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He lifted his head to discover that the stool next to him had been taken by one of the sinful beauties that haunted the place. Tall, short blond hair, eyes to die for and a smirk that was perfectly aware of all that. Dib lifted an eyebrow and said nothing. Sure, the kid was sexy, but he probably just wanted to live a twisted fantasy and sleep with someone that was almost Professor Membrane. He'd had his share of women, and some men, that had come to him with that suggestion. The boy pointed the pink letters on his black shirt, that clearly stated 'Hot as Sin'. Dib smirked.
Afraid some people will discover your presence here? Not came out to your parents, yet? Most people aren't even aware that the great professor Membrane has a son. Even less a gay one. Sin lifted his chin defiantly and ordered a shooter of vodka. He then gulped it and turned back to Dib with a challenging smirk. Also, I hate the groping hands. You never know who they belong to. There's plenty of beautiful people around, go for them, kid!
She must be terrible, that wife of yours. Dib frowned and gulped what was left of his beer, and asked the barman for something stronger. He took that moment to think, and when he started talking again, it was with a dull voice, devoid of any life.
All the other scientists pretended she had her eye on me, so I said "why not? And she's indeed all I said: smart, funny, beautiful, sweet… Everything a man could wish for. The perfect girlfriend. Soon turned out to be the perfect wife, then, the perfect mother. Sin pulled a face, but Dib didn't know if it was because of what he said, or because of the new vodka shooter the youngster had just gulped down.
The younger man pulled a face between confusion, shock and hilarity. Dib cut him before he could choose between all three.
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Now, you either leave, convinced that I'm batshit crazy, and I won't resent you. Or you stay to hear the tale. Your choice. Heck, I could have thrown a live alien at their feet and they would have found "scientific explanations". Anything but to admit that I could be right. A formidable opponent.
The only one that gave any kind of meaning to my life, and I only admitted it to myself when it was too late. He'd left Earth, never to return, and left me to my miserable human life. I started studying "real science", and it made my dad so happy that I just couldn't go back to what I was before. I'd become… normal. Dib only gulped down the remainder of his beer.
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He was about to say something, when he frowned, and took a buzzing cell-phone from his pocket. He threw a look at the caller ID, frowned, threw a sideway glance at Sin, and seemed to think for a moment. Then, just before the third buzz stopped, he opened the cell and answered, pressing his hand against his other ear. I know, but I found an old school friend and we were thinking of going to a place nearby- Wait, say that again?
Can't hear you, my battery must be low — What? I hear nothing- Bye baby, gotta go! He hung up, his face divided between a dark smile and bitterness. He finally chose the smirk, and turned back to Sin. I feel kinda low, lying to her like that, so I hope you'll make it worth my while.
Sin took in the predatory look that was aimed right at him, and shivered. His hand gripped his last glass and he realized that it was empty. Tell me, Sin, what was your goal, tonight? Sin backed up a bit, not liking the sudden closeness and the way Dib's breath reeked of beer. But he was too drunk himself at the moment to stop this, and there was a pull inside his guts that just wanted to surrender to the older man's hungry stare. The teenager didn't protest when Dib pulled him to his feet, stabilized him, and steered him out of the dancing crowd.
He was kept close to the older man's body, and realized he just couldn't say no to those imperative hands. Dane Scotland—brilliant programmer, millionaire, partner in my brother's company—is going to a big-money meeting, and he needs to look the part. The problem? Dane doesn't want a makeover. He's grumpy and reclusive, and his wardrobe consists of two pairs of old jeans. He doesn't want me anywhere near him.
Did I mention that he's my brother's best friend? And that no one knows exactly what Dane and I got up to ten years ago? The nerd I knew is gone—Dane ditched his glasses and bulked up. Now he's six-foot-plus of hot genius, but I can be professional. I can definitely keep my hands off him.