In The Room: ion Overflow c225i

In The Room: ion Overflow By Diana James

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Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 1

My knees hurt from staying like this for so long. I got down on my knees wanting to pray, but what's the point of prayer? Prayer wouldn't bring back my house, unburn all the pieces of burnt wood I saw on the ground, or bring the love of my life back. I'm only grateful that I was given a whole paid month off to deal with all this trouble. But a month's pay cannot rebuild all that I've lost. Neither can the insurance money I'm receiving.

They really want to squash everything to the lowest possible value so that they keep their pockets full. I fully expect a rough sketch of what in my eyes was a mansion, and it's not making me feel any better. At least the insurance is paying for this hotel room, god knows I deserve it, even if I'll pay them back anyway. The concept of insurance is strange.

I get off my knees and onto the bed. My head is spinning, images of everything I've lost are plastered at the front of my mind. I can't even cry, crying won't bring back anything. I reach into my suitcase that I've set at the foot of the bed, and my hand comes out with an expensive bottle of booze, I bought this earlier but haven't been able to bring myself to drink it.

I get up so I can get myself a cup, scanning the whole room first before walking towards some cabinets. I find what I'm looking for, a little plastic cup and fill it up to the brim. I slowly tiptoe towards the balcony door, trying to keep myself steady so I don't spill my drink, but I see the pointlessness of it and take a sip, just to remove the danger.

I get to the balcony and lean my bottom against the chest-high wall. I look down at all the life below, city lights and the sounds of happy people. Some of them are sad though, I think. Sad like me. It would be so easy to jump off the eleventh

floor right now. But jumping wouldn't bring back all that I've lost, or my happiness, so I won't. I'll just wallow in my sadness until I find the strength to find happiness again. I take a sip, scrunching up my face at the bitter taste.

I've never liked the taste of alcohol, but right now it's all I have, so I sip until it's half empty. I need a seat, so I go back into the room to get myself a chair, dragging it across the carpet on my way back to the balcony. I place it against the side wall and take a seat, taking a few more sips of my drink. The cup is a small one but it feels huge. It probably won't even have an effect on my state of mind.

I heard there's a swimming pool on the roof of the hotel room, it's probably in one of the brochures that I didn't bother to read. Water might probably make me feel better. I take the quickest of showers and dry myself off, noting that it was my first cleanup of the day yet it was after 9.30 PM. I get some briefs on and a vest and a white cosy bathrobe. I leave my room, walking opposite the direction of the elevator. I end up next door and just standing here, not exactly sure what I'm waiting for. Maybe I'm not so sober after all.

I knock on the door.

Nothing.

I knock again.

Again nothing.

I'm about to leave when I hear footsteps, getting louder as they get closer to the door. A shadow covers the light coming from underneath the door, and the door opens slowly. I take a sip from my refilled cup and look up to see the door open.

A mean looking face stands in front of mine, a couple of inches above mine. I almost forget what I came here for.

He speaks first, almost growling, "you looking for something?"

His voice is unwelcoming, silently screaming at me to leave. But I came here for something.

"You weren't jerking off were you," I say, hoping to lighten the air around us. His mean expression doesn't change.

"Not anymore," he replies.

Okay. I figure it's best to get to the point of why some robed stranger is knocking on his hotel room door so late at night.

"I heard there's a pool at the roof, you wanna go check it out?"

A couple of unreadable emotions by his face, I only notice confusion, until he just exhales.

"Sure, let me get dressed," he says as he closes the door in my face and retreats, leaving me just standing here. Luck isn't on my side today, if I were to choose a thousand strangers to hang out with, his mean face wouldn't make the list.

Five minutes and I'm beginning to think he just said he was coming to get me off his back. I realize how weird it is for me to be just standing here in the middle of the hallway in front of someone else's room. I hope if there's anybody monitoring the surveillance video, they don't call the cops on me.

He comes out finally, dressed in a similar fashion to mine, in slippers and a white vest, with the robe covering whatever he is wearing below. He says nothing, and I just say "okay" as we begin to walk towards the elevator. He presses the button and we wait. The elevator is coming up slowly from the fourth floor as we wait in silence. 4, 5, 6, 7...

He crosses his arms and I take another sip of my drink, wishing the elevator would get here so this awkward silence would end already. He takes the cup from my hand and takes a sip.

"Hey," I said, annoyed. I aggressively avoid such aggressive people, but this is my mess so I have nobody else to blame. He takes a sip, and it's half empty again. He hands me back my drink. Now I don't want it. Luckily the elevator doors finally open and we enter.

There are many buttons in rows of 3. On the top row the first one is "G" and on the bottom row last one is "R" and there are a bunch of other buttons below and above, leading to the basements, parking lot and god knows where else. He rams his finger on the "R" before I can even lift my hand up. Fuck me.

I close my eyes as the elevator takes us to the roof. I hope he can tell I'm already annoyed. I forget that I don't want my drink anymore and take a sip, suddenly ing when it's already in my mouth and putting it back into the cup. I hope he didn't notice that the level of the drink didn't change. I think I'm being mean and unreasonable, so I just lift the drink back to my lips and sip after all. It feels weird.

The elevator stops finally, and I get out of my head and out of the elevator. The space is huge. There's a huge pool and a jacuzzi and a bar. There's a couple of people in the pool, and only two in the jacuzzi. We can probably find a spot in the pool where we can just hang out as the two of us, but I don't really want that. The jacuzzi is just a small round pool and it's got this unavoidable couple inside, so it's the best option for me.

I look at him and see him looking around too.

"Jacuzzi?" I ask.

He makes a small shrug and begins walking towards the jacuzzi, almost leaving me behind. Again, ugh. I walk up to him and immediately noticed the couple's brightening faces as we approach. The man and woman are about middle aged and both in good shape, both very beautiful. I smile at them and he just nods.

"Hiiiii," the woman says with much enthusiasm as we get to the jacuzzi. I can't match her excitement so I won't even try.

"Hi you two," I say, trying just to seem familiar and approachable. We take off our robes at the same time, and I reveal my tight black briefs as he reveals his tight black boxer briefs. Oh no, I think. The woman cheerfully slaps her man on the shoulder, giving us that awww face. I'm already unsure about her. I ignore her.

We proceed to move into the jacuzzi. He slips into the water with his vest on, while I sit at the top of the pool, letting just my lower legs taste the warm water. I take off my vest and put it on top of the robe which I had just thrown onto the floor. I see the couple staring at me, already knowing these two are a very unusual pair.

"Nice guns," the guy says staring from my arms to my now slightly hairy torso to my legs. I shouldn't have taken off the vest. I shake off the aggressive

"swingers" vibe I'm getting from them, and just thank him nonchalantly. I don't work out enough to feel like he's being genuine, and their compliments aren't making me feel any better. I move lower into the water until it's at my chest and just wait for someone to say something so they can stop staring at us.

"I'm Mark," the guy says finally, "and this is my friend Hanna."

Friend... Sure.

I nod and flash a fake smile at them and say nothing, choosing instead to take a sip of my drink. There's more silence between us, awkward for me because they're still staring, and because I realize they introduced themselves and we both said nothing. I extend my hand to them, first lightly shaking Hanna's hand, then moving to Mark. He has a firm grip, and I refuse to read into it. Drunk couples are the worst.

"Nice to meet both of you," I say after shaking their wet hands.

"You two are a cute couple," Mark says, cutting me off before I introduce myself. I fully expected Hanna to say this line when we disrobed, but it shocked me either way. I clear my throat.

"We're not a couple," I said, adding a fake laugh to the end of the sentence, "we actually just met less than thirty minutes ago on the eleventh floor."

That sentence was unusually long for me, maybe the alcohol is beginning to kick in. I turn to the guy beside me.

"What's your name?"

He just looks at me, then he finally speaks after about 5 seconds.

"Tyler," he says, "Tyler Hansen," he finishes.

"Oh," I say nodding, "like James Bond?"

He realizes what I'm getting at and a semblance of a smile finally forms on his lips, finally. I smile at him.

"Danny Brown," I say. We leave it at that, and I turn to the couple in front of us, smiling, probably in disbelief. How can these men who are wearing matching underwear and making jokes expect us to belief they're not a couple, is what they're probably thinking. I ignore the looks, and decide to change the conversation.

"What time does the bar close?"

"At 10," she replies enthusiastically. I fully believe she's high.

"We better get some drinks then," I say, trying to reach my hand out to grab my cup. I can't feel it anywhere so I turn my head, and notice it's in Tyler's hand. He takes the final sip, emptying it, and I hope he doesn't find out I spit into that cup earlier. He looks like he has it in him to kill me.

"Yes," Hanna nods, "we better do."

She swiftly gets up and out of the pool.

"I can do it," I say suddenly, hoping to escape this hell, but she shrugs me off, saying it's no trouble and almost skipping towards the bar.

She was in a small red bikini, revealing all her curves. We all stared at her as she bounced away, probably thinking different things. I only wondered what was wrong with her.

"So what brings you guys into the hotel lifestyle of New York?"

I didn't know checking into a hotel was a lifestyle. Mark probably had a very different idea than what was actually going on. I decided to be honest.

"My house burnt to the ground and I had nowhere else to go," I say casually. They both look at me, and Mark's wide eyed expression changes to a laughing one, and the laugh quickly changes back to the wide eyes.

"Wait you're serious?"

I nod and add, "and I was dumped by the love of my life too."

Mark looks shocked, like he hasn't ever heard of someone going through a rough time.

"Sorry about all that," he says, I just shrug whatever and turn my head to Tyler. He quickly changes his expression from the shock of hearing my brief story to his usual frown.

"Same story," he says. I raise an eyebrow at him. That was definitely not true.

"I just came to plunder through what I have left after the divorce," he said. Now that's a story. I turn my head to focus more on him and his story, but he's stopped. Hearing him speak, I note the obvious southern accent in his raspy voice, but it's almost like he's trying to conceal it.

"Spending it in a four star hotel is one way I guess," I say. He just lightly shrugs, obviously not wanting to add more. I turn my head back to Mark.

"What about you, what brings you into the 'hotel room lifestyle'?" I asked, using my hands to motions air quotes around his phrase.

He looks uncomfortable for just a split second.

"Well," he starts, "Hanna and I used to date, a very long time ago, and now she's brought me here on her dime. I think she wants to reconnect romantically."

I smile, amused by his story. What if he's in a relationship? I feel like he feels like she's in over her head, but at the same time he hasn't tried to stop her, so I just wait for him to finish. Tyler is amused by the story too, and he jumps in before the guy can continue.

"She's hoping you two will get it on," he says, suddenly becoming alive at the sound of Mark's melodramatic misfortune. Marks sighs.

"I think so," he says, "but I just told her I was single then she just..."

"She doesn't know you now proudly bat for the other team," Tyler says, finishing his statement for him. This story seems to have woken him up, or maybe it was the booze. Mark doesn't say anything, just turns his head to face the bar. Hanna is making her way back, bouncing towards us with a bottle and three glasses.

"What are you guys talking about," she says as she sets the bottle down and gets into the pool.

"Nothing," Tyler says, flashing his teeth for the first time since I've seem him, "just getting to know each other."

She smiles at him and pops open the champagne bottle. She hands Mark a glass, and I reach my hand out for my little plastic cup, only to discover it's not where Tyler left it, but back in his hands again. He smiles at me too, and I ignore him and take a glass from Hanna. She pours for all of us and we get into conversation.

The conversation lasts for about an hour, mostly Mark and Hanna talking about their lives. I try to not make any depressing additions into the conversations, and Tyler does too. I learn that they both work in marketing, which is how they met when they were still in college. They dated for a year then separated. Mark had stayed here while Hanna moved away with her husband, but she came back

when he died of a heart attack, hoping to reconnect to more meaningful times. Mark had stayed "unmarried" the whole time, and was only happy to reconnect with an old friend. Clearly their minds weren't at the same place.

We let them talk about whatever else and just took in everything they said. I make up some fake story about how I'm using my vacation time at work to enjoy the luxury of a hotel, not wanting to depress both myself and everyone else. Tyler says a similar story, talking about how he had made so much money from the last harvest on his farm that he had saved enough to come and enjoy the city life. Hanna is glad to hear this, thank God.

It is time to leave, and Hanna and Mark say their goodbyes and walk over to the lift, disappearing behind the metal doors. I'm alone with Tyler again, and this time it's not as awkward as the first time. I start laughing. He asks what I'm laughing at. I catch my breath to speak.

"I just can't believe how horrible everything is," I say then change the subject, "she just buys anything anyone tells her huh?"

He smiles and nods, maybe uncomfortably, I can't tell.

I ask him, "what happened with you and your wife?"

He tries to get serious again, but he fails, he can't keep it to himself anymore.

"She just didn't like the man I had turned into," he says in a low voice, "I wasn't very good to her."

I shrug, "at least you realize that."

He shrugs too, "I see it now, I was punching holes in all the walls the night she left, then the next day she files for divorce and says she's with someone else, I completely lost it."

His movements are comical, raising his hands almost angrily as he explains. I wonder what it looks like when he's lost it, he's had it together for most of the time I've known him but judging just by his mean face, I know he can get scary. I hope he didn't harm her in any way.

He's a bit riled up when he finishes his story, but he calms down and decides to turn the focus back to me.

"What happened to the love of your life?"

"Well," I say, not really knowing where to start and which part of the story to tell.

"He left me a few days before my house went up in flames, found someone else," I say, deciding to sweetly summarize the story.

He just says "oh" with an unreadable expression. It's not such a shocking story, but maybe he is just shocked about the he. He lets it go and proceeds to ask, "and the house?"

"I don't know," I say, sighing, it had only been a few days since my house burnt down so I really didn't know much, "it looks like they're gonna say it was an accident."

It does look like that. An accident that happened in an empty house four whole hours after I'd left. If they rule the fire accidental I might just sue the city, and even the governor, even the president. I think I would've been told by now if there were any suspicious circumstances.

I sigh again, long and low. I'm beginning to feel sad again.

"It'll be okay," he says, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I look up at his face and try to imagine what he's saying is true. His face looks different without his usual mean demeanor. His whole body looks different. I let myself notice how he looks, how his vest is hugging his muscles and how approachable this version of him looks.

"I hope so," I say, returning his smile. For a second I let him make me believe it, then he shifts and removes his hand from me.

I think about his story again, how he says there was a different version of him, maybe that's why my plastic cup is still only half full, maybe he's holding his liquor so he doesn't lose it. I hope that's not how it appears when I try to hold my liquor too, but so what if it is? I'm way beyond what people think of me.

I notice my glass is still more than half full, and take a small sip.

I ask him, "what happened to the farm?"

I've heard him talking about harvests, so I assume there's a farm.

"I still own a small portion of the land but now I'm renting it out. My ex wife took the bigger portion and most of my money," he says getting upset. Talking about his ex wife really seems to rile him up.

"I made a bit of money from the last harvest on the whole land and I think she let me keep it all just to get me off her back, but what's one harvest's money when you've taken everything else huh?"

He seems hurt when he talks about her, but from his own stories about her it seems she's completely over him. Good for her.

I only nod, not wanting to tell him it's probably his own fault and how it was probably better for her to leave him. If his own version of events paints him in such a bad light, I can only imagine how he looks in her version.

"But you've changed right?" I ask. I can only hope so.

"Well, yes," he says raising my half full plastic cup. I nodded again, getting his message.

"You miss farming?"

He nods.

"You miss her?"

His whole demeanor changes and he goes quiet again. He stands up and gets into

his slippers and robe, wet underwear and all. I've definitely struck a nerve.

"Time to call it a night," he says, standing above me, apparently waiting. I get out of the pool and dress up and we begin walking side by side towards the elevator. I make it a mission to know more about this man and his story. We get into the elevator and I brace for another awkward ride down. He walks in first and leans his back against the wall, while I'm holding on to one of the bars with my hand.

I think about him, how he changes so quickly. I pray that he didn't hurt anybody back at his home, that he's not running from the cops. Meeting someone like that, no matter how brief a meeting, would not be good for my well-being. His quick mood changes are a sign of a short temper. But his stories and his comical movements let me think he has a sense of humor, probably when he's talking about things other than his ex wife. I can see him making a group laugh with those huge gestures.

I turn to look at him, and notice he averts his eyes suddenly. I exhale amusedly, and keep my eyes locked onto him, just taking him in. He has about two inches of black hair, probably from not shaving it because of all his stress, and big brown eyes. He has a pronounced moustache amidst a poorly maintained stubble, also seeming to be from not keeping up with a shaving routine. His lips look pouty, probably because he is pouting, still angry about his ex wife.

I stop looking, not wanting to give him the wrong idea. Wouldn't be the first time a guy thinks I'm attracted to him just because they've learned I'm gay. I don't need that drama.

The elevator stops finally and we get out and begin walking towards our rooms. Mine comes first, and I stop in front of my door, not knowing what to say at this point.

"Well good night," I say. He stops and turns to look at me.

"Good night," he says back, smiling. It's weird how he's warmed up to me, but I guess two hours is enough time for two people to know each other. We extend a hand towards each other and almost shake hands, but we end up with our hands just touching and exchanging my plastic cup between our hands, breaking when he moves towards his room. The feeling of his fingers lingers on mine. I ignore it, and blame it on the alcohol. He opens his room and enters, and I do the same.

As soon as I close the door I immediately take off the robe and the wet underwear, choosing to stay in just the vest and nothing else. Tyler is probably doing the same in the next room, but enough about him.

Should I sleep now? I don't feel sleepy, so I decide to watch porn instead. I turn on my laptop and get some Vaseline from my suitcase to use as lube while it turns on. The hotel has good Wi-Fi, and it's better to use it for something else other than stalking my ex and his new boy toy, so I get on some gay porn website and start browsing. I see one video that's interesting enough and settle on it. It starts off with two guys naked and making out, but from the thumbnail I already know there's more than five other guys showing up so I use this between-time to let my dick show it's approval of my choice on it's own. It

approves instantly, and soon two more guys show up, adding their own hard bodies into the mix. The four make out and one of the two original guys gets onto his knees and starts sucking all three of them off, giving each guys his own time. Soon another guy is on his knees and two are left standing. It's beginning to get good, so I lather my dick up with Vaseline, leaving a thin layer.

As I'm getting into the rhythm, I hear a knock. Oh my god. I pause the video and stand up, looking for my robe. I that I dropped it as soon as I walked in, so I walk towards the door. My erection isn't going down. I wear the robe and tie it up, but it fails to conceal my erection, leaving an obvious protrusion on my crotch area. The knocking continues, and I will, or beg, my dick to go down. The bulge isn't as pronounced at last, so I open the door.

It's Mark. What does he want?

"Hey," he says smiling at me. He's dressed differently, wearing a thin blue T-shirt and white pajama pants.

"Hi," I say, looking at him funny. I hope he's not drunk.

"I'm not drunk," he says, answering my mind's question.

"Let's hang out," he continues. I don't want to hang out, I want to jerk off, cum and sleep.

"Uhhh," I say, in obvious disinterest, "come in," I finish, making way for him and letting him come in. Hopefully my jerk-off session isn't obvious. The laptop is closed and the Vaseline is on the floor on the other side of the bed. He makes himself right at home and sits right where I was seated and opens my laptop. I don't panic, it's always locked, but then he lifts my little jar of Vaseline off the floor and shakes it at me, smiling.

"Looks like someone was a little busy tonight," he says. There's definitely something wrong with both him and his lady friend. My erection is again working against my will at the mention of my deeds, and I move my hand into my pocket so that my dick is behind my hand and pointing up. This isn't supposed to be happening.

"You want something?" I ask annoyed.

"Well," he says, getting off the bed and slowly walking towards me, "I came here for you."

He's looking especially hot now, walking towards me with lust filled eyes. I can see the tent beginning to form at the front of his loose pajama pants. Bold, coming into my room to seduce me like this.

Hoping to get him to calm down, I ask, "how did you find my room?"

"I just knocked on the first door when I got on this floor, the rest was up to fate," he says, closing the distance between us and pulling me into his body by the waist. I doubt fate has anything to do with his presence in my room, if it's anything it's most probably the sex demon.

I really hope I'm the type of guy who fucks strangers right now. But I'm not.

My hands are still in my robe pockets covering my hardness, so I can't push him away. I can feel his hardness at the back of my hands when he presses our bodies together, and now my hands are stuck between two rock hard places. Since I've always been a good boy and everything has gone so horribly wrong with my life, just tonight I'll let myself be that guy.

I lift my hands and pull him in too, leaving our faces only a few inches apart. I let our bodies rub together through the soft fabric of the robe, before I untie my robe and open it, revealing to him just how hard I am. That's probably why he came up to my room, to see if some young horny guy could resist his charm.

His lips open slightly at the sight, and I move my face to his, our lips colliding in hot lust. I kiss him hungrily, taking off my robe. He smiles as he looks me over, taking my whole body in before taking off his tee. I take off my vest as he takes off his pants and drops down to get them off his ankles. That's what it looks like at first, but suddenly I feel his hot mouth on my cock. I'm shocked by the sudden sensation, but he doesn't stop, taking me whole into his mouth and bobbing his head below my body. It feels so good for a couple of minutes, and then he adds his hand into the action, jerking me off right at the base. I'm almost close to

cumming, so I lift him up, putting my hands under his armpits. I pull him in and kiss him again, pushing him back towards the bed.

I push him into the bed into a seated position and kneel in front of him, moving my open mouth towards his cock. It's slightly above average length and especially thick, shorter than mine but definitely thicker than mine. I take it all in, just to return the favour. I move up and down as I caress his balls, feeling them on my bottom lip as I take his whole length in. I give them attention too, taking both of them into my mouth and making his moaning especially loud. I push him onto the bed so that he's lying on his back, and lift his legs up, keeping my hand at the back of his knees and opening up his asshole for me. I lick his hole, first only grazing it with my tongue, leaving him wanting more, then really going to town on it, fucking him with my tongue. His loud moans fill the room as I fuck him.

I remove my tongue and replace it with my finger. The index finger enters and I slowly fuck him with it, increasing the tempo when he orders me to about five seconds later. I add another finger, making him moan, and move my mouth back to his cock. The head is wet with precum and I savor the taste. His moans only get louder as I finger him and suck him off at the same time.

I remove myself from him, and put my hand in my suitcase one more time, this time retrieving a box of condoms. I take one condom out and hastily remove it from the package and roll it onto my hard dick. I look into his face, he doesn't protest, instead he looks like he on his way to heaven, just waiting for me to enter so he can reach his destination. I lift his legs towards my body and can feel the hair of his lower legs on my chest and neck.

I press myself right at the entrance, wanting to enter slowly, and he lets me,

making the sexiest expressions as I get closer to the hilt. I'm in finally and wait for him to give me the go-ahead to fuck his brains out. He pulls my face to his, lifting himself so our faces meet halfway, and says "fuck me" into my lips before kissing me. We break up and I start rocking my hips, steadily increasing the pace until he's satisfied, moaning and groaning as I hit his sweet spot. I increase the pace again, and the room is now just sounds of our bodies slamming against each other and our moans. I turn him around and get him on all fours, moving him forward so that I have space to kneel behind him. I enter into his body again, this time unflinching as I resume the fast fucking, holding him tightly by the hips.

"Fuck me hard man," he says as I continue to plow him. He moves his hands to his cock and jerks himself a few times, bringing himself to climax. The feeling of his ass contracting around my cock is too much for my body to handle, and soon I'm at climax with him. I remove my dick from his ass and the condom off it, spraying my seed over his back. Soon the moment is over, but we're frozen in that position, him on all fours and me kneeling behind him, hand on his hips. His back is covered in my cum, and my dick is resting on his lower back. We're both panting.

Eventually we both get back to earth and begin to move. He lifts himself up and turns, smiling at me.

"Now that's what I call a hard fuck," he say with an exasperated laugh. I laugh with him, and he moves to kiss me. I make out with him, feeling the wetness on his back with my hands.

"I'm gonna get you a towel," I say moving towards the bathroom. He is following me for whatever reason. I enter into the bathroom and he enters with

me.

"I think I'll just take a quick shower," he says, " me."

I don't say anything, but walk into the shower behind him. We clean ourselves up, making out for about half the time, and get out of the shower. He's still naked, and I take a final look at his body as he goes towards his clothes, checking him out while he's bending down to pick up his pants and T-shirt. He gets dressed while I watch and walks to me again. He kisses me and grabs my manhood, giving it a final goodbye squeeze. The last of my cum slowly oozes out, and he bends down to save it with his mouth. His mouth on me makes me feel like going for another round, but I have to will myself not to, even thought my body loves acting against my will today. I kiss him one final time and almost push him towards the door, wanting him out of my mind. I kiss him again and push him out, closing the door and my mind at the same time.

I'll take that whole experience as a jerk off, now time to sleep.

Chapter 2

I look up at the ceiling, feeling as hopeless as I did the day before. I feel like I was buried under a tonne of bricks then someone dropped a building on top of the carnage. My phone vibrates from under my body, and I lift myself up and reach for it with my hand. Someone is calling me.

"Steven" the screen reads. I press ignore, hoping he'll get the hint already. It's not my first time doing this today. It's been a long day and I don't want to add to the stress by talking to my ex.

I grab my still almost full bottle of expensive booze and pour into my cup, every movement feels painful.

I find myself looking down from the balcony again. I wish I could go down there and enjoy my life like everyone else. I allow myself to daydream about how good it would feel to be happy, mindlessly skipping down the streets with my friends. But every friendship doesn't feel genuine right now, most of the "friends" who care now haven't cared about me for a while, and I'm in no mood to be pitied. I'm jolted out of my thoughts.

"Hey," a voice shouts to me. It's Tyler, standing at the balcony of his room. I don't know who feels worse between us, but I hope he didn't get more bad news like I did.

I lift my cup to him and wave it a little, faking a smile. He smiles back and waves back and our interaction ends there. I let my mind drift off, to the events of last night. It was a better night than I expected, I met a few people and had mind-blowing sex with a hot dude. It felt good allowing myself to forget like that. Suddenly I feel the urge to go back to the roof.

"Hey," I call out to Tyler, he looks at me. He doesn't look very emotive now, it's like he's gone back to the very first version of himself that I met.

"Let's go up to the roof," I say. He makes a confused face. Like he didn't hear me. I point my finger up.

"The roof," I repeat. He looks like he doesn't want to go, making a dismissive face.

"I'm coming over there," I say, disappearing from his view before he gets a chance to reply. I strip off my tee and get some boxer briefs on before covering myself up with a robe. I leave and make my way to his door then knock and wait. This will never not be weird.

He shows up a whole two minutes later, dressed in a robe with his chest showing. I laugh at this, is he copying me on purpose. He ignores me and es by me on his way to the elevator. I follow, and we end up waiting for the elevator to come up again, this time from the ground floor. It's not any less awkward.

"Went to the police station today," I say, breaking the ice as we wait. He looks at me with casual interest, "apparently the fire was an arson after all."

He raises his brows in surprise but doesn't say anything. What does one say after hearing that?

"You should've taken me with you," he finally says.

What?

"Didn't think you wanted to see me getting ive aggressively accused of setting my own house on fire," I say trying to dismiss his interest. He scoffs.

"Maybe then I wouldn't have found out my ex wife is five months pregnant," he says as we enter the now open elevator doors. How did he not know that she was pregnant if he had just left before he came here.

"You didn't know?"

He sighs, "no, I guess I didn't pay enough attention to the situation."

"You got any kids with her?"

He sighs again, "no, at some point I just ended up thinking she couldn't conceive. Then she gets pregnant as soon as she meets someone else?"

His breath is fast now and he's already getting worked up. I don't know what to think. Why hasn't he considered that it could be his body that was the problem?

I ask him, "it wasn't you then?"

He turns and looks at me, and his face drops.

His voice lowers, "she had a miscarriage a couple of years back."

Now nothing adds up. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze briefly as the doors open for us.

The ride to the roof is silent. I start to realize that maybe there's a few people up on the roof because they don't know what's up there. Sure "rooftops are fun" but I'm sure nobody goes to the "roof floor" expecting a pool and a jacuzzi and a whole bar. Then again why wouldn't anyone know there's a fucking pool in their hotel. Maybe if they rename it to "pool floor". "Pool floor", "entertainment floor", maybe, just not "roof floor". But that's my opinion.

The doors open and I step out and head towards the jacuzzi as he follows closely behind. The usual two guests are inside and their faces light up as we get closer. We reach the jacuzzi, greet them and take off our robes. This time we're exactly matching, just blue boxer briefs underneath the robes. I shake my head as what happened last night is being played on repeat, Hanna looks at Mark and enthusiastically slaps his shoulder. We get into the water and Mark calls us a cute couple again. I'm not enjoying the deja vu so I tell them they look like a cute couple too. Mark looks uncomfortable for a second, and I hope he gets the message.

I slowly let myself into the jacuzzi, taking my time getting one foot in, letting myself imagine that the water is boiling and I need to go slowly so I don't burn.

We get into the pool in our spot opposite to them.

I keep my shoulders and arms out of the pool, and tilt my head back to rest it in my hand, choosing to be an observer. But with Hanna present I figure everyone is an observer.

Hanna is talking about some vacation to South America she went on with her dead husband and everyone is just letting her talk, to fill the silence. She is almost under Mark's arm, sliding slowly into it. He doesn't try to stop her. Until I learn otherwise I'll always believe that Mark's dilemma is all his own doing.

My eyes connect with Mark's, he's staring at me, a devilish look just under the surface of his eyes. I look at him too, taking in as much of him as my eyes can. He has average length hair and is clean shaven. His brown eyes are telling me a story, a sexy story, so I don't pay attention. His chest is buff and his arms have a bit of muscle of them, giving the idea of someone who used to be really dedicated to his workout at some point. Before I realize I'm staring, there's rapid finger snapping in front of my face. I snap out of it and Tyler leans in to my ear, "you're staring," he whispers. Whatever.

I shrug the rude interruption off and get back to listening to Hanna's story. Mark chuckles, and for some reason Hanna is oblivious to all of this, never once stopping her tale, which is now about some kangaroos she saw in Australia. I take a sip every time she slides closer to Mark, and soon my plastic cup is empty. I throw it over my shoulder and try to pay attention to whatever is going on here.

"You need a refill?" she suddenly asks me. The way her story connects to the question almost makes me think she isn't talking to me, until I see her looking at me with waiting eyes.

I'm starting to feel like the drinks are more for her own entertainment than mine. I just shrug and she doesn't give me a chance to open my mouth, standing up and skipping over to the bar.

Not this situation again. Today I'm in no mood to talk, so I wait for someone else to open their mouth. Tyler goes first.

"Mark," he calls out. Mark turns his attention from me to Tyler and raises his brows.

"Why doesn't your girlfriend know that you're not into her like that?" he asks, almost demanding. Normally I wouldn't enjoy such a confrontation, but today I'd love to see if other people's drama can drown out my own. Mark doesn't know what to say, so we let him think until words have formed.

"Well I tried to tell her," he says almost whining. We both give him that look that says no you didn't.

"She gets a little bit, uh, ahead of herself sometimes and she didn't give me a chance to say yes to this getaway."

"You came though," Tyler says before I can. Marks exhales sharply.

"If only you knew."

"Gonna be a lot worse if you tell her after the hotel with a pool getaway don't you think?" I ask him. He nods in defeat, he knows he's trapped in a corner either way.

"I guess I'll find out soon enough, this is our last night here," he says.

I hear vibration from my robe on the floor behind me, and I just know it's Steven calling me again. Suddenly I need another drink and Hanna has been gone for hours. She comes skipping back with three glasses and a bottle, the usual. I hand Tyler my cup and take a glass, which she almost fills.

"What were you guys talking about?" she curiously asks, setting herself back into the water.

"Mark," Tyler says. She turns her body to Mark.

"Isn't he just a fuzzy peach," she says snuggling into him and squeezing his bicep.

"He sure is," I say. The level of discomfort coming from his body is through the roof.

I take a sip and set it above the pool beside me and get back to listening. The time es and the stories get longer as the sips get longer. I feel bad that we're forcing Tyler to exercise such self control today, but my feelings of sorrow for myself overcome. I drunkenly turn my head to him and he looks so uncomfortable that I smile. I'm not that drunk but the drinks have definitely slowed down my movements and I'm sure he saw me. He doesn't say anything.

In no time it's time for Mark and Hanna to leave again. They say their final goodbyes and make their way towards the elevator. Now it's just me and Tyler again. I turn my body to him slowly, hoping that I don't appear as drunk as I actually am. I've downed almost two of those giant glasses Hanna gave us and also the one cup that I brought for myself so I'm definitely under the influence.

"Tyler," I say. "Yes," he replies.

"You sure know how to control yourself."

He lets out a dry laugh and just shrugs.

"It's good that you've decided to be a better person Tyler," I add. He doesn't react to this.

"I'm sure all your friends would be proud," I say. He sighs.

"Sure," he says, unsure.

"You don't think so?"

"No I don't think so," he replies.

"Well, then they shouldn't have been your fucking friends in the first place," I say. He laughs humorlessly, maybe at my unexpected use of profanity, maybe because he thinks I'm right, I don't know.

"When you enjoy being part of a team," he says, "you can lose sight of the lines between right and wrong as you try to fit in."

Very insightful. I didn't expect him to say something like that. It catches me off guard and I end up laughing.

"So profound Tyler," I say in-between laughs.

I wish my fucked up brain wanted to hear more about his horrible friends, but I'm too buzzed to pay attention to long stories. At least he has friends. But does he? If he really did I'm sure he wouldn't even be here right now.

"At least it didn't take you fifty years to realize that," I say. He just shrugs.

"God knows it took me way too long to realize that bad people don't truly change," I complain. I look at him, he's silent. Silence forms between us.

"You're not a bad person," I finally say, hoping what I'm saying is true. In my head I know there are people out there who think he's the worst person who has ever existed, but I allow myself to believe his story about his horrible friends. I wouldn't want to believe that I'm spending my time in the jacuzzi with the devil, so for now he's a good person. Then again, I'm no angel myself either.

"Thanks," he says faking a smile. I fake one back, and I know it's almost time to go. He starts moving, getting out of the pool and getting his robe on. I follow groggily. Trying to move in this condition is the worst, but I get the hang of it eventually. I get out of the pool and on my feet and move towards my robe. I bend down and grab it, but my head spins when I stand back up. He grabs my arm and keeps me steady. "Thanks," I say as I get my robe on and begin walking towards the elevator.

"Bit too much to drink today huh," I murmur to myself under my breath.

"Yep," he says. I ignore him as I press the button on the elevator.

It takes forever to come up, and I'm almost leaning my head against the doors when they open, causing me to lose my balance and stumble inside. I feel his hand gripping me by my shoulder, causing me not to dive head first into the wall. He puts his arm around my shoulders to keep me upright and I wrap mine around his waist.

"Another great save from Hayes," I say laughing. I can feel him vibrating a little, but the moment is ruined by a different sort of vibration coming from my pocket.

"Who keeps calling?" he asks. I'm so annoyed with Steven right now that his name comes out as more of a growl.

"He was unapologetic about dumping me but now he just wants to tell me he's here for me if I need a shoulder to cry on. I don't need his bullshit."

Steven had jumped from me to his new boyfriend in no time and hadn't given me any time whatsoever to process the situation. Just, I'm leaving you from someone else goodbye. I don't want to talk to him until I am sure I can keep my feelings in check.

My drunk mind is telling me that the time is now, so I retrieve my phone to give him a piece of my mind.

"What do you want Steven?!" I shout into the phone. The voice that replies me to is not Steven's.

"This is Tanner," he says. Even worse. Why does Detective Tanner think we're on such a casual basis? Why is it not Steven? He really doesn't care about me.

"What do you want Detective Tanner?" I say, correcting his casual tone with me.

"Can you come to the station tomorrow?" he says. No, I don't want to.

"Didn't get your rocks off accusing me of burning down my own house this morning?" I ask. His voice is just grating to me now.

"We have a few questions we'd like to ask if that's okay."

"Like if I burned down my own house? I already said no Detective Tanner."

"Look, just come to the station tomorrow," he says, voice chock full of attitude. His turn, I figure. What an asshole.

"Whatever Tanner," I say hanging up. I wonder if the people around him are looking at him right now, shocked by his professional misconduct. I hope he gets reprimanded, but of course that won't happen.

"Detective Tanner?" Tyler asks. I almost forgot he's here, even though he's actually holding me up.

"Some asshole cop working my case. Lovely character," I sarcastically say.

"We'll see him tomorrow then," he says. For a second I don't notice he's invited himself on my trip. I laugh when I do.

"I guess we will."

By this time we're at my door. I get my keycard and open my door. His arm is still around my shoulders as he lets himself into the room, walking with me until I'm by my bed. I take my robe off and get onto the bed, waiting for him to get out so I can remove my wet underwear.

"See you in the morning," I say, basically chasing him away from my room.

He takes a few steps back and says nothing for a moment.

"See ya," he says turning around and leaving.

"Good night," I say behind him as he closes the door.

Now I'm drunk and alone. My body is limp but my mind is still wide awake. I take off my wet underwear and try to sleep, but my mind won't let me, choosing instead to wander.

First I think about Mark and his avoidable predicament. His story has huge gaps that he hasn't filled out yet. Maybe he's scared of Hanna, that would explain a few things. But he looks like he can defend himself against an army, so would he really be scared of one middle aged woman? I don't think so. Maybe she knows something about him that he thinks she's holding over his head? Makes more sense. But their relationship looks mutually friendly. Maybe they're both just extremely weird people. That makes the most sense so I go with it. I wonder if he's coming to my room again tonight, I don't think I have any energy to entertain him today so I hope he doesn't, though I'll it thinking about what we did last night sends a jolt of electricity ing through my body, energizing just the right part.

I try to think about something else. Like how Tyler's story also doesn't add up. If neither him nor his wife has any fertility problem, why didn't they just have kids

like he wanted. Maybe not having kids with him was what she wanted. She doesn't sound like a witch, so he must've really pushed her that far. Kids are easy to make but an enormous responsibility, so I guess it's best having them with someone you're a hundred percent sure you want in your life for a while. Clearly, for her, it's not Tyler. She's probably engaged by now.

I'm awaken from my thoughts by a knock on the door. I'm not in the mood for visitors. They knock again, and now my minds can't focus.

"Come in," I complain, dragging my voice. Fuck. They can't open the door without a keycard, and I'm in no mood to walk all the way to the door. They knock again. Fuck me.

I finally get out of my bed and drag my naked body across the room to the door. I would've gotten dressed if my body was functional and my mind could tell me where my clothes were. I open the door with one hand and cover my junk with my wet underwear with the other.

It's Mark. Fucking Mark again, standing there in all his handsomeness, smiling at me. He's wearing shorts now, and a loose shirt.

"Mark," I mutter, "what do you want?"

"I came to say goodbye," he says letting himself in.

"I'm so tired Mark," I complain, pushing the door and going back to my bed. He follows. I drop into my bed face up and naked, I know that's how he wants to see me.

"Don't worry," he says, coming closer towards me. I didn't expect that we'd be doing this, but I know my body will react the exact opposite way to how I want it too. He unbuttons his shirt and takes his shorts off, revealing his hard body to me and matching my nudity.

"You don't have to do much," he finishes as he drops to his knees beside the bed. He put one hand on my chest and caresses me while the other moves to my balls. He massages them slowly.

"Come on man," I whine. I don't want to fall asleep before we get to the good part. He moves his hand to grab my hark dick, jerking me off while he caresses my chest. I let out low moans in time with his slow movements. The man knows how to press the right buttons.

His moves his face to mine and kisses me for a moment, then moves his head down my body and puts my dick into his mouth. His movements are deliberately slow, like he's savoring every single inch of my hardness.

"Where's Hanna?" my mouth asks. My stupid mouth is going to ruin the moment. He lets my dick fall out of his mouth and speaks.

"Sleeping," he says before moving his lips back to my cock. Thank God. I plead with my mouth to just keep quiet and let me enjoy some hot sex with a hot dude.

"Does she know she's paying for you to have hot sex with some hot young dude?"

Stupid fucking mouth. I bite my lip so that it doesn't say anything else. He laughs into my dick before he stops blowing me again.

"You think you're hot huh?" he asks, before resuming his duties, sucking me off and jerking himself off. I laugh weakly.

"You wouldn't be here if I wasn't," I say before biting my lip again. He just laughs and ignores me, choosing to just continue his slow torture on my dick. He slowly takes his hand from his cock to my lips. This is a much better alternative than biting my lip. I move my tongue around his fingers, licking them as a way of keeping myself quiet. He removes his mouth from my cock, stands up and moves his body to right above my head so that all I can see is his thick throbbing cock. He lowers himself into my mouth and immediately moans when the head makes with my tongue.

I take him in, trying my best to make my drunk body act accordingly, to make him enjoy it. I turn my head in his direction so I can take more of his length into my mouth, and so he can feel free to fuck my face. I moan into his cock and stop

moving, my drunk body already tired. He takes the reins, grabbing my chin with one hand and putting the other in my hair in a tight grip for balance.

He proceeds to fucks my face, rocking his hips vigorously into my mouth. I moan into his cock, and his own moans get louder and louder until I can feel that he's about to cum. I guess my drunk mouth is doing its job. He continues to fuck my face until he lets out a pained scream, removing his dick just at the last minute and spraying his cum onto me. The first squirt hits my face, and I taste a bit of it on my tongue, then he points his pulsating cock towards my chest, squirting the rest there. He finishes his load finally, and stands there panting with his hand on my belly. I feel like he's about to leave me in this horny drunk state, my chest wet with his cum.

"I'm not done with you," he growls sexily. Fuck. And thank God.

He moves his hand to my cock and starts jerking slowly, more as a work on himself than on me. He kneels and puts his hand into my suitcase just like I had last night, and it comes out grasping a condom. Good thing he pays attention. He takes his time unpacking it and rolling it onto my still hard dick. He gets some lube and lathers it onto my dick and a little into his ass as he stand up and gets his leg around my body. He again takes his time as he lowers himself onto my cock. I close my eyes and let myself enjoy him lowering himself onto me until I can feel my balls touching him. He starts riding me, slowly lifting his body then sitting back down in a rhythm that's not too much for my tired body to take.

He moans and pleasures himself as he fucks himself with my cock, pretty much rendering me a dildo. A dildo doesn't enjoy fucking him like I do though. I lazily lift my hips up in time with his downward movement, my hands softly caressing his thighs. He misreads my movements and increases his speed. He plants his

feet on either side of my body and both of his hands are now move to on top of his knees as he starts riding me hard, increasing the volume of his moans as he rides me like a cowboy. I hope the actual cowboy next door doesn't hear him.

His cock is bouncing up and down and slapping my stomach. The view of him fucking himself like that and the look of pure ecstasy on his face is sending over the edge. I slowly lift my hand and move it towards his cock, grabbing it and using all my energy to jerk him off and bring him to the edge with me. He lets out a scream as his cock starts its rapid pulsating again, he spills more of his seed all over my chest and belly as he slows down his rhythm, but he's already done his trick as I reach climax too.

Like a man possessed, he swiftly gets off me and rolls my condom off, letting my cum spray onto my chest and belly too. He brings his mouth to collect the rest before I'm even done. The orgasm is so much that I can't even be properly shocked with this guy. My mind is reeling.

I'm drenched in cum, and I don't even have the energy to go and clean myself up. That super orgasm has really taken all the power I had left.

"Bring me a towel," I murmur as he get up. He goes into the bathroom and opens the shower. My mind is beginning to dose off, so everything happens in pieces. One piece he's asking for my number, one piece he's putting a towel over my torso, another piece he has my dick in his hand again. Eventually everything fades and I'm asleep.

I'm awakened by a hand shaking me by the shoulder. I wake up and take my

phone to check the time. 8.30 A.M.

Fucking hell. I don't have plans besides going to see fucking Tanner so it doesn't really matter what time it is. I suddenly that there's someone else in the room. I look up to see some vaguely familiar guy staring at me, looking red as a beet. Does he do this to everyone?

Fuck. My mind snaps. It's the room service guy bringing me breakfast. I try not to freak out when I see that I have a towel thrown haphazardly on my belly and my dick is out, lying limp on my belly, on the towel. Fucking Mark.

I internally curse Mark a thousand times as I casually move the towel to cover my dick. My mind can't move fast enough for me to form words. Even worse the dried cum must be pretty easy to make out against my dark complexion.

"I'm sure you've seen worse," I manage to say at him in my sleepy raspy voice. He doesn't reply. There are no perfect words for such a situation anyway.

"Your breakfast's here," he says gesturing towards the food on the table. I'm hungry enough that I can just shove it all into my mouth right now but I don't want to make things any more awkward between us. I thank him and try to get a tip for him from my suitcase.

My movements aren't fast enough and he can't leave soon enough. I end up being

forced to used both my hands so that I actually open the suitcase instead of just reaching my hand into it. The towel is left draped over my dick and he's just standing there waiting, trying to divert his attention elsewhere.

It's finally in my hands, a fucking five dollar bill, and I hand it to him.

"I'd give you more but my fucking house burnt to the ground, sorry," I say.

"No problem," he chokes out, practically running out of the room. I check out his behind as he runs away and bangs the door shut.

At last I get the chance to take in the space around me. I would jerk off like I always do in the morning but my dick feels extremely tired, thanks to Mark wearing me out last night. I don't know this for sure but I don't think I came only once last night.

I eat my breakfast, some fancy shit I can't even pronounce. It tastes really good though, I might just have to learn it's name. I get done with breakfast and go to clean myself up.

Finally clean, I get some clothes to wear. From the depths of my suitcase, I fish out some red briefs, there's no fucking way Tyler is matching this look today.

Speaking of Tyler, I he invited himself to watch me and Tanner go at it again today. Fucking sadist. I finish dres, wearing some black skinny jeans and a white plain tee and black shoes. I it, this look fits me well.

I get out and walk to his room, this is the first time I've been here wearing more than just underwear under a robe. I knock once and he answers, wearing the most ridiculous cowboy outfit I've ever seen. He looks me over, and I do the same to him. I'm really stepping out with someone wearing that shirt and cowboy shoes? No fucking way.

"Howdy partner," I say, obviously mocking him.

"Hi," he says smiling at me. No fucking way, my mind says.

"You're overdressed if I'm being completely honest."

He looks a bit shocked, raising both eyebrows. No fucking way, my mind again says.

"What?" he incredulously utters. I'm incredulous to his oblivion. He can't be serious.

"We're going to the police station not a wedding," I say, "casual at the very most, unless you're going to confess to a crime."

He smiles at the statement and my "very most" hand raise, thank God he's not offended.

"What should I wear then?"

"Tee shirt," I say, "what shoe size are you?"

I move my foot next to his in some awkward position before he can answer, and realize our shoes are actually about the same size.

"Nice," I say, "the jeans look good actually so you don't have to change those."

He smiles again. They do look good. Though not my usual style, tight around the butt and thighs and looser below the knees, I make a note to catch the label so I can get some for myself. I follow him as he reverses back into his room to get a change of clothes.

He opens the closet and takes an obviously new black and red t-shirt from the top shelf. When did he even get the time to unpack his clothes into a fucking closet?

He throws it onto the bed and starts unbuttoning his shirt. I beg my mind not to think of Mark unbuttoning his shirt as he undressed for me last night but it's too late, so I try my best to ignore it. He takes the plaid shirt off and throws it too onto the bed, revealing his upper body. All those years of manual labor really paid off for him. I try not to check out his defined pectorals or his less defined abs, but I do sneak a peek when he bends over to take his tee on the bed. He looks fucking good during the light of day. Now I wish I'd jerked off so I wouldn't be having these inappropriate thoughts about someone I'm not fucking.

He gets the t-shirt on. It's a bit tight and it shows off his body well. I can't complain, so I don't try to, and I just nod my head with approval. We step out of his room and walk down the corridor to mine. I open the door and let him in. The room is not a fucking mess, but it's definitely not tidy like his. Nobody would expect him to be the boyscout of us two. Not even me.

I walk over to my suitcase and lift it onto the bed. I unzip it from one end, making all four corners to the other end and open wide.

"All fucking new," I tell him, showing him all the clothes and miscellaneous new shit I bought.

"Wow," he mutters.

"Saved it to upgrade my house," I say, "but you can't take a corpse to the runway I guess."

He laughs, a big belly laugh. It's very unusual for him and for me, I'm not used to seeing him express much emotion. I guess he's a morning person, my exact opposite.

I get the three pairs of sneakers out and show them to him, black, maroon and a dark grey. I don't want to match him again so I choose the maroon ones to match his red shirt.

"You can keep 'em," I tell him, handing him some socks too. He turns his face to me and gives me a no fucking way look, the one I hope I hadn't given him when he stepped out of his room earlier.

"No way bro," he says, "just point me in the direction of the shoe store and I'll get some."

"It's okay it's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon," I say. He shakes his head, an emphatic no, "I ain't taking anything from someone who just lost everything. Not the last few things you have."

I get where he's coming from, so I drop it.

He takes off his cowboy boots and socks, revealing his big feet. I shake my head.

"I can't believe my feet are as big as yours," I say, not really expecting a conversation out of it. He looks in my face and naughtily raises an eyebrow then turns his attention back to wearing the shoes. I really hope that doesn't imply what I think it implies. I do, but that whole naughty expression in his face, best to just let this one go.

He finishes finally, and I look him over, he looks good. I motion for him to turn around and he begrudgingly does. He looks real good. He actually looks like he's dressed up to look like me. Very revealing of my personality. I kick myself internally.

"Let's go," I say, pushing him out out my room until we're at the elevator. The ride down is all smiles and we have to wait behind a couple to check out. A familiar looking couple. Mike and Hanna. Oh no! I thought I was finally done with them.

"Heyyyyy," a familiar voice says to me.

"So great to see you guys before we leave," she says.

"Good to see you too," I say, reluctantly hugging her. Tyler does the same.

"How long are you guys staying here?" she asks. I don't want her to visit me but I don't want her to come back here and find me still here and make me have to explain.

"Well I just got here so I'll just see," I lie. She takes in the lie with glee.

Tyler just says "same", taking my well crafted story and adding his name to it as usual.

"We're in a bit of a hurry to get to the airport but we'll see you guys soon okay," she says as she pulls me in for another hug. I hug her and move to hug Mark as I feel she wants me to do.

"Till we meet to have multiple orgasms together again," he whispers in my ear. I almost choke on my own spit at his boldness. But I that I don't care, our fuck sessions are not my secret to keep so I lightly tap his ass as we let go. She doesn't notice. Mark and Tyler make the barest of and let each other go.

We've almost gone our separate ways when we here a voice from behind us.

"You guy aren't matching today," Mark observes. Without looking at them, I lift my shirt so that the waistband of my underwear is showing, I know they're all looking when they all laugh.

The moment es and we get out of the hotel finally, but not before I exchange glances with the guy who saw me naked earlier, he looks away immediately and I almost want to find Mark so I can punch him.

"It's just us now."

On the drive to the police station, I occasionally point to some things I find interesting, mainly shops I frequent, just to annoy Tyler. Of course clothes or furniture shops aren't really the first thing you rush to see in a new city.

"Right in that shop is where I bought my signature black and red sofa," I lie, pointing to some run down furniture shop. He rolls his eyes and laughs. Thinking of my black and red sofa almost dampens my mood, but I try to just enjoy the moment, being the worst tour guide in history.

We continue like this until we reach the station, where the mood immediately changes.

As much as I want to just march through and get this over with, we first have to sign in and give our souls to the devil so I can't even maintain my anger through the whole process.

We finally get our visitor es and we head towards the elevator. I swear our whole relationship is just riding elevators and getting into water. And drama. I remove the part about the drama when I mention it to him. He just shrugs, like he knows I sugarcoated it. His lips open like he's about to say something but he's interrupted by the elevator doors opening. I immediately start marching towards Tanner's cozy little corner. It's empty.

"Where's Tanner?" I ask the nearest human, some uniformed young woman. She looks a bit serious, like she came here to climb all the ranks as soon as she could. I can see an older version of her being sheriff of this whole place one day. Good for her.

"He went out for a few minutes," she says, "you can wait for Detective Ross right over there."

She points to the bench I ed by on my way into this office space.

"Ugh, can I just wait here instead," I say taking a seat opposite Tanner's at his desk, "it's only for a few minutes, I promise I won't be any trouble."

I make an innocent face at her and she just rolls her eyes and goes back to rank climbing. I almost want to tell her she's too serious, but I the type of creeps who say shit like that, so I don't.

Tyler looks extremely uncomfortable, his face is almost completely white. I make a gesture towards the seat next to me and he just looks at it for a moment. Like he's walking on glass, he makes his way towards it and after about a year, takes a seat.

It's a neat little desk, but you can't expect anything less from a young and handsome detective. His achievements are clear for everyone to see and I almost want to snatch one just to annoy him like he's annoying me right now.

"Something wrong?" I ask Tyler.

Tyler says nothing, so I fan him with my hand, hoping he'll snap out of it. I here footsteps approaching and look behind us, it's Tanner. About fucking time.

I let him walk to his chair and take his seat before I open my mouth.

"Thanks for making me wait for a whole hour," I complain.

He rolls his eyes and says, "I've been gone for only five minutes Daniel."

Now it's me who rolls my eyes.

"Let's go to the interrogation room," he says standing up.

"The interrogation room?!" I ask incredulously, "why are you still interrogating me?"

"It's just standard procedure sir," he says before lowering his upper body across the desk, leaning towards me, "and you're already causing a scene."

Asshole.

"I hope this arson ruling isn't your doing," I say standing up.

"I'm not a fire specialist," he replies, "Who's he?"

He points to Tyler's ghost beside me.

"My lawyer," I say, very obviously lying, "ain't saying a word without him present," I finish, tapping him lightly on the shoulder, waking him up.

He stands up and follows me as I follow Tanner to the interrogation room. We get into the lifeless room and he directs us to our seats.

"I already said it wasn't me, got any more interesting questions?" I start.

"You have any idea who it might have been?"

"Not a clue."

He's writing into a notepad. I just said no so what is he writing?

"How are your work relationships?"

I think about everyone at work. I'd been a rank climber myself but the last time I'd gotten any significant promotion was almost a year ago, and nobody seemed salty about it then.

"They're all fine as far as I know," I shrug, opening my hands innocently.

"You think so?"

"Yes I think so."

I appreciate these less pointed questions so I try to behave. He's still writing everything down.

"What about family?"

I think about my family, it's been a while since I last spoke to my parents or my brother.

"I haven't spoken to any of them for a long time."

"Any particular reason?"

"Nope, just busy."

He pauses to take it all down.

"Any siblings?"

"Well he's 9 so I doubt he's traveling cross country to set my house on fire."

Tyler and Tanner scoff at the same time. I look at Tyler, his arms are crossed and his head is down. His shoulders are shaking with laughter.

"Keep it together esquire," I say, elbowing him in the ribs. He doesn't stop, and Tanner looks at us with a confused look.

"Any more questions?"

"Well," he says looking at his notes, "yes".

"What about any personal relationships?" he asks, raising a brow. Wouldn't he like to know.

"Well I'm single if that's what you're asking," I say winking at him and avoiding the question, I don't want to get into it.

"But you said the love of your life left you a few days before your house went up in flames," Tyler interjects. I turn my head and give him a look that screams what the fuck?. He mutters "sorry" under his breath.

"What's his name?"

"Steven, and it was a week before the fire," I begrudgingly say.

"Steven who?"

"Steven Lopez, though I get the feeling you know all this already."

He shrugs, "you don't need to protect a suspect in an arson."

Steven is a suspect? I'm almost shocked until I that I am too.

"Any out of the ordinary experiences or people you might have come across in the weeks leading up to the incident?"

"None whatsoever, everything thing seemed fine until that whole week," I say raising my hand and slowly dropping my finger until it hits the table.

"Like a bomb?" Tyler asks. I nod and repeat his question as the answer.

"How was the break up?"

These questions are getting worse, I know in my heart Steven wouldn't do such a thing.

"Well he left me so I doubt he'd be the one setting fire to things," I say before ing I'm also a suspect, "I didn't either by the way."

He's still writing. "Ok," he says.

"I think that's it for now," he says. Oh good.

"You got any questions for me?"

There he goes again using the casual tone.

"Why haven't all the other interviews been like this one?" I ask.

"You stormed out of here yesterday ?"

I did . But that was because the whole interview was built around the premise that I'm guilty. I don't respond.

"See you later Daniel," he says.

"I'll see you soon Tenny," I respond, putting my hand on his shoulder before we leave. He goes back to his station and we go on our way, separating as soon as we step out of the room.

"I get the feeling that you guys's relationship goes way deeper than just this building."

I don't respond. It's true, I've known Tanner for a while, but that's a story I don't want to get into.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he says.

We already ed by the bathroom. I direct us back a couple of steps and show him where it is. He rushes inside.

"I'll be waiting at the lobby," I say after him.

I make my way to the elevator and go to the lobby to sign out. I turn in my visitor and just as I'm about to take a seat at the waiting area, I see him.

Steven.

He looks good as usual but impatient, we lock eyes.

"Hey," he says coming towards me, I end up not taking my seat and just standing there waiting for him.

"Hi," I answer, "what are you doing here?"

"Detective Ross called me in for questioning," he says. His expression softens and I know it's coming.

"Sorry about what happened to your house," he says, putting his hand on my upper arm and rubbing.

"If you need anything you know I'm always here right?"

I sigh.

"I need a lot of things," I say. Like you back in my life.

"You've been ignoring my calls, just call me if you need someone to talk to."

If I do will you take me back?

I'm about to just nod but as I lift up my head I see Tyler approaching from behind him.

"Hey, you ready to go?" he asks.

Can't you see I'm seducing my ex?

Tyler and Steven exchange glances, Tyler extends his hand first.

"Tyler," he says. Steven slowly brings his hand to meet his. Steven looks at Tyler's chest, tight in that small tee, then his hand.

"Steven," he replies.

"Steven Lopez? Nice to meet you."

Steven raises a suspicious eyebrow at me. Fucking Tyler is just ruining my chances. I hope Steven doesn't assume we're always talking about him. Or even worse, fucking.

"Likewise," he replies. Please kill me now.

"He's my new neighbor," I interject, trying my hardest to clear the air.

"Your accent sounds different," I turn to Tyler. It does, it's like he's purposely trying to sound like me.

He turns his whole body to face me. He's almost laughing, a bad sign.

"You took off my accent when you took off my clothes."

Oh my god. If I had a tank I'd blow him to the fucking moon right now. I can only gasp, I'm really at a loss for words.

"I'll call you," I say to Steven, turning away from him to hide my rage. He just nods as we leave.

The journey back to the hotel is quiet, I don't know why Tyler did that, and I fear talking about it while I'm behind the wheel of a car might lead to disastrous consequences.

There's nothing out of the ordinary about our quiet journey, I almost don't notice the number of people in the elevator on our way back to our floor.

I groan long and loud as soon as I open my door, until my head has hit the pillow. The room looks cleaner than when I left. Good.

Tyler follows me in, and goes to take the TV remote before taking a seat at the end of the bed. I realize that I haven't turned on the TV even once since I got here. It's all shit anyway. I kick off my shoes and groan again. Tyler turns his head to look at me, almost shocked.

"Why did you do that?" I ask.

He says nothing for a while and just flicks through the channels. I hope he

doesn't pick the news, not another thing to make my mood worse.

"If he's half the asshole you described, I did you a favor."

What can I say? I haven't talked much about him besides him dumping me for someone else, so it may not be that bad, but it's all bad.

"He doesn't deserve you," he says. Sigh.

"Who does?"

He laughs lightly. He doesn't say anything for a while, until I almost believe the conversation is over.

"Not someone who makes you feel the way you're feeling right now."

I scoff.

"This is all you."

"Before that," he corrects me, "before your house burnt down."

He has a point. But it's not his call to make. Sigh again.

"From your own stories about him it seems like he's completely over you."

What? I feel like I'm being given a lecture by my own self.

"You should get over him too."

"But like," I pause, "that's not your decision to make."

Silence. Nothing but breathing and the feint sound of the television, way into the distance.

"Weren't you and that Mark guy hitting it off?"

Oh no. I hope we weren't too loud. I don't respond.

"I kinda thought you and him were gonna fuck the first time we met at the jacuzzi. I wasn't wrong."

I guess we were. This conversation is quickly going from a back and forth to a lecture. I don't like lectures.

"Yes... And?"

He lifts his body and props himself up by the elbow, turning his head to look at me.

"That's the kind of life you should be enjoying, meet someone new, hit it off, fuck, until it sticks, th-"

"Dude," I cut him off. I don't have anything to say, but I know he should stop. He does, but the silence doesn't last.

"If you're eventually going to get over him, might as well not waste any time getting there."

He's sounds almost exactly like me to other people. I know he's right, but what if Steven isn't as over me as he thinks he is? That's a real possibility.

"You're different around him, like, you lost your balance," he says, "you almost got on you knees in front of him."

"Well, I still do love him," I say, "and I know he likes it when I'm on my knees."

He laughs. I do too.

"You would've come out of it feeling worse that way, at least if he know you got options," he points to himself, moving the finger along his whole body, "he'll start to think about you in a different way than the guy who's going to beg."

My laugh comes out dry.

"Ok hot stuff, you've made your point."

I'm not going to stay mad at him. He's explained himself in a satisfactory way.

Unlike Steven.

"I mean, that's the whole reason why I came here," he continues. I thought the conversation would be over by now, but I let him go on, it seems like there's a bit he wants to get off his chest.

"From what I heard about the big beautiful city, it's a place where nobody looks at you for being yourself, for choosing to enjoy life."

Not me. My policy in life is I don't mind your business if you don't mind mine.

"And the way we met, you just came knocking on my door and ordering me to enjoy myself, I thought you were crazy at first, but you're right."

I thought I was crazy too. But I was just drunk.

"And how you and Mark were just eye fucking each other in the jacuzzi, and how you fucked the first day you met, and the day after that."

He knows. I guess we were being too loud after all.

"That's the fucking experience man."

It's over. But it doesn't feel over. He cuts himself off and keeps quiet, resuming his old position and just looking at the TV.

"Ok man."

Chapter 3

"Hey," he calls out, looking at me seductively.

The jets of water are hitting his body, pronouncing his muscles that much more, making him look that much more delicious. He turns his attention from me to the water, and s his hands to make a cup. He takes some water and raises his hands to above his head, pouring the water into his hair. He turns his eyes back to me as the water trickles down his face, down his neck, to his chest and back into the pool. Try as I might, I can't turn my eyes away from the sex dance. The performance is obviously for an audience of one.

"Come here," he whispers. I comply, walking across the hot water towards him. As soon as my body is close enough, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me in. Our bodies rub against each other, and I can feel our crotches rub together through the soft fabric of my underwear. Only mine. Why isn't he wearing any underwear? His face responds to my confused expression with a devilish smile. I didn't expect this side of him, the side that would go full nude in a public place, with only the water concealing his manhood. His seductive eyes take away all my worries as they inch closer. I can feel his cock rub up against my belly as he moves closer to mine. His lips part, and mine copy to accommodate his. He's almost there.

It takes all of the strength in me to force myself to wake up. I reluctantly do, and find myself sweating under just that one thin sheet. I push the sheets off my body and onto the floor. I look down my naked body. I have a boner, and from the slit a thin line of precum falls from the head of my dick to my belly button. I force

myself to deny that this is happening, but I know it's too late for that. My hard dick knows it too.

For the first time in my thirty two years of life, I have to it that I've got it. I've got it bad.

I have to force myself to wake up before I kiss him, I don't want to cross that line. Because if I cross it in my mind, I know it'll be hard not to cross it in real life.

This is normally the time I just jerk off and allow myself to forget about it, but clearly pacifying my body hasn't done much to pacify my mind. I've only known him for four days. This isn't how long it should take to be so smitten by someone. It'll . But it hasn't ed, it's gotten worse. To the point where I completely avoided him today hoping to calm my mind down, to no avail.

It took all my will to not tell him I just wanted to make all his pain go away after we came from the police station. But we're both going through a time when another day only means another round of bad news, so I have to think with my big head not my little head. I don't want him to see me as a rebound, or to end up ing our experiences to the bad times, so I'll wait. Wait until he's completely moved on. Until he's happy? But how long is that going to take? Besides, I don't think I'm ready. I always tell myself I'm not ready to be with him, and I don't know if I'm being honest with myself. But what if he's not ready to be with me?

When Mark was around I'd let myself listen to them fucking. I wasn't angry at

him, more just jealous that he could just so easily do what I could never in a million years bring myself to do. It startled me at first, but the surprise was quickly replaced by another feeling. I had just stripped and taken a shower so I was completely naked. My heart beat fast when it happened, when my dick started tingling, started slowly waking up, increasing in length and girth until I was fully hard. Guilt washed over me, like someone was watching me. But only God was. But He knew I hadn't done anything wrong, it wasn't my fault.

The guilt didn't get rid of my hard dick, and for a while I listened to their moaning and the hard pounding of skin on skin, fighting myself. My hand ended up just grabbing my cock, begging it to calm down. I squeezed once and precum came out. I tasted it, and imagined it was someone else's. Anyone else but him. Mark maybe. Then I felt more guilt.

For a while I just stayed there, still, limp, unlike my dick. It took all my will not to move it. Finally I heard the louder screams of orgasm, and I knew it was almost over. More screaming and moaning followed, and then it was. For them at least. For me it wasn't. I ended up jerking off, feeling better that I wasn't being pushed by the soundtrack, just by my own thoughts. It didn't take long until I came, then I started feeling guilty again.

Then next day was the same story. After our time at the pool we went in for the night, then Mark came back a few minutes later. How did he always know what time to find him? Danny was pretty drunk but not too drunk to perform, I figured. In no time the moaning started again, this time starting out aggressive then changing to slower and more sensual. They didn't make that much noise in general and you wouldn't have noticed if you didn't care. But I guess I did care, because to my ears they were screaming at the top of their lungs.

The slower moaning was too much for my body to bear. I grabbed my dick and slowly jerked myself off to their rhythm. I imagined I was in there too, even just watching them go at it. I imagined Danny was easier to control in his drunk state, and Mark had gotten on his knees in front of him and lifted one of his legs to his shoulder and fucked him like that. I was on a chair beside the bed just jerking off to the show, changing positions to get a better view.

Mark ran his hand along the length of Danny's leg, reaching his balls then moving back to his thighs, he was a tease. I could hear Mark's voice getting louder and I knew he was close, he increased his pace and I did mine. In no time he was cumming, let himself go inside Danny's ass. Then Danny started jerking himself off, while looking me in the eyes. We increase our paces as we jerk off, and they're both watching me. My attention is on Danny now, and the movements of his beautiful muscles as he jerks himself off. His cock twitches and he starts cumming, spraying his seed all over his body. I cum as the sound of his moans get louder, moving close to him and squirting on his chest.

I try to keep my voice low as I cum all over myself. Thank God it's over. The feeling of guilt is consumed by the satisfaction.

I'm about to let myself fall asleep when they start again, this time it's just low groaning. I try to tell my body that once is enough but it doesn't listen, and I'm hard again. I won't touch myself this time. The muffled groaning goes on for another five minutes, then it stops. For good this time. My body is betraying me by allowing itself to get turned on so easily. I betray it right back by letting myself sleep in this condition, hard as it may be.

The next day it's worse. Now that, unfortunately, Mark is gone, there is nobody standing between me and Danny. Even in my fantasies. I spent the whole day

with Danny, just taking him in the whole time, noticing how good he looks even with clothes on. I'd gotten so used to seeing him in his underwear that for half a second that's what I expected to see when he opened the door. Instead he was fully clothed, but even more breathtaking.

I let myself get comfortable with him, and enjoyed the confused look in his eyes when I alluded to a dirty joke, letting him interpret it however he wanted. It was hard leaving the room with him, leaving our little space and going into the public. Spending time with him was the best part of my day. I was still spending time with him, so it was still good.

Then came Detective Tanner, or Detective Ross, whatever his name is. I assume his last name is Ross but their personal relationship allows him to tolerate a first name basis. He's a brown haired, brown eyed six foot tall professional. How he came to be linked with someone as casual as Danny is a really good question.

There was a confusing tension between them, maybe sexual tension? I couldn't have known, but just spending two minutes without them even saying a word, one could tell. But the detective had a photo of himself and his wife on his desk, probably taken on their wedding day. With the way he's been going on about how Steven cheated on him and broke his heart, I seriously doubt he'd be the one to fuck a married man. Still, there was something going on there.

Speaking of Steven, the Steven Lopez, I finally saw him. He looked nothing like I expected. He was a dark-skinned Hispanic guy and looked rather timid. He was hot, that I couldn't deny, but in a place filled with hot people, someone as sexy as Danny wouldn't have had a hard time finding a new hot body.

Steven was about Danny's height, both a few inches below me. He had short buzzed hair like mine, dark brown eyes and dark full lips. He looked like he worked out, his muscles were tight against both his shirt and his jeans. He was the full package, but I guess only physically.

I felt like socking him, but I held myself. Instead I made a remark about how Danny had taken off my clothes, twisting an innocent action into something not so innocent, just to upset him. I hit the wrong target, as Danny looked like he was about to chop my head off. I explained to him why I did it, and fortunately he understood.

I held myself when I spoke to him, saying only the innocuous stuff, the things that made him feel better, but not myself. I felt like he was beginning to suspect this, so I happily agreed when he said not to go to the roof later that night. That was two days ago, and the last time I saw him. I've been avoiding him since. I spent today just locked in here, opening at only the times I was sure it was room service bringing me food. My room is pretty clean so I don't need much assistance in that regard.

He knocked once in the morning, and again a few hours ago, but I didn't respond, not until I get my head on straight, and right now my head is not on straight.

I'm still hard, and it's beginning to hurt, so I just put my hand on it and decide to just get it over with quickly. Images of him keep appearing in my mind as I masturbate. Naked, wet with water, wet with sweat as Mark fucks him, grinding

against mine, his cock moving to my mouth. I imagine it's big, and I almost choke on it as he fucks my face. The images of his dick in my mouth bring me to orgasm, and I swear to myself this is the last time I'm doing this. I know I'm wrong. I know I've got it bad.

***

I knock on Tyler's door, for the second time today. He opens the door, fully dressed for a night out. He's wearing his usual tight on the butt blue jeans, a casual black shirt which doesn't immediately scream cowboy, and the shoes I gave him, the ones he said he'd give back before he started acting up. I'm wearing a tight blue tank top and black jeans and shoes. We'll never not match.

"Hey," he cheerfully says, smiling at me like nothing is wrong.

"Uhhh, hi," I say, not hiding my discomfort. He pulls me in for a hug, "good to see you," he says in my ear. I don't react, letting him hug my limp body. I speak when he let's me go.

"You ready to go?"

He nods.

"You're gonna stop acting weird now?"

He nods again.

"Okay."

I turn around and start walking to the elevator, leaving him to follow behind me. I don't know why he's acting so weird and I won't even try to come up with an explanation. We've both been going through a rough time, and I'll let him tell me when he wants to.

I turn my head to look at him. He's looking down, but not to the floor, at my ass. I use both my hands to give myself as few taps, mocking him. He laughs dryly and looks down again, this time at the floor. Now I know I look good.

"Where are we going?" he asks as we wait for the elevator.

"A bar," I lie. I notice the discontent look in his face.

"It's only a few minutes away so you don't have to wait long," I say. The answer appeases him and he lets it go. We get outside the hotel finally, and we travel on foot. I realized the club wasn't very far from this hotel and decided to treat myself to a wild night. I know the type of club we're going to is probably not his cup of tea, but it's not like anyone he knows is going to be there.

"Do you miss farming?" I suddenly ask, trying to distract him. I know his mind is still fixated on where we're going. He gives me a confused look and I don't know if he's thinking of an answer or just wondering why I'm asking him such a weird question.

"Or at least the farm," I add. He's still thinking.

"I don't know," he answers at last, "I miss being busy, I've been a worker all my life and to just get away from it all was a drastic change, I think I'm getting fat already."

I chuckle, "hey, ain't nothing wrong with a plump body bro."

He nods, seemingly genuinely, "No not at all, just unusual for me you know."

I nod. As someone who grew up in the city, I definitely understand how seemingly unpredictable your weight can get when you start spending a little money. And as someone who grew up working on a farm, I know it must've

freaked him out when after a few days of not working, he could notice he was losing his muscle definition.

We make a few corners, and I purposely make us walk in circles just confuse him, then we enter an alleyway. The muffled bass coming from inside is still hard enough to shake the ground we're standing on.

I see the familiar looking body of my favorite bouncer standing in front of a metal door. His face lights up when mine becomes visible in the dim light.

"Danny," he says.

"Hey Damien," I smile moving closer to him. He opens his arms and pulls me in for a hug, I move into his huge arms and hug him, and he taps my ass a few times. I know Tyler must be confused as heck right now so I don't look. I tap his ass too as we separate.

"You brought a friend?"

We both look at Tyler, clearly red in the face even in the dim light, and I nod.

"He's a tourist so I thought I'd just show him some of my favorite places," I say. Damien nods enthusiastically as he looks Tyler up and down, taking everything in. His nod slows to a more appreciative pace.

"Ok well come on in," he says opening the door. I feel his eyes on our behind as we enter.

The place is already packed and it hasn't been open for more than thirty minutes. The bouncer stays outside for only the first thirty minutes after opening then moves inside to open when someone knocks. I look at the time, 09.39PM. Thirty nine minutes after opening, then I it's an hour in warmer seasons.

The place is definitely not a bar. There's almost naked men dancing on stages and on poles and a few at the bar. I look at Tyler, and his mouth is wide open. I grab his hand so I don't lose him and lead us to the bar.

We take our seats at the bar, choosing a place a distance away from the dancer. Tyler looks intensely focused on the dancer, like he's never seen one before. His eyes moves up and down with the dancer, like he's hypnotized. The dancer has a comically huge bulge, and it remains stiff despite all his movements. He turns his eyes to us, and his eyes lock with Tyler's. His movements become more pronounced as he individualizes his audience, eyes still locked onto his. He winks at him.

"Jackson!" I scream through the noise. He turns his attention to me and his eyes brighten. I can't believe I'm so popular in what some would call such a sleazy

place. We wave at each other.

"This one is mine Jackson," I tell him. He nods and winks at me and throws me a wicked smile and gets back to his dancing.

"Dude," I say, snapping in Tyler's face. He blinks a few times like he's waking up, "huh?"

"You're staring."

He takes a gulp, then turns his body and all his attention to me.

"Don't stare at me," I complain. I can see this was a bad idea.

"Look let's just get some drinks to unwind then we'll tear it up on the dance floor later okay?"

He nods lazily, now choosing me to be the object of his hungry stare.

"But I need to be of a sober mind for this experience," he says.

"Never been in a place like this huh?"

He shakes his head no, "the energy here is amazing."

I didn't see this coming. He's actually enjoying himself.

"And nobody knows you here anyway so just have a good time."

He nods as I call the bartender to give us drinks, tequila shots. As I expected, someone has already paid for them, that's why my broke self was so attracted to this place, I love it.

"That's why I love this place," I say, waving at the older gentleman who paid for the drinks. Tyler takes his shot too, and I'm careful that he doesn't get wasted. I turn my body to him so we're facing each other.

"You enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," a straight answer. I knew he would. This outing was more for him than for me, he did give me a speech about coming to the city to enjoy life. I place my hand on his knee. He looks uncomfortable for a moment but it fades.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I say, letting him go and abruptly leaving.

I hear his loud voice feint in the background, "you can't leave me alone here," but I'm long gone, wading through the maze of bodies to get to the bathroom. The room is spacious and dimly lit, with a few urinals along the walls lined up with men. I came here to urinate of course, but I won't deny a little action if it presents itself to me. I find space on one of the urinals and squeeze myself in, everyone is stroking their hard dicks.

There's no pretense here, just horny men being horny men. I pull my already hard dick out to piss, instantly letting out a long stream. Before I'm even done I feel a rough hand on my dick, guiding the last of the stream out and shaking a few times to let the last of the piss out. I look up and see a young bearish guy smiling at me. Smiling back, I grab his manhood too and begin stroking him. The way the cub is moaning at my touch I can tell this is going to be over soon. I kneel in front of him and take him in my mouth, and after about twenty seconds I know he's about to cum. I stand back up and rapidly jerk him off a few more times. His cum shoots a straight line onto the urinal and slows down until it's just dripping from his cock and running over my hand.

He's breathing heavily, but it slows down and he begins to zip himself up. He's looking at me with wide eyes, so I pull him in for a quick kiss as he leaves the crowded bathroom and goes back into the crowded club. I'm up to do that again, and as expected another man fills the space the cub left, this time an older and larger black bear.

His shorts are around his knees and he's wearing a harness. His impressively large manhood is pointing right at me, so I take it in my hand. He returns the favor and we stroke each other like that for a while, until he changes the pace and gets down on his knees. He takes me into his mouth. I didn't come here to cum, and I'll try my hardest not to, but damn, the man knows how to use his mouth. I'm so close to just letting go when he stops and gets back on his feet. Again I return the favor and get on my knees.

His humongous cock is only one of a few that I've seen, so big it's almost threatening. After a moment of looking at it and calming myself down so I don't shoot the moment my tongue touches it, I'm finally ready. I take it in my mouth, taking in his manly scent and the taste of precum at the head. His thickness is almost straining my mouth, but I can take it. I try to take in as much of his length as I can and I can almost take him all in. I stroke him as I take his balls into my mouth, playing with them with my tongue.

His moans get louder and I wrongly assume it because he's just enjoying the feeling of his balls in my mouth. He shoots straight up, and I immediately put a little space between his cock and my face. That doesn't help, as his orgasm is powerful enough that his cum sprays my face. I present my face to him and let it rain on me, it's already done anyway so why not. He finishes his load and rubs his beautiful dick in my face, using me as a rag.

I take it in one last time, this time able to take the whole shrinking length in. It's taken all my power not to cum, so I'm about to run. I go to the tap and pour water into my face, cleaning myself up. Tyler isn't wondering what I'm up to, by now he's assumed correct. I get out of the bathroom and find my way back to the bar. My seat is empty, but Tyler is talking to some huge biker looking guy a seat over. As I get closer I realize I know him too.

I put my hands on his shoulders and my lips to his ear. He doesn't flinch, nobody flinches here.

"You're in my seat buddy," I growl. Tyler freaks out and screams my name, like I've caught him red handed. The biker, Henry, repeats my name with much more glee.

"Hey Henry," I reply lazily.

I wrap my arms around his body and let my hands run all over his fur. I try to lift him up and only manage to get him to stand.

"Been working out," he says.

"Just for this moment," I whisper.

I'm so fucking tired that I don't notice him moving his face to mine. I almost forgot we were on a make out basis. I peck him on the lips and move away. He laughs.

"Oh come on you can do better than that," he says. I move my face back to his and make out with him for about five seconds, ignoring Tyler completely. I've been so close to cumming that my dick doesn't really need any more stimulation, Henry doesn't get that. I can't even try to hide how turned on I am anymore. My bulge is on full display as I turn to Tyler. He looks down for a moment, then back up to my face.

"You're pretty popular here," he says. I shrug.

"I also hadn't noticed that until just now."

He doesn't believe me. I always came here with Steven and just assumed I was in his shadow.

"You guys know each other?" Henry says from behind us. I turn to him, "I brought him here."

"Don't forget you owe me," he says, almost whispering as he turns his head away from us, to the man sitting behind him so that all we can see are his bulging back muscles. How can I forget?

"Hey Danny let's dance."

***

Danny knows everyone in this place. It's been about thirty minutes already but I'm still shocked by the environment. Almost naked men dancing up and down the place, men grinding against each other, not to mention the bathroom. I only went to check up on Danny and saw a glimpse of him on his knees with another man's dick in his mouth. I immediately turned away, fearing I might not be able to hold myself when he turns even a little bit of his attention to me. This place screams freedom. Freedom I didn't know I've been missing out on for my whole life.

Now this large heavily tattooed man in a biker type leather jacket and a kilt is hitting on me. He hasn't said anything yet, but I can tell by his body language. I'm almost sure Danny knows him.

He's leering at me and his legs are wide open, leaving the impression of the large snake underneath. I stare obviously, wondering how big that thing is.

"Like what you see," he says, putting his hand on his thigh and caressing himself. The kilt rides up his hairy legs and there's only one thing left to see when he stops. I gulp, not knowing what to say.

"Come on," he says, like he's reading my mind, like he knows I want to feel it. My hand starts slowly creeping towards him, and I say a thousand prayers that

Danny doesn't catch me in this position. But what did he expect leaving me alone in a place like this? It finally lands between his legs, on top of the snake. Even through the fabric, it feels hot to the touch and I can feel it expanding in my hand. I'm not even holding it yet, just lightly touching it through the kilt. This is why I came here. Or is it? Is Danny turning me into a slut? Doesn't matter now.

Already what I'm being given is not enough, I want more. I move my hand underneath the kilt, letting my fingers touch him. He's still leering, watching me getting hypnotized by his massive package. I move my hand further in and finally I have it in my hand, wrapped around my fingers. It's huge, I doubt my hand can fully wrap around it. I try to find out, lifting the snake and jerking it, waking up the snake. Just as I'm about to get into a rhythm, I'm startled awake.

"You're in my seat buddy," Danny's voice says. I jump up and scream his name, freeing myself from the spell. Danny has his hands on the man's shoulders and his lips right on his ear.

"Danny," the man repeats with much enthusiasm.

"Hey Henry," Danny replies. As expected, they do know each other. For whatever reason, Danny wraps his arms around the man's torso from behind and lifts him up. Danny isn't small, and doesn't really lift him off the ground, just off the seat, but it's like an ant lifting a rat.

"Been working out," the man says. Danny whispers something in his ear but my

fuzzy mind can't make it out. Once they're both standing, the man brazenly moves his face towards Danny's, obviously expecting a kiss. Danny gives him a quick peck on the lips and Danny plops down into the seat, almost exhausted. Henry laughs, obviously expecting more.

"Oh come on you can do better than that," he says.

Danny gives him what he wants, a full deep tongue smashing, my dick rages with jealousy. Danny leaves his own cock on display through his bulge, sitting with his legs open.

I keep thinking, what the hell am I doing here? Why did Danny bring me here? Is he just showing off how popular he is among his people? Is he just trying to show me the life I've been missing out on all this time? Trying to make me jealous? I want to be mad, but my body won't allow me to, I feel like I'm discovering life for the first time.

Everything is blurry, hunks dancing up and down, men with their dicks out, I can faintly hear the DJ announcing a lovers special through the noise, Danny looking hot as usual, the bass slowing down, my dick still hard.

"You're pretty popular here," I say, trying my best to ignore my inner thoughts. He says he hadn't noticed until now, which I doubt. Henry looks surprised that we know each other and, as if putting his mark on me, Danny tells him he brought me here. Henry nods and says nothing more, turning his attention elsewhere after he tells Danny that he owes him. I ignore the interaction.

"Hey Danny let's dance," I say to him, putting my hand on his thigh. I'm not sure if he noticed what just happened.

"But it's the lovers special," he says. I ignore him and grab him by the hand and pull him to the dance floor, immediately hugging him like everyone else on the floor. By now there's no use pretending, so I grind hard into him, letting him feel how hard I am. I can feel how hard he is too as our cocks are lying in the same direction, pressing against each other.

"I've been hard since I got here," I confess into his ear, throwing all caution to the wind. I'm sure he knows this, since he saw how I was staring at that dancer earlier. His body shakes with laughter but he says nothing, instead moving his hands and letting them rest on my lower back. I imagine those hands on my lower back in a different position.

"I saw you in the bathroom earlier," I whisper. He still doesn't say anything, solely focused on our bodies. He moves his hands lower, and grabs my ass.

"Hot," I say, about either situation. With his hands on my ass he thrusts his pelvis into mine, rubbing our hard cocks together, almost jerking me off through the fabric. I moan at the hotness of the action. He moves his hand to my hips, then to the front of my jeans, undoing the button and the fly. Is he really going to undress me in public? I've waited so long for this that I don't care. He undoes his fly to, so that the only things standing between physical are our underwear, feels so much better. He gets his hand back on my ass and squeezes as he rubs us together. I like this wild animal version of him better, he's been

holding out on me.

"You've been holding out on me," I whisper in his ear. Without warning he moves his lips to my neck, biting and kissing me. I moan at the feeling and almost forget that we're in public. He's still silent, working his magic on my body, kissing my neck and grinding our bodies together.

"This what you want?" he growls. His voice is too much to take for my weak body, and as he rubs our cocks together I feel wetness filling my underwear. I try not to make too much noise as cum leaves my body, and I just end up panting heavily into his ear, letting him know what he's doing to me without saying a word. The orgasm stops finally, leaving me a shaking mess. I lay my head on his shoulder as we barely continue dancing to the music.

"Time to go," he whispers into my ear. We've been here for about an hour, maybe less, but I agree, I'm dying to be alone with him. He leads me out of the club by the hand, saying goodbye to a couple of people along the way, and lets me go once we're out the door. The whole walk back to the hotel is silent until we get into the elevator.

"What do you owe Henry?" I ask. He laughs.

"A blowjob," he says, "I once promised to suck his dick if his hockey or football or whatever team lost," he laughs, "it did."

Did they even watch any match?

"Damn," I say under my breath, he looks at me patiently. I give him a naughty innocent look, "maybe I can help pay off that debt for you," I finish. There's no point in hiding my affections now, not to him, not after he made me cum without even touching my dick. He smiles and shrugs, "maybe."

A comfortable and horny silence ensues.

"What about Tanner?" I ask. He laughs again, this time a low mischievous laugh, like he knows a secret.

"Well I've never told anyone this, not even Steven," he says bringing his finger to my lips in a shush gesture, I almost impulsively take it into my mouth, but I don't. This time saying his ex's name doesn't make him sad, so today is a good day. I nod enthusiastically, already wanting to hear more.

"Well we grew up in different neighbourhoods in the same area, he was pretty popular so he was one of those guys you like before you even met him."

I nod.

"He's about seven years older than me so to me he just disappeared one day, I eventually discovered he just moved somewhere else and was working in another city, that's all I knew."

He smile is widening as he gets closer to the end of his sentence, I know we're almost at the good part.

"Then when I moved here, I was either at work or bored so I just started looking for guys to fuck online," he says, his voice now dripping with gossip, like this was a story he was dying to tell, "so I saw a guy named Tenny online and I just instantly ed that's exactly what we used to call this one older boy I had a crush on when I was a kid. I didn't expect it to really be him, but when we met up in this very hotel, it fucking was! "

"What?" I ask incredulously. I never expected that the clean cut and married detective was less than straight. Then again, I'm sure some people never expected that of me. Danny's exaggerations of almost every word make the story seem that much more juicier.

"Yes," he affirms, wide-eyed, "and even worse, he was into a lot of kinky shit too, like being dominated, getting tied to the bed, getting spanked, being called dirty names, gagged, flogged, you name it."

Damn.

"So you did all of that?" I ask. He nods, almost proudly, "how many times?"

"Too many to count if I'm being honest, fucked him everyday for almost two weeks at some point," he says to my shock, he's definitely proud. "Went on for about six months. I ended it when I discovered that NOT ONLY IS HE A COP, but he was like engaged. TO A WOMAN! "

He pauses, then laughs at himself, "his ass was hard to let go of to be honest, I tried to forget all his bullshit and fucked him one last time before I called it quits. If a fucking cop was gonna be caught cheating on his wife with dudes, it definitely wasn't gonna be with me."

He shakes his head as he laughs humorlessly to himself. I get the sense that without all the drama that formed later, they might have actually enjoyed each other's company. Turns out I was right about the sexual tension between them.

"Did he recognize you?" I ask, I can't miss any details.

"I don't think so at first, but I did make sure to let him know this one time when I had him tied to the bed, pretending to take photos of him I was gonna send to all of his old friends. Dude almost instantly came, he gets off on being shamed that one."

Wow. I unfortunately can't help thinking about how hot this story is, the

increasing tightness in my jeans knows how hot it is. Danny laughs dryly again to himself.

"What a fucking nutjob," he says, almost whispering to himself. Nutjob enough to burn someone's house down?

"You think so?" I question, already having to remind him of my presence.

"Totally man, he has this narcissism and this sense of inferiority all in one. That one would've been a stain on my dick to be honest."

Would?

"Like crying literal tears on the phone and begging me to come back to him one second, then threatening to destroy me the next, dude totally needs help."

All these stories seem nothing like the detective I saw. Then I think of myself again. We're alike in many ways, but I somehow managed to get to this point of finally just being honest with myself. Wait. I was actually forced to, if my wife hadn't divorced me, wouldn't I still be exactly like Tanner? For someone in his position, it's going to come out sooner or later either way.

"The sex was great though," Danny says with a naughty glimmer in his eyes.

Turns out this wild animal side of him has always existed. I'm hard as a rock when his story concludes, imagining myself as Tanner, getting bound and fucked by him, but just because I trust him and not because I'm a kinky perv. I don't even realize that we're at his door now. He opens and enters, I follow with no explanation. He looks back, almost puzzled. Suddenly, the animal returns, making his eyes almost glow in the darkness of his room. It's almost scary when he pushes me against the door and moves his body into mine, lifting me up against the wall and holding me there by my ass.

"Strong enough to carry you too," he says, resting his forehead on mine. I don't know what he means, I'm too turned on to guess. He closes the distance between our lips, and it finally happens. My body explodes when I feel his lips on mine. At last. It's unlike any experience I've ever had before, like I'm dying and being born in one feeling. Nothing makes sense anymore, how have I been alive for so long without this feeling, without this man?

I realize I'm on my feet now, and I pull his face into mine, as if it can get any closer. His tongue gives me life as it dances with mine, and I never want to be apart from him again.

As if he's teasing my again, he pulls away. We're both panting heavily, not knowing the right place to go from here.

"Time for bed," he says. I don't want to go, but I'd promised myself that I

wouldn't kiss him, and I did, so I don't know. He tries his best to gather himself, and repeats the phrase as he turns the knob slowly. The door opens a little, and it's like he's fighting himself as he opens it further, pushing me out of the way. I close my eyes, hoping he will have changed his mind when I open them, but when I do he's holding the door open for me. It takes all of me to accept reality, but I shift towards the open door.

My face es dangerously close to his, and I can't help myself. I move my lips to his again for a goodnight kiss. It lasts longer than I expected, the taste of his mouth is almost addictive even after just one hit, but I manage to pull away, rushing to my room before I lose all control.

Why did I have to meet him at such a horrible time? It's horrible for him, but not for me. For me, there's never been a bad time for him to come into my life. I strip down to my still wet underwear, drenched in cum. I'm still hard, hard for him, for the one who doesn't want me. I jump into my bed and pull out my dick and put it my my hands.

Is this my life? Is this what my life is going to be forever? What do I do now? Do I go back to the farm and find another beard and hope that one doesn't leave me? So I can keep living a disappointing life and drown into alcoholism again? Do I really say yes when the man I want thinks it's not good for me to be with him?

No. This can't be it.

I hop out of bed and step out of my room, still in my underwear. I knock on his door, "Danny open up!"

He does, and he also in his underwear, wet like mine.

"You'll always gonna find a way to make us match won't you?"

I don't even let him finish, closing the door behind me as I move closer to him and kiss him. He doesn't resist like I expected, and instead takes control, wrestling my tongue down and running his hands all over my body, making me moan into his mouth. I feel like he's holding back on me again, like his hands aren't touching all the parts he want to. I break the kiss.

"Be the beast you want to be man," I say pressing my hands into his chest. He pushes his body away from mine, and being the beast I ordered him to be, he drops his underwear to his ankles and lifts both feet to step out of it. He's beautiful. His dark muscular body is almost like a work of art, and his dick is just amazing. I immediately want to touch it, and I close the distance between us. He drops down to his knees and pulls my underwear down, making my cock spring up as the waistband frees the head. He only licks the head on his way up to my mouth, where he settles again.

Our hard naked bodies rubbing together is suddenly not enough, and I want more of him. This time it's me who drops to my knees, and I don't waste time putting his hard member in my mouth. This is all I've ever wanted in my life, so as one can probably imagine I'm not going to hold back. I take more of his length as I

go further down the shaft, it's pretty thick, but all I want to do is to please him. I feel like I'm succeeding when he moans. His voice is music to my ears and I jerk myself off as I go further down his member.

I finally have all his about eight inches in my mouth, and hold there so he can feel my heat around him. He moans loudly and puts his hands in my hair, fucking my face. I let him take control, let him give me however much he wants me to take, and let him take his dick out of my mouth as replace it with his balls.

At this point it's no secret that I've at least done this before, but I don't mind showing this to him, and by the sounds of things he doesn't mind either. I stand up and kiss him as I push him towards the bed. He sits on it, leaving my cock right in his face. He doesn't hesitate as he takes it into his mouth, and I almost cum at just the idea of the most beautiful man on earth blowing me, sucking my dick. I let him do whatever he pleases and he lifts my leg to place my foot on the bed beside him. He takes this action in stride, and slowly moves his hand from my foot up to my hole.

Somehow his finger is already slick, and he uses it to play around my entrance, teasing me. I groan, discontent, and move my hips backwards so he can take the hint. After watching me squirm, he finally does, and shoves his finger into my ass. The sensation of his mouth on my dick and his one finger in my ass is almost pushing me over the edge, and he lets my cock go as my moans get louder, leaving his finger in my ass. My dick right in front of his face, hard and dripping, and soon he adds a finger to the one inside me. He quickens the pace, fucking me with his two fingers as I moan and scream and cry. His cock is rock hard, and I long to feel it inside me.

"I want you to fuck me," I say. He's too horny to object, and from nowhere

there's a condom in his hand. I make a note to ask him about those magic tricks later. He removes his fingers from my ass as he uses both hands to unwrap it and roll it onto his hardness, but replaces the empty feeling on my body by taking my dick into his mouth. He takes me out of his mouth when he's done, and waits for me to assume the position I want to get fucked in. So considerate.

I pull him up so we're both standing and I jump onto the bed, getting on all fours in front of him. He takes too long, and I turn my head to see him just looking at me, smiling.

"Come on man fuck me," I demand, getting impatient. I feel his body get into the bed and I feel his thighs against mine. His cock finally touches me, and it can't enter fast enough.

"Come on m- aaaah," he interrupts my demands by entering his whole length into me, making me scream out. I'm finally complete. There's no feeling in the world that will ever beat this. He holds the position, letting me get used to him inside of me. But I will never get used to it, used to this feeling of fullness and contentment that makes everything else in the world seem small.

He moves back slowly, then back in again, then again, slowly.

"Fuck me m- aah," again he interrupts my demands, pounding into me. He increases his pace, grabbing me by my hips like I wished he would. I grip the bed sheets hard, in agony, of the feeling of him fucking me and of wanting more. Like he can read my mind, he gives me more, increasing his pace once again.

His hands are all over my body, in my hair, on my hips, on my shoulders, on my ass, around my torso, jerking me off, whatever. His moans get louder and I know he's about to cum. To my dismay, he stops and pulls out of me. I turn my head to look at him, and he doesn't say anything as he moves to lie on his back on the bed.

"Ride me cowboy," he says. Just his voice almost makes me cum. I follow his instructions and move to straddle him, sitting on his cock. The look on his face is of pure ecstasy as I slowly fill myself up with him. Once fully in, I begin with slow movements like his, teasing him. His beautiful face writhes in agony. I increase the pace, also not able to stand the torture, and begin riding his cock like a cowboy like he ordered me to.

He takes his hands and puts them under his head, controlling me but letting me be the one in control. He stares at me with pure hunger and lust in his eyes as I fuck myself, so much that I don't know what's making me feel like I might catch on fire, the feeling of his eyes on me or the feeling of his cock inside me. I speed up the ride when I see in his face that he's about to cum, and like the animal that he is, he screams as he lifts his upper body up to mine, hugging me and crashing his lips on mine. The feeling of his kiss and his pulsating cock is too much for my body to take, and I can't control myself as I reach the climax too. My cock is sandwiched between our bodies when it starts to shoot, and the cum comes out in full force and hits his chin.

This is the most powerful orgasm I've ever had in my life, and it's not stopping. The amount of cum coming out of my cock fades but the feeling doesn't, like I might cum again. He grabs my cocks and tugs, and it's almost like I'm cumming again. The feeling is so strong that I just close my eyes and let death take me. I collapse into him, burying my face in his neck as I'm panting.

It's finally over, and my love for this man is now fully confirmed. He takes the condom off and throws it wherever, and wraps his hands around me, face also in my neck. Eventually our breathing slows down, and now we're just lying in this perfect moment, no wrong in the world.

"I guess you're a cum with no hands type of guy," he says into my neck. His voice sounds muffled, like my senses aren't yet fully functional. I can't speak yet, but eventually I find my voice.

"I'm not," I manage to say, "that was..."

I can't find the perfect words for it.

"Yeah," he says. I'm glad he felt it too.

"I want to love you," I confess to him. I don't care what he says after that and I don't listen, I just wanted to lay all my cards on the table.

***

"Hey," he says. He's floating on top of the water and he's naked, his limp dick on

his belly. I'm sitting outside of the jacuzzi with only my feet inside.

"Why are you naked in public?" I ask, hopefully not ruining the moment. His eyes open and he turns them to me, "look around," he instructs me, "we're alone."

I look around. We are alone. Where is everybody?

"Look at yourself," he says. I do, I'm naked too, I gasp. I look at him, this time he's smiling, and he's already rock hard.

"Come here," he instructs, I start to.

"Come here and touch me," he says, focusing his eyes on his own cock. I get into the water, its way deeper than I know it to be, so I swim to him. I reach him, and reach my hand out to touch him. I wrap my hand around his cock, and I flinch when I see flames, but they don't burn me. Every place of turns to fire.

"Kiss me," he says. This time I'm not afraid to. Our faces are engulfed in flames as we make out.

"You want more?" he asks.

"Yes," I answer.

"Say it," he demands.

"I want more," I say.

"Again," he demands.

I say it again.

"Again."

"Give me more Danny."

I don't want to wake up, but I do, not because I want it to end, but because I know this time I'm dreaming. I open my eyes to see the most wonderful thing, he's right here, face up with his eyes closed. He's smiling, like he's awake.

"Some dream huh?" he asks. I don't know what to say, did he hear me begging for his touch, I thought that was only happening in the dream. I feel my erection pushing onto his side, wet at the head. I blush, not knowing how far I went. His body shakes with laughter, a mischievous smile on his face.

"You were like Oh baby please fuck me, give me more of your cock," he says. If my face gets any hotter it might explode. I turn away from him to hide my shame. He puts an arm and a leg around me and gets his lips to my ear.

"I'm joking," he laughs, the most beautiful laugh. I turn my body to face him. He's so beautiful. I can't believe this is real. Nothing except a sigh comes out, content. I'm glad to find him still by my side, last night it felt a bit like he was in the type of mood to go out and fuck everyone, even someone like me.

"What?" he asks. I tell him it's nothing. I sigh again, and he just looks at me, giving me time to gather my thoughts.

"I never thought I'd be here," I say. He shrugs, "well a week ago you didn't know me so..."

He laughs when I laugh, "that's not what I mean," I say.

"I'm gay," I say, for the first time out loud.

"Okay," he says. I'd dreamed of a life where I could just come out and say it, and I'm living it now. In my old life, I feared this nonchalant reaction was impossible. I know it still isn't.

"Thanks," I say.

"Okay?" he answers, unsure.

"For not judging me," I finish. I think he knows I'm not talking to him now, that I'm talking to my own demons.

"It's okay," he says. I finally feel like it is.

"How long have you been gay?" he asks. I don't know the right answer to the question, somewhere in the middle of all the pretending the lines had been blurred.

"My whole fucking life," I conclude.

"I thought the whole marriage with kids thing would make me get over it but well," I shrug. He finishes for me, "didn't pan out."

"I used to drive long distances with the produce you know, and sometimes I'd just be at a truck stop just to rest you know," I say, nervously. I think he can tell by my nervous speech that this is a confession.

"I was in the bathroom this one time when this massive cock just presented itself to me," I say, using my hands to exaggerate the size, "just massive you know, then all these feelings just came flooding back into my being. I didn't take it right then, but I went back for it eventually."

He listens to my story with interest in his face, letting me spill my guts out.

"From then on it was just more drives, more truck stop sexual encounters, until I met this one guy who kinda became a regular," I say, ing a man who I only knew as Tom.

"We exchanged numbers and we'd arrange our schedules so we were always traveling at the same time, and we'd meet to fuck in motels and stuff."

He nods, "did you love him?"

I sigh, "I don't know, I never thought I could so I never tried," I confess, "with him it was just about the sex."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know," I say, "I stopped talking to him when the whole divorce thing started."

He nods again.

"Was his cock big?" he smiles. I nod, "I loved his dick. The whole experience was like an addiction for me, just any cock wherever I could find it, had to hold myself back so I wouldn't fuck one of her brothers."

His eyes widen for a moment, but he lets it go.

"So it's common? The whole gay man married to a woman thing?" he asks. I nod. "Thought it was just a porn thing," he says, "Tanner and you and porn."

I still can't wrap my mind around the whole Tanner thing.

"What did you get in the divorce?" he asks. I think, I really didn't get much.

"Just the piece of land and my wife telling me she lost our baby once," I say, "I think she just said that to hurt me. Hurt me like I hurt her."

He shrugs, he doesn't want to tell me I deserve it, but I know I do, especially when I how much money she was willing to throw away just to get rid of me.

"Should've been honest from the start," I say to myself. He nods, "no better time than the present," he says. He's right. I pull him in and kiss him, taking him by surprise. He moans softly into my mouth, just going with it for once. It's about to get good when we're interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Who is it," he asks. It's room service, a bit early for breakfast. "Should I tell him to come in?" he asks. I hear his voice in my head telling me there's no better time than the present, and I nod. He pulls the sheets over our bodies and tells him to come in.

The door opens and some guy in his early to mid twenties enters, red in the face like he's coming out of an inferno. He sets breakfast on the table.

"What's wrong with him?" I whisper in Danny's ear.

"Oh, he saw me naked once," he says, not minding his volume, the guy obviously hears him.

"Imagine how he's feeling now that there's two of us," he finishes. He takes his jeans from last night off the floor and takes out a bill and hands it to the guy. Knowing Danny, I'm surprised he didn't fuck him. The guy takes it and runs out. I'm about to get back to business when I that my room is next. I'd complain if this place wasn't a fucking palace.

"I'll see you after breakfast," I say, giving Danny a quick kiss and walking around his room naked, looking for a robe to wear. I find it and run out, following the man to my room. I let him open it but jump in before he does, and I take my food and tip him. I eat my breakfast and clean myself up, not wanting to waste any time before going back.

In no time at all I find myself at his door, knocking and feeling all giddy like a schoolgirl. He answers, smiling, in a bathrobe. How many of those are there per room?

I'm glad to see him still smiling. I almost jump into him, closing the distance between our bodies and pushing the robe off his shoulders, revealing his naked body. I brazenly came here in shorts only, going through all the trouble of hiding my boner in the hallway, but it pays off and soon they're off my body, and we're naked again. His cock was the only thing keeping me going, so I seek it again. I put it whole into my mouth in one go, like an expert. He immediately moans, and this time I move my head slowly, feeling every inch and letting him feel every sensation. I lick every part of it, and every part is so hot in my mouth. I torture him like this for two more minutes, and I don't take his moans as objections.

"Oh no," he says. I fill his cock pulsating and take it out of my mouth. His spurts his cum onto my lips, and moves the rest down onto my chin, then neck and chest. That was fast. I look up to his face and smile at him, he smiles back as he tries to gather himself. Once he's calmed, he takes my hand, getting me up and leading me to the bed. This time I'm the one who's face up on the bed, and he moves his face to my cock, giving me the same treatment I'd given him earlier. Just knowing we're in the same room is enough to make me cum, but that plus the feeling of what he's doing to my body sets me on fire.

His mouth is perfect, like he's trying to suck my soul out from that little slit. I can only moan as he takes me, but he stops. Already prepared, he doesn't skip a bit as he gets his body on the bed with me and lifts my legs by the ankles. He takes only a second to lubricate me with his fingers and then replaces them with his cock. His entry is agonizingly slow, and for someone as well endowed as he is, I'm almost dead when he's fully inside me.

"Fuck me man," I demand impatiently, this time he lets me finish, but that's all the words I can get out before he starts pounding me. He pounds me like that for I don't know how long, then moves his hand to my dick. At the lightest touch, I cum, spraying my belly with the hot fluid guided by his magic fingers. I'll never

get used to these earth shattering orgasms, it really won't stop. He continues pounding and jerking me off like that, making me orgasm for the hundredth time in the same orgasm, I can't get enough.

His motion quickens for a second, then in a blur of actions he pulls out of me and pulls off the condom and aims his cock at my my chest. He screams out as him cum squirts all over me, soaking me. He's not even done when he collapses on top of me, groaning into my ear. His beautiful voice almost makes me cum again. We stay like that for a while, almost falling asleep. He lifts his face and makes it hover above mine. I lift myself up to kiss him, then he drops his head again.

"I want to love you," I tell him again, wrapping my arms around him.

"Okay man," he says. Okay.

Chapter 4

"This place is really nice."

"I know," I reply. We're at the rooftop jacuzzi again. Only the lower half of his legs are in the water and his elbows are on the ground, the rough buffered by his robe. I can't help but look at the large mound at the front of his briefs. I look away from the scene completely, because I know my eyes are automatically attracted the same spot.

"We're always alone here," he says. He seems more relaxed than usual. It's late, obviously we're going to be alone.

"It's almost midnight," I remind him. He also seems to be a bit out of it, like his mind is altered somehow. He nods slowly. I haven't spent the whole day with him so it's possible he could have been out drinking or getting high.

"Are you drunk?" I ask him. He slowly turns his gaze to me.

"No," he answers, eyes narrow, "I'm just tired."

I can get why he's tired. I decide to listen, wanting to hear more. At this point I realize I don't really know much about him, so if he's going to talk, I'm going to listen.

"Tired of feeling like the world is ending," he says, looking me in the eyes. I struggle to maintain eye . My else are really fighting to look at the bulge in his underwear.

"Tired of uhhh," he drags out the sound, tired of even thinking of the right words to describe his feelings.

"Everything?" I ask. He nods.

"Yes, that's the right word," he says smiling at me.

He exhales then closes his eyes, moving his feet back and forth in the water. I finally take this as the opportunity to look at his delicious package. The form is a huge round shape at the front of his red briefs. I figure red is his favorite color and give myself a few points. I subtract a few points for not being able to stop ogling him. My eyes ride up his body to his face. His eyes are open and there's a hint of a smile on his lips. Caught again.

"Is this what you've always been doing since we came here?" he asks. I already know the answer is yes but I try to think. I noticed that he's hot the moment I

opened the door for him that very first night, and I took him in for the rest of the night, and all those other nights. I only shrug.

"It's okay," he says, "it's nice to be seen."

At least he doesn't think I'm a perv.

I see a hint of his wildness in his eyes, but he closes them before I can confirm if it's really there.

Then he lifts one of his hands and moves it to his crotch, lightly touching it then putting his whole hand over it. I can only observe, having already been rendered speechless.

His put his hand into his briefs then adjusts his cock, opting to let it lay sideways. It's hard to keep my eyes off the outline of the cut mushroom head, but I do only for a second, to see his eyes still closed and a smile on his lips. He knows what he's doing to me.

"How old are you?" I ask. I decide that since I know we're not fucking right here, it's best to just change the subject.

"Twenty-five," he says. I didn't expect him to be younger or older, it's just perfect. I guess I hadn't really concerned myself with his age.

"Where did you even get a house?" I ask, hoping that talking about his house wouldn't upset him. He doesn't say anything for a moment and I almost think it did upset him.

"Well," he says, then pauses, "my grandmother left it for me."

I nod.

"I didn't even know her that well to be honest, it was completely random."

His eyes are open now and his voice is waking up. The life is finally returning to his body.

"Gave it a complete upgrade and made it my own place," he finishes with a genuine smile on his lips.

"Where'd you get the money for that?" I ask. He smiles as he retrieves his phone from his robe. The bright light of the screen lights up his face as he clicks,

already distracted. I hope this won't be the rest of our night.

"She left me a couple thousand bucks," he says mindlessly, "and I can't complain about my salary."

His smile is wide as he finishes. A job which gives a distressed employee paid leave obviously cares enough to pay well.

I try to catch the reflection of his screen on his snow white teeth, which even struggle to outshine every other feature in his face.

He lifts his body up so that he's sitting upright and hands the phone to me, his eyes failing to unattach themselves from the screen as the phone changes hands. He tells me to scroll right.

On the screen is a photo of him with a big house in the background. It looks like a suburban mansion, with black and white walls and a lawn. Everything on it looks expensive, even the window pane. I wonder how much he pays whoever does the landscaping on the house. It doesn't look cheap. I already feel insignificant.

He looks different in the photo. He looks happy. I've seen him enjoying a few things but I've never seen him this happy. I hope I'll know him long enough to make him so joyful again. Or even happier.

"The pool is nice huh?" he asks, already knowing the answer. I realize I haven't seen more than one photo.

"Hold on a second," I tell him, beginning to scroll. There's more photos of him just enjoying and showing off his pad. There's some of him and Steven, I won't ask. They look happy. They were a hot couple. I feel bad for thinking that I'd probably be up to fucking Steven if I didn't know Danny.

"Steven's pretty hot," I say. He smiles.

"Yep," he says. I imagine iring the looks of your ex with someone who's trying to replace him is not what Danny had in mind, but he doesn't mind.

"Wow," I say without realizing. The photo shows Danny and Steven shirtless at his pool. They look like two perfect specimens. I guess they were too perfect to make it work. He sighs, not a sad sigh, but his tired sigh. I guess he's heard it all before.

I realize I've seen all the photos of his house and now I'm just going through his gallery. There's more pictures of him and Steven, out at some fancy looking restaurants, kissing in the night, dancing in expensive suits, sleeping in bed. I should feel discouraged, but I don't. Maybe if someone like Steven can't make it work with him, someone like me can. After all, I've been working hard all my life.

His movements distract me for a second, but we both stay silent as he moves his whole body into the pool, leaving everything from the chest up above of the water. My eyes turn back to his phone, and I try to ignore that I'm now the phone zombie. I feel like I'm looking for something but I don't know what.

"You looking for something?" he asks, reading my mind. I stutter, "uhhh no."

I hand the phone over to him with the screen showing a photo of him inside a pool, imitating how he's looking now. He smiles when he sees the photo, then starts scrolling again. He shoots me another naughty look as he scrolls, but I don't know what he's thinking. He hands me the phone again. I try to dry my hand in the air as I take the phone back.

I'm not prepared for what I see on the screen. It's him and Steven, completely naked, and hard. I almost choke on my own spit when I see it. They seem to be just leisurely lying on a sofa. The camera is in Steven's hand and his other arm is under Danny's body with his hand gripping Danny's cock. It looks like a piece of modern art. Danny is the little spoon in the photo and his hand is on Steven's biceps while the other is at his penis, grabbing his balls. Their legs are wrapped around each other. I can't tell whose cock is bigger.

Now I wish we'd met at a time when this was possible. Of course it's possible now, but could I ever beat this? I move my finger across the screen, scrolling to see more. The next one looks similar to the first one, then the next one, but I notice their face get closer to each other with every photo, until the distance is closed and their lips are locked together. It's a fucking beautiful photo, and I

wish that was me. I start to think maybe I can't compete. I look at Danny and see his eyes closed again, and I think I should at least try. He's worth it.

"It's fucking hot," I say, about my view of him.

"I know," he smiles weakly. We're not on the same page.

"I feel like a loser for letting him slip away," he says. I can't listening to him crying about his ex anymore, so, like in my dream, I move through the water to him and put my lips to his. I rub my body on his, letting him feel how hard he makes me. After a moment he finally reciprocates. I love the drug that is the taste of his lips. This time I'm the one who pulls away, going back to my original position, a few feet from him. He smiles at me, like he's surprised I can get off him. I'm surprised too.

"Mark," he says. I don't know where he's going, so I just listen.

"The way you looked at me and Mark," he says, the pauses. He loves speaking like this, making my mind race to see if I'll get it right.

"I could see by the way you looked at us," he says, "that you haven't seen much color in your life."

Silence forms. He lets me think.

"Well," I finally say, then shrug. It's true. He leaves me to think until I can say something.

"I grew up on a farm in a small town, I mean..."

I can only shrug. He doesn't say anything, still waiting me to say something.

"It wasn't very colorful," I say, deciding that this would be all I would say. He shrugs too, then starts laughing.

"How do you like the color here?" he says a second later, after calming down.

I shrug, "it's okay."

I'm lying, it's better than anything I'd ever imagined. I think this is all Danny's doing though, I don't think anybody else's tour of the city includes a trip to a gay underground sex club.

He sees through my lie and smiles at me, before he starts laughing again.

"I'm an equal opportunity fucker," he says. I try to think.

"Out loud," he says, knowing I've already begun to count all the people I know he's fucked since I've known him.

"Mark."

First and foremost.

He nods.

"The bouncer," I say. He nods.

"Henry," I add.

"The big bear in the bathroom," I say.

"The hunk Steven," I say. He only nods.

"And Tanner," I say finally.

"And that's it. You're right."

He nods again, this time proudly.

"Dick is dick," he says. We laugh at the sentiment.

"Now the rainbow flag makes sense," I say. His body shakes as he laughs, but he shakes his head when he's done. He looks like he has thoughts on the topic, but he also doesn't look like he's in the mood for debate. I wouldn't disagree with anything he says though, he looks smart.

"You're good with names," he says. I am, a rather unusual trait. I only shrug, letting the compliment/statement be the beginning of a warm silence.

I close my eyes like he does, deciding to experience the sensation of the hot water on my body. It's so calming, even in the current crazy atmosphere of the world.

I hope it's not my turn in the hot seat.

"How old are you?" he asks. I guess it is.

"Thirty two," I answer. He smiles before the number even s.

"That's Tanner's age," he says. I laugh too.

"Your least favorite ex," I say. He only laughs and doesn't deny it. I knew it.

"How old were you when you got the farm?" he asks. My mind goes back to the moment I inherited the farm. I smile before I answer, already knowing where this is going.

"Twenty four," I say. He smiles too.

"Where did you even get a house?" he mocks.

"My daddy lived and died on the farm," I say, "then he gave it to me when he ed. My mama didn't mind, she left it to me when she got married to Mr Cooper."

He looks confused for a second, the look on his face clearly saying I'm probably crazy, then the smile returns.

"You don't know him," I clarify. He laughs, "well obviously."

His laugh is rare, and in my mind I promise him that it will become less rare with time.

He looks at me with curious eyes, but motionless lips. I can tell there's a lot he wants to say, but he's holding back. I don't push him too, his usual curiosity usually leaves me riled up.

"Do you know who the father of your ex wife's child is?"

"No," I answer. Why is he bringing this up again? I left as soon as the divorce

was finalized and only got updates when she decided to call and tell me. It shouldn't bother me, but in the back of my mind there are questions.

"Probably your best friend," he says. Probably. It really was probably him, in my mind it couldn't have been anyone else. I ignore this topic. It won't get us anywhere.

"Or your brother," he adds.

"Whatever," I say. If it was anyone else saying this I wouldn't be here right now. But a few minutes ago I was the one asking the questions, so I'll let him take it where he wants to. Besides, I'm still hard as a rock right now and I can't get out of the water without him noticing.

"Come here," he says, gesturing with his finger. I try to pretend I'm upset with him, staying still and trying my hardest to have an upset look on my face. My face fails, but my body somehow succeeds in resisting the magnetic force pulling me to him.

"Come on," he almost whines. He opens his arms to receive me, and the magnetic force multiplies by a thousand, eventually breaking me and pushing all the pieces right into his body.

He wraps his arms around my waist, and again it feels like it's just us two in the

world.

"Kiss me," he says. I don't know if he's giving me the reins, if it's an order or a request, but I slowly push my face into his. At the slightest of our lips my body explodes, like I'm experiencing everything for the first time. This is a drug I'll never get enough of.

His hands around my waist pull me in closer and mine wrap even tighter around his neck. Even no distance is too much distance between us. In an instant the kiss moves from sensual to hungry and horny. His hands move from my waist to my ass, his fingers creeping into the waistband and pushing it down. I try to that we're outside but my mind forgets that minor detail.

His fingers grind aggressively on my ass, pushing the waistband further down until I'm sure it's below the round of my ass. I get that this also means my cock is now out, but I'm too lost in the moment to care. I grind into him, letting my cock get sandwiched between our bodies and letting his body hair tease me. I let one of my hand get into the water to swim to his underwear, where I pull the waistband down and grab his cock. He moans into my mouth as he devours me.

Somewhere in our noise I hear a foreign sound, someone, a male, clearing his throat. I open my eyes and I immediately get pulled back into our moment when I see his beautiful face, eyes closed as he kisses me. I moan into him.

I hear the foreign noise again, this time calling his name. This time we both ignore it, but it only calls his name louder. I pull my lips away from his and call

his name too. He opens his brown eyes like he's waking up. He looks around, then groans.

"Agh," he says. Our bodies are still glued together and only our faces are a few inches apart. His hands are still on my ass and I feel them moving back to my waist.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he whines. I look to where his eyes are looking, and a familiar looking detective becomes the focus of our attention.

"I just came to say hi," he says.

"Really Tanner? Coming all the way over here to say hi after ten at night?"

He's obviously not impressed, but I can still feel his cock still hard against mine.

"How the hell did you even find me?" he asks. Tanner sighs, he obviously didn't think he'd have to explain himself when he decided to come here.

"Steven told me," he says. Danny doesn't look convinced, "Steven doesn't know I'm staying here."

"I found out okay? I'm here now."

"But I didn't ask you to come here. I'm kind of in the middle of something in case you hadn't noticed," he says, turning his eyes to me for a moment. Tanner turns his attention to me. He looks different. Maybe our softcore porn scene got him all riled up. I can start to see the side of him that Danny is most familiar with, or maybe it's only because I now know it exists. I feel weird to be in this position, being looked at like a piece of meat.

Tanner sighs then turns his attention back to Danny. A bit condescending, but Danny's got his arms wrapped around me so I don't mind. I feel Danny start to shrink in the water, and we can't have that. I attack him with my lips, long enough to get him hard again, he smiles at me when I pull away, then he closes the distance again. Tanner is far away from our minds again, until he decides to open his damn mouth again.

"I'll quit if that's what you want me to do," he says. Danny immediately pulls away. I open my eyes to see his wide open, mild shock in his face. He shakes his head, then uses his hands to get his junk back into his underwear. He put his hands on my shoulders after getting back to his initial seated position, with only his feet in the water. His boner is right in front of my face, and it take all of me not to remove his underwear and dive into it. I turn to Tanner, and his eyes are darting around, trying not to look at the delicious package. I turn around and push my body into Danny's, and he holds me there by the shoulders.

"I don't want you to do anything," he says, "I don't have any expectations of

you."

Tanner sighs again.

"You still have to put food on the table, don't you have like, a family?"

Again Tanner sighs. A desperate sigh. I turn my head to see him nodding.

"But I love you."

Whoa.

"Seeing you last week just sent the feelings flooding back. I'm sorry if it's so out of the blue."

My eyes are wide, and I turn my surprised face away when he looks at me.

"It's not out of the blue, you already told me all that two years ago," Danny says. He seems indifferent to the sentiments. It almost takes me by surprise how cold

he is being, but I suppose it must have taken him by surprise when he discovered that someone he was seeing for half a year was engaged to a woman.

"Isn't there a rule against trying to pursue someone you're investigating?" Danny asks. It seems genuine but I know he's just being sarcastic.

"I want to help you," Tanner says.

"That shouldn't depend on whether or not I accept your advances Tanner," Danny snaps. I can feel his hands stiffening on my shoulders.

"That's not what I was going to say," Tanner quickly fires back, "I can help you, then quit right after."

Danny scoffs and I can feel him rolling his eyes without even looking.

"Why is your marriage always the last thing on your mind?" he asks, offended on the wife's behalf. Tanner finally doesn't know what to say.

"There's a billion reasons why this won't work out but one of them is because I don't want to be in a love triangle with you and your wife," Danny says. Tanner

looks like he's being broken down by each word, and is left with wet glassy eyes. He sighs desperately again.

"I love you Danny."

"I have value Tanner," Danny says, not skipping a beat, "and sneaking around behind your wife's back is beneath my value."

That should be enough to get the point across.

"Do you think me and you can do what I was doing with him before you arrived?"

Tanner sniffs and runs his hand over his face. He's been completely weakened. Given the timeline of their relationship and how long ago they broke up, I can tell why Danny is so over it. But a huge part of me feels so sorry for him, he's feeling what I would be feeling right now if I hadn't been dumped by my wife. Suffocating.

"I'm sorry okay?" Danny says. That was quick. I look to see him putting his hand on Tanner's, rubbing slowly, trying to comfort him.

"That's just not my life anymore."

Tanner's face is covered by his hand.

"Ok fine," he finally says after a few more sniffs.

"Look, if you're serious about the changes you want to make then obviously you'll find someone, you're not... Undesirable."

From what I've seen so far, I doubt Danny can find anyone to be physically undesirable, but he has a point. Tanner looks cut straight from an instagram photo of a group of white speedo-clad men at the beach in Mykonos, so he is definitely someone's type.

"Fine, he says again, then, "fine!" this time more angrily as he stands up and walks away.

"Don't hurt anyone," Danny calls out after him. He sighs, then dips his body into the water, wrapping his arms around me and pulling my back into his front. The heat of our bodies together is almost irresistible, but we have to talk about what just happened.

"What the hell was that about?" I ask. I feel the air ing by my ear as he sighs again.

"I don't buy it," he says.

"It's a nice gesture I guess. But it way too easy."

"Huh?"

"I know him. Maybe he's trying to play me?"

The statement comes out as more of a question. He's just as confused as I am. He sighs into my ear again. The sound is distracting me from the issue at hand, and suddenly I where I am. I that his body is pressed against mine.

"He's smart. He had a degree before he decided to be a cop you know."

His words are faint in the background. I nod, hoping it's an appropriate response to whatever he said.

"He's a fucking psycho," his voice adds faintly in the background. I don't even what we're talking about. I push my body further into his and lay my head on his shoulder, exposing my neck to him, feeling his breath.

My body is bigger than his, so this must be quite the view. It must look like I'm crushing him, but damn it he's the one crushing me. We stay like that for a short while longer, and in that short time I start to feel his vulnerability. The isn't as horny as it usually is, but only for a few moments.

After those few moments of silence, I can feel he's hard again, then I feel his tongue on my neck. He rocks his hips slowly, rubbing himself on my ass, and I've almost had enough of this tame pg experience.

I turn around and immediately go straight to his lips, resuming from where we left off before we were interrupted. He kisses back, but not with as much energy as before. I take the lead, kissing him like there's no tomorrow, then moving to his neck.

His mood has changed, but I don't know how. He's not stopping me, but he's not as forceful as he has been all along. He is letting me do what I want with him, giving me complete control.

"Let's go to bed," I whisper in his ear. He lifts his body up back to his sitting position, his crotch right in front of my face. I want to take it right then and

there, but I stop myself and instead get out of the water with him.

The robing and the walk to the elevator take hours in my mind, I just want to be alone with him, and I show him as soon as the doors close, pinning him to the wall and attacking him with my lips. He lets me have my fun for a moment, then he's back to being the wild animal I want him to be, devouring me.

He stretches his arm towards the wall, and I hear the rapid tapping of buttons, which stops when the elevator stops. I feel him pushing me across the whole floor until my back hits the wall, then he turns me around. Are we really doing this? My mind thinks perhaps we're going a bit too far, but not my body, it doesn't want it to stop.

"Isn't there a camera in here?" I ask.

"I don't know," he says putting his hands on my shoulders, "but if there is," lifting the robe, "enjoy the show," dropping it to the ground. He get on his knees and I can feel his breath on my ass. He yanks my underwear down, leaving it at my ankles, leaving me in the nude while he's still dressed.

The familiar sounds of condom wrappers and lube fills the small space. I'm too dazed to even question the absurdity of the situation, just waiting for his move. Then I feel it, his slick cock on my ass. I want it so bad, and I hope I don't seem too desperate when I push my ass into him, moaning and groaning for the feelings he gives me. He laughs, then lunges forward, placing his hands on top of mine on the wall as he enters my body.

The sudden change makes me moan, and he glues his body to mine, leaving only the crotch with enough space to get a good distance to fuck me deep. The slow pace lasts only a few seconds, as there is another sudden change. In a moment he's plowing hard into me, making short rapid thrusts.

Moans and the sound of our skin fills the room. I'm afraid that we're obviously making noise for everyone in the freaking hotel, but at this point I'm too far gone to care. His tight grip on my hips might leave a mark, but who cares? Not me. Everything is happening so fast, and in another instance I can feel my body tense up, already almost at that point. I know he can feel it too, because in another moment his back is against the wall.

He pulls me with him and reaches around to grab my cock. A few rapid jerks and I can feel it coming. It comes out with such force that I don't even know where I am. I feel the cum hit my chest, then my belly, and he doesn't stop jerking me off as it dribbles over his hand. I grab his wrist to get him to stop, I'm not so sure the next time he makes me cum in this elevator he'll be as ready to prevent a mess.

I get off him and begin to adjust to everything, looking for my clothes. He pulls off the condom and I'm surprised to see it full, I hadn't realized he'd cum too. Now only the sounds of tired panting fill the room as I pick my underwear up, which is somehow at the other corner of the small box, and then my robe and get dressed, his eyes on me.

When I'm done he hands the condom to me, and the moment doesn't even as he picks up his own robe, which he threw on the floor when he was

fucking me, and pulls his briefs up from his ankles. When everything is back to normal, except for the condom in my hand, which I immediately hand over to him, we set for the eleventh floor. The ride is short, and I follow after him.

As we approach his door, there's a figure on the wall next to his door. His knees are up and his head is down, and for a moment I can't quite make out who it is. The dressing is casual but makes him look vaguely familiar, jeans and a shirt.

Danny has a confused look on his face, the man seems to be asleep. We approach, then Danny puts a hand on the man's shoulder and shakes him a bit. His response is sharp and sudden, he lifts his head up and his face is now in full view.

Then, me and Danny at the same time, "Mark!?"

He smiles at us. It looks a bit forced. He looks tired as hell, like he ran from whatever city he comes from all the way here without a break. His face is scruffier than usual.

"Glad you boys are still around," he says. His slow eyes move to the condom in Danny's other hand. There's no denying what it is and what it means. Then his eyes turn to me. He gives me a naughty smile, and I give him a whatever look, I'm too tired from the fucking I just got to be tiptoeing about my sex life. Danny stands and opens his door, immediately going to throw the thing away.

Mark look like a mess, so I help him to his feet and we follow.

"How's life in the love boat?" I ask him. I expected him to be right behind me, so I'm surprised when the reply, a groan, is a few more steps back. It obviously has a lot to do with this current state. I grab him by the wrist and help him to the bed. He takes a seat as Danny walks in from the bathroom.

"You just threw yourself right into our moment Mark," he complains sarcastically. I give a look, then he gives me a look.

"We weren't done," he whispers, or tries to whisper. I'm sure Mark heard that.

"Don't let me disturb you," Mark says. It's a bit too late for that.

"You're in the bed Mark," he says getting on the bed behind Mark. His body is almost pressed against his back and his arm is over Mark's shoulder, hand on his chest.

"Looks like a lot happened to get you here tonight," he says, "but honestly, right now is not the best time to talk."

He's right. It's almost midnight. It's been almost midnight the whole night, but right now it's really almost midnight, and staying up past midnight has never been part of my schedule. My mind is fried and I just want some rest.

"And I'm not ready for a threesome, so we'll talk in the morning. Are you hungry?"

Mark shakes his head. At least. Then he stands up. We watch as he walks towards the couch, then takes a seat. Even if we now have the bed to ourselves, it's gonna be awkward fucking in the presence of Sad Mark. Danny doesn't mind, he pulls me into the bed with him and takes off his clothes. I'm already turned on by his naked body, but this is just too weird for me.

"What are you doing?" I ask him. He smiles at me.

"Sometimes sex is the best medicine to cure a sad heart."

"I'm not the sad one here. Wrong target," I say pointing a finger at Sad Mark. We turn our heads to Mark, his head is turned away from us. His zombie state is beginning to scare me, but one of us is already in the nude. I wouldn't want to waste such a good nakedness.

"Fine," I say dropping the robe and kissing him.

"Fine," I repeat into his mouth, already melting. I'm still in my underwear, I don't know if I can bring myself to taking them off.

"Don't mind him," Danny says, his lips so close to mine that I can feel every word on my lips, "it's just you and me now."

His words are strangely hypnotic, and without consent from my mind, my hands push the underwear down my legs and my feet kick them away. Now we're selfishly about to fuck right in front of a sad friend. Are we friends? Maybe not. I'm doing a lot of mental gymnastics to justify our position. It's of course redundant at this point, my body is now acting on its own accord.

I pull him closer to me, trying to dominate him like he usually does to me. He doesn't resist, falling right into me like I do to him. I pull him into me, hands rubbing everywhere they can. I can feel the fire in him light up, and soon we're evenly matched in our fight for dominance. He pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me, kissing his way from my face, down to my chest. The feeling of his mouth on my nipple feels great, but soon I'm wanting more.

I push him lower by the shoulders, until his face is right where I want it to be, right above my cock. Teasing me, he only licks along the length with his tongue, then lowers his body further. When he's reached his target, he grabs the back of my knees and lifts my legs up, exposing my hole to him. I can feel his breath on my body, and soon he replaces it with an even better sensation.

I can only moan as he eats my ass. In this moment my whole body belongs to him, and he can do whatever he wants. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm again as he fucks me with his tongue and I try to control my volume, not wanting him to stop. I let out a long moan when I start to cum, and at this point I know he knows it's too late to stop.

The feeling of orgasm and his tongue in my ass blurs everything, and for a moment I'm lost, no idea whatsoever about where I am. I'm woken up by his removing himself from my body. Groggily, my eyes finally open to see him and in front of me with a look that says I caught you... I can only shrug.

"Naughty boy," he says before dropping onto the bed, right beside me. The small movement feels like an earthquake. I put my arm around his shoulders and take a look at our bodies. He's still rock hard, waiting for his release. For now, my body is sated and soaking wet with sweat and cum. I reach for his cock, but his hand grabs my wrist before I can jerk him off, slowing my movements.

"Time for another ride cowboy," he whispers. His voice is low and casual but commands my body, giving it the energy to get up and straddle him. He pulls my body into his and pours the lube over my ass. I'm still not completely sure how he does that trick, but it's always handy. In the silent moments when I get up and sit on his cock, it hits me that we're not alone and Mark is supposed to be somewhere in this room. I feel a hand on my chest.

"Come on," Danny says to me in his casual somehow commanding voice. I turn my head to see if Mark is still around, but I'm stopped midway.

"Fuck!" I scream out. The sudden motion of his cock pounding me almost knocks me off my feet. He's not stopping, repeatedly thrusting into my body like a machine gun. I'm already so close to my third orgasm and I know it's too soon.

"Stop," I order him with both hands on his chest. He doesn't, and for some time I forget how to speak, only ing how to feel, feel his cock deep inside me.

"Stop," I repeat. Then he does, and we're left panting like we've been running a marathon. His panting turns into exasperated laughter.

"Mark," he calls out. Only our noise fills the room, and for a moment I wonder if Mark is even here. He finally appears into view as he moves from behind me to the side of the bed. His shirt's upper and lower buttons are undone, leaving a few middle buttons closing it.

"Enjoying the show?" he asks. Mark looks too flustered to even speak, but at this point who wouldn't enjoy such a display?

Danny outstretches his arm and his hand end up at Mark's crotch, undoing his jeans. He pulls the fly down and then turns his attention back to me.

"Hey," he says running his hands over my torso, lowering them until his hand is on my cock.

"Time for work cowboy," he says. Somehow all the cheesy cowboy shit he keeps saying just arouses me more. I need to have a talk with myself after this.

Before I can get any rhythm whatsoever, he pulls my body to his and switches our positions, leaving me as the one lying in bed and him kneeling in-between my open legs. He doesn't skip a beat as he starts fucking me.

I don't know how he makes every sensation multiply by a thousand, but I don't want it to stop. He's got the magic touch.

My eyes wander everywhere, and they stop at Mark, whose shirt is now fully open with his jeans at his knees. He's jerking off one of the fattest cocks I've ever seen. That's not saying much, I haven't really seen much cock in my life, but it's fucking thick. In my mind the moment turns from sensual to just pure lust. I know Danny said he wasn't ready for a threesome, and I respect that, but fuck it do I want to touch that cock. Danny has turned me into a slut.

I drive the thoughts away and turn my focus back to Danny. I immediately regret when I notice how close I am, the look of his face and the movement of his body are the push I need to cum. I drench myself with cum for the third fucking time and I'm not even done when Danny points his cock right at my body. He sprays his cum all over my chest, aiming for a fresh spot to fill with his cum. Just when think the moment is over, I hear Mark's moans getting louder as he gets closer to

my body.

His cum shoots out onto my belly, and he gets closer to completely soak me in it. I'm too tired to even protest as his hose deposits more of his load onto my body. After about three hours he's done and he collapses on the bed beside me. Danny collapses on top of me, kissing me and making my wetness his own.

"Fuck," I say, holding him tight. It feels good to be with him, and I allow myself to get lost in the moment, running my fingers in his hair and over his back. He falls beside me, in-between me and Mark.

He turns to Mark and wraps his arm around him. He does look like he needs a hug. I wrap mine around Danny, leaving my hand on Sad Mark's shoulder and we fall asleep like this.

I allow myself to get lost in the moment, to forget about everything else going on, like why Mark is here, or what I'm going to do when I get out of this hotel. For now everything is alright, I'm enjoying myself with someone I love. For today, that's enough.

Chapter 5

Finally, gravity has pulled me back to earth, and now I'm feeling all the feelings I should have felt last night. Shame for really having sex while someone watched and masturbated, jealousy that Mark might try to take my man, anxiety because I don't think my pockets are deep enough to maintain this lifestyle, and every other negative feeling.

Waking up felt nice though. As on schedule I woke up at six, to see Danny's beautiful face asleep in front of mine. I gave him a quick kiss and went back to sleep, only to wake up two hours later to see it still there. He's really a sleeper. Mark's hands on his chest reminded me of all that happened last night. I woke up and went to clean up in the bathroom.

I hadn't realized how long I had taken in there but when I came out Danny and Mark were up, sitting up in bed and completely naked. Mark is lying face up on his back and Danny is sitting at the edge of the bed, his nude body facing away from me.

And this is where we are now.

I'm not a prude but I suppose if one is comparing the three of us, then I'm the prude. My robe is closed, I'm not about to have a repeat of last night (I hope). I'll be strong today.

"If hotels have a water bill you're paying for all that," Danny says turning his head to me. His voice and smile weaken me that it takes a moment for his comment to . I only shrug.

"Morning," I reply, trying to find a perfect spot in the room to go to. I'm sure I look like a fool just wandering and looking around the room, so I opt to leave. My eyes are laser focused on the door as I begin to walk in that direction. I walk the beige carpet and reach my target without protest, but as soon as I put my hand on the knob...

"Hey," Danny's voice calls out. I haven't viewed him from the front yet, and I'm not about to. I turn my head to the side just to acknowledge that I heard him.

"I'm going to go change," I say. I'm trying not to make my inner struggle obvious, but I'm pretty sure my voice came out choked and high key.

"Come give me a kiss goodbye," it says. I really don't want to, but as usual my body acts without approval from my mind. My hand lets go of the knob and I turn around. I can only use my hands to pull the robe to hug my body tighter and to tighten the belt. I'm not about to have that sort of wardrobe malfunction in my moment of weakness.

My eyes turn to Danny, and travel down his body to his cock, no pretense whatsoever. He's hard and in his seated position it points at the ceiling light

above my head. I so want to help relieve him, but I tell myself it's just morning wood, it'll once he takes a piss. I reach him and bend over and give him only a peck on the lips. He laughs.

"Morning breath," I say. Then he laughs again. At this point I'm convinced he's laughing just to weaken me. An expectant smile is on his face. My eyes turn to Mark for only a moment to see him smiling at the scene before him. An expectant look is on his face too, but I'm sure he's expecting something different. Maybe something to jerk off to later while his girlfriend sleeps.

I bend over to kiss him again. This time he grabs my head with both hands, there's no escaping it. I allow myself to get lost in the kiss for only a moment, then I pull away. He doesn't allow me to, standing up with me and wrapping his arms around my waist. In a moment of complete strength, I pull my head away again, creating a few inches of distance between our faces.

"Okay," he says, letting me go, finally understanding my predicament. His fingers linger on my waist before dropping to his sides. He drops back to sit on the bed, smiling up at me. I'm lost for a moment but in another instance I realize why he's smiling. I'm rock hard and my obvious erection is making a tent on the robe. The shape is comical in how it's pointed right at his face. Fuck me! Not literally.

It won't happen. I already told myself that it wouln't happen, so no matter how great the urge to just make a small parting of my robe and aim for his mouth, I won't. Instead, I put my hands over my crotch and pray that there's nobody in the hallway. I haven't seen many people in the hallways anyway, but a situation like this usually just randomly attracts people.

I turn around and make my way to the door, freezing when I hear the voice again.

"Come back in forty five minutes and I'll take you guys out for breakfast," he says.

"Okay," I say rushing to open the door and getting the hell out of there. That was close

.

I rush to my room and fall against the door as soon as I'm safely inside. It's set up in pretty much the same way as Danny's room, the only major difference being the amount of fucking that goes on in each room. We usually sleep in his room so mine may be used for an afternoon romp, and that's usually it.

My mind goes crazy at the thought that I sleep with him. At some point we're either going to have to go to the next level or I might have to start the process of getting over him. Either way, being in limbo like this isn't the most comfortable position. On the other hand, Steven. I get that they just broke up and he needs time to heal, but...

I'm willing to wait, but at the same time the needy part of me is impatient, I'll just see with time. My erection is already no longer a problem at this point.

I check the time, about a minute has ed, forty four minutes left. The time es by quickly and slowly at the same time. Deep thought about just about everything distracted me so much that I was startled awake by the beeping of my phone, indicating time to go.

I realize I haven't even gotten dressed, and I drop the robe to the ground as I walk towards the closet, finally feeling the air on my naked body.

I put on a pair of briefs and go for the usual look, the usual new look, the only look that I have actually, jeans and a tee shirt. I pick black jeans, a surprise new change. He won't know what hit him. I make a note to get new clothes while we're out. The shoes are the pair he gave to me that I promised I'd give back. The white tee highlights just how pasty staying indoors has made my skin, and I change to a darker color, blue, and step out. On the way I make another note to get a haircut, my buzz is getting too long.

"I'm done," I scream once I reach the door, not bothering to knock. The door opens a second later, and Mark answers in his underwear, the obvious bulge fighting with his face to get my attention. I push past him without a word and see Danny is again facing away from me. Even his back is fucking beautiful.

He's in boxer shorts, an extremely rare look. Forty five minutes was obviously not enough time. In front of him are two sets of clothes set up on the bed. I

assume the bigger size set belongs to Mark, or is for Mark. I hadn't seen him carrying anything when we saw him last night.

"Hey," he mutters under his breath when I approach. "Hi," I reply. My mind prefers this casual tone, at least I know he won't tear my clothes off.

"Forty five minutes is up," I say. He smiles at me and says nothing else, picking up his tee and putting it on. The past one minute has been so surprisingly straightforward that I'm afraid they're playing a trick on me.

"Time to get dressed Markie," he says. Mark approaches the bed and looks at the clothes laid out for him. His physique is impressive. His muscles bulge in all the right places, giving him meaty arms and legs, and a massive chest. Somehow he doesn't look as fit as he did a week earlier. Must've been one hell of a week.

His bulge is unforgiving and still dying for attention. Danny playfully grabs it then lets go. Now they're acting normal and I'm already wishing they'd start acting weird again so we can just leave already. But of course that would be too good to be true, instead Mark grabs it and looks like he's going to free it from the tight briefs.

After a few long milliseconds of prayer, I realize I've been wasting my prayers. He pulls the waistband down and lets his cock breathe. It's wet at the head, like he's maintained that erection for a while.

"You said when he's here we'd play," Mark says shaking his cock up and down pointing it at me, "so let's play."

My heart skips at the sentiment, and I realize that I've gotten too easy to please.

"I only said that so you'd stop nagging. Come on I'm getting hungry," Danny fake whines. I'm surprisingly getting turned on by the sight, and I kick myself for being so easy to arouse.

"I'm getting hungry too," I add. Hopefully this will be enough to drop the sex thing and get to the food thing. Mark takes a few steps back and points and waves his gun at me, "I've got something you can put in your mouth right here."

Immediately I get flustered and turn my attention away. I woke up without any plans but damn it my day is not going as planned.

I'm so turned on that my priority is slowly shifting from food to sex. Danny exhales loudly. This display must be doing something to him too. He tilts his head in my direction and sighs again, his pouty lips making a slight opening that I resist entering my tongue into.

"Let's just do it and get it over with," he whispers, so quietly that he almost just mouthed the words. I sigh too, in his face. A sigh that says ugh fine. Not a second later his hand moves to my crotch, rubbing me through my jeans.

"I like these jeans," he says, grabbing the fly with two of his fingers and slowly pulling it down. I hoped he would. He takes off the shirt he just put on a few moments ago.

"Sexy," he whispers in my ear, touching my earlobes with his lips. His other hand is on my back and moves lower to caress my ass through the jeans.

Danny and Mark drop their underwear simultaneously, and once again I'm the only one dressed in a room full of naked people. I push the waistband of my underwear down and let my cock out through the open fly. That's as far as I'm going right now.

Now we're all just standing here with our dicks out, waiting for someone to make the first move. Danny grabs Mark's shoulder, pulls him and pushes him onto the bed right in front of us.

"Since this is your idea," he says teasing Mark's lips with his cock. Mark lips open up as his cock reaches them, but he's only teasing, waving it around and making Mark beg for it. His lips end up reaching for mine instead, taking me down in one go.

I almost stumble and fall at the sudden feeling on his mouth on me, but Danny's arm around me keeps me steady. He leaves me panting and trying to catch my breath when he shifts his focus to Danny, taking almost all of that large cock in

one go. Now it's someone else's turn to be panting and moaning.

His hand around me tightens, but loosens up when Mark shifts focus again. This time he pulls us closer together and takes only a few moments on each cock, shifting between the two. As much as I hate to, I must it that he is fucking great at this, I don't know if I can take this much longer. ...

This is the last time.

About fifteen minutes later we're at a coffee shop. The place has a comfortable vibe to it, wooden tables and bland colors, with only the store's logo on one of the walls. Danny leads us to the furthest corner table next to the glass window, private yet so public. We follow and take seats opposite each other while he goes to get us some food.

It's somewhat awkward between me and Mark. We've shared sex but we've haven't shared much words since his return. I can see in his handsome face that he's wanting me to make the first move, but I don't have any ice breakers.

"Hi," he says awkwardly. It's funny, two grown men fumbling at basic conversation. I hope my smile doesn't add to the awkward moment.

"Hi," I reply. Rugged as his new look is, he's still handsome as ever. The beard suits him, doesn't make him look like a salesman. We end up laughing at the

awkward moment.

"So are you guys officially a couple now?"

I don't know how to play it, pretend I don't know who he's talking about, or just be honest. If I go with the former he'll just clarify and I'll have to answer the question either way, so I guess I'll be honest. I shrug, "I don't know."

He smiles at the statement, a naughty smile. I hope he hasn't come back to town just to be a menace to my relationship.

"I hope so," I finish. Telling someone is always a good thing, but I instantly regret telling someone who may try to take my place. I pull out my phone just to find something else to focus on. I open the gallery, scrolling through grids of pictures showing my old life.

There aren't many pictures of me by myself, just of all the amazing things I'd encounter on an almost-daily basis. I'm glad to be here, but boy do I miss the rough-and-tumble lifestyle that is being a farmer. I'm pretty sure I've gained about fifty pounds since I moved here just a few weeks ago.

Pictures of my old friends pop up, particularly last July fourth when we had a barbeque turned into a full out party than lasted deep into the night. I scroll past that set of photos and see some photos of my former animals, the cattle, a horse,

and my favorite pet, my pet piggy Stacy.

Leaving my old life behind was hard, but only because of leaving those animals. I cried like a baby almost all night after I'd sold the last of them, but I knew I had to just to begin my steps towards happiness. My ex-wife didn't even want them, didn't want me to have a reason to come back.

I scroll past another night out with friends, and I that I'd drunkenly kissed a male friend of mine, Travis, on the lips on a dare that night. The kiss had lasted way longer than it was supposed to, and we'd gotten laughed at for it but we'd blamed it on the alcohol and never talked about it again. He's way younger than I am, a friend's younger brother, and I never advised him on avoiding the whole living a lie thing, but I hope he does.

More and more photos of these "friends" pop up. I try not to think about them since I left them behind, but sometimes I just miss the occasional night out. Getting drunk and telling jokes and stuffing our faces with beef.

I mark all of the photos and press delete.

Are you sure you want to delete these 973 items?

Why wouldn't I be sure about deleting these 973 items? Dumb phone. I'm about to press "yes" when a foreign finger jumps in and presses "no".

It's Danny, with coffee and double beef burgers.

"Burgers for breakfast. Yummy," Mark says rubbing his hands together before grabbing the burger and taking a huge bite. For a second my mind notices that he hadn't prayed for his food. My daddy used to say God doesn't care about the hippies and homos in the cities. I guess they don't care about him just as much. The other homo takes a seat beside me.

I'm flustered that he does and I hope the joy is not so obvious. His presence is and has always been heavy, like it can be felt if he enters a room, without him even saying a word. So for his presence to be right beside mine, I can actually forget how to breathe.

"Dig in," he says, gesturing at the food, noticing how I'd zoned out for a moment. We both take the first bite at the same time. The taste of the beef feels so good dancing on my tongue, it feels like home.

Though I've never eaten this much beef in the morning, I can't promise I won't do it again. My face may be having a look of pure ecstasy right now, but I don't mind, I'm going with the flow and enjoying the moment.

"That's the second time today I've seen that look on your face today," Danny says, his voice dripping with humor. Flustered again, I the sexual encounter we had in the hotel room.

"Whatever," I mutter.

I can hear Mark's giggles too, but I don't lift my head up from the food, we're not talking about this here. The heavenly meal eventually ends, and we're left having to deal with only one thing. Our eyes turn to Mark as we silently sip the styrofoam coffee. He knows it's time to talk.

"Mark, it's time to spill the beans," Danny says. I love the way he talks. Mark's sip get longer, so long that I start to think that maybe someone put glue on the cup without him noticing. He eventually detaches himself from the cup, and Sad Mark make his triumphant return. He exhales loudly, clearly thinking of what to say, or where to start.

"My ex husband died last week," he says, his eyes glassy with tears. He turns his head down, I suddenly feel so sorry for him.

"So sorry to hear that," I say putting my hand on top of his. He takes my hand and squeezes tightly. Danny is a bit slower to respond but he also takes Mark's other hand. I experienced this and learned a few tricks on how to comfort grieving people when my daddy ed. It became almost predictable at some point, especially since my heart wasn't broken that much.

I didn't hate the man, but I wasn't extremely sad that he was gone. After the initial shock of the loss was gone, the only feelings I got were from my

memories of him, which weren't very pleasant. I guess since Mark had married the person he was grieving, then his type of memories are pretty different from mine.

I turn my head and look at Danny, he looks like he has a million questions swirling around in his head, so I just shake my head at him. The confused expression leaves his face and is replaced by a more attentive one. Danny the listener. I decide to listen too, waiting for Mark to get himself together and start talking.

"We got divorced two years ago, and we'd just reconnected as friends earlier this year. He was a great friend."

A tear rolls down his cheek as he finishes. He lets go of Danny's hand and rubs his cheek. Danny's look of curiosity makes briefs appearances on his face after Mark's every sentence, but he controls himself.

"Isn't it better that you were in a good place before he ed?" I ask.

Mark nods, sniffling.

"He knew that I'll always love him," he says in-between more sniffles.

"I'm sure he loved you too," I tell him, rubbing his hand.

"Car accident," he says after a moment of silence. "I couldn't bring myself to read further so that's all I know for now."

"Horrible."

We just nod and listen. I'm thinking he should've just read it all at once and gotten it over with without risking getting sad about the same thing again. I don't say anything.

"Carl Newburg," he says after another moment of silence. I guess that's the name of the ex husband.

"To Carl," I say, raising the styrofoam cup.

"To Carl," Mark says following the lead, a great lover and a great friend."

"Carl Newburg," Danny says raising his. We take our drink in honor of a guy

only one of us knows and sit in silence. Mark takes his phone and get lost in it. He es the phone to Danny several seconds later.

On it is a picture of him with an older man, smiling widely at the camera and grilling meat. I try to not let the grill distract me and try to observe anything else in the photo.

The house in the background looks suburban and is painted black and white. I get this feeling of deja vu. Everything in this photo feels like Danny and his ex Steven in the pictures he showed me last night. Jealousy mixes into the bag.

"I was gonna go to Puerto Rico to see my family but I ended up here," Mark says.

"You're good at making me forget," he adds. Danny smiles and turns his face away. Why is he blushing? I turn my attention back to the phone, to Carl. He looks like he was a warm and fuzzy guy, his smile says it all. He looks a bit on the chubby side, more like the stocky side, but his body works well with Mark's.

Their muscles compliment each other, though he didn't look like he spent nearly as much time in the gym as Mark. All in all he was an attractive guy. I guess he's in a better place now?

"Isn't just talking much better?" I ask accusingly, exchanging looks between

Danny and Mark. I widen my eyes at Danny, expecting an answer from him.

"Mmhmm," he nods and smiles with his mouth full. At least we're over that, no more threesomes.

"Let's go out tomorrow," Danny says, "we're all in need of new environment."

Fuck yes. I've been dying to see new faces for a while now. Danny seems to be an introvert, but I'm not. Even if it's his beautiful face, I can get tired of seeing the same old faces over and over again.

"Yes!" I immediately say, sounding a little too desperate. Giggles fill the moment.

"Work friends and some personal friends, it's gonna be great," he says. Finally.

Comfortable silence ensues, just smiles and sips of coffee. The moment ends when Danny and Mark turn their heads towards the window, someone they both recognize? I don't look, not wanting to add another set of eyes on someone who must already be feeling pretty self conscious.

From the corner of my eye, I see the figure moving to the entrance. Finally in front of me, I look to see who will enter the room. I turn my eyes down again when I see Mark twisting his body to get a good view of the door.

"He's coming over here," Mark whispers, not taking his eyes of the figure. I lift my eyes up to check it out and my jaw instantly drops to the floor. I'm the one who recognizes him.

"You know him?" Danny asks.

I don't get a chance to reply.

"Ty!!!" the man says.

The man is an old "friend" of mine, Gavin, with his wife in tow. I always thought he'd be the first one of the group to get divorced, I was wrong.

"Get over here!" he screams, completely ignoring everyone else on the table. Danny stands and allows me to and get pulled into a big bear hug. He hasn't changed a bit, and he smells the same. Someone had said we should have renamed our group to the alcoholics club, they were right.

I pull his wife Wendy in for a hug too. I hope he's forgotten how he'd often accuse her of sleeping with any man she was friendly with. I also hope he's no longer doing that.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to fake curiosity. In my mind I'm freaking out that I'm having to encounter someone from my past with people from the present.

"Well we were at the funeral for Dwayne's father and thought we'd just spend a few days in the city you know."

It takes a moment for me to even who the heck Dwayne is. He was one of the likeable of the group, only because he was quiet. His cousin on the other hand, a total dick.

"Some of the guys are around, you should call them."

I nod. Now I'm freaking out times a thousand. Did my past really follow me all the way to the city?

"We'll try to make a little get together before we leave."

I nod again. Please no.

"Who are these guys?" he politely asks, looking confused.

"Danny," Danny says pointing at himself before I get a chance to speak.

"And this is Mark," I say. Mark's red eyes connect with Gavin's, and they silently nod.

"Nice to meet you," Danny says forcing a smile after the lie. They won't be friends. There's a heavy, silent tension between them and in my mind I can only hope they don't know each other, because if they do it can only mean one thing.

"Same," Gavin says coldly.

"This is Gavin," I announce, "childhood friend."

"More like best friend for life!" Gavin adds enthusiastically, southern accent heavy in his words. It's true that he had been the one I was closest to in our group of friends, but at some point our closeness started feeling forced, like I was using him just remain part of the group.

When I left, I'd been prepared that I'd never see him again, or any of my other "friends" for that matter. There was no way they would become part of my new life, not after all the derogatory jokes about homos. Taking it in silence was one of the things I'd left behind.

"We was just taking a walk around town and we looked here and I thought damn that guy looks familiar...."

He goes on and on about how he wanted to see who it was, how it's been a while since we last saw each other, how we should go out again and where everyone is staying and again how we should really really meet up tomorrow before they go back. Danny is surprisingly silent throughout the whole speech, but not after he leaves.

"Damn, I thought he'd never leave," he says before he's even out of earshot. I hope he didn't hear him.

"How's your girlfriend?" he says quickly changing the subject back to Mark. Of course it's weird to see Mark without Hanna hanging off him. It's also weird that this is the first opportunity we've had to just talk since he arrived. This should've been the first question.

"Who?" Marks fakes innocence. He knows.

"Female, with boobs, a sweetheart, lives on your arm, you know," Danny says. Mark continues to play coy, raising his hands defensively. He plays the card I'd previously wanted to play with him, but he plays it better.

"Hanna, I think she's called," Danny finally says, his face scrunched up like he's having a hard time ing her.

"Unforgettable."

Mark drops his head in shame.

"I told her."

Our eyes widen at the confession, in the three occasions I met them, never had I imagined that the truth was finally going to come out.

"Did she finally pry it out of you?" Danny asks. Mark sighs.

"Well I had to tell her why I was so depressed after Carl died, then everything

else just came out."

"How did she take it?"

"Not too bad. We both had to apologize for acting stupidly."

"Especially you."

He can only shrug, he knows it's true, but he freezes mid shrug.

"You don't think she had anything to do with Carl's death do you?"

"No way."

"No."

We say it at the same time and Danny starts laughing.

"Bad enough that you misled her into spending so much money on you now you're saying that my sweetheart is a killer," he says. The look on his face just screams shame on you.

"I'm losing my mind," Mark says.

"Bingo."

With the important topics out of the way on their part, the conversation transforms into chit chat about nothing. My nerves got the better of me and I couldn't bring up my own troubles, but I know we have to talk about it eventually. We're already done with the food so we have to start thinking about where to go from here.

"I'm going shopping today," I say, "need a new look."

Danny nods in my direction and I know he's thinking, it's not like I have anything better to do.

"You guys go ahead, I've got some errands to run," Mark says, to my delight. All he's been doing is cockblocking me since his arrival. A few more sips and we're

out, heading for different directions once we're out of the door and in the crowded city.

Danny leads the way, and I have to grab his wrist so I won't lose him in the crowd, I would have grabbed his hand but I fucked that up because of nerves again, now I feel like the little brother that can't keep up.

My heart does a little dance when he wiggles his wrist out of my grip and replaces it with his hand. I get stuck in a daydream, going wherever he wants to take me. His grip on me loosens up and I wake up to see we're at our destination, just isles and isles of clothes.

"What are we looking for exactly?" he asks.

"Just anything that's in, I've got a few spare dollars," I say.

I only have to leave the hotel so that I won't have to get kicked out only because I'm flat broke. I'm not using the room much anyway.

We walk through the isles picking up whatever. Male clothing is too simple, just different colors of the same jeans. We decide to try the clothes in here. I already know it's a bad idea, I already know all my sizes so I'm sure all the clothes fit anyway, but still. I get into the dressing room with a tee shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers.

The room is a small and private box, but I make exaggerated sounds with the fly just to let him know that I'm taking my jeans off. I take the shirt off too and take a moment to check myself out in the mirror.

I don't look that different, but all this laying around has me feeling like I've gained a hundred pounds. My pectorals are still defined but my abs aren't, now just feint sketches of what they used to be, about a week away from disappearing into my new lifestyle.

I lift my arm up and flex. I can't help but laugh when I think of myself as one of the selfish city folk my daddy always complained about.

"Selfish city folk," I whisper as I observe my almost naked body. I've never been to a gym before but I know that's how people stay fit in these parts.

I hear three knocks on the door.

"I heard the clothes coming off but I didn't hear you get dressed. Need a hand?"

"No thanks."

He doesn't reply, and I hear his feet moving away. I'd say it's rude if I wasn't a love struck teenager, but I also don't want to ruin the surprise.

I step into the jeans, already too tight before I get them above the ankles. After a struggle, I manage to get them on. The tightness feels so foreign on my body, I'm not used to such tight clothing being the outer layer.

I slip the shirt on and get the shoes on too, already feeling like a new person. I'm actually nervous to open the door. I open and get just my head out, and Danny's eyes look up from his phone, at the same spot he was seated. He gestures me to come out with his hand. I do, and his eyes widen at the new look.

"Daaaamn," he says, exaggerating his expressions.

"Turn around," he instructs making a circular motion with his fingers. I turn around for him.

"Daaaamn," he says again, making me feel even more self conscious.

"That's hot," he comments. My teenager mode is activated once again, so I don't say anything out of fear of sounding stupid. Just smile and thanks.

"Perfect."

This is only the first outfit, and the last.

"The size fits," I say, "time to go."

He makes a comical sad face at me, "need help getting those off?"

I shrug, giving him what he wants. The store is pretty empty since it's still early so nobody sees him pushing me into the room and closing the door behind us. I doubt people ever think of buying clothes as the first errand of the day anyway.

He stands behind me, his smaller body almost completely out of view in the mirror, and I feel his arms snake-like around my waist. His fingers reach the button and undo it, and he pauses for a moment. I'm already hard as a rock, but I won't let him know that.

His fingers slowly pull down the fly, and I don't know if it's these damn tight clothes but the temperature in here rose a hundred degrees in two seconds. He grabs the hem of the shirt and pulls it above my head, taking it of with ease, then his hands return to my hips.

I kick off the shoes before anything else happens. He bends down behind me and slowly pulls the jeans down. They're much harder to pull of since they're so tight, but he doesn't mind. I feel his breath on my ass as the lowers himself until his hands reach my ankles, then he lifts one foot up.

The care he takes in every movement, it actually feels like he's just in here to teach me about how to handle skinny jeans. I'm glad he preoccupied with taking off the jeans, because the bulge in my underwear is prominent and very hard to miss. Once he's done taking them off, his face peaks at the mirror from behind my waist, and he make an "oh" face when he notices the bulge right beside his face.

I'm feeling flustered again, and the blood just might all move from my dick to my face in a moment. His face disappears behind my waist again, and his hands lift up to grip the waistband of my underwear. I'm thinking "what is he doing?" but I'm too horny to question him. I feel his nose on my ass through the underwear, and he buries his face in there.

This isn't really happening. He finally moves his hands, slowly pulling the waistband down until my dick springs out. He stands up and whispers in my ear "get dressed."

With that comment, he opens the door behind him and leaves, leaving my dick painfully throbbing and my brain in a state of confusion. I quickly get into my clothes and step out.

"Daaaamn," he says, mocking me. "That's a hot look."

Why is he acting like nothing just happened? Did anything happen though? Maybe I imagined all of that. My leaking dick didn't imagine all of that.

We lift all the clothes we just bought and he leads the way to the cashier.

"Back already?" the girl says.

"I'm not shopping for myself this time," Danny replies, pointing a lazy finger at me. The girl nods as she works, distracted by the task of handling all the clothes.

"How's Jason?" Danny asks. The girl smiles before he even finishes, like she knows, as well as I do, that they fucked.

"He's fine, he told me he's going out with a couple of friends tomorrow."

"Oh yeah I heard about that," Danny says, "I'll be there too."

This is probably the first casual conversation I've seen him engaged in. I must be staring at them like a crazy person, for just having basic conversation.

"That's nice," she says, "$329.90"

My eyes widen when I see Danny pulling out his card without hesitation, ready to pay that amount. I quickly grab his wrist as she's about to take the card.

"This is my bill," I say, getting my own card out.

"It's cool man it's not like I've got a mortgage to pay," he says, already insisting. I can't take anything else from him, but he's really a giver. I'm refusing this time.

"No please let me, they're my clothes," I insist too. We should've talked about this beforehand. But at the same time, how could I have known that he was going to insist on throwing all of his money at me?

"You've got enough money troubles on your plate," he says. Does he know?

"I'm not paying rent, or food or any bills. I'm dying to use my money."

Nobody has ever said that.

"Just order random stuff online."

He gives me a sad puppy dog look, insisting on emptying his bank .

"You can't do this, I don't want to owe you," I beg. I don't want him to bring up my wardrobe if we ever get into an argument.

"Look, I promise I won't ever bring this up ever EVER," he says, bringing his pinky finger up. No sane person would ever work so hard just to spend money. My pockets aren't empty though, and it really isn't that big of a bill. Relenting for the last time I groan as I let him finally give the cashier his card. He smiles widely, mirroring her, as he hands her the card.

"He's crazy," I tell her. She nods her approval, she knows it too.

"Don't be a stranger Daniel," she says as we leave.

"I won't Kelly."

The walk back to the hotel is mostly silent, and as usual the elevator gets more and more packed as we go up. I would like to see what it looks like up there at the rooftop on a day like this, but maybe not now. Right now, my body is begging for release.

As soon as we're in, I drop the bags on the floor behind Danny but he doesn't even notice. Since he's not paying attention, I stealthily undo my jeans and take them off, then the shirt, the shoes, and everything else. Now I'm completely naked while he's just looking at my clothes.

"Danny," I call out with much urgency.

He casually turns his head, but quickly does a double take when he sees that I'm ready to play. His whole body turns to me and he changes into my favorite version.

"Where were we?" I ask, walking around the spacious room, walking to the mirrored closet door. I stand in front of it, looking at my horny reflection. In a second I feel his skin flush against my back, and his arms around me.

"Right here baby," he sexily mutters in a course whisper, grabbing my hardened manhood in one swift swoop.

The sudden sensation of his touch almost brings me to orgasm, but I take a deep breath, not wanting such a quick end. He fumbles with his button with one hand for a moment, then drops down as he pushes the jeans down with both hands. Like before, his face pops up from behind me, but this time he turns my body as takes me into his mouth.

"Fuck," I whisper, almost losing balance. I cling on to him with both hands to stay upright. I didn't want this to end so soon, but his warmth on my body has it responding in it's own way, and soon my whole body is shaking as I reach orgasm.

The screams get louder but he doesn't let go, sucking until the first spurt gets him in the mouth. He finally directs the rest of it onto his chest, getting hosed down in my juice.

I'm breathing heavily after I'm done, deep loud breathes, but I know we're not done. I allow my body to drop down to the knees so that I'm face to face with him, and I push my face into his, tasting myself in his lips.

With my hands under his armpits, I guide him up and push his back into the mirrored wall and take his leaking cock into my mouth. The savory taste of his precum on the large mushroom gets me instantly rock hard again, but I won't think about that this time.

Instead, I focus all my attention on taking the whole length of the fat cock in my mouth. Distracted by my own efforts, I don't even notice his voice getting louder in in my ears.

"I'm gonna cum," he whispers way in the distance. It takes me by surprise when my mouth get filled with a new fluid, and lots of it. I take every spurt, swallowing it down so I can get more of it in my body. The spurts reduce to a drop, but I don't let go, out of fear of losing even a single drop.

He eventually pries me off him, and bends over to kiss me, this time being the one tasting himself on my lips. He takes the jeans off his ankles and we move to the bed, with me lying against the headboard and him seated in-between my legs, his back on my chest. I could stay like this forever, but in reality, I can't.

"I need to get out of here," I start. He doesn't respond.

"I need a job," I say.

"Oh," he finally answers.

"What kind of work?"

"Construction," I say, "plumbing."

"Plumbing?"

"Yes, I had to learn to do something," I say. I feel his jet black hair lightly tickling my neck as he nods.

"Well my house is under construction right now," he says, "I can help you get a job with the company."

Did he fuck the owner of that company too?

"What?" he asks when he notices the long breath I let out.

"I'm good friends with the owner," he confesses.

"Isn't it a bit too soon for your house to be under reconstruction?" I ask changing the topic.

"Well, they already determined the cause of the fire and took pictures. No reason to wait, I need a place to live."

"Did you cherry pick the construction company?"

"No, coincidence. He just called and told me he was working on this pile of ashes in my neighborhood, and I was like it's my house actually."

"Okay."

Having something to do would be a great change of pace for me right now. Danny is returning to work in a couple of weeks, and where would that leave me?

"I have a favor to ask," I say nervously. It's a big ask, but hopefully he'll think of it as not so much. He only hums his answer.

"Can it... Can it just be the two of us from now on?"

I can hear my heart beating in my chest in the dead silence that follows. He knows it too since he's lying on my chest.

"Ummmm."

Every second feels like a minute without air in my lungs.

"Okay."

What?

My breathe actually catches when he responds. I wasn't really expecting that.

"But you saw how Mark was," he explains defensively. "He looks one bad news away from ending it all. I just wanted to distract him."

Mark did look pretty depressed, a very familiar sight.

"Kinda like you when I first saw you," I say.

"Yes," he says in a sigh, "just returning the favor."

That makes sense in a sexually promiscuous way.

"You can't fuck every depressed person you meet though," I say.

"Sure," he says sarcastically. Can he?

"I need to get out of here," I say, again abruptly changing the topic.

"I get it," he says.

"I've been looking at apartments in the city, I found a pretty good place right around the corner."

"I've got one better actually, not far out of town, cheap rent, good neighbors and a good landlord," he says. Did he fuck the landlord too?

"Is everyone you know someone you fucked at one point?"

His body shakes with laughter.

"No.. Yes actually... I don't know."

He takes a moment to think.

"I didn't fuck Kelly," he says.

This time I'm the one who laughs, making his body also shake.

"Every man then?"

"I was new here, I wasn't going to surround myself with people I don't vibe with. The sex was just an added extra."

I can imagine that everyone wants to fuck him. With that easygoing smile on his already handsome face, his great personality can be overlooked, but it serves as an added bonus. Steven is a fool. The fool he can't get over. It will happen eventually.

"Check out of your room and let's share mine."

***

I've been worried and excited the whole day. Worried about the choice between having to hang out with my old friends or making new ones, and excited about making new friends. It's almost four and we're still in our room. I'm still waiting for Danny to finish his final touches so we can leave, or to start them. He's been in the bathroom for a while.

I've been dying to meet new people.

Danny comes out of the bathroom completely naked, opposite to me as I am completely dressed.

"Not now please we have to go," I beg. He walks over to the bed where his clothes are laid out, I'd been too distracted to even notice those.

"You need to calm down man," he says taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

"I know those guys, we're not going to write an exam," he says taking his briefs. He lies spread eagled on the bed and puts his briefs on his chest.

"Dress me up," he says.

I don't want to take the bait but I just want to leave. I pick his underwear from his chest and kneel before his naked body, lift one foot up, then the other, then pushing the briefs into them. My body is already betraying me as I start to get aroused, the crotch of my already too tight new jeans becoming tighter. I push the underwear past his knees, then his muscular thighs, and as expected, when I reach his crotch, his cock is ready for action.

"It's not going to fit inside," he observes. An honest observation, my mind tells me. I sigh. Maybe he's right, maybe I do need to calm down. But he can't hypnotize me so easily, this time I won't bite.

I lick the balls, promising myself that that's as far as I will go with him this time. He moans, then whines, but I won't bite. I take the large ovals into my mouth, playing with them on my tongue, and his moans get louder.

I'm almost about to turn back on my promise, but this time I hold on, wanting to see how far I can take this. He's not complaining anymore, and he's actually enjoying it, putting my head in both hands and lifting his hips up. Sex demon.

I yank his underwear down his legs and take them off. We're going to be late.

Without warning, I lift his legs up and dive tongue first into uncharted territory. His voice wants to protest, but he can only moan as I go deeper into his hole. In only a minute his moans get louder and I can tell by the rapid contraction of his muscles that he has reached orgasm, finally we can leave. I detach myself from his body and stand up when he's done.

"Get dressed it's time to go," I order him. He's still panting, but not voluntarily moving a muscle.

"Come on man," I whine.

We've been here the whole day, why didn't we do this earlier? I'd ask him but he looks preoccupied. He slowly and finally starts to move, getting up and ing himself with his arms as he sits up.

"Whew," he says. He looks beautiful, but I can't think about that right now. I pick his briefs up off the floor and chuck them at him. He catches them and proceeds to put them on. He moves into the bathroom and comes out a minute later, clean

of the cum he'd spayed over his body. My back is against the door as I wait.

"You ready?" he asks. I'm not, I'm so turned on that I might just cream my underwear right now. I also just want to leave already, so I lie and say yes. He gets the rest of his clothes on, and I must say he looks dashing. He spins around for me, his tight ass not helping my erection.

"Time to go," he says moving closer to me and then kissing me. I kiss him back, treating it as a before we leave kiss, and I'm too horny to notice that a second later it turns into something more. I help him undo my jeans, my hands shaking as I take my cock out.

He grabs hold. One, two, three pumps and I'm crying out in agony, releasing my cum right on the door in front of me. It takes all my energy and I'm left with my head on the door, looking at lines of my cum slowly dripping down. What a mess. I go take some towels to clean it off, I won't bother some hotel worker with unnecessary tasks, and then we finally leave.

***

I can feel the energy of the people before we even reach the place. We pull up at some fancy looking house of one of Danny's rich friends, and before we can even enter, the energy screams at me, grabbing hold and pulling me in.

The gate opens and we drive in. I can't see anybody yet, and I'm getting nervous. Danny parks the car and gets out. We follow the faint bass of the music to the backyard, where it's packed with people, men. Different men of different types and sizes. It's beautiful.

The smell of the grills calls to me, and I almost float towards it.

"Hiiiii," a flamboyant middle aged man struts towards us.

"Hey Adam," Danny says giving the man a hug.

"You finally showed up huh Daniel?"

"It's great to be here. I've missed you," Danny replies, giving the man another hug. Danny's nonchalant tone compared to Adam's makes it seems as if he's lying, but he's probably not. Maybe he was getting tired of being holed up in the hotel room too.

The man's eyes turn towards me.

"And who is this piece of eye candy?" he asks, running his finger down my

chest.

"This is my friend Tyler," he says putting an arm around me. Friend?

Adam eyes us suspiciously.

"Friend huh?"

Danny nods.

"Nice to meet you," I say.

"Likewise," he replies.

"And Steven?"

"We broke up. He's not here?"

"Honey if I'd seen him, I would've broken his penis in half already for letting you go."

Danny laughs.

"Hey everyone," Adam says, turning all the attention to himself, I assume this is his party.

"Daniel and Tyler are here," he announces. Everyone cheers. This is some strange party. Do all the parties in the city play out like this? Or just the ones Danny is invited to.

"I'll see you later man," Danny says to Adam, pulling me by the hand towards the grill. I see it in front of me, and it's so beautiful. I almost forget that Danny exists. In front of it is a large mountain of a man flipping the meat.

"Hey Brad," Danny says, making the man turn his face towards us.

"Danny," the man says enthusiastically, reminiscent of Henry from the sex bar. They hug each other and kiss on the cheek. The man moves to hug me and kiss my cheek too, and I feel strange just laying limp there as he shows me such

affection. I put my hand on his back as he finishes just so it won't be so weird, but it feels like I'm making it worse.

He doesn't say anything, instead turning to make conversation with Danny about work. I assume they work together, because the office doesn't feel the same without Danny in it. Danny says it's only a few more weeks until he returns.

Their conversation touches of various topics, mostly about people they know that I don't. My mind starts to wander, and soon so do my eyes, and they land on a piece of meat.

Pieces of meat. On the ground at Brad's feet is a bag of meat.

"Get some out," Brad says, noticing my intense stare. I bend over to pick some up and he puts his hand in my hair. I look up and he smiles at me. He has a nice smile, the kind that instantly steals hearts. If mine hasn't already been stolen I'd willingly throw it at him.

I unpack the meats and throw them onto the grill. Everything about this experience feels wonderful. The smell, the look of the meat as the fires darkens it with flavor, the community around me, I'm living again.

"Taste this," I say after a few minutes, holding out a piece of beef towards him. He doesn't reach for it with his hand, but guides his open mouth towards my

hand. I'm almost shocked, but I half expected that. He licks my fingers.

"Hmm," he moans before it's even in his mouth. "Delicious."

He spends a few seconds chewing on it with his eyes closed.

"How did you do that?" he incredulously asks.

"It's a secret," I say, "but everything I used is yours."

"Hmm, you're officially forever invited," he says. I can't help the pride I feel.

"Have some," I say to Danny, who had been observing the exchange. He sticks his tongue out, ready to receive.

I hold out a piece and he takes it with his hand. I laugh because I half expected that too.

"This is really good," he says, "please be my personal chef so you shove your

meat in my mouth always."

My face turns red as I laugh. I'm blushing, but I hope they think it's the laughing that's causing it.

Everything is going great, I meet a lot of new and interesting people, exchange numbers with some of them and promise to stay in touch. It all goes great until at the corner of my eye, I see Steven. He looks better than he did the last time I saw, better rested.

I'm in the middle of conversation with one of Danny's friends when I see him, and he instantly steals all my attention. I maneuver my eye around all the people between us to see who he is talking to, and when I do, my heart drops. Danny.

Why is Danny still giving him the time of day?

Completely ignoring the person I was talking to, I begin walking towards them, intent on breaking them up. Any time Danny even thinks about Steven I'm left having to cheer him up.

"How's work?" I hear Danny asks.

"It's good, I've got a new job now," Steven says, "how's your new boyfriend?"

Just on cue for my arrival.

"Ummm..."

I can feel Danny thinking.

"I'm doing fine thanks," I say popping out of nowhere and wrapping my arms around Danny's shoulders.

"How are you?" I ask Steven, faking politeness.

"I'm fine," he says, "thanks."

The tension between us can be cut with a knife, but, as if that's not enough, someone else arrives into the scene and stands by Steven's side. He looks familiar. Danny looks at him, then sighs. This must be the new boyfriend.

"Jason," he whispers to himself while rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers. Jason, as in the cashier's brother? No wonder he looks so familiar. He's a buff masculine version of her. I try to hide my shock, a stranger shouldn't be shocked by inner circle drama. But what did Danny expect surrounding himself with such hot people all the time?

"I was gonna tell you," Steven defends himself. This earns him a stern eye from Jason.

"You haven't told him yet?"

"He's be going through a lot. I'm sorry," he says. Now their attention is towards each other. I can imagine how sick the lovey dovey moment is making Danny feel.

"Let's go," I whisper to him, grabbing his arm and leading him to the grill, where Brad is deep in conversation with the guy I'd rudely ignored earlier.

"Hey," I say to the guy, Michael. "Sorry about earlier."

"It's alright, I talk too much sometimes," he says waving a dismissive hand.

"No no it wasn't your fault, it was mine."

He waves again and adjusts his glasses.

"Steven is with Jason now," Danny tells Brad. He's half shocked, half hurt, but somehow it seems something in him had predicted this. Maybe that's just Steven's personality.

"Well, you're with him now so... Who's the real winner here?"

Me? He pointed at me so he's definitely talking about me. I'm not used to getting such compliments, so I'm obviously flattered. I hope it's not too obvious.

I look at Danny, and he turns his eyes to me. A split second later his lips are on mine. This kiss isn't as lustful as the rest have been. It ignites a flame in me. I've finally found what I've been looking for.

"Wait you're gay?" someone says, Michael, ruining the moment. The moment ends in laughter.

We've been here for about two hours now, I know it's time to go. Danny says

goodbye to a couple of his friends and leads the way to his car. Once inside, he plants his lips on mine again, this time without fear of interruption.

"Thanks for being here," he says once he pulls away.

"Thanks for inviting me here," I reply as he starts the car.

About twenty five minutes later we're at another residential area. The houses here are unlike the mansion we just came from, but are pretty big nonetheless. I had no idea what to expect seeing Danny set the coordinates for this place. As soon as the car stops, I know we're here. The smell of grilling meats has been following me around all day.

"Don't make me wait too long, Tanner lives somewhere around these parts," Danny says, looking around suspiciously. Everyone is in the front yard this time, and I'm sure they can see him.

I step out to cheers, I guess it is more common than I previously thought.

"Sweet ride dude," Gavin says walking over and giving me a hug.

"Uhhh, it's not mine," I say, pointing at Danny inside the car, already distracted with his phone.

"Oh damn he's already driving you around, it must be pretty serious," he exclaims, loud enough for Danny to hear him. Danny turns his head and makes an exaggerated offended expression. They laugh together, and I'm glad the ice between them has been broken.

It looks like the whole group came around, ten in total. Ten guys I'd hung around the bars with in our small town, and all of them made it here. It feels strange seeing them in such a huge place. I greet every one of them with a hug and make my way over to grill a few meats with them. My recipe may have wowed Brad, but these guys are the best in the game.

I start ing all the time I shared with them, and now that they're here, it's so different from when it was just memories. Maybe it's because I know it won't happen often, or maybe even ever again. Or maybe it's because I'm afraid of judging them so harshly when I'm looking them in the eyes, and they're smiling at me. Either way, for this moment, it feels good to be with them.

After getting all the big news is out of the way, everyone gets into small groups, leaving me by myself at the grill. Someone walks up to me, and I look up to see Dwayne, also known as City Boy. It hits me than this is actually the city where he came from. He'd arrived at our small town just after he'd finished high school, needing to get away from the city for a few months. For whatever reason, he'd stuck around for what's around six years now.

"Dwayne, how have you been?"

"Good, even considering..."

"Oh about that, so sorry for your loss."

"Thanks."

He looks nervous. Like there's more he wants to talk about.

"What's on your mind man," I urge him.

"So uhhhh..." he hesitates, "you're gay now?"

"What? No," I lie, what can I even say at this point?

"Who's that guy in the car then?" he asks, pointing an accusing finger at Danny.

"He's just a friend, he drove me here." More lies.

"Okay," he says. Hopefully he's done interrogating me. I look in his face, he looks uncomfortable, like there's more he wants to say. Then it hit me.

"Are you gay?" I suddenly ask, whispering so the other guys don't hear us. The look in his face answers the question before he can even open his mouth. Now it's his turn to lie.

"What? No. What are you talking about?"

I sigh, not another one. I pull him to the side so that even someone who is eavesdropping wouldn't hear us.

"What about Travis?" I ask.

"What about him?"

"Isn't he... You know..."

I already know for a fact the answer to the question, but my fear of outing him holds me back.

"What? No way. Not with all the chicks he's always fucking."

"Oh, I guess I was wrong about that then."

I try to disguise the statement, to make it seem like genuine curiosity. I only hope I did a good job.

"Wait..."

"No no," I cut him off before he gets the better of me, "it was just an idea in my head."

"Oh alright then," he says, finally pacified.

"I think I'm going to come back into the city for a while," he starts, "maybe pick up where I left off."

That's big news.

"Oh, that's a great idea," I lie. Him being here only means the other guys will always find a reason to come here.

"Yeah, mom needs someone to keep her and Justin company now you know."

I only hum my answer, half panicking.

"That's good man," I say leading him to the rest of the group.

After a few more minutes of chit chat, I say my goodbyes, thinking about how impatient Danny must be feeling right now.

"Take care of my boy Danny," Gavin says as I walk towards the car. The comment leaves me and him laughing. Danny surely heard him.

"Alright asshole," I reply running into the car.

"Your racist friends aren't as bad as I previously expected them to be," he says once the car is away from the scene.

I shrug. "Nope."

I'm casual but I'm glad he can it when he's wrong.

Seeing them was great. Now I can get over them without having to burn all my memories of them.

"I have to ask you something," I say later that night, after another amazing fuck session. Danny looks curiously at me.

"Would you take Steven back right now?"

His expression changes to a surprised one, then his beautiful features drop.

"That's not a fair question to ask," he complains. I know it's not. But my heart can't stay hoping forever.

"I can't invest all my love in you only for Steven to come and steal you away just by snapping his finger."

He sighs, a heavy sigh.

"I was with him for over a year he was the love of my life I don't know how you expect me to be feeling right now."

It all comes out as one sentence. His voice gets louder with each word, but he's not yet yelling or shouting.

"I want you to love me. But I know that's too much to ask right now. So I'll ask you this, is there a chance for us?"

Another heavy sigh. It pains me to think I'm the one causing all the sadness I see in him, but I don't want to be sad too. He remains silent for a few more seconds.

"Look," he says, I already expect something terrible.

"There is a chance for love okay."

I don't trust the vagueness of his words.

"But I can't promise you that if Steven comes back to me tomorrow I'll say no."

His voice is low and remorseful, and this time I sigh. I wasn't expecting it to be this bad. I rub away the wetness on my cheeks, but it replenishes itself.

"I'm sorry," he says moving closer to me and pulling me into a hug, cradling my head in his strong arms.

"Everything is just all wrong now," he says. I know, but what I feel about him isn't wrong.

"I love you," I tell him.

"I love you too... I'm sorry."

I know his love for me isn't the same as mine for him otherwise he wouldn't be apologizing. He pulls me to lie with him and pulls the sheets over our bodies. This is not a good end to what might be our last night together.

***

Danny wakes up to an empty bed. The emptiness feels familiar yet so foreign at the same time.

"Tyler?" he calls out, to an expected silence. He put his underwear on and stands up. The room feels like a desert. He walks around, looking for signs, but there aren't any except those of his own existence. He opens the bathroom door and find nothing inside, and in the closet he finds only his clothes. At least he didn't just leave everything because Danny had paid for it.

The rooms next door is already occupied by somebody else, some young couple still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship, so he won't find him there.

Tyler could've been a dream if it didn't feel so bad.

He takes a seat at the edge of the bed, then hurls his balled up first at the bed. It bounces back. Harmless, unlike him, and unlike Tyler. It hurt him to wake deserted like this, deserted by someone who claimed to love him. But only the selfish part of himself thought that. The bigger part knew that he deserved it, that

Tyler was hurting more than him, and that leaving someone he loved was the first step in his recovery.

Yet another fuck up in his love life.

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