<span style="font-size: 12px">Regardless of how many times Duncan had insisted that he wanted a quiet celebration for his birthday, his friends weren't having it. Considering that he was turning twenty-one, they'd naturally planned a night of total debauchery. It wasn't that Duncan hated the idea of exploring the exciting world of legal drinking and strip joint visits, it just seemed somewhat intimidating. Then again, most social situations were intimidating, as Duncan was a total klutz with a tendency to embarrass himself easily. Of course there were going to be some nerves relating to going to a strip club teeming with hot dudes. <br/>
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The ride to the club was full of loud music and cheerful laughter. Duncan's worries began to dissolve, especially after the group went inside and got a glass or two of liquid courage in him. The poppy dance music coming from the speakers put a spring in his step. the half-finished margarita in his hands spilling over the sides slightly as he danced along with the songs. Despite all his anxieties, dancing with friends and ogling the scantily-clad men turned out to be lots of fun. At some point, he was encouraged to sit in a leather chair, his closest friend Ashley adding that she had an extra special surprise for him. Duncan had a good idea of what was coming next, he'd seen enough movies. The only thing he didn't expect to see was a strikingly familiar face approaching him. <br/>
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Duncan's older brother Michael was a pretty popular guy, so he always had friends coming in and out of the house when they were younger.  Duncan, being a closeted boy with repressed homosexual urges, often found himself trying to weasel his way into his older brother's friendships. He'd hang out in the room when Michael would bring boys around, Duncan trying to pluck at a guitar or show off his skills on a video game to impress them. It never really worked, most of them were straight. There was one friend in particular, however, that Duncan had taken a special liking to, and that was Kyle Taylor. Michael hung out with him often, and Duncan would have been lying to himself if he said that he didn't get weak in the knees every time he saw him. Not only was Kyle hot, he also had a cool personality that Duncan admired. It was a pretty severe crush, especially during his middle school years. After Michael moved out, Duncan lost contact with Kyle and the intensity of his feelings faded.<br/>
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However, many years later, Duncan still felt his legs turn to jello when he locked eyes with the stripper. Kyle had certainly filled out since the last time they'd seen one another, his scrawny body having become more muscular and toned. "Kyle? Wow." He blurted out, unable to contain his shock. Duncan's mouth went dry, so he took the opportunity to swallow a good portion of the margarita. His eyes flickered over towards Ashley, who patted him on the shoulder and whispered a happy birthday before ducking away, leaving Duncan and Kyle alone (well, as alone as they could be in a crowded club). Kyle being a stripper sounded like more of an erotic dream than reality. Almost mechanically, he used his free hand to paw around in the pocket of his jeans for some of the bills he'd brought. Duncan had to fight the urge to throw the money at him, instead leaning forward to place it in his hand. "This enough to get me dance?" He inquired, letting out an awkward, breathless chuckle. A part of Duncan wanted to gush about how they hadn't seen each other in ages, but he refrained. There were places for catching up, and a dark club with loud music wasn't exactly that.</span>