He spoke shitty Spanish, smiling like he knew everything there was to know; he was easy with a quickie behind the bar. A week later, Juarez had him in a Bogota penthouse, spreading him out on silk sheets at five grand a week and cheap at that price.
He's pretty and easy and likes it hard and likes it fast; sex, cars, planes, name it and John wants it. It's always more, not enough, but John fucks like he was made for it, green eyes closed and head back, words caught between his teeth; one day, Juarez is going to make him scream. Juarez blows off work and takes him shopping in Rio, fucks him in four countries and wakes up Panama from a five day bender and a small, slim woman sitting by his side with a cherry-red smile and a knife at his throat.
"FBI," she says and Juarez looks at the TV across the room that broadcasts on a thousand stations the fall of his empire.
He'll see John in a thousand faces and a thousand dreams but only one more time in life; a trial, a room, and a man who sits on the stand and drawls names and dates and places, sprawled like a man in a bed in a city that Juarez hasn't seen in years.
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He spoke shitty Spanish, smiling like he knew everything there was to know; he was easy with a quickie behind the bar. A week later, Juarez had him in a Bogota penthouse, spreading him out on silk sheets at five grand a week and cheap at that price.
He's pretty and easy and likes it hard and likes it fast; sex, cars, planes, name it and John wants it. It's always more, not enough, but John fucks like he was made for it, green eyes closed and head back, words caught between his teeth; one day, Juarez is going to make him scream. Juarez blows off work and takes him shopping in Rio, fucks him in four countries and wakes up Panama from a five day bender and a small, slim woman sitting by his side with a cherry-red smile and a knife at his throat.
"FBI," she says and Juarez looks at the TV across the room that broadcasts on a thousand stations the fall of his empire.
He'll see John in a thousand faces and a thousand dreams but only one more time in life; a trial, a room, and a man who sits on the stand and drawls names and dates and places, sprawled like a man in a bed in a city that Juarez hasn't seen in years.