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“I’m not worried. Just like I’m not worried you’ll ever take Carter’s freedom from him again.” Dr, Singh smiles, but it’s a sad smile. “And it’s perfectly okay for a part of yourself to miss what the two of you had at the compound. Because that’s what’s happening. There isn’t a tiny part of you that wishes you were back there again, there’s a tiny part of you that’s jealous of the past version of you, the version that had Carter to himself.”
“I have to be honest, doc,” Travis murmurs. “I’m getting real sick of all these different parts of me.”
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but this is the first time we’ve ever discussed different parts of you, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Travis finally uncurls his fists, wincing when he sees tiny pricks of blood on his palms. “But it’s not the first time I’ve dealt with it. Back at the compound, I… separated myself.”
Dr. Singh sits back, notching his chin upward. “Okay. Tell me about that.”
The first guy is a jock. He’s wearing a hockey shirt for the college, looking smug as shit as he saunters to the bar and grins at Carter. When Carter asks what he can get him, the man says, “You.”
It’s smooth. Carter will give him that.
“How about we start with a drink and go from there?” Carter asks, trying to flirt a little. He’s rusty. The words seem to come off more scared than teasing.
But the hockey player smiles. “Tequila, then. The cheap shit. Two shots and some pickle juice.”
“Coming right up.”
He has friends around him when Carter delivers his drinks, his attention elsewhere. For a while, Carter gets sucked into the hustle and bustle of the bar and forgets all about him.
The hockey player doesn’t forget about Carter. He’s waiting for him at the bar again an hour or two later, resting his elbows on the bartop and grinning like before. Carter’s stomach flips. He’s not sure if it's in excitement or fear. “What can I get you?” he asks, echoing his question from before.
Hockey player’s eyes fucking sparkle as he repeats, “You.”
“Okay.” Carter swallows hard. He’s seen Eric do this. Take a guy into the supply closet and fuck around for a few minutes. Carter can do that. It’ll be like getting his feet wet. Nothing too much can happen in a supply closet. And the guy wouldn’t dare hurt him in such a public place. “Follow me.”
The second guy is a loner. He’s wearing ripped jeans and a leather jacket, looking broody and annoyed by all the noise and chaos of the bar. He doesn’t grin at Carter. He barely even looks at him. And he doesn’t wait for Carter to ask what he wants, just saying, “Bourbon. Neat,” as he sits.
Carter delivers the bourbon neat and quick. The man nods to acknowledge his service, wrapping a hand around the glass and taking a long pull.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” Carter says before starting to walk away.
“A good fuck would be nice,” the guy mumbles sarcastically into his glass.
Carter’s foot stumbles. He slowly turns, eyeing the man. “What’s your preference?”
The man notches an eyebrow at him. “You’d do.”
“Yeah?” Carter checks the clock before tapping Eric and giving him a signal that he’ll be back. Then he turns to the man and smiles. “Follow me.”
The third guy is a talkative little thing. He’s wearing a pink crop top, tight skinny jeans, and a flirty smile. He leans his arms on the bar top and eyes Carter almost obscenely. “Well aren’t you nice to look at.”
“That’s objectifying, you know,” Carter says, half-serious, half-teasing. “If I was a woman, no one would argue against me reaching out and smacking you for that.”
“But since you’re a man?” he questions.
“Since I’m a man,” Carter starts, drawing the words out like he’s actually considering it. Then he leans forward so he can feel the cute man’s breath on his face. He’s already been drinking. This must not be his first stop of the night. “I’ll forgive you if you get on your knees for me.”
His eyes light up. He’s wearing glittery eyeshadow and mascara. “Name the place, baby.”
Carter taps Zoey, who laughs and rolls her eyes, but tells him to use protection.
“Come on,” Carter says with a tilt of his head. “Follow me.”
“Nothing?” Casey asks with a frown.
Carter sinks onto their couch with a huge sigh, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. “I mean… not nothing. I got turned on when I sucked the jock off, but when he offered to return the favor, I just couldn’t do it. Told him I needed to hurry back. The loner fucked me, and it was pretty low on prep, so it hurt in a good way. But it wasn't enough to get me over the edge, and he was a dick and didn’t do anything after finishing except tossing the condom on the fucking floor and walking away with a thanks. And the third one was just all fucking wrong. He tried sucking me off for a long time and when I couldn’t come, could barely stay hard even, I offered to do him instead. He was nice and just said he understood it was an off night, no hard feelings, and went on his way.”
