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honorarium.”
    Mike punched his arm. “This is so unfair!”
    James tensed at the violation of his personal space, but he did feel a creeping satisfaction at Mike’s displeasure. This time, it was James who held all the cards, and he wouldn’t hesitate to play them. “I will not tolerate you insulting me.”
    “I wasn’t. I was just…” Mike didn’t seem to know how to end his sentence so he just gestured in the air. James had no idea how people like him survived. “You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”
    “On what?” asked James, even though he knew well what Mike meant. But he would not back down from the ban on ‘Lovelace’. This nickname was a token of the past he wanted to bury under a shopping mall so huge that no one would ever dig it out.
    He’d earned it after one of the pictures from his teenage porn stash somehow ended up replacing the picture of a microscope in a presentation James delivered during class. It was of a guy deep-throating a monster cock and since then, Mike would not let it rest. Now James was starting to get the idea why that was. So, instead of protecting a fellow gay man, Mike called James with the nickname derived from Deep Throat . Not to mention the number of jokes about cocksucking James had had to bear. It had been a nightmare.
    “On having luck in life. You want me around just to feel all high and mighty. That’s fine. I can deal with that.” Mike pouted and ran his fingers through his hair.
    James frowned at the road ahead. He couldn’t deny the truth in Mike’s words, but he wouldn’t be explicit about enjoying it either. “Let’s just rehearse. Try behaving like my boyfriend.”
    “Sure. But… can you behave like my boyfriend for a minute?” Mike asked as they turned into the side road, leading to Walmart. It was on the outskirts of their hometown, and James hadn’t been here in ages, so he didn’t mind.
    “That’s the idea. We both pretend.”
    “Good.” Mike shifted in his seat as they drove into the parking lot. “See that guard? Park next to him,” he said and pulled out his wallet.
    James shrugged and drove up to the empty places close to where a middle-aged security guard was making his rounds. James knew something was up the moment the man frowned at them. He was buff, but with a slight beer belly protruding over the waistband of his pants.
    “Hi, Dad,” Mike spoke and leaned over James to look at the guard. “How’s it going? We’d be glad if you paid extra attention to our car. It won’t take long.”
    James felt a rush of heat to his face. What ? What was this? He looked between Mike and the stern face of the guard. Was this really Mike’s father? What was going on?
    “What the hell is this, Mike?” The guard spoke with a frown as deep as the Grand Canyon.
    “I just thought I’d come over and let you meet my boyfriend. We’re going to Vegas later on, so I won’t be around.” Before James knew what was happening, Mike leaned down and kissed him. Hard. Mike’s lips were slightly dry, but oh so hot and soft. He tasted of minty chewing gum and beer. James heard a ringing in his ears, and for a moment, he was somewhere else altogether, looking into a sky full of shooting stars.
    When the kiss ended, he found himself clutching Mike’s belt, and quickly pulled the hand back, gasping for air. Mike left him so lightheaded. James didn’t know whether he should drive away or stay here.
    “Get out,” Mike’s dad said in a cool voice. “You’re a disgrace.”
    “What?” Mike cocked his head to the side, chewing that minty gum loudly. “I need to park my Jag somewhere, you know,” he said and unbuckled James’s seat belt. This was madness.
    “Mike, don’t provoke him. What if he damages the car?” whispered James as he opened the door on his side. What was wrong with this guy? Why was he making enemies at every corner?
    “He won’t, there’s cameras.”
    James frowned but didn’t comment on it. “If you just wanted a