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luxury tub on the tiled floor in the far corner. Nothing dark or sinister. The most romantic room in the club. He’d gone with his instincts when he’d requested it. Kevin Dennison wasn’t into the rough shit.
    “It’s…”
    “Not what you expected?”
    Kevin shrugged, crossed the room, then continued moving when he reached the other side, pacing along the opposite wall. He waved a hand in the air. “Nothing new for me.” He tugged out a phone from his front pocket, swaying his hips when his hand got stuck inside the pants for a second. He scrolled and clicked on the phone as he kept moving around the room.
    This guy was so far in the closet he’d probably had himself convinced of his straightness for a long time.
    It had to be hard to live a lie for so long you weren’t sure how to tell yourself the truth, let alone anyone else.
    In Walter’s own life, he’d only had one person to tell. The father he hadn’t known until he’d turned fifteen, and that had been the first thing out of his mouth when he’d met him. Well, second thing. I’m your son had been the first. He hadn’t wanted to step into his dad’s life without the man knowing his son was gay, especially after what had happened the first time someone found that out.
    “So,” Kevin said without giving up on the phone, “how long have you worked here?”
    “Are we talking? You seemed anxious to get to… How did you say it? Get to the good stuff.”
    Kevin waved his hand through the air again. “Just making small talk. You don’t want to talk? Fine.” He clicked on his phone more. In an agitated stride, he moved to the window, his back to the room.
    Walter stepped up behind him and ran a hand over his shoulder. Kevin jumped at the touch. The phone slid from his hand and fell to the floor.
    “Fuck.” He bent to pick it up, but Walter held on to his arm.
    “Why don’t you leave it for now?” He caressed Kevin’s biceps, letting his other hand join in on the opposite arm. “You curse a lot.”
    “I just get frustrated sometimes.”
    “Sounds about right. You’re sure wound up tight.”
    “I am not.” Kevin sucked in a long breath and slowly, like it took effort, leaned back against Walter’s chest. “It’s just…I don’t know what I’m doing.”
    Finally . “That’s the first honest thing you’ve said.”
    Kevin nodded, then said, “No. I-I wanted that kiss.”
    “Come here.” Walter drew him around until they faced each other.
    He raised Kevin’s head with a finger under his chin. He took his time, gradually inching forward, watching Kevin’s reactions, those expressive eyes taking in the sight of him until their lips met.
    This kiss was unlike the one they’d shared downstairs. Slower, Kevin’s reactions less frantic. Like he wanted to savor the contact, enjoy every moment, every touch as he skimmed his hands up Walter’s arms, as their lips and tongues swept across each other’s.
    Then in an instant, the urgency was back. Kevin wrapped his arms around Walter’s neck and deepened the kiss. He thrust his body against him.
    Walter couldn’t help himself. He swung them around and backed Kevin toward the bed. He broke the kiss and swept his lips down the skin of Kevin’s neck. “What do you want?”
    Kevin arched into him and held Walter’s head as Walter made his way down Kevin’s skin with lips and tongue.
    “I want— Oh God.” In a rush, Kevin let go and dropped to the edge of the bed. “I can’t do this.” He sat there for several seconds before he jumped up beside Walter like the bed had caught fire. He spun around and glared at it. “This isn’t me.”
    “Sitting on that bed is not what makes you a fag.”
    Kevin scowled at him. “Shut the hell up.”
    “Frustrated again?” Walter stepped closer. He couldn’t stop staring at Kevin’s mouth. He really needed to get laid more often if a couple of kisses had him this desperate. He dropped his gaze to Kevin’s crotch, then slowly ran it up that