Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:05:48 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - 2

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

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A long and unfortunate half-an-hour later, I stepped off the bus near the
end of Sixth Street and made my way toward the club where Mr. IceFire was
hopefully still patiently waiting for me.

Austin, Texas—live musical capitol of the world. Flanked on both sides
by varying restaurants, bars and clubs, the street resembled something like
a cross between an exotic carnival ride and a brick-and-concrete wasteland
meant to tailor to various bikers and cowboy culture. The gay
district—comprised of three clubs, one of which had recently
closed—loomed near and strong: one, the less flashy of the two, the
other, the Thunder club, which IceFire had invited me to. I managed to
slide past the cover fee on the chance that it was Funky Friday and entered
the club after being ID'd with few expectations.

A quick scan across the club showed no sign of IceFire.

I couldn't blame him for that though. He was but one body in a sea of
glistening, shirtless torsos—lost in every gay man's utopia on Sixth
Street. He'd find me. It wasn't like it would be hard, being one of the few
guys with glasses or hair that hadn't been covered in enough mousse to burn
the ozone layer.

Rather than wait, I stepped up to the bar and settled down on one of the
stools.

I was immediately greeted by a bartender.

"Hey," the attractive Asian guy said, leaning forward to offer a smile
below an impressively-defined nose and near-mouth-dropping
cheekbones. "Anything I can get for you?"

"I don't drink," I replied almost instantly, then realized my
behavior. "Uh... sorry. Cola."

"No problem." He filled a glass and passed it over to me before offering a
slight frown. "You look a bit down on your luck."

"I'm cool," I replied. "Just waiting for someone to find me."

"Ah, I see." The bartender paused. "Anything I can get for you, sir?"

I nearly started to speak, but stopped when I realized someone had settled
onto the stool beside me.

"No thanks," the guy said, his deep voice somehow cutting through the
jarring madness of techno and pop music.

After giving the newcomer a brief smile, the bartender scurried off to the
end of the bar, leaving me to my cola.

"So," the newcomer said. "You must be TheConqueringWorm."

I nearly spit my drink. I had to lift my hand to contain my laughter before
swallowing and said, "Yeah. That's me."

I turned.

Though not shirtless, he was easily the man I'd been speaking to online.

"IceFire?" I asked.

The man nodded and offered a smile.

His square chin was the first thing I settled on before my face traversed
the fine cleft leading to thin but fine lips. His jawline was the same as
the one pictured in his profile, as were the definition of his cheeks and
the proud yet proportioned nose, but I hadn't expected his features to be
so strong. What completed them was the military-style buzz cut that
perfectly framed his brow with its fine blonde stubble.

His eyes, though—they completely took me aback.

He'd listed them as blue, but not like I'd expected.

They had what looked like aqua rings surrounding already-breathtaking
meridian-blue eyes.

I blinked in an attempt to appear as if I'd just spaced out, but the smirk
on the man's face proved he knew otherwise.

"Your eyes," I said after a moment.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I get that a lot."

"Do you wear contacts?"

"Nope. Not a day in my life."

"Sorry," I chuckled. "And here I was trying to play it cool."

"Hey—don't sweat it. It's cool." The man extended his hand. "I'm Guy, by
the way."

"Guy?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just Guy."

"Jason," I said, taking hold of the man's hand.

His strong, reassuring grip wasn't the fleeting greeting I'd expect.

Guy's eyes crossed my features before falling to the glass in my hand. "You
drinking?"

"Just soda," I said.

"You wanna dance?"

I didn't need convincing.

A minute later, we were one with the sea of bodies, moving to the sound of
remastered 80s electronica and mashups of all the Top 30 on the Billboard
Charts.

Our proximity was intoxicating. I wasn't sure if it was because it'd been
so long since I'd been with a guy or if it was because I was just having a
good time, but over the next short while, I found myself getting closer to
him—whether I was being drawn, quickly, to his musky cologne, or the
scent of his sweat that seemed to pull us closer like two opposing
magnets. I was so embarrassed and was about to apologize for my behavior
when Guy set his hands on my hips and pulled us together.

"This ok?" he asked, lips so close I could almost feel them on my ear.

I nodded.

The only natural thing to do was to put my hands on him.

Bracing my hands along his ribcage, I tilted my head up to look into his
eyes and smiled.

"Having a good time?" he asked, inching his hands up my chest when our
height difference proved to be troublesome.

"I haven't been out to the clubs in forever," I replied, laughing as he
snaked one arm out from under mine and draped it across my shoulders. "I
wasn't sure if you were being serious."

"I read your profile," Guy said. "You seemed cool. And now that I've met
you in person, I can definitely say that you are."

Unsure how to respond, I merely smiled.

Leaning forward, Guy closed the distance between our faces before asking,
"Is it all right if I kiss you?"

I didn't respond.

Instead, I pressed my lips against his.

At that point, I didn't care.

I just wanted to have a good time.

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