Chapter 1

Seth sighed as he did yet another set of weightlifting. He started to struggle and felt embarrassed.

"Need some help?"

The voice was new to Seth. He turned around and his jaw almost dropped. The guy was very muscular and had his whole arm tattooed. His hair flowed down his back in black curls and his eyes were easy to get lost in. He was breathtaking.

"No I got it."

The man put his hands on Seth's waist and Seth jumped, dropping the weight on the floor.

"Sorry," the man laughed. "Well, this has been awkward. So uhh, let's start over. Hi, I'm Roman."

"Seth," Seth replied, shaking Roman's hand.

"How long have you been working out for?"

"About a few months."

"Well, it shows," Roman smiled.

"Thanks. Same to you."

"So how about we try this again?"

"Okay."

Roman's hands were back on his waist as Seth started lifting the weight. They continued doing more and then stopped because Seth got tired.

"Wanna go grab some lunch?" Roman asked.

"Sure, I just gotta shower first."

"I already did so I'll just wait here for you."

The two decided to settle at McDonald's.

"So, what do you do for a living?" Roman asked.

Seth looked down shyly.

"I work at the night club."

"That's cool."

"No. My job there is a stripper."

"Do you make a lot of money?"

"A couple hundred a night. I have private shows too."

"Oh."

"Anything to pay my bills. That's the best I can do. Being a whore."

"Being a stripper doesn't make you a whore."

"It's embarrassing."

"Well like you said, if it pays your bills, then keep doing what you're doing."

"Do you want to come to the club one night?"

"No I'm not into guys like that."

"Okay. Sorry I even asked."

"It's fine. It's just not my thing."

"Well, you never know until you try."

Seth stared at Roman for a while.

"Ahh, what the hell. I'll go, but just one time and that's it."

"Yay!" Seth squealed.

Roman chuckled. "When do you want me to come see your show?"

"Whenever you're free."

"I'm free tonight."

"Okay then, tonight."

Seth scribbled down the address and his number on a piece of paper and handed it to Roman. "See you there," Roman said.

Roman took a seat in the strip club towards the back, feeling shy.

"Alright, gentlemen. I'm here to present to you the Red Hot Bangers!"

The lights dimmed and slow, sensual music began to play. One light shone on a man. He was small in size and a brunette with the most innocent face. He started to swirl his hips around and looked to the crowd with lust-filled eyes. A figure wrapped his arms around him from behind and the light revealed him. He had tattooed arms and was bigger than the other man.

His lips sunk down on the smaller man's neck and a third guy showed up. His hair was messy and he looked a bit crazy, but nonetheless, he looked hot. He took the smaller man from the tattooed man and ripped his clothes off, leaving him in a thin, gold thong. Their hands roamed along his body and they stopped when they heard a whistle.

And there he stood. Seth, in a black cop hat and a black thong. He handcuffed the crazy, hot looking man, and then the tattooed man, and pushed them out of the spotlight. The smaller man got on his knees and Seth got behind him, mimicking having sex with him. His hands lightly raked along the man's back and the music stopped and the lights went out. Applause sounded throughout the club.

Roman felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Hey," Seth said.

"Hi," Roman responded.

"Let's get out of here," Seth whispered into Roman's ear.

Roman noticed that Seth was still only wearing a thong, but didn't question it. Seth grabbed Roman's hand and led him towards the back of the club and into a room. Seth locked the door behind him.

"I thought we were getting out of here," Roman stated.

"Yeah, out of that room," Seth smirked.

"What is this?"

"My private show."

"I didn't sign up for this."

"I signed up for you."

"Ummm," Roman started.

"What's the problem?"

Seth bit his lip and looked at Roman through his eyelashes.

Roman shook his head. "Nothing, it's nothing."

Seth seated himself down on Roman.

"Seth, I think this should stop."

His hips gyrated against Roman's and he kissed his neck.

"I'm sorry, I can't," Roman spoke.

He pushed Seth off of him and left the room.

Roman started his workout session in the gym. Seth spotted Roman and walked over to him.

"Roman I'm sorry I forced you like that."

"It's okay."

Seth awkwardly walked away, embarrassed. He started lifting weights and Roman looked over to him. He didn't feel the need to help him because he really didn't want to hang around Seth anymore. He didn't want to turn gay and lose his sanity. He saw the tattooed man from the strip club helping Seth and he felt a pang of jealousy.

"I lost him. I fucking lost him," Roman growled, viciously attacking a punching bag.

"Lost who?" A new voice asked.

Roman turned around to see that it was the eccentric, yet attractive looking man from the strip club.

"Nobody."

"Oh, Seth?"

"What?"

"You must be the guy that Seth has been going on and on about for days. He talks about how perfect your hair is and he loves your tribal sleeve tattoo. I'm Dean, by the way."

"I'm Roman. So, he talks about me?"

"Yeah, he has the biggest crush on you."

"Wow... Well, I don't know, man. I don't know if I like him like that."

"How can you not know?"

"I'm straight."

"Oh, ahaha. That doesn't mean you can't like one guy. That doesn't mean you're gay."

"I don't know..."

"You better make a move before you break his heart or before he goes on to Randy over there," Dean gestured to Randy, the tattooed man, helping Seth in his workout.

Roman rubbed his temples. "Yeah, yeah, okay."

"What?"

"I'll get him."

"You better! I'll distract Randy for you."

Dean went over to Randy and Seth and started talking to Randy. Seth started walking out of the gym to go outside. Roman exited the gym and got to Seth.

"Got a minute?" Roman asked.

"Of course."

"Okay how do I say this? Ummm."

"I get it, you don't ever want to talk to me again. I got the message loud and clear."

"Actually, you're wrong."

"Wha-"

Their conversation got cut off by screaming in the gym that was heard from outside. They rushed inside and found Dean clutching his foot. Randy was inspecting his foot and rubbed his back soothingly.

"What happened here?" Seth asked.

"Dean accidentally dropped a weight on his foot."

"Oh my God," Seth gasped. "Is he gonna be okay?"

"I hope so. I'm taking him to the hospital," Randy replied.

"Shit, my shift at the club starts in ten minutes and Dean was my ride," Seth said.

"I can drive you there," Roman spoke up.

"Oh okay."

Dean gave Roman a knowing smile.

A/N: What do you think is going to happen?