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CHAPTER ONE

Shane

I fuckinghate Valentine’s Day.

It’s a stupid holiday some sap in love made up to make the rest of us peasants feel like shit about ourselves. Cupid? Please, that asshole has never struck me with an arrow, never thawed my frozen heart into a beating organ of undying love.

No, this holiday is complete and utter bullshit. And why is there so much pink? Pink hearts, pink glitter, pink roses, pink, pink and more pink. Gag me. I don’t need any of it anyway. I just need a new fleshlight, some sexy lingerie, and an endless buffet of snacks to refuel my solo sex marathon.

Maybe it’s just me though. I’m still salty aboutthatValentine’s Day. The day my life changed forever, the day everything came to a screeching halt and I was left to fend for myself in a heaping pile of horse shit.

Yeah, I’m bitter, sue me. My ex-boyfriend, ex-best friend, ex-everything, Jace, up and left me... on Valentine’s Day. Who the fuck does that? After years of friendship, first times, vacations, and planning our lives together, he left me. And for what? A woman? Fuck him. I hope they both get what’s coming to them.

I sure as shit wasn’t expecting it. I was living my best oblivious life. Leaving college, rising as the best queer DJ in thecity, and partying every weekend. I had been growing into my true self and not apologizing for it.

Well, in hindsight, maybe it was a little bit my fault. Maybe I left Jace to his own devices too often and just wasn’t enough for him. Maybe dressing in sexy lingerie made him realize he wanted tits, the real ones, and that too was my fault. Fuck me, I guess I got what was coming to me too.

I chose not to accept any bookings tonight. I didn’t have it in me to watch the happy couples grinding on the dance floor. I didn’t have it in me to watch them kiss and grope each other. I didn’t have it in me to admit to myself that I wanted that tonight too.

Whatever. Too little. Too late. It’s long been past time to move on but today, Valentine’s Day, isn’t the day to worry about it. I have big plans tonight, plans that involve me getting my lazy ass out of bed and going to the sex shop.

Sexy time awaits and the sooner I can get off, the better.

CHAPTER TWO

Beau

“Welcome to Right Spot,do you need help finding anything today?” I hear a sweet voice say.

Goodness, my face is on fire. I thought I’d be able to enter the small store and go about my business without conversation. This is incredibly embarrassing, perusing the city for a sex toy in broad daylight when everyone can see me. It’s Valentine’s Day for crying out loud and here I am, alone, walking into a sex shop I have no business being in.

I had to set time aside for this today. It’s not just my schedule I had to consider either. I have people depending on me. I thought maybe this would be the best day to come here because everyone else would be too busy wrapped up in their love making. You know, they thought ahead for this special day and shopped early.

Oh God, I was wrong. This place is flooded with people, both men and women, old and young. I’m standing still in the entryway, realizing I’m frozen in place, and like some creep, I haven’t answered the nice lady.

Clearing my throat I reply. “No, thank you. I’m just looking around.”

“Okay, let me know if that changes,” she says. Her confused expression lingers on me for a touch too long, but I ignore it and head into the shop. I know deep down what it is I’m here for, but I don’t know if I have the confidence to go through with the purchase.

Sighing, I quickly glance around to hopefully find the aisle I’m searching for. My hands are sweaty and it feels like someone kicked up the thermostat. I need to make this happen as quickly as possible and return home to my favorite spot.

My bed.

My soft, comfortable bed tucked nicely into the corner of my room.

My bed.

Where I allow my most desired fantasies to reign supreme. Where I’m safe to admit what I truly want in life.

A cock shoved so far up my ass that I feel it in my throat.

Damn, okay. That escalated quickly. I’m on a mission here. I take a guess that the dildo-filled end cap on aisle twelve is where I’ll find what I’m looking for. I tried ordering one online a few times, but they were never exactly what I wanted, and I had to snatch them from the porch before I was caught red-handed and forced to explain what it was.

I hear a voice further down the aisle drifting towards me and almost turn around at the thought of someone else watching me pick out a goddamn dildo.

“Hm. I don’t know, Micah. Are you sure this is the same one we bought?” He’s speaking without an ounce of shame. “Ugh, I think it was a different brand.” He pauses. “Fuck, I don’t know. It’s worn out though, I can tell you that much.”

Oh God. My pants feel tight, my cock twitches, and my cheeks flame again. If I thought I was a creep before, I certainly look like one now. I’m eavesdropping on a conversation I have no business hearing and popping a boner because of it.

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