The dimly lit bar is filled with the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses, but the two men at the corner booth have eyes only for each other. They've been flirting all night, the tension building with each shared smile and whispered word. Now, as the bar begins to empty, they lean in closer, their voices dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. The taller man's hand rests on the thigh of the shorter, his thumb tracing a slow, tantalizing path. The shorter man's breath hitches, his eyes fluttering closed as he leans into the touch. When they finally stand to leave, their bodies brush, sending a jolt of electricity between them. They make their way to the taller man's apartment, their steps quickening with anticipation, ready to continue their romantic homosexual sex.