Neil excused himself as politely as possible and all but ran to the men's room, only to find an astonishing array of men in varying degrees of undress doing God knows what to God knows who.

Pressing himself as close to the wall as he could, he finally came to an open stall and locked himself inside. Some of what he saw frightened him. After fifteen years of marriage to the same woman, and a vicious woman at that, Neil had no reference point for this kind of experimentation with his own sex.

On the other hand, some of what he saw excited him. Way beyond the casual arousal of simply being stimulated by watching other people have sex in a semi-public place. What did that make him? Bi? Gay? If he walked out of here and never did another thing to further a relationship with Ned, would he still be.well, whatever it was that he was?

Suddenly he heard his name being called very softly. "Neil?"

Oh, God, he knew that voice. It was the boy, no, young man who had kissed him. What did he want?

"Neil, please.let me in." His voice held an urgency it didn't have before. What if someone was bothering him? Lusting after that sturdy young body? Longing to touch that soft, silken mass of hair that fell so charmingly into his eyes? Desperately wanting to kiss that sensual mouth that tasted like peppermint?

He closed his eyes and unlatched the door. Ned was leaning so hard on the door, he practically fell into the stall with Neil when it opened. Briskly turning on his heel, he carefully re-locked the door before facing the older man. "What's wrong?" Neil began to say, his mouth opening to utter those very words, in fact.

Ned captured his mouth in a movement so swift that Neil had no opportunity to protest. Nor could Neil break away from that heartbreakingly beautiful kiss for he found himself suddenly without power to do so.

When Ned's tongue penetrated the veil of chastity that Neil had inadvertently thrown over himself in declaring his ignorance, Neil gasped, allowing greater access to the depths that awaited further exploration. Ned' s hands wound themselves in and out of Neil's dark blond hair as they kissed. Neil's head fell back against the wall of the stall and his legs felt curiously weak.

Fast. Fast. Everything was happening so fast. Ned's hand probed below Neil's waist and cupped the erection that tented his pants. Ned swallowed Neil's groan, his wet lips tracing a path down his neck moments later. It was as if no thought existed in Neil's head that Ned did not know. As impossible as that sounded, Neil accepted it as given.

His fingers unzipped Neil's pants with a skill borne of long practice, but Neil did not have time to admire Ned's agility. Ned never stopped kissing Neil, not even as his fingers withdrew the thick, swollen length that rapidly made itself at home within Ned's hand.

"Did *she* ever do this for you?" Ned whispered.

Neil shook his head, his eyes closing involuntarily on a wave of feeling that left him dangerously close to coming.

Ned dropped to his knees, unmindful of his expensive pants, and took Neil's cock into his mouth. Alternately licking and sucking, Ned worshipped Neil's arousal with his tongue and his teeth. As he worked feverishly to bring Neil to the edge, Ned's hair fell into his face again.

Neil looked down and watched his dick disappear into the younger man's mouth over and over. He reached out a hand to push Ned's hair out of his eyes and Ned returned an impassioned look that nonetheless made Neil fear for his heart.

Ned caressed Neil's balls, feeling the growing tightness that proclaimed his imminent climax. Neil shuddered, meaning to blurt out a warning, but lost himself in the most incredible sex that he had ever had in his entire life.

Ned smiled shyly and applied himself to the task of cleaning up Neil's groin. By the time he was done, not a speck of come remained to be seen except for the splash that decorated the corner of Ned's mouth. Neil drew him up the length of his body and kissed him, the first contact that *he* had initiated since they met.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"No, really. I need to know."

"I had to. I just.had to."

Neil stroked the side of Ned's face, the smooth, unmarked skin so fresh and vibrant beneath his fingertips. "You're beautiful," Neil found himself whispering in a voice that clearly belonged to someone else.

"So are you." Ned's eyes were warm and affectionate and lit by an inner light that Neil could only guess at.

"Oh," Neil gasped. "This has all been terribly one-sided so far. Let me-"

Ned shook his head, his hair curving along his jawline like a jealous lover. "No need. Your pleasure was mine," he offered softly.

Neil bent his head and kissed him again. This was something he could get used to. No one had ever shown him that his pleasure could come first.

"Someday.will you tell me why?"

"Why what?"

"Why you picked me out of everyone here you could have had."

Ned waved his hand airily and said simply, "There *was* no one else here."

Neil's arms closed on nothing as he woke up. It was a dream. Nothing but a dream. But a person could build a life out of the right dreams.

Especially if he had the power to make them come true.

Neil picked up the phone and dialed the number Ned had given him in the club.

End