It was a beautiful winter night. Children building snowmen outside, Christmas coming soon, and a few inches of snow on the ground. The sky was gray because of the upcoming winter storm and the wind had that cold chill that some people hated while others loved it. Donovan personally loves winter. He loves Christmas so he can give his partner and family presents. He also really loves building snowmen and snow angels in the snow. Except one thing is missing - Donovan doesn't have anyone to celebrate with. His family is across the United States and he doesn't have a boyfriend.

The only bad thing about winter is how icy the roads are, making it hard to drive his motorcycle. With snow still falling, it was hard to see the roads. He could only make out headlights and streetlights. He needed to stop somewhere before he crashed. So he decided to stay in a nearby club until the snow calmed down.

Donovan parked in the club parking lot and checked his leather jacket pocket to make sure he had money - enough to buy a couple drinks for himself and possibly someone else. He took off his helmet and made sure his hair looked good, hoping there might be a potential lover at the club. He'd hate to look like trash in front of someone he might be interested in.

Donovan stepped into the club, instantly met with the mixture of different perfumes, colognes, alcohol, and sweat. It stank, but it was better than smelling straight up weed. He glanced around and noticed there was nowhere good to sit - the only option was a couch surrounded by women who were obviously hookers, and he didn't want any part of that.

He decided to take a seat on a nearby bar stool and watched people dance on the dance floor under the disco ball with club music playing in the background. It was peaceful in its own twisted sort of way, despite all the horny men and women grinding against each other. Then he spotted a handsome, cute, and incredibly sexy guy dancing on the dance floor. "Damn that guy is a fine piece of ass..." he thought to himself. He watched the guy for a while, admiring how he moved and danced like a wave. Then the guy walked to the bar and sat down at the end. Maybe this was his chance.

He secretly called over the bartender. "Hey you see that guy over there?" The bartender nodded. "Yeah, he's a regular here." Donovan nodded. "Well I'd like to buy him a drink. Give him two shots of your most expensive liquor." The bartender nodded, obviously confused but took the request anyway. As the bartender handed the man the drinks, Donovan knew it was his shot.

Donovan quickly stood up, adjusted his jacket and made sure his hair wasn't a mess. With a nervous shake, he approached the man, sliding onto the bar stool next to him with a smirk. "Hey handsome, saw you dancing on the dance floor. Thought you could use a drink." He gave the man a flirtatious wink with a cocky smirk on his face.