boy tonight.

Hello.

Yes, I've arrived.

I'm Lance.

I'm going to be right back.

This is my husband, Christian.

For better or for worse?

Don't hold Lance here against me, okay?

He won't.

I promise.

This place is amazing.

No.

Thank you.

It's so great to finally meet you, Danny, in the flesh.

Kyle, I tried to keep us from you.

Presumably good.

I just hope I can live up to the height.

But you're certainly key to in person than you are in your Facebook pictures.

In those eyes.

Bound with green flecks.

You see that, Lance?

Great eyes.

I'm just saying the monogamy is done.

Over.

Windows 98.

Danny, you barely said anything.

What do you think?

I think that staying faithful to one person sounds okay to me.

Yeah, it sounds okay at first and then...

...here three happens.

We know couples who are monogamous.

Richard or Mark?

They stay faithful.

They sleep in separate bedrooms.

I don't think they've seen each other make it in years.

It's sad, really, to not yourself like that.

I wouldn't need anyone else.

Kyle is the best thing to ever happen to me.

Lance is very blunt.

Total open book.

It can be overwhelming.

Yeah, it doesn't bother me.

You've been with Kyle for how long?

Six weeks.

Six weeks tomorrow.

Look, I know you don't have much experience with relationships.

I can tell Kyle means a lot to you and that's super sweet.

If you want to keep Kyle, if you actually want to make the relationship work,

you're going to have to stop holding on so tight.

You start putting requirements on people, especially those you care about.

You're going to snuff out that flame.

I don't think I follow.

After being with Lance for five years, I've learned that it's just much more lucrative

in these situations.

So just use lighter fluid instead of water.

Don't be afraid to let that flame burn.

It's out for some fun.

What are you doing?

Are you freaked out?

Yeah.

You were freaked out.

I thought you weren't into tracks.

I'm not.

Trust me, Lance and Christian aren't methods.

It's not like they do this every day.

It's like why it's a night.

Danny, I really like you.

Which means I want to be totally honest with you.

Lance and Christian get high sometimes when I come over.

Okay.

Is there a house I got that?

You're the thing, though.

I don't just let them get high.

Get off on them doing it.

I don't think I'm a wall.

Crystal meth makes you incredibly horny.

Sex is fantastic on it.

I want to do anything and everything with every body part.

I have smoked.

I used to.

Yeah.

Not anymore, I swear.

Not for years.

But...

I like watching them have sex.

It's just weird.

I know.

This is intense for you.

But can you try this with me?

Not having sex with me.

Not that.

I want that.

Just watch with me.

Or...

Better?

You can focus on getting each other off.

I'm...

You're a best.

I know.

But you don't have to be.

I'm here.

You're safe.

It'll be hot.

You might like it.

You trusted me with your body that first night you slept next to me.

Trust me again.

Trust me.

Trust me again.

Trust me again.

Trust me again.

Trust me again.

Trust me again.

Trust me again.

Good morning.

Hey.

You alright?

I'm okay.

Sometimes we get on last night.

More like three o'clock this morning.

Thanks for last night.

You're welcome.

You know, you don't have to do that again if you don't want to.

It's fine.

Whatever.

Just fine.

Okay.

It was kind of fun.

Different.

That was the most fun I ever had doing that.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

That was the most fun I ever had doing that.

Totally because you were there.

Let's sleep.

Think.

Still asking doubts.

What do Lansing Christian really do?

I know you maintain their websites and update their servers, but it seems like they steered the conversation away any time I asked about their actual business.

Did they?

Seems like they did.

See?

Here it is again.

It's like a weird dodge to a simple question.

How do Lansing Christian make their money?

Yeah.

Lansing Christian are somewhat discreet about their businesses.

They both used to be software engineers for big companies before doing their own thing.

Don't tell me they're drug dealers?

No.

They enjoy drugs for sure, but they don't sound.

So what is it?

They're porn sites.

No big deal.

What?

Kind of porn sites.

Nothing out there.

It's guys fucking sucking the usual mostly.

Mostly?

Okay, the tickling site is a little weird maybe, but certainly nothing illegal or gross.

And you do what?

You maintain their servers?

Pretty much.

I update the site too.

Organized the banner ads.

They make that much money from it.

They make serious money just from the ones I work on.

I know they have other sites too with guys just like me on the payroll keeping it all running like clockwork.

Really, they pay you well?

Very well.

Look around.

It's all because of Lance and Christian.

It's a perfect setup for me.

I work from home.

The work itself isn't very hard.

Take vacations pretty much whenever I want.

And I can watch them film what I like.

They actually make porn too.

Sometimes.

Are there VIP members?

They find people to do certain scenes that get requested by them.

What kind of scenes?

I've only known them two times since I started working for them that they put these VIP scenes together.

One was bringing some gay porn star with a 10 inch dick from the 80s out of retirement to fuck some twink.

The other was a couple of identical twin brothers fucking each other.

They paid them something like 10,000 bucks to do it.

All cash.

Crazy.

I wish I could say I was shocked, but after meeting them I can't say that I am.

Promise you?

They're on the up and up.

Either taxes and play by the Internet's rules.

It may be perbs, but they're on criminals.

Yeah.

Okay, just a second.

Yeah.

Okay, just a second.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Yes, subnet mask is in place.

No, I checked it myself.

It's totally secure through the VPN.

No one gets in without that psyche, not even the feds.

Lance, this is what happens when you take two hits off of that pipe.

I'm on top of things.

Oh come on, we don't have to talk about that now.

Fine. I don't think he's game for it.

What alternative?

I can't be serious.

I don't think I can do.

Okay.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I'll get it done.

I don't remember Kyle coming to bed at all that night.

The next morning, he was still at his laptop in the kitchen.

Did I have a sleep last night?

Not much.

Coffee?

Absolutely.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

I'm just really tired.

Didn't get me sleep.

Plus Lance is pushing me to finish this new setup for one of the sites.

How's my on edge?

No, we have to go over tonight if you don't want to.

Missing Lance's birthday is not an option.

I don't own you.

Fuck!

Don't pull that shit.

God damn it. I'm sorry.

Just had a real bad night.

I'll get some sleep and be fine for later.

You sure?

Positive.

Tell you what.

Let's get through tonight and then let's plan a trip.

Just you and I.

Really?

Where to?

I don't know.

Anywhere. Fucking Disneyland.

I don't care. Wherever you want.

I'd love that.

The romantic weekend way together and I couldn't have been happier.

That day at work went so fast.

All I could think about was Kyle and me and some bungalow drinking wine and having sex in front of a fireplace.

The only thing that worried me was that Kyle didn't answer any of my texts.

And when you text someone, especially someone you care about,

when they don't answer your texts, you start creating all sorts of stories in your head.

None of them good.

Instant communication turning into false silences.

What a joke.

It's open.

You look not great.

I know.

Still kind of wiped out.

Yeah.

Are you gonna get dressed or is this evening canceled?

Danny, leave me.

What? What is this?

There's still time.

You should turn around, walk out that door and never come back.

Delete my number.

You should probably change yours too.

You're not making any sense.

Just tell me what happened.

I started this.

All of this.

It's just you and me here.

I'm a bad person, Danny.

You're not.

Stop that.

I work for online pornographers.

That doesn't matter.

They use people.

Exploit people.

For money.

Money that I help them make.

That isn't you.

How do you know?

What?

No, really.

How do you know?

I mean shit.

What the hell do you really know about me after two and a half months?

Not to mention Lansing Christian.

I've done bad things and I have to keep doing bad things.

It's not going to work.

Danny, you need to leave.

No.

Why?

Because I love you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

I do.

I really do.

I really do.

I really love you.

And I really love you.

I love you.

I do. I really do.

And you don't have to say anything.

And I know you may not feel the same way,

but it's going to take a hell of a lot more than two

unmind porn producers to keep me away from you.

But I'm trapped, Annie.

No, you're not. Just leave.

How the hell can I do that?

It's easy.

Send a true word text. I quit.

And then what happens after that?

Then you find another job.

You have more credible skills, more than me, and I found a job here.

I couldn't afford to live here anymore.

And you've been with me.

What?

Yeah. Why not?

It almost sounds nice.

We could be happy.

I don't need a fancy car or a trendy apartment.

You're not.

None of this is mine, by the way.

What do you mean?

I don't get paid a salary.

This apartment, my car, my clothes,

even the fucking wine.

I'm not a Christian pay for it all.

When I need something, I go to them with my hand out and show them the receipt.

So, yeah, Danny, they really do own me.

Jesus.

I have nothing.

You have me.

And I'm not going anywhere.

Fuck it.

Tomorrow I quit.

Quit all of this shit.

You sure?

No.

We'll figure the details out later, right?

Absolutely.

What about tonight?

Pizza?

Netflix?

Couch?

Sounds like this night just got a whole lot better.

Okay.

Pizza is on the way.

Hey.

It's not going to work out.

I know.

To us.

The better future.

The better future.

The better future.

The better future.

The better future.

Hey.

Hey, finally up.

Was about to check on you.

I don't remember falling asleep last night.

You conked out after your third glass of wine.

Three glasses of wine?

Yeah.

And you took my clothes off?

No. You did that.

After the movie, I got you up and we went to bed.

And I took my clothes off?

Yeah.

I don't remember that.

And I never sleep naked.

Well, I certainly didn't mind.

Maybe your subconscious mind had other plans.

Wait.

Do we have sex last night?

There it is.

You do remember.

I don't remember having sex last night.

You don't?

Kind of surprising since you were so...

Frisky.

Frisky.

Yeah.

We weren't in bed for more than five minutes when you basically...

...jumped me.

Hey.

Fuck, I don't remember having sex.

We went to bed.

You got naked.

You started kissing me.

Gave me some great head.

I never even moved.

It stayed on my back the whole time.

It was all about you.

Was I really that sexy?

Fuck.

I didn't use that condom, did I?

Condom?

I didn't use that condom.

I didn't use that condom.

Did I?

Condom?

I didn't use that condom.

I didn't use that condom.

Did I?

Condom?

Hell, you didn't even use lube.

Fuck.

Hey, don't worry.

I'm on prep.

Been taking it for a year.

I'm not on prep.

Doesn't matter.

I am and I'm negative.

Obviously you are too, so it's no big deal.

Wait.

If you're on prep then why have we been using condoms?

They don't want to pressure you.

Hey, for what it's worth?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It will never happen again, I promise.

Mmm, such a fucking lightweight.

Three glasses of wine fucked me up.

Might be coming down with something.

True.

I'm gonna take a hot shower and try to feel better.

Okay.

Yeah, he's on.

No, I don't think so.

I don't want to talk about it.

No.

No, Danny and I are going away on a trip together.

Because I need to.

Maybe I have some money saved.

What do you care?

Do I really need to?

Fine, yeah, whatever.

Look, you lance.

Hey, feeling better?

A little.

Yeah, my head's feeling clearer.

Good.

I'm gonna run a lance in Christians for a bit.

It shouldn't take long.

You're still gonna quit, right?

Yeah.

Just gotta tie up some loose ends.

I think you just cut them off as soon as possible.

I'm doing that.

There's no reason to make this harder than it has to be.

I'm gonna finish this last project, get my bonus from them.

We go away at a nice trip and then I'm done with them, okay?

Okay.

You rest.

I'll bring us home some dinner, then we can talk about where we want to go.

Sounds great.

I love you.

I love you too.

You forgot your laptop.

I love you too.

I love you too.

I love you too.

I love you too.

I love you too.