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He chuckled at the obvious question, adjusting his cute pink cowboy hat. God he was angelic, but there wasn’t much brain wise, was there.
“There’s probably something more… your speed in the back,” he promised, motioning with his head.
“Oh?” He smiles a little, “Lead the way then.” Truthfully, he wasn’t expecting much out the back, maybe a club of some sort but there was no harm in checking anyway.
Dylan had lied, of course. There was nothing in back, just a few sets to show people how to correctly and safely tie up their partner, and a stage with a pole for private parties. He ushered him into the backroom, where the lights were still off. As the door closed, Dylan didn't hesitate to close the space between them, pushing Nick against the wall, stealing a kiss. It felt just as he imagined, even tasted as he imagined. Even if it was just for a moment, it felt blissful...













