Nothing that happened that night had turned out the way he expected.

He hadn't expected to walk into the bar and see him sitting there.

He hadn't expected the look he had received in greeting.

He hadn't expected an invitation to join him.

He hadn't expected to match him shot for shot until being told to, "Follow me."

He hadn't expected to be pushed, willingly, to his knees by strong hands.

He hadn't expected to watch those same hands unbuckle and then unzip.

He hadn't expected this man's dick would be thrusting into his mouth tonight.

He hadn't expected to hear his name moaned while swallowing everything he had to offer.

He hadn't expected how it would end either.

"Go home, Ryan," was the command made while zipping and buckling up.

He had turned then and walked away.

"Horatio, wait!"

He had said again, "Go home," before rounding the corner and leaving him behind.

Ryan hadn't expected his night to turn out like this.