Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:05:05 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - 1

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This is a work of fiction, and contains scenes of graphic violence and
explicit male/male sex. If you are not of the legal age to read this, or
are uncomfortable with this sort of content, please turn back now.

HIS TOUCH OF ICE (The Ice Men, Book 1) is copyright © Kody Boye. All
Rights are reserved.

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Hi, he said. How r u?

Normally, butchering English would've turned me off, but since he was on a
phone, I could excuse it.

Fine, I replied. You?

I didn't expect an immediate response—or one at all, if I wanted to be
honest with myself. It wasn't often guys sent me messages on apps like
this, especially guys like him.

His username was IceFire. His profile described him as a tall, Caucasian
male with short blonde hair and blue eyes. His physique, listed as
`athletic,' was confirmed in a profile picture which displayed little more
than a black-and-white torso, hands covering his junk and a fade shrouding
his eyes from view—typical fare of the guy who wanted to be `down-low.'
He was a sight to behold, all broad-shouldered and slim-wasted,
heavily-muscled and the slightest smattering of hair across his stomach and
his chin, but that didn't matter. The picture could've been a fake, which
wouldn't have been unlikely considering it was his only one.

Either way, it didn't matter.

His opening come-on was proof enough of where this was going.

He wanted to get laid.

But with me? Couldn't he have found someone better?

"Last pickings," I muttered, easing my dinosaur of a laptop up onto my lap.

I decided to ignore the fact that I was most likely his pity hookup and
watched the scrolling RSS feed on the side of my browser until the incoming
message notification lit up the inside of one tab.

I clicked.

Sure enough, it was Mr. IceFire. He sure was persistent.

I opened the message and waited for the apartment's shitty connection to
load the message before leaning forward.

Want 2 hang out?

I could've laughed at the response.

Downtown, a second message came in. 6th street.

I looked out the window and surveyed the surroundings of east Austin. While
it was getting late, I could probably still catch the bus if I hurried. It
wasn't as if there would be cops waiting to catch me jaywalking or
anything.

Was it worth it though?

I turned my attention back to his username and waited for his profile to
load before skimming through it. The first thing that caught my eye was how
well put together it was. The second was that it actually used proper
spelling and punctuation, unlike his messages, which meant that either he
was trying to impress someone by being smart, or he actually was smart.

I lifted my eyes to the top of the profile.

Looking for: Friendship.

Friendship? With a picture like that?

Sighing, I leaned back against the wall and lifted my glasses to rub my
eyes, contemplating when the last time I'd gone out had been or whether or
not I'd even enjoyed myself, much less with another, possibly-attractive
guy.

Despite the usual persistence found in the guys on these sites, IceFire
didn't send another message.

I considered my options before me.

After a little less than three minutes, I opened my mouth and said, "Fuck
it."

What club? I typed.

Thunder, he replied.
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