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you had at least told me I would not have been surprised by that display."
"I won't take your money, man. I can't. Hell, I didn't think you'd give a shit. It ain't sex. It's just
work."
"He was touching you." It came out as a growl, almost too guttural to be English, but he thought
Dale understood.
"We were working! How many fucking assholes do you think touch me a week? How many men
want to feel up the redneck? I'm a goddamned pole dancer, Gen. You came in here to gawk the
first time, just like everybody else."
"I..." Gen cursed, and viciously. That was true enough, but somehow another dancer was
different. More of a threat. "It is not the same," he said, sticking his chin out.
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"Bullshit." Dale stared him down, just vibrating where he stood. "I ain't the kind to fuck around.
You oughta know that."
"I know very little. You had to leave just when we really started to get past the, how do you say?
The darlin moon." He knew he was being a bastard, but so be it.
"Yeah, I guess." Dale's lips twisted, fingers balled up into fists. "I'm gonna get changed."
"I will wait. We have more to discuss." Somewhere else. Surely he could calm himself once
away from the bar.
"'kay." Dale grabbed his hat, moving carefully so that they didn't touch. "I gotta tip out and stuff.
I'll be fifteen or so."
"Very well." Gen watched Dale go, all of the pleasure lost for both of them, and he sighed. Was
it so wrong to want Dale for himself?
It took twenty-three minutes for Dale to appear, dressed in jeans and a simple black t-shirt, hat
pulled low over Dale's face, shadowing those eyes. Gen thought Dale was leaner, perhaps -- not
thin at all, but more spare, muscles more defined.
Jealousy surged in him at the thought of Dale working out to look better for someone not him,
but Gen pushed it down, trying for an even tone when he asked, "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah. My truck's in the lot."
"Will you follow me to the hotel, then? Or I could give you a ride." The long silences hit him
hard, completely unused to them as he was.
"Are you gonna let me... want me to stay?"
"Of course I want you to stay." He wanted to push Dale against the car and kiss him now. The
urge was a violent, immediate one, and he was actually moving forward with his hands out
before he thought to stop.
"Oh." The tension in Dale's body seemed to change, Dale taking a step toward him. "I'll ride you.
With you. Shit. With you." That quick grin flashed at him, then disappeared under the shadow of
that hat.
Gen chuckled, that little slip of the tongue doing wonders for him. "Come on then, caro. I want
to be somewhere I can touch you."
"Yeah." Dale's fingers just brushed his wrist. "Missed you fierce, darlin ."
"And I you, caro. That was why I..." Gen sighed again. "I was. Well, many of my friends say you
are too young for me. That you need someone your own age."
"I'm not a kid. I know what I need."
"I should trust that, hmm?" They finally got in the car and Gen turned, pulling Dale to him to
take a short, harsh kiss. "I need you."
"Yeah. Yeah, like breathing." Dale nodded, fingers twined with his and squeezing tight.
"Good." Gen held on a moment before starting the car and heading off, needing to get to the
hotel. Now.
They didn't say a word on the way to the hotel. He drove; Dale watched him. The drive was
interminable.
When they got to the hotel he turned off the car and sat a moment, trying to compose himself. He
smiled when Dale gave him a look, feeling rueful. "Sorry, caro. I've just been swinging wildly
from thought to thought.
"You want to go inside? Have a beer?"
"I do. Among other things." Patting Dale's knee, he got out of the car and lead the way, moving
fast enough that he had to stop to hold the door open for Dale. Dale nodded to him in thanks,
tipping his hat at the security guard in the lobby.
Once they got inside his room he gave into the urge to grab Dale and pull him close for a kiss,
one that bruised them both. Dale wrapped one hand around the back of his neck, rubbing him
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