Hey Peter, is Stu' there?"
"Yeah, the lazy shit is still in bed. Let me call him."
There were voices, and a yell, followed by some laughing before Stuart came to the phone. "Ray, what's up?"
"Stu', need someone to help me move some kit in the gym. You got thirty mins?"
"What, you're not strong enough Ray?" he mocked.
"Shut it shrimp, just get your ass over here," I told him and hung up.
The gym was quiet for a change when Stuart finally arrived, I was thankful as it gave me an opportunity to talk.
I grinned at him. "What?" he asked with a frown.
"How was last night?"
"Busy, some teenagers were yanking my chain all night--jerks."
I nodded thoughtfully, "You're getting on OK with Peter?"
"Why you lonely old man?" He said smiling.
"No, just checking you're keeping up appearances--Chris."
He looked worried for a moment, he realised. "Grant!"
I flexed an arm. "Yeah, but I have a confession."
"Oh?"
"It was me jerking you off last night."
He blushed, "You mean Peter?"
"Hell no, I meant the teenager in the club! Shit, I don't want to know what happened last night--Stuart!"
"Jeez Grant, you sound like my dad," he retorted with a laugh.
I took a breath, he'd find out soon enough and I wasn't looking forward to telling him.