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shit in your fancy air-conned hotel?” Was this supposed to be his Pretty Woman moment or something?
    James sighed, unbuckling his seat belt. “You don’t have to be dressed up like you’re attending the Oscars, you know.”
    “I don’t know.” Mike got out of the car, no longer sure what pretending to be James’s boyfriend entailed. “I’d prefer to wear a shirt without a jacket. Oh, and those rimmed glasses.” Maybe James would be more willing to fuck if Mike looked smart?
    “That would be great. And we could get some jeans and casual stuff as well if you’re up for it.” James gave him a broad smile. He raised his head and froze, but eventually put his hand on Mike’s nape. “So… shall we train while we’re at it?”
    “Y-yeah, sure.” Mike slid his arm around James’s waist. It had a nice firmness to it. He always thought it would be amazing to have a rich boyfriend who’d just give him stuff, but in this situation, he wasn’t all that sure anymore how he felt about it.
    James’s eyes darkened, but he looked away with a low chuckle. “I keep forgetting how long your arms are.”
    Mike frowned. “What is that supposed to mean? Is this some abstract flirting? Because I don’t get it.”
    “No… it’s just that I haven’t dated for a while. You’re getting scratched by the rust on my love joint— God that didn’t come out right either,” moaned James. He pinched the bridge of his nose as his cheeks burst with redness. That fair skin was one of the qualities that had made teasing him so easy.
    “Well, it’s not really a date, so you can chill out and tell me what you want. Unless you want me to oil your ‘love joint’, or some shit.” Mike led him toward the door to the mall. It felt weird being gay in public, like every single pair of eyes around them was on him. The Walmart act had been a great stunt, but now it was all becoming a lot more real.
    James sighed. “Okay, lesson one: never say stuff like that outside of our hotel room.” He walked up to the mall plan and narrowed his eyes, apparently looking for something specific.
    “You said ‘love joint’,” Mike muttered. He didn’t know what James wanted anymore.
    “Yeah, that was terrible. Let’s just forget it and move on to some classy dating.” James looked up from the plan, and his hand closed around Mike’s. “Do some shopping, and then we could have coffee.”
    “Classy.” Mike laughed nervously, feeling his hand sweat. All his mind could think of was that he was holding a guy’s hand in public, and it wasn’t for a crazy, adrenaline-infused stunt.
    James’s hand was smaller than his, less meaty but oh-so-warm. He couldn’t remember ever holding a guy like this. Even the air conditioning in the mall would not stop the warmth spreading through his body. He was stared at. He was judged. It was all happening now. He knew it was an act, but no one else did.
    “So, imagine that I am playing cards with some of the people from the conference. I win. What do you do?” asked James. “Show me.”
    Mike took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Good job!” He patted James on the back. “Err… Get ’em, tiger?”
    James blinked. “Try again.”
    Mike let out a guttural rasp and lowered his voice. “That was great, I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight if you win more cash.” He leaned closer and nuzzled James’s ear.
    James pressed his mouth shut and looked at the floor. It took him a good thirty seconds to compose himself and speak again. “I am being serious. You can’t say things like that in public.”
    “I’m just trying to be an encouraging boyfriend. You like to be fucked, I provide that service.” Mike chuckled, imagining they were all alone, not surrounded by prying eyes. He was surprised no one actually said anything. At least there weren’t that many people around.
    “That’s not what I want from you. I want you to be my date. Kiss my cheek and tell me I’m doing great, or something,” he