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did hate when people used words like faggot. “Well…,” he said, then paused again. “Oh, all right.” With that he pulled Todd close and kissed him. Really kissed him. Hard. Todd started to struggle but then must have realized how that would look. Todd submitted, even allowing Gabe to ease a bit of tongue into his mouth. And damn! Gabe hadn’t realized how much he must have missed kissing. Heart beginning to race, it was all he could do to stop. He could feel his cock shifting under the towel. Would Todd be able to miss it?
    “All right, all right! Break it up. Break it up,” said Mr. Martinez. “Son of a bitch, you’re gonna be fuckin’ in the hall in a minute. Get inside.” The large man laughed and started down the hall. “Lover’s spats! Chrrrrrrist. ”
    When the building manager was gone, Gabe let Todd go. The young man fell back, breathless. “Jeez, man! You sure know how to take advantage of a guy, don’t you?”
    Gabe blushed. It had been a shitty thing to do. “Sorry.” Then, to his surprise, he noticed his cock wasn’t the only one to respond. The front of Todd’s jeans was telling a very different story from the one Todd had told Gabe. Well, well, well. Interesting . “Sorry,” he said again. “I shouldn’t have done that. But you were an ass.”
    He opened the door wider, and when Todd didn’t move: “Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there?” Gabe asked quietly.
Todd gulped visibly, looked up and down the hall, and finally nodded. Gabe stood aside and the youth passed him, then let out a quiet gasp. “Wow,” he said. “Nice place.”
    “Thank you,” said Gabe. “Why don’t you sit down and stay awhile? I’ll go put something on. You caught me in the shower.” Without waiting to see what Todd would do, he padded out of the room and down the hall to get dressed. He could feel the kid’s eyes on him, which was doing nothing to make his erection go down. Does Todd even know he’s watching me?
    Gabe dried quickly, pulled on some sweats and his 2CUTE2BSTR8 shirt and, not bothering with socks, returned to the living room. Todd was still standing there, looking around the room as if he had never seen anything like it.
    Maybe he hadn’t? Gabe hadn’t bought any cheap shit. He shopped for top-of-the-line furniture, modern without being wild. Pieces that would look good for years and not tacky because they’d gone out of style. Three walls were painted a light blue-gray and the fourth a much darker shade, providing a dramatic backdrop for the furnishings: A black leather couch and two deep and comfortable chairs in a color that matched the darker wall. Coffee table and end tables of black lacquer, like the small table by the door, and a matching buffet against one wall. A large industrial piece of art, metal gears and cogs with a clock, dominated one wall. The lamps were metallic and industrial looking as well. A fireplace in the original white and black marble was the centerpiece of another wall, above it a painting done in an impressionist style. He’d liked it the minute he saw it. It reminded him of Claude Monet’s “Boulevard des Capucines,” a painting he’d fallen in love with when he wasn’t much more than a kid. He couldn’t resist the piece, especially when he discovered it was done by a local gay artist. What could be better than that?
    Then there was his sixty-three-inch flat screen TV. Why go small? If he was going to watch television, why not make it as enjoyable as possible? The area rug, drapes, blinds, and lampshades offered a splash of red and cream, keeping the room from being too cold. It was a man’s apartment, no doubt about that. He had even had the hardwood floors redone, though they weren’t his and he had no intention of living his whole life in the apartment.
    “Sit down,” he said, and Todd jumped, spun around. Lord, the kid was jittery. “You okay?” Gabe asked him.
Todd stared, not saying anything, then finally shook his