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raised his bottle to his lips and tipped it back to drain it, then slid it across the bar and held out his hand. “Shall we dance or go to my car?”
    The unspoken message: Why even bother pretending?
    No need to feign interest when they could cut to the chase.
    Chase answered, “You parked nearby?” He gulped the last few sips of his drink and pushed the bottle back, too, then stood up.
    “In the library parking lot.”
    “That's pretty close.”
    Antonio's hand rested on his back to steer him out of the club. Chase avoided eye contact with the bouncer on the way by. Not that he felt guilty. He was fucking lucky, getting taken home by the hot new foreign exchange student without a fuss.
    Chase's nerves tingled at the firm pressure on his back. As they waited for a taxi to pass before jaywalking, Antonio's hand slowly rubbed up his spine. He rubbed all the way up to his shoulder and back down. The slow circles of palm against his skin kept him on edge. Finally, Chase couldn't distract himself any longer: his cock started to stiffen.
    “Do you like Fredericton?” Antonio chatted, in the tone of a man who was making more or less polite conversation. This was what Chase relished: being touched and desired, sharing bits of their lives without having to commit later. Without risking anything.
    “It's not bad. You? So far?”
    “I would say the same.” Antonio snorted. “I had to buy a car in my first week, though. The buses here are... lame.”
    Chase laughed. Some slang was easy to pick up.
    The walk to Antonio's car was short. That was lucky, since they kept bumping into each other's side deliberately. They touched each other's arm or back, and sometimes outer thighs. Once, Antonio reached in front of Chase to press a crosswalk button even though the street was empty. While pulling his hand back to himself, Antonio groped him.
    Chase was aching for him. He strode across the street to wait while Antonio unlocked the car.
    “You live nearby?”
    “Uptown.”
    Chase grimaced. That was a long walk home for him.
    “There's nobody else around,” Antonio observed mildly, watching him with those dark, lustful eyes.
    Easy decision. Chase opened the back door and climbed in. It wasn't the first time he'd fucked in a stranger's backseat, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.
    Antonio tumbled on top of him, just barely pulling the door closed behind him. His body already blanketed Chase's. He pushed his knee into the backseat and straddled Chase. As he ground against him, Antonio yanked him up by the shirt to kiss him hard.
    Chase moaned into Antonio's mouth. His hard cock appreciated the pressure of a hip – and then another cock pressing forward through layers of fabric.
    “You have anything?”
    “Huh?” Chase pressed a few more kisses to Antonio's lips.
    Antonio gently sucked his lower lip, then whispered, “Tested?”
    “Ah. Yeah. Nothing. You?”
    “I'm good. And you are very handsome,” Antonio whispered. His breath was hot on Chase's lips as they pulled apart. Chase's heart pounded and body burned from the contact. “I spotted you instantly.”
    Chase's ego soared. He couldn't help a grin. “Yeah? You're pretty hard to miss, too.” He reached up to comb a hand back through that thick, curly hair. Soft hair, too, Jesus.
    That reminded him that he'd meant to check something. Chase reached down to run his hands across Antonio's ass, squeezing. His trousers did feel good. Probably some fancy Italian brand.
    Antonio moaned, and Chase squeezed again, pulling him in tightly between his legs. He reached between them to fumble and get his jeans down.
    When Chase's cock met open air, it throbbed with pleasure. He spread his legs, one knee bumping the back of the driver's seat while the other pressed up against the seat. He licked his own fingers and slid them inside, not wanting to allow Antonio this intimacy.
    Antonio seemed fine with it – he was busy getting a condom on anyway. Chase couldn't see a lot of his