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hell he wanted, for as long as he wanted.
    He wet Zach’s fingers while Zach unbuttoned their pants, and when Galen finally felt Zach’s cock fall against his, rigid softness of skin to skin, he took his first real breath in years, inhaling the crisp wildness of Zach, and let go.
    Their pairing was fast and dirty. So rough as Zach fucked against Galen’s body, the cheap pressboard of that hotel desk slamming into the wall backward with the force. Their breaths were rushed, harsh, panted against skin that was overly sensitive. So alive because he hadn’t been touched this right in too long.
    When Galen came, it was because Zach was already there, his head thrown back, the cords of his neck taut. Galen licked up those lines and thrust into Zach’s hand, into the slick wetness of Zach’s cum, adding exponentially to the mess and not giving one flying fuck.
    He dropped his forehead against Zach’s shoulder and smiled. He kissed that concave spot at the bottom of Zach’s throat and hummed contentedly.
    “That—” He sucked in a breath. “—was unexpected.”
    Zach laughed then, a bright, rich sound of true joy that surrounded Galen. Filled him and made him wonder if there was any way his luck would hold out for longer than one night.
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Zach’s driver door was barely open before he was yanked out of his car by Linc, who tossed the keys to the valet and propelled them toward the restaurant’s patio.
    “I know you’re not happy with me, Linc,” Zach began, hoping to undo some of the damage of avoiding his friend’s calls for the last five days and only texting him the minimum amount of information Zach was willing to give out.
    “Whatever do you mean?” his best friend said with a serene, sweet smile, even as he manhandled Zach.
    Zach glanced at Linc, then did a double take and burst out laughing. “Are you wearing a fedora?”
    Linc sniffed. “I’m trying a thing.”
    “Untry it. So not your thing. Friends don’t let friends fedora.”
    Linc pushed him into a wire chair and obliged, taking the fedora off and setting it on the table. When the waiter approached, he held up two fingers. “Two Long Island ice teas. And throw this away,” he said as he handed the hat over.
    “I’m not drinking,” Zach interrupted.
    “They’re both for me. Now tell me what happened!”
    Zach sat back in his chair and sighed. “He’s got this young Paul Newman thing going on—”
    “With those piercing blue eyes?”
    “No, puppy dog brown eyes. Makes it all worse than that Newman blue, though. Galen should be ordinary, but he’s just not . There was this clarity in the way he looked at me, like he saw everything. And this humor and playfulness… He was innocence with charisma and mischievousness backed by keen observation. It’s a dangerous combination.”
    Linc laughed and downed the drink the waiter set in front of him. “Says the man who works with rocket fuel.”
    Zach ran his fingers through his hair. “I have the worst luck with men. This is going to turn out awful. We haven’t talked or texted since that night and I just don’t know… Why am I so confident at work and so fucking awful at this?”
    Linc burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you remember the squirrel guy?”
    “It was chipmunks, not squirrels, and are you serious? How could I possibly forget a grown man chasing chipmunks in a city park on a first date?”
    “Oh shit! Or what about the guy with the puppets?”
    “I never should have told you about that one.”
    “To be fair, you really shouldn’t tell me about any of them if you want to keep your pride.”
    Zach cocked an eyebrow. “Hence why I didn’t call you back this week.”
    Linc set aside empty glass number one and started on drink number two. “Does he know how smart you are?”
    “Why does that matter?”
    Linc stared over the top of his glass at Zach. “Because it’s been an issue.”
    “That’s not fair. Saved by the Bell shouldn’t be