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eyebrow, and Calvin sighed. "Tonight? You were the best part."
    Alarm bells started blaring in the back of Ben's mind. He tried to laugh the comment off. "But I'm just another guy watching you."
    Calvin shrugged. "It was better than small talk though, right?"
    "Well … yeah." Ben was growing increasingly uneasy. Calvin was in to him, and he was so up-front about it. "Look, Calvin, I know you are … interested in me." Calvin nodded. "But, I just don't think we mesh well."
    "You've hardly given me a chance," Calvin said. "So the first date kind of sucked."
    "You can say that again." Ben sighed. He hadn't meant to say that out loud.
    Calvin frowned. "Tonight? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
    "Well …"
    "How about this? It's Friday night. I'm busy tomorrow, but come back on Sunday."
    "I don't—"
    "You owe me for the drinks."
    God damn it, Ben knew he should have paid for his own damn beer. "Calvin—"
    "Just … think about it and let me know, okay?"
    Ben sighed. "Fine." It wouldn't be terrible to spend Sunday with Calvin. Ben couldn’t believe he was even thinking about coming back.
    "I'll take you home, if you want."
    "No, that's okay. I can take the 31 home." Ben checked the bus schedule on his phone. "Next one's in ten minutes. I better go."
    Calvin walked Ben to the door. Outside, the air had turned cooler with the setting of the sun.
    The bus ride home was uneventful and oddly peaceful, for a metro bus. By the time Ben walked into his apartment, he was no closer to deciding to turn Calvin down. Although, a small part of him—the one strongly influenced by his cock—wanted to say yes.
    Fuck, but Calvin was hot. Ben quickly went through the time in Calvin's room again. The images flashed in his head like stills in a moving picture, refusing the leave or be ignored.
    Forcing himself to just stop thinking, he picked up his phone and called Calvin.
    "I knew you'd call." There was a smile in Calvin's voice.
    "Tell me what happens Sunday."
    Ben could hear shuffling sounds on the other end of the line. "Hmm, haven't thought much about it. I can guarantee you'll enjoy it though."
    Ben sighed and fiddled with the little magnetic words stuck to his fridge. He moved some around without reading them or what was around them. He had the feeling that agreeing to Calvin could be one of those life moments he ended up regretting.
    "Come on, Ben. You don't have other plans, do you?"
    "No … Fine. Okay. Sunday."
    "Great! Be here by 10 a.m."
    "10 a.m!" Ben rarely got out of bed before noon on weekends.
    "Yep. Places to go, people to see."
    "Wait," Ben said. "People? What people?" Who else would be with them?
    "You'll like it Ben. Promise. Now, I have to go so you can't change your mind."
    "Bu—"
    "Night, Ben." Calvin hung up.
    Ben stared at his phone. Several possible scenarios for Sunday ran through his head. All Ben knew about Calvin was that he was a kick ass coder, liked the Mariners, and went hiking—oh, and apparently he liked being watched. What kind of Sunday would a man like that have?
    The image of Calvin's lips inches from his cock flashed through his mind again. He groaned. He needed to see Calvin again. If only for the chance see and feel those lips and hands one more time.

     

Chapter Three
     
    Ben took the bus to Calvin's on Sunday. He would have taken his car, but the bus gave him a reason to leave before midnight if he needed one. He didn’t anticipate staying so late, but just in case. He knocked on the rust-colored door and examined the sky while he waited. It would be another pristine Seattle summer day.
    The door opened and Calvin stood across the threshold with an amiable smile. He'd traded business casual for very casual. He wore an old green threadbare shirt with a rocket on it. The shirt showed off the shape of his torso tapering down to his hips and thighs, and the green brought out the hazel in his eyes. The frumpy khakis had been exchanged for a worn pair of well-fitting jeans.
    Calvin turned and walked