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first, even found it romantic, but now? Now Chance was beginning to resent it. He was ready, and he was old enough to make that decision for himself. Alex was treating him like a child rather than a partner, and Chance hoped that this trip would change that. He wanted Alex would see him for the man that he was, to respect him.
    "All done. The bathroom's yours, sweet cheeks." Alex glided out of the bathroom in nothing but his boxers, climbing into bed without so much as glancing at Chance. Chance didn't bother going into the bathroom to undress. He stripped and turned out the lights, climbing into the bed with Alex. Alex was lying on his back and Chance scooted up close to him, pressing his erection into Alex's thigh and reaching under the cover to fondle Alex's cock.
    "Make love to me?" Chance kissed Alex's cheek and then licked the edge of his ear, sticking his tongue inside. He still had the condoms and lube clutched in his other hand, and he laid them carefully on Alex's chest.
    "Oh, for fuck's sake, Chance!" Alex slapped the supplies off his chest and onto the floor and pushed Chance away. Even in the dark of the room Chance could see the scowl on his face. Alex rolled away from him, putting his back to Chance and leaving a large space between them. "Is that all I am to you? Sex? Is that all you care about?"
    "What? No! I just thought…" Chance reached out and touched Alex's shoulder, but Alex shrugged him off and slid farther away.
    " Well , you thought wrong! I ' m tired , Chance. We ' ve been up since six, spent the morning on a plane , and then we got here and you freaked out, you wouldn ' t even kiss me! Now you think we ' re going to fuck like bunnies and make up? Forget it. Go to sleep, Chance. "
    Chance rolled onto his back and threw his arm over his eyes. He could feel his face heating and his erection was now a distant memory. He sighed and settled back on to the mattress, trying to wish himself to sleep. Things would get better in the morning, right?

Chapter Four
     
    Thursday, July 29, 2010.
    "Good evening, sir, and welcome to the Grand Chancellor Hotel." The perky redhead smiled at Mark from behind the check-in counter in the extravagant hotel lobby. "Do you have a reservation with us?"
    "Yes, I do," Mark said. "It's under—"
    Two men emerged from a door off to the side of the lobby, one issuing orders that drowned out Mark's words, "Beverly, Mr Stallings here is going to need one of the conference rooms from October 7th through the 10th. Could you take care of it for me? Oh, and be sure to reserve twenty rooms under his name, as well."
    Mark froze at the sound of that voice. He watched, dumbstruck, as the men shook hands and the younger of the two headed for the exit while the other approached the counter.
    The girl behind the desk began typing furiously, an impatient frown marring her freckled face. "Yes, of course. Just one moment, sir. I was about to get this gentleman here checked in. What was your name, sir?"
    Mark had no time to answer. The businessman turned and looked at him, recognition immediately lighting in his eyes. "Holy shit. Mark Nelson!"
    Mark looked down at the familiar face of Nathan Marshall and tried to remember how to breathe. Nate was still stunning, the same blond hair and piercing blue eyes, the same firm athletic build filling out a pair of slacks and a clinging, white dress shirt. Mark found himself suddenly embraced by his former lover in a macho hug, Nate slapping his back harder than necessary. The man hadn't changed at all.
    "Good to see you again, Nate."
    Nate stepped back and looked him over, his eyes raking over Mark's body like a caress, and Mark's knees nearly gave out under him.
    "God Mark, you're fucking huge! Looking good!" Nate reached out and squeezed the muscles in his arm and Mark's face heated in a pleased but embarrassed blush. He'd been awkward and gangly in his youth, a high metabolism keeping his six foot five inch frame thin and almost gaunt. He'd been too