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more from the man. That was why he was surprised by what the man suggested next.
    “Maybe we should continue this at your place.”
    TPACUFFS dug keys out of his pocket and uncuffed Brett’s wrist before doing the same where the other cuffed was attached to the handicap bar. Brett watched the guy put the handcuffs behind his back while Brett tucked his hard on back into his briefs and zipped up his jeans.
    “I’m Brett,” Brett introduced himself, but didn’t bother holding out a hand. After having the guys cock buried balls deep down his throat, there really was no reason to shake. Just the thought of it was ridiculous.
    “T,” TPACUFFS replied. “Your place?”
    It wasn’t often that Brett picked up a trick and took them home. Most of the time it was blow jobs, giving or receiving, fast and hard in the bathroom stall.
    “I’m not a bottom,” Brett said because he wanted to make it very clear that if they went back to his place, it wasn’t because he wanted to be fucked.
    “Me either,” T replied and grinned.
    Brett didn’t have a problem with that. There were plenty of things they could do to enjoy each other’s company and get off several more times before the sun came up. Brett nodded and stepped toward the stall door. He unlocked it and left the bathroom. T was right behind him, so close that at one point Brett had felt the man’s hand on the small of his back while they pushed through the Friday night crowd. Once they were outside standing in front of Bradley’s, Brett gave T his address.
    “See you there.” T smirked and walked down 7 th Ave.
    Brett only took a moment to appreciate the man’s broad shoulders, tapered waist, and the firm ass that flexed under the dark dress slacks before he started toward the car garage on 15 th Street.
     

     
    As Brett lay in bed, he pushed the rest of the memory of his hook up with Flame’s boyfriend out of his mind. Over the last year since he had hooked up with the guy, he had only seen him in Bradley’s a handful of times. The night they spent together was treated like an extended bathroom hook-up encounter.
    When Brett woke up the next morning, T was gone and Brett was relieved. Fucking around with the guy was fun and the orgasms were great. However, a relationship wasn’t what their night together had been about and they were both on the same page when morning dawned.
    “Shit.” Brett scrubbed his hands over his face.
    His cock was hard from thinking about the memory of all the orgasms he had enjoyed that night. Brett didn’t want Flame’s boyfriend again, but he had no control over his body. The moment the thought that T, Tig , might tell Flame about the night they fucked around, which would effectively blow his closet door at work clear off the fucking hinges, made his cock wilt. Brett couldn’t even be relieved that his arousal had disappeared, because now anxiety had taken its place.

 
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
     
    Eva n spent his two days off doing a whole lot of nothing. He found a gym within running distance of his rented house which meant if he jogged to and from, he could remove the treadmill from his workout routine. He also went out to Bubbalouie’s to shoot some pool and socialize with some of the regulars he had gotten to know over the last couple of weeks.
    Since he was from Gainesville and only moved to Tampa after getting hired at TFD once he finished the Fire Academy, he didn’t really have many friends. Between moving and getting settled, he just hadn’t had time to make new friends. Especially, since he was still trying to learn his way around Tampa and figure out the ‘hot spots’ to hang out.
    He had heard that Ybor was the place to go if he wanted to party and he did love, absolutely love, to dance, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to hit the party district on his own yet. It wasn’t that he had a problem flying solo to clubs. No, it had more to do with the fact that he was just settling in.
    Evan had only been in