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wives or what?  They were pretty, but they looked hard, somehow.  Hard and cold, and they wore too much makeup for his tastes.
    So he turned back to Mark, his eyes soft with the booze.
    “No one's gonna have a working liver tomorrow,” he commented, his drawl thicker than ever.  He still wasn't great at hiding it at the best of times.
    He was surprised when Mark laughed, a low, sexy chuckle, rumbly and rough and dangerous.  Gavin shivered, and then, much to his own surprise, he lowered his head and rested it on Mark's shoulder.
    Mark had had at least one arm around him ever since the concert had ended, but this was the first time Gavin had actually returned any of the gestures.  He still thought Mark was probably up to something, but he was very drunk at this point and it felt nice.
    “Hmm.”  Mark made a surprised look, his hand running up Gavin's back, rubbing up his spine, in a way that made him shiver.  “Cuddly, aren't you?”
    Gavin considered that very seriously. 
    “Nah,” he decided.  And it was true, he wasn't, not usually.  Maybe in private, but not around his band, and Mark's, and those hard-eyed women.
    Mark smirked at him.
    “I beg to differ,” he commented, and Gavin frowned thoughtfully.  Was that Mark saying he didn't like it?  He raised his head, gazing into those remarkable gray eyes.
    “Okay, sorry.  I'll stop,” he said, his tone fairly easy.  He was too drunk to take anything badly right now.  The whole world had a lovely glow, and everything felt so good, it was hard to mind anything.
    Mark shook his head, a smirk still on those perfect lips of his.
    “Nah, don't stop.”  The older man seemed to be far less drunk than Gavin was, and it was then that he realized that Mark had been drinking only very lightly.  That seemed strange to him.  Out of character.
    Abruptly Mark rose to his feet, and Gavin, who had been perched on his lap, staggered and almost fell right to the floor.  In fact, he would have, if not for one of the members of Crossroads steadying him.  Liam, he was pretty sure.  Mark's brother.
    He smiled at him to thank him, and then Mark's arm was right back around his waist, tugging him away.
    “Come with me, pretty boy,” he said, and even drunk, Gavin knew that it was a horrible idea.  That couldn't stop him from going with him, though, stumbling after him into one of the suite's bedrooms.  He was aware of Liam watching them go, and even of the slightly worried look on his face, but he went anyway.
    Gavin watched as Mark flopped onto the bed, trying not to admire the long, muscular lines of his body.  He moved with a sort of grace and confidence that Gavin would love to be able to emulate, but knew he never could.  It didn't hurt that Mark was hot, of course, but there was more to it than that.
    “It's quieter in here.”  There was some sort of amusement in Mark's eyes that seemed almost malicious.  “We can talk.  Get to know each other.”
    From anyone else, that would have sounded like a promising sign.  Like maybe the initial hatred had faded, or something.  From Mark, though, Gavin didn't think that's what was going on.  Every word the other man spoke dripped with playful malice.  If Gavin weren't as drunk as he was, he would have been out of there.
    “So.  Do you have a girlfriend?”
    Mark's question seemed pretty personal to Gavin, he hadn't thought they were that close.  Far from it.  Considering it, though, through his foggy, fuzzy brain, there was really no reason for him to object, or to refuse to answer.
    “No.  I had one.  She broke up with me.  I wasn't ever around.”
    Gavin reached out, steadying himself on the back of a chair.  Not because of the mention of his ex, who he rarely thought about anymore.  He hardly had time for that.  No, it was simply because he might just fall over if he didn't.
    Mark smirked, then patted the bed beside him.
    “That's too bad.  You're so damn cute,” he said, and even in his