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there since it was a
Wednesday night. They liked it that way, though. Shea came right from work and
looked like it. His clothes were dusty and stained, but at least he washed his
hands and face in the bathroom. Christian wanted so badly to shove his nose
against his neck and take a big whiff. He loved how Shea smelled after a day of
hard work.
     
    They were talking quietly about their day when someone
bumped into Christian’s side. He glanced over to see who it was, and man sat
down on his other side. The man was cute and obviously gay. Christian could
tell right away just by the way the guy sat and carried himself. He would be
what some people would call flamboyant. The guy smiled seductively at
Christian.
     
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you, handsome,”
the guy said with an effeminate lisp.
     
    Christian smirked and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay.”
     
    “I’m Blake,” the guy said and held out his hand.
     
    “Christian,” he replied and shook Blake’s hand.
     
    “Can I buy you a drink, Christian?” Blake asked, his eyelids
lowering as his voice dropped to a sultry purr.
     
    Blake made no attempt to hide his reasons for why he came
over. Christian looked him over. Blake was attractive with reddish-brown hair
and hazel eyes. He had a very slight build and was somewhat short. He was
definitely not the kind of guy Christian went after. He wanted a guy who could
actually manhandle him a bit, and that guy was not Blake. That guy is Shea.
     
    “No thanks,” Christian murmured, giving Blake an apologetic
look.
     
    Blake pouted. “Are you sure?”
     
    He nodded. “Yes.”
     
    Blake sighed. “Alright. I’ll be hanging around for a little
while in case you change your mind.”
     
    He nodded and Blake got up and walked away.
     
    “Did you just get hit on?” Shea snorted in disbelief.
     
    Christian turned to find him smirking with an amused twinkle
in his eye.
     
    “Yes,” Christian muttered.
     
    “Well, what the hell man, why don’t you hit that? He was
kinda okay-looking,” Shea said, giving Christian a nudge with his elbow.
     
    Christian shook his head. “No, he’s not my type.” Which was
true, but he also had other reasons. Reasons like the fact that he was in love
with Shea. He just couldn’t bring himself to sleep with anyone else yet. He knew
that he was going to have to get over that if he ever wanted to have sex again,
but at the moment, he couldn’t do it.
     
    “You have a type?” Shea asked, dumbfounded.
     
    Christian sent him an incredulous look. “What the fuck is
that supposed to mean?” he snapped. That comment really rubbed him the wrong
way. Shea had no filter sometimes.
     
    Shea opened and closed his mouth a few times before he
answered. “Sorry, that came out wrong. I’ve just never seen you with a dude, so
I don’t know what kind of guys you like.”
     
    It was true; Christian never introduced Shea to any of his
previous boyfriends. Not that he really ever had all that many but he still
kept his love life hidden from Shea. He really didn’t know why he did it. Maybe
he didn’t want Shea to get weirded-out or something. He shook his head to
himself. It was just one more pound to add to the weight already on his
shoulders.
     
    Shea was silent for a moment, and then turned on his stool
to face Christian. “So what kind of guys do you like?” he asked curiously.
     
    Christian narrowed his eyes at him. “You seriously want to
know?” he asked dubiously.
     
    Shea grinned. “Yeah, I want to know.”
     
    “I like the tall, dark and handsome type, nice body, about
my height, sexy smile, and funny.” Christian shrugged.
     
    Shea’s dark eyes shimmered with humor. “You know you just
described me, right?”
     
    Christian flushed and dropped his eyes to his beer bottle.
Shea chuckled and put his hand on Christian’s shoulder.
     
    “I’m just fuckin’ with ya, Chris. Don’t get all bent out of
shape.” Shea laughed, giving