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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…
Nick should’ve seen it coming, really, but he was naive and oblivious to everything around him-- always had been. The lead up to the dark room should’ve been a warning, yet he still followed as if expecting something more that he might actually like. “You got a light here bu--” He’s cut short when he felt lips pressed against his. On instinct, he pushes the other- a little too roughly- and feels for the door knob. Opening it, he looks back in the room, “Look, I’m sorry. This was a mistake. I knew I shouldn’t have come. I’m--” Nick shakes his head and briskly walked back to the car. He is never going back there again.
