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meeting.
Wouldn t dream of it.
Avani disappeared down to the other end of the bar, and Ethan
took a small breath, then stood and moved over to the next stool. The
man s eyes widened for the briefest of moments, but he smiled to try
and cover any surprise. How to go about this...
Conor, right? Heard you talking to Avani.
That s me, yeah. Conor took a swig of his wine. Nice place.
Thanks. He smiled as the man frowned at his response. I m the
owner.
Oh! Conor laughed. Then it s a really nice place.
The pair caught each other s gaze, and Conor s clouded for a
moment, as if in recognition.
You okay? Ethan said.
Hmm? Oh, yeah, sorry. Your eyes reminded me of someth uh,
someone.
Ah. Ethan took a sip of beer. So, I take it you re either new to
gay bars, or new to being gay entirely.
Conor nearly choked on his wine. Is it that obvious?
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Ethan shrugged. Maybe not to all, but I ve run a bar for a long
time, and dated for even longer. I can spot the signs.
So you re, uh...
Gay? Ethan nodded. Hence me trying to chat you up.
Conor started to colour. Oh, right.
* * * *
Conor tried to stop himself blushing, but he d have had more luck
turning his wineglass into a popsicle. It was the man s eyes. They
reminded him of the wolf s so much that he had to restrain a shudder.
He wasn t entirely sure that the shudder was an unpleasant one,
though.
The man was older than him, probably by ten years or so, but that
didn t bother Conor much. Age brought experience, after all, and
what more could a newbie want? His close-cropped hair didn t show
even a single strand of gray, but it didn t look coloured. He had a
serious face, but laughter lines gave away his softer side. His hands
were those of a man who had seen hard work. Conor tried not to stare
at the one wrapped around his beer bottle. The thought of those hands
holding him while the man...No wonder he was blushing!
He gulped back his wine and gestured to the barmaid. No wonder
she had been so friendly. She was getting information for her boss.
She was busy with another order, but she nodded to tell him she d
seen his hand.
So. Conor turned back to Ethan. Um. He laughed. You re
right. I m new to this.
Bars? Or both?
Both. He cleared his throat. Is that a problem?
Ethan smirked. Bonus. I m a big fan of taking charge.
Oh boy. Conor tried to swig more wine then remembered the glass
was empty. That s, uh, good. He tried to ignore the sensation of his
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cock straining against his pants. After years being the one doing the
work, letting someone else do it is appealing.
Okay, the wine had certainly kicked in. He couldn t believe he d
just said that. Ethan didn t seem to mind, though, and instead placed
his hand on Conor s bulging pants. Conor bit his lip as the man s
fingers worked his zipper down and slid underneath the fabric.
Well now, Ethan said, his voice deeper. Someone s a big boy,
and it ain t me for once.
Conor let out a surprised gasp as strong fingers pushed through
the front of his boxers and ran along the length of his rapidly
hardening cock. For such a big hand, Ethan s movements were soft,
almost loving, as he pulled Conor s foreskin back with practised
movements.
Should... Conor took a breath and glanced around. Shouldn t
we be somewhere more private?
Where s more private than my own property? He moved his
hand a little quicker. Who s going to kick us out?
True, but, uh, people. Conor gripped the edge of the bar and let
out a shaky breath. Someone could see.
The movements stopped, and Ethan withdrew his hand. He
straightened and shrugged. I ve got a few hours. How about I show
you my office upstairs?
Conor swallowed, then glanced about once more to make sure
nobody had seen anything. The coast looked clear. He zipped his
pants back up and used the time to think quickly. On one hand, this
was a stranger, in a bar he d never been in before, and nobody he
knew was aware he was here, other than his boss. On the other hand,
he was hard, horny as fuck, and really wanted Ethan to finish what he
had started.
Well? Ethan said.
Conor took a breath. Sounds good.
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Chapter Six
Ethan finished his beer in one swallow, then stood and gestured
for Conor to follow. He was so damned hard, the sooner he did
something about it, the better. Conor looked nervous as hell, though,
so he d take it as it came.
He led the man to the end of the bar, to a security door with a
small combination lock on the handle. He tapped in the PIN, and the
door unlocked with a clunk. Conor seemed all the more nervous at
having to pass through a locked door, and Ethan could understand
why. After all, they d never met before.
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