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snorted. “Who says I bottom?”
    “I’m pretty sure you just did,” Justin shot back, and they both laughed. “Well, I look forward to seeing more of your exciting life. If your wild parties keep me up, I’ll just steal your bed while you’re busy snorting coke off some twink’s tight little ass.”
    “Sounds like a deal,” Garrett agreed, flopping onto the sofa and feeling something hard under the cushion. “Oh hey, my keys!”
    “Better let you go, then. Hey, get some pancake mix and I’ll make you breakfast.”
    “Awesome,” he said, grinning like a dork. Pancakes!
    Garrett was so in love with this guy.
    They talked for a few more moments, arranging when and where to meet up. Garrett found his shoes, made a mental note to start cleaning up his mess as soon as he got back home, and took off into the city, grinning and unintentionally flashing dimples at everyone he passed on the way to the market.
    Justin was going to stay with him for three whole days.
    And nights. On his sofa. While Garrett was in his bedroom.
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    hands all over Garrett’s dick, in public , slept just a few feet away.
    Shit.
    Some part of Garrett’s psyche was clearly totally masochistic.

    BY THE time Justin dropped his duffel bag onto the floor beside the sofa and headed to the bathroom for a shower, Garrett was finally starting to unwind. They’d grabbed some food after he’d picked Justin up at the airport, and Justin’s relaxed teasing had put him at ease. It wasn’t that “Justin”
    wasn’t as sexy as his “Alec” persona, but that it was easier to remember how silly and dorky and normal the guy was. He was still pretty touchy-feely, but that wasn’t exactly something Garrett minded.
    Well, didn’t usually mind. He and most of his friends tended to paw at each other a lot. But Garrett almost always got so flustered and reserved around truly hot guys that he had to make more of an effort to be his normal self with Justin.
    Seriously, he thought, it would probably help a lot if he stopped watching “Alec’s” videos and jerking off to them. It was making their tentative friendship—as well as Garrett’s humongous crush on the guy—incredibly awkward.
    So, yeah. He’d just stop objectifying Justin and all would be well.
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    wrapped around his hips, and sit down next to Garrett on the sofa, skin still glistening with moisture. He smelled fantastic and Garrett wanted to lick him. Anywhere.
    Everywhere .
    Garrett closed his eyes and whimpered.
    “So, where are we going and what should I wear?”
    Justin asked, the humor in his voice letting Garrett know he was totally aware of his friend’s reaction to him but choosing to ignore it for the moment.
    “Cocteau’s. It’s just a typical club, but they’ve got a nice lounge area to hang out in as well as the dance floors, so it’s where my friends and I go most of the time. Nothing too flashy, I guess. You’re hot enough as it is,” Garrett answered.
    “I’m probably just gonna wear jeans and… a shirt.”
    Justin shook his head, sighing as he stood up. “I am choosing your clothes. You’ve got to have something better for clubbing than ‘a shirt’. Come on; show me your closet,”
    he ordered, holding out a hand to pull Garrett up from the sofa.
    After declaring that Garrett was “the most fashion-backward fag I’ve ever met,” Justin managed to sort out four possible shirts, two pairs of shoes, and a jacket that he decided were acceptable for clubbing. With a combination of flattery and wheedling, he managed to get Garrett into an extremely tight grayish silver T-shirt and somehow even convinced him to submit to some gel in his hair. When Garrett looked in the mirror, he had to admit Justin had been right—he did