Chapter 1 The bar smelled like fried wings and spilled beer, the kind of place where everybody was wearing blue and yelling at one of the TVs. I didn't bother counting the screens, but there were a lot. Most of them showed the Titans game - no surprise in Nashville. In the corner, though, a group was cheering at curling. Curling? Really. I guess there are all types. I wasn't here for the game, not really. I was here looki...

I was nervous - really nervous. This wasn't just jitters; my whole body was on edge. Everything about it felt wrong, or at least alien. I was a straight guy about to give a blowjob, and while I'd set this whole thing in motion knowing that, now that it was actually happening, the weight of it hit like a brick to the chest. Harrison was my oldest friend - probably my best friend. He didn't really understand why I wanted to...

Chapter 1 Joel sat two seats from the end of the bar, nursing a whiskey he didn't even like. Third time here in as many weeks. Same stool, same drink. Same quiet hope something might feel different tonight. The first two nights, he'd said nothing to anyone but the bartender, paid in cash, and walked home to an apartment that didn't echo unless he wanted it to. Three months divorced. Not that anyone was counting. He hadn't...