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When I spotted him, I stopped breathing for a second.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Gael was striding toward me, and he looked like every wet dream I’d ever had come to life. His thick, muscular thighs were on full display in shorts that hugged his ass so perfectly it had to be illegal. His white tank clung to his chest, the thin fabricoutlining his pecs and giving me a glimpse of dark nipples I now knew were sensitive.

This wasn’t the same shy, uncertain guy who’d asked me to teach him about gay sex. This was a walking billboard for it.

I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Two guys smoking outside nudged each other, openly staring as Gael approached. One of them licked his lips, whispering something to his friend that made them both laugh.

Something dark and possessive twisted in my gut. These fuckers were eyeing him like a piece of meat, and I wanted to punch every single one of them.

Which was ridiculous. I’d just been doing the same, and I didn’t own Gael. We weren’t dating. I was his sexual mentor, his tour guide to gaydom, nothing more. But my body didn’t get the memo, tension coiling in my muscles as I watched him navigate the attention like he had no idea how edible he looked.

“Hey,” Gael said when he reached me, a bashful smile that didn’t match his outfit spreading across his face. “Sorry I’m late. Liv made me change. She said I was dressed like a straight frat bro.”

“Straight frat bros are hot too.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, so familiar and endearing it made my chest ache. “Do I look okay?”

My jaw clenched as another guy walked past, gaze raking over Gael’s ass. “You look more than okay. You look like you’re advertising.”

“Isn’t that the point?” He cocked his head, somehow managing to look both sinful and innocent. “To make sure you take me home tonight? Instead of freaking out about my injury and sending me home hard and horny.”

I grabbed his wrist, tugging him closer. “You’d better fucking stay by my side tonight.”

It came out rougher than I intended—possessive, demanding, nothing like the casual, experienced mentor I was supposed to be. Gael’s eyes widened; a deep flush spread across his cheeks. His pupils blew, and I realized with a jolt that he liked my possessiveness.

Interesting.

“When do we get to the other instruction?” he asked, voice low. “The hands-on stuff?”

My cock strained against my jeans at his words, at the nervous anticipation in his eyes. “Whenever you want.”

He bit his lower lip, glancing around at the crowd. His blush deepened. “I just thought dressing more like a bottom would be fun. To try it out.”

“I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with,” I said. “You look hot as hell, by the way.”

His shy smile was worth the admission. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” I steered him toward the entrance, my hand on the small of his back. “Come on, let’s get inside before someone tries to steal you away.”

He leaned in, lowering his voice. “You always look hot as hell. I don’t even care what you wear. You’re just crazy sexy to me.”

I was blushing as the bouncer checked Gael’s ID. I searched my pockets for my wallet, realizing I definitely didn’t have it. A surge of panic made me want to run back to my truck, until a laughing leaned in and said something to the bouncer that made him laugh.

The bouncer rolled his eyes and waved us through. The club was already packed, bodies pressed together as the music thumped so loud I felt it in my chest. Colored lights flashed across the crowd, illuminating faces, bare skin, the occasional glint of jewelry or glitter.

I kept Gael close as we wove toward the bar, hyperaware of every lingering glance thrown his way. A guy with bleached hairand too many piercings actually licked his lips as we passed, eyes glued to Gael’s ass. A bald guy at the end of the bar openly stared, predatory.

I stepped between them, blocking the view. It was ridiculous, acting like a jealous boyfriend instead of a mentor, but I couldn’t seem to stop. The idea of anyone else touching Gael, kissing him, showing him what his body could do—it made my blood boil.

“You okay?” Gael asked, clocking my tension. “You seem… I don’t know. Different tonight.”

“I’m fine. Just distracted. You know me. Playing bodyguard is a lot of work.”

He laughed, and the sound was rich and warm even over the pounding music. “I don’t think I need one.”

“Look around, Gael. You’re the hottest guy in here, dressed like sex on legs. Every top in this place wants a piece of you right now.”