He’d picked a place he knew fairly well, Whipped. The music was thumping, the club dimly lit, and as Logan made his way through couples gyrating, he felt Tate’s fingers tightening around his. “You say the nicest things to me.” Logan winked. But please feel free to finish that thought. “I know I’ve been up for a lot lately, and yeah, I’ll try most things-” Tate’s eyes opened and he looked slightly shocked. Logan thought about it for a moment and then asked, “How about Whipped?” Something that’ll make us forget these last two shitty days.” He paused, closed his eyes, and whispered, “I want to lose myself for a while.” But you’re good at sucking in other parts.” Tate ran his hands over his shoulders and then said, “I want to do something fun. Tate sat up this time and straddled his lap. “Pretty sure I usually suck at this part in relationships.” “You’re something else, you know that? Thank you.” Tate shook his head from side to side, still smiling. “Yes, and I find that a lot of oral presentations are helpful also.” Tate put his hands on Logan’s shoulders and pushed him away slightly. “Well, sometimes you have to prove a point with physical evidence.” “You weren’t doing much talking the day you pushed your agenda in the conference room.” “Told me there was no way in hell he’d ever kiss me.” “He told you he was straight and you went after him anyway?” Ever since he served me a gin and tonic and told me he was straight.” As in, there’s only one choice, one option, and one person I even think about.” Logan lowered his head and captured Tate’s mouth in a kiss then told him, “It was only some of Chicago. The sides of Tate’s eyes crinkled as he asked, “Yes?” “Then what should I be doing? You want me to be upset that you’re no longer out sleeping with half of Chicago?”

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