#1 in HOMOEROTIC, BOYxBOY, MANxMAN, and a dozen other related tags | Sexy one-shots and romantic short stories. From love at first sight to love through the years, these tales cover hunky dudes in love, lust, and passion in every aspect. From Ernie...
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PHOTO above - New York Nick **
Nick is pissed off and getting drunk, knowing he should stop. But when he sees the hot blond superstud come walking in the bar, it gives him every reason to drink all the fucking more.
New York City
Nick was sitting at the bar at Jilly's on Fifth Avenue nursing his fifth scotch and soda and trying not to slug it down like he had the others. He was pissed, really fucking pissed off. He usually didn't drink much, but tonight he suspected he was really going to tie one on. Totally.
The classy dining club was crowded. One of the Upper East Side's trendiest destinations, it was packed with late diners and drinkers, handsome well-dressed men and beautifully-clad gorgeous women all out on the town this Friday night in late August.
Nick, casually dressed as he was in black jeans and a black pullover knit shirt, was nevertheless better looking than just about anyone else in the place. With his dark short-cropped hair, blue eyes and olive-toned skin, his classically handsome face just about jumped out at you, letting everyone know immediately he was no ordinary guy. When they got a look at his muscular physique and their eyes lingered on the fit and toned body in the form-fitting clothes, that sealed it. Dude was hot!
Hot and, tonight, angry. He grimaced and slugged down the rest of the drink, then called the bartender over for another. Screw it all to hell, he was thinking, knowing that the only thing that could improve his mood was to get drunk. Real fucking drunk.
"What's up with you tonight, Nick?" the bartender asked as he handed Nick the drink. "You don't look your normal self. I mean, you look hot as fuck, as usual. But sort of like a fire-breathing dragon too."
Nick snorted a laugh. "Yah, Chuck, you'd better get the fire-extinguisher ready. I'm so pissed I'm about to blow out some serious flame. I really feel awful, man. Nothing could make me feel better, not even a weekend three-way with Channing Tatum and Theo James."
"Whoa dude!" Chuck leaned in a little closer. "You must really be messed up. That's a sexcapade nobody would refuse. What's the matter, buddy?"
"Fuck." Nick took a swig of the drink. He really didn't want to talk about it, especially to Chuck. He knew that guys like Chuck figured he was a man who had everything. And he hated to complain because he did have everything - almost. And it was that 'almost' that sometimes drove him absolutely crazy.
"Oh hell," Nick went on anyway. "I got cut from that runway show I auditioned for, Amedeo's new fall and winter line at the Guggenheim tomorrow. He's the hot new designer from Milan. His family used to be Italy's royal family and he'd be a fucking prince now if they hadn't kicked the monarchy out sometime back in the last century.
"And I've got just the look he needs. I'm more Italian-looking than his dudes back in Italy. It's really got me bummed. I was accepted and then got cut. Hell, I gotta start getting into the really good shows with the top designers, you know. Get my name up there. Get some fame. Make the really big money."
