I stood in the alley for another hour, I walked in a trance up stairs and was in the shower before I even had a conscious thought. The first thought I did have was the feeling of Riley in my arms as I had my fist around my cock. I got off fast and hard and got absolutely no enjoyment out of it.

I toss and turn and give up on sleep by the time the third dream of velvet lips and haunting eyes played though. Luckily work busy and kept my thoughts off of him. I will not go back to the bar. I will get a six pack and a movie and lock myself inside. Or I will jump on my bike and take a road trip a few miles down the road and find a warm body. Yeah that is all I need a warm body and a few hours of nameless faceless sex.

I tell myself that, it's a lie. I shower and shave, dress and grab my coat and keys. Down the stairs I keep my eyes trained on my bike. Yes, get on it feel the draw of the road, find a random face in a generic bar. My feet hit the pavement and I walk towards my bike. I reach it and my keys go in my pocket and my feet carry me across the street.

I make no play at ignoring him tonight. Tonight I take a seat right in front of him.

"Hi"

"Hi" he replies.

"I'm Emmett."

"I know. I'm Riley."

"I know." he smiles and I smile back. Yup I am totally fucked.

Riley gets me a beer and apologies for the crowd keeping him busy. I tell him it's okay and truly it is. Tonight is different, there is no game being played. We both know who I am here to see.

I should be scared, this is everything I don't do, but for some reason I am fine. Nervous as hell but okay with it. I could tell myself we can just be friends but even I can't believe that one. Maybe we can keep it casual, friendship and sex, no strings. It has never worked in the past, but maybe this time I won't leave a broken heart when I leave.

I play out in my head how to go about this. I think I have it clear in my head, then I hear Riley laugh with someone down the bar. His head is thrown back and his eyes are sparkling, something in my gut twists. There's the fear, I knew it was in there somewhere.

Maybe I can't do this, I stand up and reach for my jacket. I feel the walls closing in, I need to get out of here. I turn but before I can even make it a step I feel a cool hand grab mine. I turn and see hurt and pleading in his eyes.

"Emmett, don't go." the twist is there again along with a funny flopping feeling. I remove my jacket and sit back down.

"Ok Riley." I am rewarded with a sweet smile, and more flopping.

"I only have another twenty on my shift. Pauls going to close tonight." it is a statement but it comes out sounding more like a question. He waits for me to respond.

"I'll be here, promise. I'm not going anywhere."