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against the stripper’s. He seemed startled at first, but grabbed the back of Nathan’s neck and kissed him back. Nathan completely forgot about the party. He tasted beer in the stripper’s kiss and smelled the leathery musk of his cologne as he nipped his bottom lip before plunging his tongue into Nathan’s mouth. Nathan’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. This man’s touch was overwhelming all his senses. This was better than any dream ever.
    That was until he heard the people around the dance floor hooting and whistling, and the stripper jumped off him like he had just been shocked by an electric fence. He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand, looking at Nathan while his chest rose and fell like an angry bull’s.
    Nathan was horrified. Not again. He was never going to try to kiss another person as long as he lived. He looked up and caught Josh’s startled expression and bulging eyes before a look of pity washed across his face.
    “I’m sorry,” Nathan mumbled, standing up, unable to make eye contact with anyone else. He walked as fast as he could to the door, away from the party and back to the safety of his new apartment.

Chapter 7
    WTF (David)
     
     
    WHAT THE fuck just happened? David thought, watching the guy with the glasses make his way through the crowd of people to the rooftop door. David’s mind was spinning from more than just the alcohol he had earlier. Thankfully someone started up more music and everyone was dancing again, seemingly forgetting about what just happened. He wished he could do the same. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to control his breathing, seeing one of the grooms walking his way.
    “Hey, buddy, I’m Josh, the other groom,” he said, putting his hand out.
    “Uh, hi, name’s David,” he said as he shook Josh’s hand.
    “You okay?” Josh followed David’s line of sight in the direction Nathan went.
    “Yeah. Sorry about your friend. I didn’t mean to give him the wrong impression, but I’m not actually gay.” David grabbed his clothes, figuring his dancing was over at that point.
    “Does your penis know that?” Josh chuckled as he patted David’s shoulder.
    David looked down to see his dick so hard it was coming out of the top of his ridiculous zebra-striped underwear. He couldn’t even respond he was so confused and embarrassed by what had happened and his body’s obvious reaction to another man.
    “Nathan lives in apartment B-2… just in case,” Josh said, paying David before joining his fiancé on the dance floor.
    David threw on his T-shirt, snapped his jeans back on, and headed down the stairs. As he got close to the main door, he saw B-2 on the right and stalled. He leaned his head against the wall, trying to get his emotions in check. He should just leave. He knew that was the right decision to make, the easiest decision. And he kept thinking that even as he raised his hand to knock on the door, but before his knuckles made contact, he turned and walked away. David walked down the front steps of the brownstone, fearing his life had just changed. He took his phone out to call for a cab.

Chapter 8
    The morning after (Nathan)
     
     
    THE NEXT morning Nathan woke up with rumpled sheets wrapped around his legs. He ran his fingers across his lips, remembering last night. Even if part of him didn’t want to conjure up the humiliation, he’d just had his first real kiss. Nathan was trying not to let the little fact that it was with a stripper who didn’t really want to kiss him ruin it. If Nathan were at all artistic, he could recreate every curve of David’s washboard stomach by memory alone. As he lay there replaying the night before, there was a knock on his door.
    Nathan felt a moment of panic, like whoever was at the door had caught him fantasizing. He rolled out of bed, trying to clear a head that was partially foggy from drinking last night, and went to the door in his plaid pajama pants and T-shirt. Nathan