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through his mind at the same time. Had Bobby gotten some promotion to vice? Was he there undercover? Had Bobby taken up following him around to make sure he wasn’t getting into trouble? Or were the glances and pregnant pauses more real than Tommy had let himself believe? He hadn’t answered yet, but he could still feel Bobby’s chest pressed against his back in the crowd. Rather than say anything, Tommy turned around to face him.
    The expressions that chased over Bobby’s face told Tommy he hadn’t known who he was talking to. First Bobby looked confused, then embarrassed, and then slightly terrified. Words seemed lost to him as he opened his mouth and then closed it again. Tommy had never seen him so flustered. He liked it.
    Leaning in, Tommy finally asked against Bobby’s ear, “You here on official business?” If Bobby were there for a bust—which seemed unlikely at best—Tommy didn’t want to blow it for him.
    Bobby seemed to collect himself, arching a brow and looking him square in the eye. “Are you ?”
    Tommy grinned at him, teasing and predatory at the same time. “My business is already done, now I just want that drink you offered.”
    Bobby elbowed his way to the bar and squeezed in next to Tommy, signaling the bartender for two of whatever Tommy was drinking. “Do I wanna know?” Bobby asked after the drinks were in front of them.
    Tommy understood without asking for clarification. He turned to face the bar again as he answered, “You probably do, but it’s better that ya don’t.”
    Without looking at him directly, only catching his eye in the mirror behind the shelves of liquor bottles, Bobby nodded. “Fair enough.” He threw back his drink and set the glass down on the polished wood counter. “You come here often?”
    Laughing out loud, Tommy teased, “That’s your best line? I hope to hell you’re here on some undercover mission.”
    Bobby cast him a sideways glance. “I’m not. And that wasn’t a line. I was just curious since I’ve never seen you in here before.”
    Well. There you have it, folks . Tommy took a moment to process the new information, but his cock seemed to understand much faster, growing hard in his jeans and getting hopeful. “You know almost as well as I do that I don’t get out much.” He was curious now and cursing himself for it. “What about you?”
    Bobby glanced at him again, wetting his full lips before he spoke. “Couple times a month.” He said the words like he was confessing a sin, and Tommy had to check himself. There was a burst of something hot and unwanted burning in the pit of his stomach. Jealousy? Really? It was ridiculous and he knew it. Bobby helped tamp down the spreading fire by adding, “There’s this guy I’ve been hanging out with a lot lately, but I wasn’t sure if he’s gay.”
    Working his tight throat around a hard swallow, Tommy told him, “Maybe he’s been wondering the same thing about you.”
    Bobby turned to look at him then, leaning on the bar and smiling. “A guy can hope.” When Tommy didn’t respond to that, Bobby asked, “Seriously, though, what was your business in here?”
    Tommy heard a note of concern over the curiosity, and he hated himself for wanting to tell Bobby all of it. He knew Bobby wouldn’t be able to look the other way, and if he did, it would gnaw at Bobby and at their friendship before long. He hated that most of all, hated knowing how unlikely they were together, how bad of an idea it was. It pissed him off, and he let it out in his tone when he responded. “You’re not my PO, Bobby. If you trust me at all, trust that you don’t wanna know every detail about my fuckin’ life or what I have to do sometimes to get by, okay?”
    That got a contemptuous glare from Bobby, and Tommy could see him tense before he bit out an answer. “Are you shitting me?” Bobby pulled out his wallet and paid their bar tab, slapping the money down so hard his palm probably stung afterward. “You think