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The snow had stopped and the roads were shiny in the reflected light of the streetlamps. Mark followed Nolan's directions to the club, wondering how he'd react if he knew Mark had been there not long before, spying on him.

Nolan's perception of him amused Mark on one level, even while it annoyed him on another. Just because Mark didn't choose to hang out at skanky sex clubs didn't mean he was naïve or inexperienced by any stretch of the imagination.

Nolan seemed to be under the mistaken impression Mark was sexually timid and needed to be protected from predators at that club. Mark smiled to himself, thinking how much fun it would be to prove Nolan wrong, if the chance presented itself.

They pulled into the parking lot and headed toward the club entrance. The place was considerably less crowded than the night he'd followed Nolan, probably because it was several hours earlier. There were still plenty of guys at the two bars that lined the walls and a few couples swaying on the dance floor.

They moved toward some empty barstools and several of the men greeted Nolan by name. "You come here a lot?" Mark asked, still not exactly sure how he felt about this.

"From time to time." Nolan shrugged. He ordered scotch, neat. Mark ordered a beer. Just as Mark took his first sip, the short redhead who had accosted him when he'd followed Nolan appeared beside him.

"Hey, babe. You came back. I saw you slip away the other night. Friend never showed, huh? You shoulda stuck with me. I'd have given you an experience to remember." He moved closer, nudging Mark's shoulder, leaning forward with a leer. "It's not too late. Offer's still open. Wide open."

Mark felt his cheeks heat. "I'm with him," he mumbled, nodding toward Nolan, feeling like an idiot, though not for the reason Nolan might suppose. The redhead faded away upon hearing the news.

Nolan lifted his brows, a faint smile twisting his lips. "So I thought you said you've never been here."

It was Mark's turn to shrug. "He's got me confused with someone else," he said with as much nonchalance as he could muster.

"Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Doc." Nolan lifted his glass. "Cheers."

They finished their drinks in silence, watching the couples on the dance floor. Nolan nudged Mark and pointed toward the back of the bar. "See that curtain? Back there is where the real action is."

"I thought that kind of thing went out of style with the eighties."

"Anonymous sex with strangers never goes out of style, who're you kiddin'?" Nolan laughed. "Come on. I'll take you back there. Don't worry, I won't let anyone rape you."

Mark stood abruptly from his barstool, translating his annoyance into deadpan sarcasm. "Yeah? Well, in that case, lead the way."

He followed Nolan, aware of the admiring glances on all sides for both of them. He felt out of place in his white shirt and woolen slacks amidst the denim and leather, but none of the men staring with such open admiration seemed to mind.

Nolan pushed back the edge of the curtain and stepped into the darkened room. The air was hot and close, the smell cloying. After a moment Mark could make out the shapes of men in various positions along the walls. Mostly it was one man leaning back, another on his knees in front of him, head bobbing furiously. There were several men standing alone, pants open, their hands on their own cocks. In one corner a couple was actually fucking, both on hands and knees, moving in tandem.

The thick curtains dampened the pulsing music in the main bar. No one spoke in this smaller room, the only sound being the groans and sighs of the men in various stages of climax.

Intellectually Mark was repelled by the sordid scene, but his body reacted nonetheless, his cock lengthening and hardening, his heart quickening its pace. Nolan had moved into the room, finding a spot against the wall from which to survey the scene. In the gloom it was hard to read his expression.

Mark approached Nolan and saw an unmistakable glint of wry amusement in his eyes. He's laughing at me. No doubt he was amused at what he assumed was the naïve and sheltered young doctor, completely out of his ken.

Mark's earlier annoyance shifted one notch toward anger, while at the same time his dominant nature rose to the fore, spurred on by the naked and nearly naked men around him, the raw, stark smell of sex and sweat in the air and Nolan's taunting grin.

With a sudden gesture he pinned Nolan against the wall by one shoulder, while reaching up to pull his head down with the other. Goaded by Nolan's unspoken challenge, he pressed his thigh between Nolan's legs, forcing them apart. He acted so quickly Nolan barely reacted, allowing himself to be manhandled without protest or resistance.

All the aching, pent-up lust of the past few months welled up and spilled over as Mark put his mouth over Nolan's and kissed him. He moved closer, pressing his body hard against Nolan's, aware of his own hard cock and the responding erection in Nolan's jeans.

After a few stunned seconds, Nolan began to kiss him back, though his arms remained limp at his sides, as if he were too shocked to do anything else. Mark kissed him hard, holding his head still as he explored his mouth, not letting him go for at least a minute.

When he stepped back, his heart was pounding, his balls aching. "Jesus," Nolan said softly, bringing a hand to his mouth. "What the fuck?"

"Come on." Power pumped through Mark's veins like a drug. "Let's get out of here. I'm taking you home." He flipped back an edge of the heavy curtains and stepped into the main bar, not looking back to see if Nolan followed, certain that he was.