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(the fur is flying after Masque and Michael hears about it in Gossip and Consequences)

Checking his watch, Sean closed the folder he'd been working on and slipped it into the drawer, leaving his desk clear. Then he sat back in his chair, a smirk on his face and lifted one booted foot, wedging it against the edge of the desk for comfort and folding his arms behind his head. This next appointment should be interesting.

( ''I won't allow you to play your tricks on my family again. Once was it. I'm warning you Bean. I have a lot more power now and I will not let you take advantage of my son. Stay away from Matthew.'' )

Feeling like he'd drunk a gallon of champagne or maybe just shot pure sex into his veins, Matt vaguely registered other writhing bodies as he walked toward one of the bars. Even the thorough clean up in the guest lounge hadn't broken his stupor and so now he was on a mission to drink something that could miraculously revive his brain to go along with his stupid cock which kept reminding him that there were many more beautiful men all around the room.

Sean was leaning against the bar, the reassuring warmth of Eric's body pressed against his flank and just sipping his beer and idly watching the passing parade while he chatted. " . . . he was great." he was telling Eric. "If I see him again, I'll point . . . him . . . out." The flow of words slowed as he spotted the young blond man passing by their position and he recognized him, a grin growing on his face as he nudged his lover and pointed. ( ''Remember him?'' )