Chapter Two

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Ian's POV.

The party was in full swing when I got there. I'm just from work and ready to let off some steam. Gavin, an old friend from college, had invited me over. Don't get me wrong, Logan is still my best friend, but he's married now. So he's not one to go to parties and all. We still do, but it's not the same. And he has to have those bodyguards everywhere he goes. Who intimidate everyone they see, making it hard for him to get laid. Rollan is really really paranoid. But it's not his fault, he had a crazy ex.

I walk straight to the kitchen to get a drink. I grab a bottle of beer taking a large gulp, sighing in contentment as the cold liquid slides down my throat.

"Ian! I'm glad you could make it," I turn to a grinning Gavin. From the way his eyes twinkled looking unfocused, he was already wasted. Not just that, but I could smell it on his breath too.

"Yeah I really need it. And a lay. I wanna let off some steam." I say bouncing on my heels. "Let's drink to that...and then find some sexy men for us,"  he smirked and a grin split my face as we brought our bottles together with a clang.

Yeah, did I not mention that I'm gay. Well I am. I came out after Logan's wedding. It had been terrifying to even think about it before, but I can't believe I was missing on such a life.

A life of hot sexy men...

...........

I groan waking up. I try to turn but wince at how sore my body feels. I raise my hands to my head at the skull splitting headache, groaning. Why do I drink so much. I should really quit alcohol... Yeah right.

I can't remember anything from last night but from how sore I feel, especially my lower back and how satisfied I feel. I bet I was fucked good...real good.

I feel a body next to mine and opened my eyes. They widen as I recognize the familiar face next to mine, causing me to jump back. Only to topple over and out of bed. I let out a scream of pain when I land with my butt on the floor. I close my eyes fighting back tears. Damn, that hurt.

"Ian? What are you doing here?"

I open my eyes staring at the man on the bed, a blush rising in my cheeks.

"Hahaha, hi Mason."

Now this is unexpected. This is why I shouldn't drink so much.

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