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Seth gasped in reliefand leaned against the dirty wall. “Yes! Do that!” He couldn’t believe hisluck. “You can stay the night there for all I care.”

Domenico got up from thebed before slowly making his way toward Seth. The beast might have been smallerand less bulky, but he intimidated Seth so much that he wanted to crawl intothe wall.

“Someone needs to cleartheir ears.” Domenico flashed him a movie star-smile. “You can’t possibly wantto miss the Pergamon Altar.”

Seth blanked for amoment. Some altar? That’s what Domenico wanted to see? “The alternative beingstaying here for another night?” he asked with resignation. The last thing hewanted was to be stuck here again.

Domenico smiled at himas if he didn’t hear the sarcasm and put his warm palm on the back of Seth’sneck. It was just as arousing as it was a gesture of dominance. “We might eatout after that. I know a good Italian place...”

“It better be a goodone. I’mnotcheap.”

“Benito’s it is then.”Domenico smiled, gently tracing Seth’s cheekbone with his thumb. “Their chef’sfrom Naples.”

“Um... okay. I’m sureit’s nice.” Seth’s heart was already pounding. It was like being in a room witha cobra.

Domenico bit his bottomlip. “Men from Naples... just as delicious as Sicilians.”

Seth swallowed. “Iwouldn’t know. And... Sicilians don’t seem all that good. Pushy.”

Dom laughed, pressingcloser to nip Seth’s lip. “We’re real men. It’s not my fault you only fuckedpussies so far.”

Seth pushed on his arms,just enough to create a few inches of space. “Back off. I met loads of cool menin the US.”

Domenico looked at himas if he was waiting for the punchline of a joke.

“Like this Hungarian...”Seth started, looking for a reaction.

Domenico blinked. “Ihaven’t fucked any... I think.”

“He had long, dark,curly hair and I fucked himgood.” Seth leaned forward, feeling thattingle of power spread through his veins.

“Oh did you?” Domenico’shoney-colored eyes twinkled, and before Seth could see it coming, he was spunaround and pressed against the wall. “I want to know more.”

“W-why inthisposition?” All the hairs on Seth’s nape bristled, and he reflexively clenchedhis buttocks.

“Was it this position?”rasped Domenico, brushing his lips against Seth’s sensitive neck.

“Um... yeah. In a club.I smelled his hair as we went along...” he whispered.

“You like long hair?”

“I…”Caught redhanded.

“You smell mine when Isleep?” Domenico brushed his hand down Seth’s torso, stopping at his belly andpressing gently. Being so close to him made Seth’s senses go wild, even thoughhe didn’tlikehim. But then again, you didn’t have to like someone tothink they’re hot.

“I... No!” He tried towake up from the burst of infatuation, but he knew it was half-assed.

Domenico nuzzled hisnape, making his knees soft, but eventually withdrew. “Get ready, we’re goingon a date.”

“Yeah, right. You, me,and ‘date’ don’t go together.” Seth tried for it to sound tough, but was toofocused on concealing any signs of arousal.

Domenico snorted. “We’regoing out to the museum and a restaurant. And we fuck. Of course it is a date.”

“No it’s not. Just twoguys... hanging out.” Seth rolled his eyes and went over to his bag. He didn’twant to look like a hobo, wearing the same clothes he’d been wearing for threedays now. The idea of Domenico even wanting to date confused the hell out ofhim.

“So we’re queerfuckbuddies.”

“We’re not ‘buddies’!”Seth growled back at him, taking off his shirt. “It’s cold outside, isn’t it?”