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take whatever you dish out, but you're not going to get better results if you hit him harder or with something more intimidating, you know what I mean? He's just not like that.
    You'd do better just to keep him off guard, stay unpredictable. Seems like you figured that out already. Hm ...
    the sensory thing, blindfolds are fine, gags, ear plugs, just not all at once, he'll freak."
    Tobias nodded. "Makes sense. He reacted really well to gentle stimulation and praise-I held him and he calmed really well." He thought about that for a moment, staring at the back wall. "Actually I think I got more of a response out of 49

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    him with one kiss than I did fucking his mouth." Tobias pondered that absently, swirling his drink and smoking steadily.
    "You kissed him?" Brett lit up a cigarette as well. "Maybe I need to change my technique." He snorted. "He's very sensual, it doesn't surprise me. I've gotten him to beg by refusing to touch him at all. I've talked him into coming just standing behind him and talking in his ear." Brett sighed.
    "Fuck, I miss him sometimes. He's complicated and demanding, but he'll be good to you."
    Tobias closed his eyes against the image of talking Noah into an orgasm. Oh, dear Lord, he really had to go home to somewhere sane. The farm, that would help. "He earned the kiss," he said, stubbing out the cigarette. "I have no idea if I have what he wants, or if he'd know it if I do. In any event, it's up to him now." He drained his glass and waved the bartender over. "Have the desk call my car, please," he said, then he turned to Brett again. "Have you tried to work with him again?"
    "No, we decided that we make better friends. He won't trust me; he wants to, but he can't. I don't blame him." Brett said, stubbing out his cigarette.
    Speaking of the devil, Tobias thought, catching sight of Noah in the mirror.
    "This is cozy," Noah said, stopping between them and looking them both in the eye purposefully. "Learning anything?" he asked Tobias. He looked pleasantly disheveled.
    He'd left his shirt untucked and hadn't put his vest back on.
    He had Tobias' pager number in his fingers.
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    "Yes, actually." Tobias stood up. "Thank you, Brett, for the talk and the cigarette." He turned to Noah and nodded, schooling his features as best he could, considering the Scotch. "And thank you, again. I had a wonderful birthday."
    "Oh ho! I thought the birthday boy was supposed to get the spanking," Noah remarked, smirking. "Let me guess, twenty-nine again?"
    Tobias inclined his head slightly. "Forty-one, whelp. And I thought it was the smart ass who got the spanking-oh, wait, it was." Behind him he heard Brett snicker and mutter something that sounded vaguely like "not hard enough, apparently".
    Tobias gestured to the slip of paper with one hand, doing up his jacket with the other. "Use it if you like, Noah," he said seriously.
    "Hey, don't let me break this up," Noah protested, "I was just leaving." He waved the pager number in front of Tobias and slipped it into his back pocket. "I need a shower. Some guy came in my hair." He winked, then sauntered a little stiffly out of the bar.
    Tobias grinned a little. "It's a good look on him," he said to Brett. "I've really had too much to drink."
    Brett snickered into his beer, and Nikki appeared at Tobias'
    elbow. "Tobias, your car has arrived, sir," he said a bit nervously.
    "Thank you, Nikki," he replied as gently as he could. The boy looked like he'd fly apart at anything resembling a less than polite response. "Think he'll call me?" he asked Brett.
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    Brett shook his head and grinned. "There's no telling with him. But he made a joke at your expense just now; I'd say that's a positive sign."
    "Ah, but is that a good thing?" Tobias asked rhetorically.
    He waved and left the bar, stopped to say goodnight at the desk. He still