Simon didn't get involved. His job was to let everyone else get involved with him, not the other way around. Right now, he was living a pretty cushy life. He came and went as he pleased, he didn't have to make himself available to anyone, and on the occasion that his old client came back from wherever else it was he lived, they sometimes had a little fun. The only thing he had to do was feed the cat and keep the plants watered. Going from high end Dom to house sitter had been easy. A natural progression. He didn't sell himself any more because he wanted to be on message with JC.

Judas knew that much at least... That he lived alone in a penthouse and minded a cat for a living. Hard job but someone had to do it.

A few more drinks and a promise to come by at last call to catch up with the bartender, Simon grabbed Judas around his artificially narrowed waist and tugged him out onto the dance floor. Dark kohl rimmed eyes gazed into paler ones.

"If I said I wanted you tonight, would you let me have you?" he asked, pulling Judas' hips towards him suggestively. Leather pants let him feel absolutely everything between them, as if there was no fabric there at all. He loved the pur of leather against fabric, even if he could t hear it, he could feel it.

Simon looked like any number of people in this club. Dancing, he was nothing special. He wasn't a great beauty. He didn't have the draw he did upstsirs. And right now, his eyes were just on Judas.