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Supposed To Be - The Meet and Greet
Michael wasn’t supposed to be here. On his knees, sucking cock. He was supposed to be famous. In another life, he knew this was true.
The man behind the cock rocked his hips, forcing himself deeper into Michael’s throat. The first time he’d done this, his eyes had watered, and he’d gagged. But not now. Now, Michael was an old pro.
This is not what he’s supposed to be famous for.
He didn’t have a pimp. He was his own man. Well, as much as he could be. And he didn’t think he was gay. Just because he sucked cock didn’t make him gay.
He was really sick of the taste of latex. Fucking hated it, but it wasn’t like he had any alternatives. The flavored ones were just as bad. They just tasted like flavored latex.
And he was fucking sick of guys grabbing the back of his head, or threading their fingers through his hair, or, worse, yanking on his ears.
Maybe he needed a vacation. But where did a guy with a job like his go to wind down?
The man still had his hands on the back of Michael’s head, and he pulled him close as he finally stilled and filled the condom.
Michael let the cock go with a loud pop and smiled his completely fake smile.
He didn’t like names, even when he knew them ahead of time. He had his regulars, the out-of-towners, and the famous people that tipped really well for him to keep his mouth shut. Well, shut afterwards. There were also the first-timers and the semi-regulars. He had an entire client base.
Michael considered this guy one of the semi-regulars. Didn’t have a name, but nice enough. Always wanted a blow job and that was enough. He didn’t complain about wearing a condom and he tipped well.
Michael called all of the guys without names ‘Buddy’. And this ‘Buddy’ seemed okay with that.
Looking down, satisfied, eyes glazed over, Buddy smiled as he said, “Amazing, man. Just like always.”
Michael nodded and smiled back. He stripped the condom off and quickly disposed of it before he pulled the pants up from around Buddy’s ankles and buttoned them for him.
He stood and silently took the bills pressed into his hand.
It didn’t matter how many times he sucked some guy’s cock or let himself get fucked. He didn’t feel like a whore until they paid him.
~*~
Several nights later, it was Thursday and there was a new guy. One Michael hadn’t seen before. He was really shy and a little familiar, but he was new to Michael and that always proved to be interesting, if nothing else.
He stuttered, blushed and finally stammered out the words, “How much?”
Michael took pity on him. A cop was much more confident and there was no way this kid could be a man of the law. He was too pretty. “Two hundred dollars for a blowjob. Three hundred for me to fuck you and five to fuck me. Anything kinky is extra.”
All he got back was an open-mouthed stare. It was kind of cute.
“What about for the whole night?” The kid was practically whispering.
Michael looked at him critically. He didn’t usually let first-timers take up his whole evening. Usually, it was by appointment only, and then only with his regulars. But the kid was awfully pretty and Michael’s night wasn’t booked. “A grand. Plus dinner.” Michael grinned.
“That’s…um…fine. But… I’ve…never… I mean…um…”
“I know. You’ve never done this before. You’re not gay. I get that a lot.” Michael smiled. “I’m not gay either.”
The kid smiled and stuck out his hand. Polite people usually weirded Michael out. But somehow, this didn’t. “I’m Tom.” Michael shook his head and pursed his lips but the kid kept talking. “I’m just down the street, staying at the Four Seasons. Come on.”
“You can call me Mike.” Michael had no idea why he gave his real name. It just kind of slipped out. He knew there was a reason he hated politeness. He followed Tom down the sidewalk.
~*~
The room was huge. Michael didn’t know what he’d expected; he hadn’t been in the Four Seasons in a long, long time. Tom seemed extremely nervous. He was wringing his hands and he didn’t seem to know where to look. His eyes darted away and then back to Michael repeatedly.
Michael pulled off his thin jacket and tossed it onto a chair. He strolled around the room, looking at things, swinging his hips, just to see what it would do to Tom. Tom was awfully sweet.
“Hey,” Michael started as he made his way back to the doorway where Tom was still standing. “Why don’t we get the unpleasantries out of the way up front?” He ran his hand down Tom’s arm and smiled up at him. Most men weren’t taller than Michael.
Tom looked at him like he had offered to kill a puppy.
“The money?”
“Oh! Sorry. Yes. Of course.” He fumbled with his wallet and pulled out a jumble of money. “Here’s, uh… I have fifties and twenties if that’s okay?” He somehow managed to look at up Michael from underneath his eyelashes. And before Michael could figure out how he did that, the money was being pressed into his hand.
Michael smiled again. “It all spends the same.”
He shoved the bills into his pocket and reached over to pull Tom to him by his belt loops. The kid came willingly enough and sucked in a surprised breath when Michael leaned in to kiss him.
Oh, the kid was good. At least when he got over his initial surprise.
Michael smiled when he pulled back.
The kid was breathless. “I didn’t know you did that.”
“That bitch Julia Roberts has given us all a bad name.”
Tom grinned. God, he had a beautiful smile. And a beautiful mouth. Michael wanted more of it. That thought surprised him. It had been a long time since he had actually wanted another man.
Maybe he *was* gay.
It wasn’t like it mattered.
Tom kissed him again, using his tongue this time. Michael let him and moved when Tom pulled him close. Rubbed his body against Tom’s hoping for a moan. When he got one, he smiled into the kiss and ran his fingernails lightly down Tom’s back. Tom arched into him and pulled back, panting.
Michael grinned and dropped softly to his knees. He looked up at Tom and watched him bite his lip and stumble back a step.
He crawled over and felt Tom’s eyes on him as he did. It wasn’t the worst thing he’d ever done. Tom’s hands were already at his fly, and Michael reached to take over.
Unbuttoned and unzipped, Tom’s boxers were the only things standing between them.
Michael ran his hand along the length of Tom’s hard cock. It was quite impressive. He licked his lips and reached into the pocket of his jeans for a condom. He tugged Tom’s jeans down and smiled as he felt Tom shudder. Michael brushed his fingers across exposed skin, finally wrapping a hand around Tom’s cock.
“Uhn,” Tom grunted.
Tom’s eyes were closed and his head tilted back. He still had his shirt on, but it had somehow gotten rucked up, exposing his defined abs. The kid was gorgeous.
Michael was not supposed to like his clients. Not at all. Not even a little bit. It was better if he loathed them. Better if he hated them. But Tom had been so nice…
He closed his eyes and slipped the condom in his mouth. A trick he’d learned a long time ago from one of his friends who was also trying to be an actor. He concentrated on keeping his teeth covered and not ripping the latex as he slowly took Tom’s cock into his mouth.
Eyes shut, lips stretched wide, Michael swallowed Tom down. In Michael’s mind, he separated himself from the where he was. He wasn’t really on his knees in some strange hotel room, letting a practical stranger into his mouth.
He was on a beach. He loved the ocean breeze. He could almost feel it.
No, those were Tom’s hands softly running his fingers through his short hair. They didn’t grab though, or yank. He was just touching. He hadn’t thrust forward either.
But he wanted to. Michael could practically feel the need thrumming under the surface of Tom’s skin. Such a polite, pretty boy.
Michael forgot about having to think about something else. Instead, he doubled his efforts, swallowing and licking, trying to make Tom come.
Tom moaned and whispered Michael’s name. Michael’s eyes flew open and he pulled back in surprise. He’d forgotten he’d given his real name. It had been entirely too long that someone had called out his name in that voice.
Still hard, Tom looked down at him confused. Michael pulled himself together quickly and sucked Tom back into his mouth. He could tell how close Tom was.
Another moan and Tom held onto Michael’s head this time, like he was scared Michael would stop again. But it was gentle. And he still didn’t thrust.
“Oh, please. God. Mike.”
This time, he didn’t pull back. He liked the way his name sounded on those lips.
Tom finally came with a loud groan and a hand squeezing Michael’s shoulder.
It was a relief every time he did this that he didn’t have to decide to spit or swallow. At least condoms were good for something.
When Tom looked down at him and grinned, he couldn’t help but respond with one of his own. The fact that it was genuine scared the hell out of him.
~*~
Tom ordered them room service. Michael had kind of been joking about dinner, but who was he to turn down a free meal?
“I went to high school in Michigan, actually.”
Somehow they were chatting. Michael didn’t want to know things about the men that paid him to have sex with them.
“Really? I thought with the accent it was from around here.” Michael had no idea why he was actually letting this conversation progress.
“I get that a lot. It’s just a hold over from my parents, I think. I got teased all the time in school.”
He was blushing. How the hell was he blushing?
“School? How old are you?” Michael really hoped he was at least eighteen.
“Twenty-one.”
Right.
“Come on. That’s what all the kids say. How old are you really?” Michael couldn’t believe that he was teasing. He was practically flirting.
“I really am twenty-one! You can check my ID.”
Tom was flirting back. Just plain craziness.
Michael tossed his napkin onto the table and stretched. “I believe you.”
“How old are you?”
Michael snorted. “I’m ancient.”
“Right. What? Thirty?”
“I’ll have you know I’m twenty-seven. I can’t believe you thought I was thirty.” He felt he deserved a little pout after that. Thirty.
Michael stood and flounced over to the couch. He didn’t really have a chance most of the time to fool around with his clients. Most of the time it was very straightforward foreplay - sex – paying – get the fuck out.
Even when Michael booked an entire night, it was all about the sex, but Tom seemed very eager to get to know him. It was refreshing, and kind of scary. But Michael was steadfastly ignoring the scary part.
Tom sat next to him on the couch and looked over at him. “Sorry. I was only kidding. I’m a model. I’m supposed to be dumb.”
Michael giggled. He couldn’t help it. Tom looked so sorry. And sincere.
“Ah! You were kidding? That’s completely unfair.”
And before he could stop it, Tom was pouncing on him. Tickling. Oh, the kid played dirty.
Michael tickled back. Before he knew it, they were both laughing and breathless, and Tom was on top of him. There was that clichéd moment of silence before Tom’s mouth descended on his.
Fingers that were tickling seconds before, were now stroking. And Tom’s tongue was somehow finding places along his throat that he really liked. It was never supposed to be about Michael.
But he couldn’t help the moan when Tom pressed down and their cocks rubbed together through denim and cotton. God, that felt good. Tom felt good. This was insane.
Tom pulled back, and arched into him again. “I want… I mean, I’ve never. But I want…” He buried his face in Michael’s neck, mumbling. God, he was just too adorable for words. Michael was going to have to examine his apparent affection for Tom later. But right now, he had to be all business.
“You can. Just… Get up, take off your clothes and sit back down.”
Tom stared for a minute before he stood up. He was so eager; he had most of his clothes off before Michael could stand up himself. Tom’s shirt flew across the room and his shoes ended up flung next to the bed.
Michael finally stood and when Tom got his jeans off, he sat back down on the couch, just like he’d been instructed. He looked up expectantly. And naked. Very, very naked.
Smiling, Michael started to remove his own clothes. Much, much slower than Tom had. He unbuttoned his shirt, and let it fall off his shoulders. He knew that some people had a problem with the hairy chest, but he hated the way it felt when it started to grow back.
Tom didn’t seem to mind. His hand slowly stroking his own cock suggested that he didn’t mind one tiny bit.
“Hurry,” Tom said in a dazed voice.
Michael decided that hurrying was a great idea. He fished another condom from the pocket of his jeans and shoved them off.
“Here.” He opened the condom wrapper and leaned over Tom to roll it down his cock. He couldn’t help stroking it just a little while he was there. Tom moaned and thrust into his hand. Michael almost didn’t want to stop, but professionalism won out over his own want.
He reached down and dug through the other pockets of his jeans to find the tube of lubricant he carried. He didn’t expect Tom to have any in his hotel room. He spread it over his own fingers and reached back with his hand. He closed his eyes as he slowly started to stretch himself. He could hear Tom panting on the couch.
“Can I?”
Michael looked up in surprise and offered him the lube. He crawled next to Tom on the couch and was surprised when Tom leaned in to kiss him. God. He wasn’t supposed to feel. He wasn’t supposed to care.
But a big, slick finger pushed into him and hit on his prostate the first try and Michael couldn’t help it. It felt too good.
Dragging his mouth away, panting himself now, Michael whispered, “Two. Use two.”
Tom nodded and did as he was told. Two fingers were inside him now, twisting and stretching and Michael arched back and pushed into the thrusting digits. “God,” he breathed. “Ok.” He grabbed Tom’s wrist. His hand barely fit around it. “Slowly. I’m going to get on top and you’re going to fuck me.”
The shudder that went through Tom delighted Michael for reasons he didn’t even want to think about. The fingers slid out of him and he straddled Tom’s lap.
“You’re going to love this. It feels so good.”
Tom seemed a little beyond words. He moaned and his hands settled on Michael’s hips.
Michael wrapped his hand around the base of Tom’s cock, holding it in position so he could slide down onto it. When the head finally breached his hole, Michael held still, took a deep breath and let gravity do its job.
Tom moaned again and this time Michael could make out his name mixed in with several nonsense words. He rested his hands on Tom’s shoulders, and using them for leverage, started to fuck himself on Tom’s cock.
He didn’t do anything fancy, just a steady rhythm. His thigh muscles worked as he slid up and down, Tom moaning almost steadily now, Michael’s name like a chant from his lips.
Michael bit his lip and kept moving. His own cock was hard against his stomach and the friction against Tom’s muscled chest was going to send him into climax, but this wasn’t about him. Even if he wanted it to be.
Tom started thrusting up, meeting Michael’s hips as he moved down. Michael gasped and arched, forcing Tom’s cock into his prostate as the angle changed. He was completely unprepared for the hand that wrapped around his leaking cock.
He was going to come. He hadn’t even had to call up any of his fantasies that helped when he had to get hard to be on the other end of this. He moaned and shook his head. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He was clean, but he shouldn’t…wasn’t supposed to…
“Mike, you’re so hot. This is amazing. God, I don’t want to ever stop.”
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be the one that lost control.
But a few more thrusts, and Michael couldn’t remember why he cared. Tom’s hand matched the rhythm of their fucking, and Michael cried out wordlessly when he came.
And Tom just kept arching into him, fucking him and making breathless little noises. Michael was finally coherent enough to help. He leaned over and started whispering in Tom’s ear.
“Fuck me. Harder. Come on, Tom. I want to hear you when you come. Do you like that? Fucking my ass?” He flicked out his tongue, running it along the shell of Tom’s ear and smiled at the groan and erratic thrusts he started to use.
Michael squeezed all the muscles he could and kept talking. “Harder, Tom. Your cock feels huge in my tight little ass. You love this, don’t you? Fuck me, Tom.”
It wasn’t a noise he could remember hearing – the noise Tom made when he came. It was some cross between a groan and a scream and he absolutely loved it.
The power he felt when he made someone come was the only thing that didn’t suck about this occupation. Well, that and the money.
Panting, exhausted, Tom leaned back and let his head rest on the back of the couch. Michael leaned on him until they both caught their breath and Tom smiled at him.
“That was fucking amazing. God. My thighs are still shaking.”
Michael grinned back.
“I need to shower.” Tom stretched his arms up.
Michael felt Tom’s cock still inside him flex and he moved to get up, but Tom held him back and nuzzled against his neck. “Want to wash my back?”
“Of course,” Michael agreed. “That’s what I’m here for.” He said it to remind himself as well as Tom what his job was here. This was entirely too intimate. Too much like the sex in Michael’s usual fantasies, even though that was usually of the female-type fantasy.
Tom looked at him, startled for a second. “Right. Come on.”
Michael stood and stripped the condom off of Tom. They were both sticky and sweaty and a shower would be really good, but Michael should really take his separately. He didn’t know how long Tom was going to want him to stay. Or if he should stay.
Tom stood and walked confidently into the bathroom. Michael heard the water running before he followed.
~*~
Tom asked Michael to join him in the shower, so he did. After all, Tom was the boss.
His back was to Michael and Tom handed him a soaped up washcloth. “Here.” Tom had seemed kind of offended since the remark that reminded them both why Michael was there.
Dutifully, Michael scrubbed at Tom’s shoulders and back. He slid the slip of terrycloth down to his ass and Michael hadn’t realized just how nice that was.
Trying to be all business, he scrubbed without fondling. He really should have left.
Tom turned, and let Michael soap up his chest and arms. When he finally made his way down to Tom’s cock, a loud whimper echoed off the walls, even though Tom wasn’t hard.
“Sorry,” he whispered.
“Why? I think that’s more of a compliment than something to apologize for.” He smiled. It broke the awkwardness between them and Tom smiled back.
Tom took the washcloth from him and squeezed more soap onto it before starting to wash Michael.
This really wasn’t supposed to happen. There were rules. Guidelines. Only, Michael didn’t want to think about them. He wanted to let Tom keep washing him.
“Turn around.”
Michael did, resting his arms on the shower wall as Tom slid the soapy cloth down his back. The lube that had covered his ass was washed away and he felt a lot better than he should. At least physically. Mentally, he was still berating himself for liking Tom even a little.
~*~
Tom pulled on the robe hung on the back of the bathroom door and handed the second one to Michael.
Shrugging, Michael took it and slipped it on. He should really go.
He followed Tom to the couch and sat next to him, even though his eyes kept darting to the door. He should really go.
“Quit looking like that,” Tom said sharply.
“What?”
“I paid for the whole night. Stay? Please?”
“Okay.” The word left his mouth before he could think about it. Damn traitorous tongue.
“Good.” Tom smiled. “Snuggling, sleeping and then you can fuck me in the morning.”
Michael stared at him and shook his head. Tom was unlike anyone he’d ever spent this kind of time with. Oh well, whatever Tom wanted. Snuggling was a lot better than some things that he could want.
He settled in and rolled his eyes when Tom let the channels finally stop at cartoons.
~*~
Tom fell asleep with his mouth open and his thumb still on the remote. Michael refused to let himself think about that, because it was just too adorable.
He had to use the bathroom. But Tom was draped around him and Michael didn’t want to wake him.
Slowly, carefully, Michael picked up Tom’s arm and slid out from underneath it. He set it back on the couch and stood up.
Still asleep. Michael let out the breath he was holding and crossed to the room to the bathroom.
When he finished, he made his way back to the couch and started gathering the clothes that had ended up strewn about the room and folded them into separate piles.
Michael was about twenty seconds from leaving. Yeah, he’d promised to stay, but if he ran, Tom would probably never find him.
He turned around and just couldn’t do it. Tom was too damn adorable.
Michael sat back down on the couch and tapped Tom gently on the shoulder. “Tom,” he whispered.
Tom mumbled and shifted on the couch.
Michael grinned again. This was such a bad idea.
“Tom,” Michael repeated a little louder, accompanying his words with a little harder tap. “Your neck is going to be sore if you sleep like that.”
Tom opened his eyes and smiled. A sweet, gorgeous smile that Michael couldn’t help answering with one of his own.
Michael watched Tom stretch, carefully avoiding looking at a little patch of skin that was exposed from neck to stomach when his robe opened a little, and reached out his hand. He helped Tom stand up and led him to the very large bed in the other room.
Tom sat down and Michael went around the room, turning out lamps and switching off the television.
When he got back to the bed, Tom was already underneath the blankets. Michael shrugged and crawled in beside him. He stayed on his side of the bed, turning towards the wall and closing his eyes.
Strong arms wrapped around him and pulled him close. Michael stiffened and didn’t relax until the breathing behind him evened out and he could tell Tom was asleep. He was so fucked.
~*~
Michael wasn’t used to waking up with people. Especially people that were plastered all over him. Even when he was contracted for the entire night, he usually didn’t do any actual sleeping with his clients. Somehow his robe had slipped mostly off during the night.
Kisses on his ear, his shoulder, the back of his neck. Mike was completely awake when Tom whispered into his ear, “I want you to fuck me.”
Closing his eyes, Michael nodded and turned. Tom’s robe had slipped off too. The terrycloth seemed to have inherent flaws in the belting.
Tom was already hard, his erection pressing against Michael’s thigh, slipping along the skin. He probably wasn’t supposed to like that.
Michael pulled back slightly, untangling himself from Tom. At the questioning look, he felt he had to explain himself.
“I have to get things…from my pants.” He gestured towards the other room.
Tom nodded and flopped back onto the bed.
He gathered the lube and condoms from his pockets and hurried back. His own erection bobbed in front of him as he walked. Just the thought of sex with Tom made him hard. Michael was going to have to have a good long look at that later when he was contemplating his own sexuality.
But right now, none of that mattered. What mattered was just how beautiful Tom looked sprawled in the bed. One knee was bent, one hand between his legs, doing what, Michael couldn’t see.
Tom had no idea how good this was going to feel.
“You should turn over and get on your knees,” Michael prompted from foot of the bed.
Tom’s eyes flew open and looked incredulous.
“It will hurt less and be much easier on you.”
Michael knew what he was talking about. He had more experience than Tom could ever hope to have.
Silently nodding, Tom twisted on the sheets and drew his knees up. Michael tried to breathe evenly, but that effort proved futile when Tom leaned down on his elbows – practically presenting himself.
He wanted this, Tom wanted this, and technically he wasn’t even charging Tom for it. But he wasn’t going to tell Tom that. All the sleeping was free, too. Whatever he’d been paid had really only covered up until midnight. But he hadn’t explained that very well, and if he ignored it, he could still pretend to himself that he had to do this.
And ignore how much he wanted it.
He wasn’t shaking. He wasn’t. He should be wearing gloves. But he didn’t want to. He hadn’t gotten them from his jeans anyway. And he wasn’t stopping now. He tore open the condom and rolled it onto his cock before he could decide he didn’t care about that either.
Michael didn’t want to hurt Tom. He squeezed a lot of lube onto his fingers and carefully slid a finger inside.
Tom groaned and Michael watched his thighs tremble. That was a good sign. He moved his finger back and forth, letting Tom get used to it and when he started to meet the thrusts, Michael pushed another one inside.
“Mike! God!”
Grinning, Michael stroked Tom’s cock with his other hand. He crooked his fingers, reaching for the spot he knew would drive Tom crazy. He knew he’d found it when Tom practically screamed.
Michael scissored his fingers, stretching Tom, focusing on getting him open. He stopped stroking Tom; instead, using that hand to slick his own latex covered cock. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over Tom’s back.
“Relax. This is going to be good. Take a deep breath and just breathe,” he whispered into his ear.
Michael leaned back, and started pushing inside.
He should have listened to his own advice. The whole breathing thing was hard to remember when things felt as good as Tom’s ass around him.
Tight, and hot and Michael groaned as he pushed further inside. Tom whimpered and Michael couldn’t stop until he was all the way in. Panting, he asked, “Okay? Tom? Okay?”
“God, yes. Good. I didn’t know.”
“What?”
“How good this would feel. God.”
Michael stilled for a second and closed his eyes. When Tom rocked towards him and whimpered again, he had to start thrusting. Long, slow strokes, making sure Tom could feel it. His fingers gripped Tom’s hip, hard enough to leave bruises, but Michael couldn’t bring himself to stop. Pulling Tom to him on every thrust just felt too good.
“Fuck, Mike,” Tom gasped.
Michael moaned as he slid his hand around to find Tom’s cock. Hard and God, so fucking perfect. He stroked in time to his thrusts, listing to the noises and half-words spilling from Tom’s mouth.
It was almost too much. Michael wasn’t supposed to feel this good. It wasn’t supposed to be this thing that he wanted or needed or even liked. It was supposed to be work. It was supposed to be detached. Mechanical.
But Tom felt too good. He was too sweet. His cock was just too perfect in his hand and Michael groaned when he felt Tom come all over him.
Muscles clamped down on him and Michael was close, so close. He dragged his hand across the sheets, sliding it across Tom’s arm to the back of his neck and pushed him down. Holding Tom down, Michael felt more in control, more like he was supposed to.
Tom still strained beneath him, still rocked back to meet every thrust, and he kept calling Michael’s name and saying ‘please.’
Michael opened his eyes and watched the muscles of Tom’s back move as he strained and grunted. It was too much. He pushed in one more time and finally came, shuddering and biting his lip to keep quiet. It wouldn’t do for him to yell out Tom’s name as he came.
He collapsed on top of Tom, panting, the sweat stuck them together. Tom shifted and they tumbled to the bed, Michael sprawled on his back and Tom lying next to him.
When he finally caught his breath, he turned his head and caught Tom staring at him. He smiled and looked back at the ceiling.
Tom whispered, “Thanks, Mike.”
When Michael looked at him again, he was asleep.
Michael slipped out of the bed and made his way to the bathroom to clean up. He picked up his pile of clothes on the way. He finished with the spot wash and dressed before he opened the door. He was silent as he made his way around the room, looking for the one sock he couldn’t find.
Tom sat up and frowned.
Michael tried not to pay attention to him. Even though he was naked and gorgeous.
“Ah ha!” He finally found the sock underneath the couch, which made perfect sense when he thought about it.
He sat down and pulled on both socks and his tennis shoes. He looked around, at Tom and down at the floor. He had to leave.
“Can I…Is it okay…I mean. Mike? Can I…”
“Here,” Michael said. He pulled a card out of his back pocket and pushed it into Tom’s hand. It just had the phone number to his voice mail on it. He’d made them on his computer. They didn’t have his name; he couldn’t always be sure that he’d give the same one out twice. “If you find yourself back in town and want to explore the whole ‘not gay’ thing again, give me a call. Leave a message, and if I can I’ll probably call you back.”
Tom nodded.
Michael leaned down to kiss him quickly on the mouth and turned. He didn’t look back when he left.
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