dance. Sex tonight.
"Get lost," someone said to Bill or Phil or Will and Dune opened his eyes to see Gavin standing in front of him.
"No," Dune said at the same time as Bill or Phil or Will.
Gavin gave Dune his most disarming smile and then a fierce, "don't fuck with me" look to Bill or Phil or Will. "I said, get lost. Dune and I have things to talk about."
Bill or Phil or Will scowled at them both. "You should have told me you had a boyfriend," he said, and sauntered away to find some other lovely thing to dance with.
Dune crossed his arms over his chest and wished he remembered what happened to his shirt. "What do you want?"
Gavin placed both hands on Dune's shoulders and lightly kissed his lips. "Hello," he said cheerfully. Dune shook him off and pushed through the dancers to the coat room. "Dune," Gavin called after him. "Dune. Dune!" Dune finally turned and saw that Gavin had fallen to his knees, his expression beseeching, his hands open in supplication. "Don't leave me this way, Dune."
"Is that offer open to anyone?" someone asked him, but Gavin ignored him, eyes only on Dune.
Dune scowled and went to him, grabbed a hand and pulled him to his feet. "Quit it, you drama queen."
"I just wanted you to notice me." The pleading look was gone, replaced by Gavin's habitual smirk. "They've still got those private rooms here, don't they?"
"Not that I'd go into any with you," Dune said.
Gavin looked at him a moment, then said, "Come on, let's sit down." Gavin took Dune's hand and led him to one of the small circular booths in the back of the club. Dune slid into the seat opposite Gavin, who picked up the cocktail menu and perused it in silence.
Two can play at this, Dune thought, and inspected his fingernails.
At last Gavin said, "Why do you hate me?" without looking up.
Dune looked at him through half-closed eyes, brows lowered.
"Are you really this unforgiving?" Gavin said, finally putting down the cocktail menu. "Dune, I've changed. I've learned my lesson. I'm a new man."
"I don't believe you." He started to slide out of the booth.
Gavin leaned over the table and put his hands over Dune's. "I was young. We both were. I thought that's what love was. I know better now. Dune. I came back to the city for you."
Dune looked at Gavin and then pulled his hands away. "You can't just show up and apologize and expect everything to be forgiven. You were terrible to me."
"So let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I've changed. Come home with me tonight. I haven't unpacked much but I have a bed, since you don't want a private room."
Dune frowned. "We fuck and everything's fine. Right."
Gavin smiled at him, charming and confident. "Make-up sex is supposed to be the best kind."
Dune was about to answer when he felt an arm slide around his shoulders, and Micah dropped himself into Dune's lap. "Hello, gorgeous. I'm sorry I'm late."
"You're forgiven. I missed you," Dune said. He'd never been so relieved to see Micah. He wrapped his arms around Micah's slender waist and kissed Micah's cheek. Micah grinned and winked at Dune, then snuggled himself deep into Dune's arms.
"I had the worst time getting away. Crises always happen just before quitting time." He looked at Gavin, completely relaxed and not at all self-conscious about sitting on Dune's lap. "I've seen you around the Chronicle , haven't I?"
"I work the city beat." Gavin looked taken aback at Micah's brazen affection, but he recovered enough to say, "I'm Gavin. Laird's brother. We met on Labor Day."
"Oh! That's right. I'd forgotten you." Micah's normally sweet voice had an edge of steel to it. "I work at the paper, too. I'm in IT."
Gavin said, starting to smile, "So I know who to come to when my email crashes and my printer won't print."
"Yep, I take care of all that," Micah said cheerfully. "So be nice to my Dunie or I'll put girl-on-girl porn on
"Get lost," someone said to Bill or Phil or Will and Dune opened his eyes to see Gavin standing in front of him.
"No," Dune said at the same time as Bill or Phil or Will.
Gavin gave Dune his most disarming smile and then a fierce, "don't fuck with me" look to Bill or Phil or Will. "I said, get lost. Dune and I have things to talk about."
Bill or Phil or Will scowled at them both. "You should have told me you had a boyfriend," he said, and sauntered away to find some other lovely thing to dance with.
Dune crossed his arms over his chest and wished he remembered what happened to his shirt. "What do you want?"
Gavin placed both hands on Dune's shoulders and lightly kissed his lips. "Hello," he said cheerfully. Dune shook him off and pushed through the dancers to the coat room. "Dune," Gavin called after him. "Dune. Dune!" Dune finally turned and saw that Gavin had fallen to his knees, his expression beseeching, his hands open in supplication. "Don't leave me this way, Dune."
"Is that offer open to anyone?" someone asked him, but Gavin ignored him, eyes only on Dune.
Dune scowled and went to him, grabbed a hand and pulled him to his feet. "Quit it, you drama queen."
"I just wanted you to notice me." The pleading look was gone, replaced by Gavin's habitual smirk. "They've still got those private rooms here, don't they?"
"Not that I'd go into any with you," Dune said.
Gavin looked at him a moment, then said, "Come on, let's sit down." Gavin took Dune's hand and led him to one of the small circular booths in the back of the club. Dune slid into the seat opposite Gavin, who picked up the cocktail menu and perused it in silence.
Two can play at this, Dune thought, and inspected his fingernails.
At last Gavin said, "Why do you hate me?" without looking up.
Dune looked at him through half-closed eyes, brows lowered.
"Are you really this unforgiving?" Gavin said, finally putting down the cocktail menu. "Dune, I've changed. I've learned my lesson. I'm a new man."
"I don't believe you." He started to slide out of the booth.
Gavin leaned over the table and put his hands over Dune's. "I was young. We both were. I thought that's what love was. I know better now. Dune. I came back to the city for you."
Dune looked at Gavin and then pulled his hands away. "You can't just show up and apologize and expect everything to be forgiven. You were terrible to me."
"So let me make it up to you. Let me show you that I've changed. Come home with me tonight. I haven't unpacked much but I have a bed, since you don't want a private room."
Dune frowned. "We fuck and everything's fine. Right."
Gavin smiled at him, charming and confident. "Make-up sex is supposed to be the best kind."
Dune was about to answer when he felt an arm slide around his shoulders, and Micah dropped himself into Dune's lap. "Hello, gorgeous. I'm sorry I'm late."
"You're forgiven. I missed you," Dune said. He'd never been so relieved to see Micah. He wrapped his arms around Micah's slender waist and kissed Micah's cheek. Micah grinned and winked at Dune, then snuggled himself deep into Dune's arms.
"I had the worst time getting away. Crises always happen just before quitting time." He looked at Gavin, completely relaxed and not at all self-conscious about sitting on Dune's lap. "I've seen you around the Chronicle , haven't I?"
"I work the city beat." Gavin looked taken aback at Micah's brazen affection, but he recovered enough to say, "I'm Gavin. Laird's brother. We met on Labor Day."
"Oh! That's right. I'd forgotten you." Micah's normally sweet voice had an edge of steel to it. "I work at the paper, too. I'm in IT."
Gavin said, starting to smile, "So I know who to come to when my email crashes and my printer won't print."
"Yep, I take care of all that," Micah said cheerfully. "So be nice to my Dunie or I'll put girl-on-girl porn on
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