He extended his hand toward me #midweektease #amwriting #mmromance Dante

Welcome back to Mid-Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

It's time to treat you to more from my current work-in-progress.

This is the scene where Dante meets his other half for the first time. I skipped only a little from last week's tease.

This is still a first draft so please pardon any errors.

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Tossing back the shot, I caught the eye of the young waiter who sauntered over and took my refill order. As I waited, I noticed the men around watching. One took a step in my direction. With an imperceptible shake of my head I dissuaded him from coming closer, still too tense to entertain company.

Here for the weekend, I'd be back in my old haunt, in my territory, the day after tomorrow. The surroundings were unfamiliar and despite the joint being jam-packed, a gap lay between me and the nearest person around, as if a force-field has created a demarcation zone.

The waiter brought my refill. I took a sip and relaxed into the leather chair, welcoming the gentle alcoholic haze in my mind that stripped away my agitation. My gaze trawled, exploring every male form in sight. Were they here on a weekend break or locals out for a night of fun?

Then I spotted him.

Holy shit. My heart stopped.

If I wasn't usually cool under duress, I would've been drooling. And he wasn't my usual type.

He was what? Twenty? Twenty-one? Cute as hell in a smart pale blue t-shirt and navy trousers made of expensive shiny fabric that clung to a lean body. Face like a fucking angel, dirty blond hair that flopped over his face and reminded me of Heath Ledger in A Knight's Tale.

It was his eyes that got me. They were dark and huge in a sad puppy way and yet mischief shone in their depths as he smiled at me and wasted no time walking over.

"Can I buy you a drink," he said, giving me a ten kilo-watt smile. His eyes of dark amber held me in their sway for a moment until I remembered he wasn't my type. I liked them tougher than he looked. Not delicate. Not someone I had to worry about breaking. He came across as prep-school material and looked young enough to still be in college.

"I've got a drink, thank you," I replied, lifting my glass to my lips.

He lowered his body into the chair opposite me. "I'm Carl." He extended his hand toward me. "A pleasure to meet you."

I stared at his hand, slender, manicured, long fingers that didn't look as if they'd seen a day's labour, reinforcing the feeling he wasn't for me. It didn't stop me from picturing them wrapped around my cock as he drew me into his mouth.

"I didn't invite you to join me." I managed to get the words out in a cool manner, despite the heat riding my blood.

"You didn't." he shrugged.

"I'm not interested."

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