They’re by the shore, listening to the sound of waves in sea-salt tinged air. Just the two of them and a beach that stretches on for miles, an ocean that goes on even further than that.

For the fifth time that month, Chet was asking for him again.

It wasn’t unusual for clients to have favourites. Everyone had their favourite bunny, the one they went to the club for. They liked the allure, the skimpy outfits and sex appeal, not to mention the drinks. It wasn’t unusual to be ogled as you poured someone shots and when that happened, you made sure to show off your body.

Chet Chester sat on the bed and thought about phone sex.

One week later, he was finally home.

The trip felt like it lasted forever, even though it hadn't. Seven days wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but it was a lot when it came to missing Sol. Even though they called almost every day, it still wasn’t the same. That was how love felt sometimes.

The thirty-second annual Fitzroy Winter Ball was just as bad as the thirty-first, and that one was just as bad as the thirtieth. They left early with some made-up excuse and now Chet was home, stumbling over the doorway as Sol leaned against his shoulder. She was giggling, pink from one glass of champagne and pulling on his tie. Trying to take it off, except all she did was tighten it more.

Chet Chester had it good. Somewhere along the line, he became rich and successful, with a job at the world’s largest soup company. He was well-off and married to a smoking hot woman who happened to be the soup heiress, and now he paraded around with the look of a man happy with his life.

Apparently, that meant he invited his high school frenemies to house parties.

Sometimes Bill wondered why his life was the way it was. He was two times divorced and rapidly reaching a midlife crisis, with a football career that never got off the ground. Yet two weeks ago, he was in a threesome with Chet Chester and his hot wife.

Under a spray of scalding hot water, Chet stood in the shower and sighed. Today was a good day.

It started from an innocent question. A silly one, really.

“What’s your favourite position?”

The text Chet sent him said “going away on a business trip. come over?” When Bill saw it, there was no doubt in his mind about what they were going to do.