a rush of power surge through his veins and into his cock, and as the pirate backed him up into an open stall, Lucas let him. Excitement quickened his breath and made his nerve endings pop. A voice in his mind told him to stop, but then the man was on his knees, and Lucas’s pants were open, and oh, Jesus, it was so wet and hot and this man wanted him .
Lucas felt a strange sense of otherness behind his mask as the pirate pleasured him, sucking with practiced skill. Lucas had only been with Nate, and…oh God, Nate. What the hell was he doing? He needed to stop, but his cock throbbed in the man’s mouth as his balls tightened.
Reaching down, Lucas shoved the pirate’s head back, but he was too far gone and came in a rush, splashing the pirate’s face. Lucas stood awkwardly over the toilet, his shoulders against the grimy wall, and the earlier feeling of power and lust was replaced by shame.
The man got to his feet, licking his lips as he wiped his face. “Thanks. Hope I’ll see you around sometime.”
Lucas didn’t answer, and then the man was gone. He’d never even known his name. Lucas’s heart pounded as the reality of what he’d done set in. He quickly fixed his pants and stepped out of the stall, looking into the mirror.
Nate stared back at him.
Chapter Seven
Lucas shook as panic swirled through his mind and turned his legs to jelly. Nate stood beside the paper towel dispenser, his mask gone, his face etched with disbelief and hurt.
Whipping his own mask off, Lucas blinked, hoping his vision would clear and Nate wouldn’t be there. That he wouldn’t know what Lucas had done. Why had he done it? Why, why?
“Having a good time?” Nate’s tone was flat, anger coiling at the edges. “Sorry I was gone so long, but clearly you found ways to amuse yourself.”
“Nate, please --”
“Please what?” Nate spat. “I’m such an idiot. I trusted you!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Lucas remained frozen on the spot, his heart thumping almost painfully.
“I thought you were different. I thought you…” Nate shook his head, eyes welling with tears.
This isn’t happening. It can’t be real . Lucas forced his legs to move, taking a tentative step toward Nate. “It didn’t mean anything.” It was true. He didn’t even know the guy’s name!
Nate’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Lucas heard him over the muffled bass. “It means everything.”
Then he was gone.
Two men, attached at the tongue, entered the bathroom and stumbled into a stall. Lucas wanted to run after Nate, to make him see, to explain. Yet how could he? There was no explanation for what he’d done.
Lucas had no idea where to go. He couldn’t go home. Couldn’t face Nate yet. He wandered the streets aimlessly in his ridiculous costume, buttoning the shirt up to his neck. The rented boots pinched his toes and rubbed his heels, but he trudged on. The crisp night air had turned downright cold, but Lucas ignored it.
He considered calling Casey, but the thought of admitting what he’d done -- why, why ? -- turned his stomach. He couldn’t possibly say it out loud.
As he walked, he replayed it all in his head. Getting a drink, meeting the pirate, dancing with him, going to the bathroom… At that thought, shame flushed his face despite the cold wind. It was as if it was someone else under the mask, someone else letting the stranger open his pants. Someone else betraying the man he loved.
In the dark hours before dawn, he found himself in front of his apartment building. Nate had the keys, and Lucas didn’t know if he was even in there. Walking around to the side of the building, he peered up at their darkened window.
The latch on the front door had broken the day before; Lucas had a flash of Nate complaining about the lax security and how every bum on the street could come inside. Now Lucas pulled the door open, slipping inside and pushing the elevator call button in the still silence.
The elevator door
Lucas felt a strange sense of otherness behind his mask as the pirate pleasured him, sucking with practiced skill. Lucas had only been with Nate, and…oh God, Nate. What the hell was he doing? He needed to stop, but his cock throbbed in the man’s mouth as his balls tightened.
Reaching down, Lucas shoved the pirate’s head back, but he was too far gone and came in a rush, splashing the pirate’s face. Lucas stood awkwardly over the toilet, his shoulders against the grimy wall, and the earlier feeling of power and lust was replaced by shame.
The man got to his feet, licking his lips as he wiped his face. “Thanks. Hope I’ll see you around sometime.”
Lucas didn’t answer, and then the man was gone. He’d never even known his name. Lucas’s heart pounded as the reality of what he’d done set in. He quickly fixed his pants and stepped out of the stall, looking into the mirror.
Nate stared back at him.
Chapter Seven
Lucas shook as panic swirled through his mind and turned his legs to jelly. Nate stood beside the paper towel dispenser, his mask gone, his face etched with disbelief and hurt.
Whipping his own mask off, Lucas blinked, hoping his vision would clear and Nate wouldn’t be there. That he wouldn’t know what Lucas had done. Why had he done it? Why, why?
“Having a good time?” Nate’s tone was flat, anger coiling at the edges. “Sorry I was gone so long, but clearly you found ways to amuse yourself.”
“Nate, please --”
“Please what?” Nate spat. “I’m such an idiot. I trusted you!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Lucas remained frozen on the spot, his heart thumping almost painfully.
“I thought you were different. I thought you…” Nate shook his head, eyes welling with tears.
This isn’t happening. It can’t be real . Lucas forced his legs to move, taking a tentative step toward Nate. “It didn’t mean anything.” It was true. He didn’t even know the guy’s name!
Nate’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Lucas heard him over the muffled bass. “It means everything.”
Then he was gone.
Two men, attached at the tongue, entered the bathroom and stumbled into a stall. Lucas wanted to run after Nate, to make him see, to explain. Yet how could he? There was no explanation for what he’d done.
Lucas had no idea where to go. He couldn’t go home. Couldn’t face Nate yet. He wandered the streets aimlessly in his ridiculous costume, buttoning the shirt up to his neck. The rented boots pinched his toes and rubbed his heels, but he trudged on. The crisp night air had turned downright cold, but Lucas ignored it.
He considered calling Casey, but the thought of admitting what he’d done -- why, why ? -- turned his stomach. He couldn’t possibly say it out loud.
As he walked, he replayed it all in his head. Getting a drink, meeting the pirate, dancing with him, going to the bathroom… At that thought, shame flushed his face despite the cold wind. It was as if it was someone else under the mask, someone else letting the stranger open his pants. Someone else betraying the man he loved.
In the dark hours before dawn, he found himself in front of his apartment building. Nate had the keys, and Lucas didn’t know if he was even in there. Walking around to the side of the building, he peered up at their darkened window.
The latch on the front door had broken the day before; Lucas had a flash of Nate complaining about the lax security and how every bum on the street could come inside. Now Lucas pulled the door open, slipping inside and pushing the elevator call button in the still silence.
The elevator door
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