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stiffening, but the skin of his buttocks seemed a lot more sensitive than usual. What sorcery was this? “I… thought you were joking.”
    “I haven’t done anal since senior year when I did Tiffany Jordan, of course I wasn’t joking.”
    James groaned. He did not want that mental image. His mind suddenly went numb, and he raised his head to look at Mike. Could that mean he, James the sex-deprived nerd was far more experienced than Mike the hot mechanic? “What?”
    “You’re really making me work for it, aren’t you? Let’s go.” Mike sighed and put his top back on.
    “I just… don’t get it. You seem so eager… what do you mean that was the last time?”
    Mike went silent for once and just watched James as he started the car. From the corner of his eye, James saw Mike giving the finger to the man in the uniform, who just had to be his dad. He chose to ignore it.
    “You’re all hot and gay. Why wouldn’t I be eager? I’m your boyfriend after all,” Mike muttered with less energy than before.
    James drove toward the highway on the other side of the retail park. He would never trust GPS again. Then again, it was thanks to GPS that he met his date for the conference, so maybe the weekend wouldn’t be all that bad. He hoped so.
    “But… you’re hot and gay, too. No boyfriends?” He glanced at Mike’s handsome profile.
    Mike shrugged. “Where? At Vega’s Gas & Motel? I went to a gay bar in Austin once. I got a blowjob.”
    James had to force his jaw shut. This was not happening. No way in the hell. “No… hookups? Nothing?” he asked, unable to control his shock. This was so… sad.
    “I only came out three years ago.” Mike opened one of the wine bottles. “You know our town. Not much opportunity there. You know that gay radar thing? Mine must be defective.”
    “Internet?” whispered James and quickly took the turn. He’d almost missed their exit.
    “Man, stop nagging me. I don’t even have a car,” Mike grumbled and took a swig of wine, straight from the bottle.
    “Sorry, it’s just… you’re so hot,” whispered James, intent on reaching the hotel as quickly as possible, though it would still take at least an hour.
    “I’m just one hot fish in a sea of plenty,” Mike repeated the words James had said to him earlier that day. He leaned against the door and took his shades off, and looked everywhere but at James.
    ****

Chapter 3
    The ride passed mostly in awkward silence, with James talking about random stuff once in a while. At least he explained how he’d become a proud owner of a high-class sports car. Mike didn’t understand all the technical details but it turned out that James, who now was an engineer, was the inventor of a portable laboratory machine. It was small, relatively cheap, and was gaining popularity in medical centers in small communities. Mike was impressed, but the strange atmosphere didn’t disperse even as they pulled into a parking lot by a shopping mall only ten minutes away from their destination. James’s comments on how weird it was that Mike didn’t have hookups made Mike all sorts of uncomfortable. So he didn’t. So what? It didn’t mean he didn’t want to. It just never worked out for him. Now, he not only felt like a failure at being straight, but a failure at being gay as well. Not to mention he was kinda queasy about giving blowjobs, even in his imagination, which probably made him an epic failure at being gay. He bet super-gay James gave mean head, that he knew how to deep-throat and shit.
    James cleared his throat. “I thought you’d like to dress for the occasion. What do you think?”
    Mike frowned at him. Why would Lovelace care what he thought? “I’m yours for the weekend. Dress me in what you want.”
    James frowned and looked at the steering wheel. “I want you to be comfortable. This way you’ll feel more at ease in your role. I’m sure we can compromise.”
    “I don’t like suits all that much. But they’re probably the