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"What did you come here for?" Cory asked, moving a little closer to him as he began to drink his beer.
His back was leaning against the bar, his legs comfortably apart. Gian put down the beer. "Want to find out?"
Cory blinked. "Ah ... wait ... I mean..."
Gian moved up to him and placed an arm around his back. He pulled him roughly against him. He lowered his mouth to his ear. "I want to go somewhere where I can rip those shorts off you because what's in them is driving me crazy right now."
Cory felt his hand on one of his buttocks. His erection was pressing against his thigh. He felt himself breathing harder. He laid his cheek against his chest.
Gian released him. "Unless you're not interested."
"Me ... not interested?" He started laughing.
Gian tilted his head. "Something funny?"
"This is a joke, right? You're screwing with my head."
"How much?" He asked softly. "How much for the night and I get to do everything ... everything I want." He met his eyes boldly.
Cory cleared his throat. He could hardly speak. "What does everything mean?" He leaned against him. "Say it," he whispered. "Tell me what you want to do?" His knees were weak.
"I'd much rather show you than tell you, but I'll do both at the same time if that turns you on," he told him, again taking a step back.
"You're teasing me now," Cory smiled at him.
"Maybe, but if you want this," he said running his hand seductively over his chest down to his groin, "then you'll have to leave here with me now."
Gian was behind him as they left the bar. "I've been drinking," he told him outside, "so let's rent a room?"
Cory turned around. "I haveone."
"You still didn't tell me how much," Gian said, following him.
"You didn't tell me what you want to do," Cory replied, swallowing.
"Yes I did. I said everything."