Jeff wasn’t sure it was freedom he wanted, but he was glad to be away from Derek. It was definitely something worth raising a glass to. He leaned against the smoked-glass facade, backlit with every color of the rainbow. One thing great about being gay, you didn’t have to be afraid to be loud and colorful. It was expected, and Jeff was perfectly happy to let his flamboyant side shine.
Handing Jeff a martini, Craig seemed to be looking beyond his friend as he held up his shot glass and downed a double Scotch.
Turning around briefly, Jeff saw a tanned brunet eyeing Craig. It was clear Craig picked up on the signal and was interested.
“Go for it.” Jeff took a sip of his drink to keep himself from biting his lip.
“No, that’s okay. We came to cheer you up.” Craig was saying all the right words.
“You need cheering, too, Mr. Unemployment Check.” Jeff nudged Craig’s shoulder with the tips of his fingers. He was surprised to see Craig tense at the touch. His friend had been jumpy all evening. “Go play. I’ll find someone who wants to dance.”
“The back room is big enough for more than just me and the bottom-boy du jour.”
Jeff offered a half-smile. “I’m sure it is, but I’m not ready. Dancing and flirting is my plan for tonight. If anything goes any further, it’ll be spontaneous.”
“Ever the romantic.” Craig’s eyes locked with the brunet’s, and he tilted his head toward the back of the club. The two walked through the hot, sweaty mass of men until they disappeared through a black-curtained doorway near the rear of the Music Box.
Jeff shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, hell. What’s wrong with me? Could I have my sights set on a more hopeless case?” Looking along the bar he spotted a beefy blond whose body and look were quite similar to Craig’s but with a bit more meat and muscle on his bones. “Well, you don’t have a runner’s build, but it’s just for tonight. Time for me to have a little fun. Maybe Craig knows something I don’t know.”
Making his way along the bar, Jeff approached his target. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“How about we check out the dance floor? They’re playing our song.”
“And what would that be?”
“Whatever the DJ has blasting through the speakers.” The guy winked, and Jeff sent his best come-hither glance his way, offering his hand.
He laughed at his own silly thoughts, remembering an old tune his mother used to play after his father left them. If you can’t be with the one you love, honey, love the one you’re with. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do for now.
“Let’s go, sweet prince. Our dance awaits.”
Chapter 4
CRAIG leaned against a wall in the back room of the Music Box. The cement was cool, a sharp contrast to the heat building within. Touch. All he wanted was touch and satisfaction. Not much to ask after getting the shaft from his dead-end job.
Brunet Boy ogled Craig, standing on his toes to reach up for a devouring kiss. It was hungry and heartless, just right.
“I’m—”
“No.” Craig gripped the guy by the nape of his neck crashing their lips together once more. He wanted no introductions. There were more important matters at hand. His cock wanted, and needed attention right now. Nothing more.
Squeezing and pressing his fingers gently on the kid’s shoulder was all it took. The dark-haired wonder with the now-swollen lips was down on his knees in a split second, deftly opening the button and zipper on Craig’s jeans with one hand. Good, someone who’s done this before.
As soon as he felt the air against his cock, Craig smiled. This was what he was after. “Let’s get down to business and make good use of our time.”
The twink looked up, grinning as he tenderly started to massage Craig’s balls.
“Ahh. Don’t make me wait.” Tonight was all about getting down and dirty.
When the kid’s tongue drew a trail from the base of his lengthening cock to the moist tip, Craig’s head fell back. The plan for the night was working out fine. Satisfaction guaranteed with minimum effort on his part.
It was just right until he heard a familiar voice a few feet away.
“I don’t see you around here much. Glad I’ll get to have a piece of you. Seems like my lucky night.”
Sam. He always attracted the hottest ass on the dance floor. Craig couldn’t figure out what they saw in him. He huffed. They saw the broadest shoulders, matched with the biggest bulge around.
Craig knew the tricks all loved his own long dick, but when they wanted to scream in ecstasy there was no question who the prize would be. Sam was hung, and when he was hard, his cock was so long and thick it sent chills through every bottom in the city. If Sam hadn’t picked the law as his chosen profession, he would have been a very successful porn star. Craig had never watched a video that could hold a candle to Sam’s well-endowed dick coupled with the sounds he made when he shot.
“Keep going, kid. Feels great.” Trying to stay focused on the business at hand, Craig ran his fingers through the boy’s hair, resting there, threaded between the locks to keep him going. “Don’t make me wait.” He loved seeing someone worshipping his erect cock. There was a charge he only got when he knew they were his, and only his, for the moment.
Looking down, Craig watched the kid smile around his erect member. He was doing amazing things with his tongue, circling it slowly around the head. The velvet texture adding just the right pressure. It was wet and seductive at the same time. “Fuck!” The twink clearly had practice.
Although he tried to block him out, Craig couldn’t help but hear the unmistakable sounds of Sam’s pleasure. He was definitely enjoying himself too. “Yeah, baby. Move those
