The entire interaction had followed none of the patterns he was accustomed to, had violated all the usual scripts that governed his encounters with admiring strangers.And for the first time in his extensive experience of being desired, appreciated, and pursued, Harry Schett wasn’t sure who was really in control of the situation unfolding between them.The realization was terrifying.And intoxicating. Gay sex The attention was addictive, intoxicating in its raw potency, feeding something in him that craved recognition on a primal level.The Bucket IncidentBack in the present, Harry sat on an upturned bucket in the storage room of the pizza restaurant, reaching behind him to grab his phone from the shelf. This was someone else entirely—or perhaps the real person behind a carefully constructed facade.This lad had game.He took Ethan’s order with professional efficiency, turning to walk away toward the kitchen. The sight of Harry’s upper body, unconstrained by fabric, was enough to halt conversations mid-sentence. It was a move he’d perfected over years of similar interactions—casual enough to seem unintentional, deliberate enough to be unmistakable to the right observer.Ethan’s confidence flickered momentarily—a brief crack in his newfound assurance—but didn’t vanish completely. The sight of Harry’s upper body, unconstrained by fabric, was enough to halt conversations mid-sentence. The seams along his biceps creaked audibly
