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Looking for Love	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 3 � Falling into darkness

/� Across
sand and sky and gravel�/

Don went back to work the next Monday.� He just said that he�d had the flu and
ignored the questioning looks from Colby.

In order to function, Don bottled himself up tightly,
clamping down on all emotions, personal thoughts, and fears about the
future.� He found himself snapping at his
team more often and tried to monitor his behavior.�� That�s how he felt � a disconnected entity
outside his own body, watching himself go through the
day, work cases, eat, sleep, then do it again.

In the course of one investigation, he heard about a gay bar
named Titan that was supposed to be a good place to meet, well, gays.� It was far enough out of Don�s neighborhood
that he didn�t think anyone would recognize him.�

Why the hell not?

The next Friday night that Don had free, he went to
Titan.� It turned out to be a decent
looking place, fairly close to Hollywood.� He parked, took a deep breath, and got out of
the car.

Before he even made it to the door of the bar, he�d seen
three different gorgeous, fashionable men heading the same way.� This is
a bad idea �� He was just dressed in
jeans and a button-down shirt and felt outclassed.� He was uncomfortable which made him mad, and
he walked into the bar radiating danger.

His eyes adjusted to the dim light and he made a beeline for
a bar stool.� He took a stool and the
bartender immediately came over, even though the bar was busy and many others
were waving for his attention.� The
bartender was a big blond man, which reminded him of Colby, which made him
angrier.

�What do you have on tap?� Don snapped before the bartender
could speak.�

�Guinness, Bud Light, Bass, Sapporo, Foster�s, Sam Adams��

�Guinness.�

A foaming mug was quickly placed in front of Don.� Don picked it up and swung around to survey
the room.

A number of eyes which had been fixed on him hastily looked
away.� Except for one
man.

Don met the eyes of an Asian man with long dark hair, sitting
at a table on the other side of the room.�
The man�s gaze burned through Don, utterly intense, utterly now.�
Then the man looked away and became just another attractive man in a
room full of attractive men.� Don blinked
and decided that he must have been imagining things.�

Don examined the Asian man.�
He was wearing black jeans and a white collared shirt, unbuttoned enough
to show a smooth strong chest.�� He was taller
than Don by a few inches, with a muscular but not bulky body.� He had the body of a dancer or a gymnast.� Or,
Don thought, remembering that intense gaze, a
very good martial artist.� The man�s
long black hair was mostly caught up in a tail at the back of his neck but a
few strands fell free to frame his tanned face with its strong cheekbones and full
mouth.� Don decided even in a room of attractive
men, this man stood out.� Don was quite
proud of himself for being able to acknowledge, if just to himself,
the physical appeal of another man.

�Hello,� a male voice said next to Don.� Don turned to see a red head, pleasant in a
pretty sort of way.� �Haven�t
seen you here before.�

�Nope,� Don said.� He
almost left it at that but reminded himself he was here to meet people.� �You a regular?�

The red head settled onto the stool next to Don.� �Most Fridays.� It�s a good way to blow off steam after
work.�

�What do you do?�� Great start, interrogating
him.

The red head didn�t seem to mind.� �Work in an electronics repair store. But,�
he gave Don an abashed smile, �Like everyone else I�m really trying to be an
actor.�

�Ah,� Don said but he smiled as he said it and the red head
relaxed.

�What do you do � No, let me guess, you�re either a cop or a
hit-man.��

Don�s smile widened.� �Lucky for you that I�m a cop or else I�d have to kill you for
guessing my secret.�

�Good thing,� the red head said, leaning closer.

Somehow, an hour and several drinks later, Don was in the
men�s bathroom, up against the wall, with the red head�s mouth wrapped around
his cock.� He hadn�t
even asked the man�s name or told him his own.� For some reason, that hadn�t come up in the
last heated hour of seduction and innuendo.

The man was very skilled.�
He�d even slid the condom over Don using just his mouth.� He hadn�t kissed or otherwise touched Don,
just gone straight for his zipper.� He
sucked Don while pumping his own cock.�
Don buried his hands in the red hair and enjoyed the man�s tongue and
lips.� The man had short hair and if Don
closed his eyes, he could imagine that it was Colby on his knees in front of
him.

All too quickly, the man�s clever mouth brought Don gasping
into orgasm.� The man followed it with
his own orgasm, squeezing his cock and panting around Don�s still throbbing
cock.

Don rested his head against the wall as the other stood up
and cleaned himself off.�

The man looked at his watch and grumbled.� �Gotta go,� he said, wiping his hands on a
paper towel.�

Don blinked at him.�
The orgasm had been nice but not intense.� Maybe
if he�d touched me more�� Hey, how
do I��

The red head interrupted him with a sad smile.� �Happily married.�� Then he left.

Don stripped off his used condom and dropped it in the
trash, probably to join many others.� He
zipped up his pants and went to the sink to wash his hands.�� A wave of despair washed over him and he
grabbed the sides of the sink to keep himself standing.� He closed his eyes and tried to recapture
that wonderful post-sex feeling he�d found before with David and Colby.� Nothing.� He felt completely empty.

So this was his future.�
Blows by strangers in bar bathrooms.�
�Charlie gets love and he just
gets--� No.� There has to be some way to feel again.� He pushed himself away from the sink and
headed towards the door.

If Don had turned at that moment and looked behind him, he
would have seen someone in the shadows, watching him.� If he had stopped and talked to that person,
the next month might have gone very differently.� But he didn�t turn, didn�t stop.�

And maybe if he had, things would have gone to hell anyway.
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