Length: short story
Genre: gay romance, contemporary
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
One ditching and one rescue later, Hayden discovers the use of a telephone isn’t the only offer that’s on the table…
Rex Marlowe glanced over his shoulder toward the sound of his friend’s voice. Shouting over the auto-tuned vocals of the latest pop starlet’s techno-grunge remix, Eli repeated his call and motioned him over with a wave.
He looked around the bar, wondering why Eli was calling him. There wasn’t a line at the door, so there wouldn’t be any reason for his bouncer to need him. It was Saturday night, and the Buckle was busy as hell. He didn’t have time to be fooling around.
Rex set the tray of empty glasses on the end of the bar. He made sure the bartender saw him, then pushed his way through the over-crowded floor and headed to the front door.
“What’s up?” He subconsciously tugged at the front of his shirt.
“What are you doing, man?”
Rex had no idea what Eli was going on about. He was doing what he normally did when he was at the bar—making sure everything was running smoothly. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You spend all day at your restaurant, then you spend all night at the Buckle, busting your ass. Don’t you ever relax, take some time off?”
“I can’t take time off. I got work to do.”
“Yeah, and your work is full of hot guys. Get some!” Eli motioned his arm across the packed bar.
“I’m trying to run a business.”
“Okay, look. I shouldn’t have to tell you this, but your head is clearly up your ass. You see that group of guys over there?”
Rex followed the motion of Eli’s head.
Four young men stood around one of the high-top tables, drinking, heads bouncing to the beat of the sound system’s booming bass. By their body language, two of the men were clearly together.
The couple, and one of the others, were the typical type that frequented the Buckle, and Rex thought he recognized them. Dressed in dirty jeans, and tank tops that showed off muscles and body ink, they fit right in tonight. The Buckle tended to cater to the rougher denim-and-leather crowd. They came in to drink, dance, and meet men. And more than a few of them took advantage of the dark back room for a quick, anonymous hook-up.
The other man at the table stuck out like a sore thumb. Standing stiff and uncomfortable, he shifted from foot to foot as he sipped at what was likely a rum and Coke. Rex looked the skinny boy up and down.
THE BUCKLE is also a part of the STRANDED Anthology
Rob Colton is a software developer by day and avid reader of romance novels at night. A romantic at heart, he loves to read and write stories that feature big, burly men who find true love and happy endings.
Rob grew up in northern Michigan and currently lives in the Atlanta area with his very supportive husband and their very spoiled miniature schnauzer.
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