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up in a blanket or fuck him into security. Maybe both.
    Denver noticed Adam rubbing his neck again, except this time it wasn’t just a nervous gesture. He seemed focused on his shoulder.
    “You hurt yourself or something?” Denver asked him, motioning to where Adam kept rubbing.
    “Oh—no, not really.” Adam pulled his hand away as if he’d been caught cheating. “Just had a lot of data entry today. Makes me sore.”
    “Here,” Denver said, motioning to the stool, “have a seat.”
    He liked the way Adam did what he was told, not arguing, not asking why. He just sat down on the stool and looked expectantly at Denver. If Denver had thought he could get away with it, he’d have tacked on a good boy , but he wasn’t sure yet how that would play. So he didn’t say anything, just moved behind Adam and put his big hands on those beautiful, slender shoulders. Then he kneaded once, experimentally.
    With a whimper, Adam went boneless and sagged back into Denver’s hands.
    Denver smiled to himself and fell into the massage, keeping one eye on the floor and one on the door while he worked his entomology student over. He loved the way Adam felt in his hands, so slight and frail he could break him in two, but at the same time strong, his muscles resisting and fighting before ultimately relenting to Denver’s touch.
    He missed the glasses, though.
    He loved everything about Adam, to be honest. On so many levels, Adam was the same as every other twiggy youth Denver picked up at Lights Out, but in plenty of other ways he wasn’t, and they seemed to be important points of departure. To start, Adam wasn’t the usual barely legal Denver took home. Even when his tricks weren’t still wet behind the ears, they tended to be on the simple side. El liked to make jokes about how a month’s worth of Denver’s tricks could probably combine their brainpower enough to run a can opener. Not Adam.
    It was weird how even now as Adam melted into Denver’s kneading hands, he still seemed . . . well, there in a way most tricks weren’t. The man’s brain never seemed to turn off, always analyzing, assessing, weighing. When Denver had to stop his massage to check an ID, Adam popped right back into awareness, moving aside to make room for Denver to pass. But what Denver really liked was the kind of neediness he felt in Adam. It was wrapped up in that intelligence somehow, because needy twinks weren’t exactly thin on the vine. He’d learned to ignore the texts and messages of more than one whiny bottom. The thing was, they were needy but greedy. They wanted Denver to top the shit out of them, but on their terms, their time, their way. Or they wanted a Daddy in a way that made Denver want to hand out cards for a therapist.
    Adam . . . well, Denver wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted. He kept trying to assure everyone he was fine when it was very clear he was one coal away from full-on hot mess, but half a nudge from Denver and he all but got on his knees. It made Denver want to put him on a string and see what he could make him do.
    Though mostly it made him want to put Adam on his knees.
    For the moment he had to settle for openly mauling the man, sliding his hands under the body-hugging sparkly white tank from behind, toying with Adam’s nipples, pressing his erection into the small of Adam’s back. He began to plot out the evening, wishing like hell he could get out of work before three, but knowing damn well he wouldn’t. Jase had already gone home, probably to fuck his happy little acupuncturist before bed, the lucky son of a bitch, which meant he was counting on Denver to lock up and make sure the new guy running the bar didn’t serve his friends a few rounds after closing like the last kid had done.
    Denver nibbled on Adam’s ear. “You got early classes or anything tomorrow?”
    He loved the way Adam didn’t seem to think about tipping his head to the side to give Denver better access. He just did it. “Not until the