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January |
Frankie drained his beer. Damn, watching Dante and Kale together just made him more depressed. He and Alan were happy like that once, or at least, Frankie thought they were. Coming down to the club was turning into a bad idea. It was a slow night and most of the guys were in the club too often to make a one night stand anything but awkward. Not that they'd be interested in him anyway.
That thought depressed him even more. Frankie sighed and slumped against the bar. Here he was, single for -- what? six hours -- and he already didn't know what to do with himself. He was horny, too, which didn't help things. Damn, maybe I should have jacked off in the shower.
Someone sat on the barstool next to him. Frankie felt a slim hand touch his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah…" Frankie glanced up and almost fell off his stool in surprise. It was the guy Frankie had seen earlier, and damn if he wasn't even better looking up close.
"Is everything all right?" Warm, worried, chocolate brown eyes met Frankie's. "You look depressed."
"I was…until I saw you, at least." Frankie cringed. That had to be the worst pick up line ever. Oh well, so much for first impressions.
The young man just smiled at him and held his hand out. "I'm Aki."
"Frankie…" Frankie gave Aki a quick once over while they shook hands. Aki had a good-looking body, too. He was built perfectly as far as Frankie was concerned anyway, all sleek muscles and slim lines. "Nice to meet you."
"So, do you come here often?"
"You could say that." Frankie turned so he could get a better look at Aki. There was something familiar about those big brown eyes, but Frankie couldn't place it. "Usually I'm behind the bar, though."
"Ah, so what brings you to work on your day off?"
"I had a hell of a day and needed a little distraction."
"Ooh, anything I can help with?"
"Maybe…"
Aki leaned closer and whispered into Frankie's ear. "If distracting you involves us getting sweaty and naked, I'm all for it."