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I had woken up in the alley with no trace of him or the sex - no come, no bruised skin, no sore ass. It was just me, on the ground, staring at a bruised tomato. I had picked myself up, gathered my scattered groceries, and went home to have my own personal breakdown. It wasn't the first time it had happened and it probably wouldn't be the last. The worst of it was that a part of me enjoyed it.

"Shit," I said and thumped my head on the bar counter.

Someone tapped me on my arm and I grimaced. It was probably the bartender. I still hadn't ordered anything and I was taking up space. I sighed and straightened up with every intention of pointing at a bottle and hoping it didn't taste too bad, but the bartender simply put a drink in front of me and nodded to the side.

I frowned at the shot glass, which was usually the prelude to a pick up. I mean, this was still a gay bar, even if it was the tamer ones. Maybe someone was interested in strange, auburn haired guys who had "baggage" practically stenciled across their backs. Or maybe he thought I was drunk and an easy lay. At this point, I didn't really give a fuck. Maybe a good lay was wanted I needed. All these hallucinations were probably just my brain's way of telling me that. Yeah...maybe if I got drunk enough I'd actually believe it.

I looked in the direction that the bartender had pointed to and immediately straightened up. Aaron. What the hell was he doing here? Aaron strode towards me - a tall blonde with laughing blue eyes and a body covered with hard muscles. He wore worn jeans and a t-shirt. He was one of those 'boy-next-door' types that made you think of apple pies and big dicks. I'd salivated over him in many a fantasy. Problem was he was straight as they came. So what was he doing in my gay bar?

"Hey, I've been looking for you," he said, pulling out a stool and straddling it.

"Well, you found me." I turned away and picked up my drink, mostly so I wouldn't stare at his crotch. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He put his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "What's been going on with you lately, Wes? You've been avoiding everyone, been avoiding me. I even went to your job and they said you've been out sick all week. Now I find you in a bar."

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