Page 10 of Burning Up

An hour later, Jack and Gray were still hanging around, waiting for him and Mason to finish cleaning up after they’d shooed the last customer out.

“So Mason tells us those hot boys have been after you to go dancing,” Jack said.

He snorted. “Boys? It’s not like you’re that much older.”

Jack scowled in mock offense. “They’re practically children. I’m a seasoned cop.”

Gray snorted and Jack shoved at his shoulder, but the big man didn’t even budge. It was good to see them joking around so easily. Jack had been shot at a crime scene several months ago, and his recovery, mental and physical had been rocky. But now he was working with a youth task force, and Gray was settling into his position as a vice detective.

“You both ready to get out of here?” Gray asked Mason, a sultry smile on his face.

“Soon,” Mason promised. He leaned over, kissed Gray and held on to him, turning it into more than just a peck.

Bryce couldn’t help but watch. Jack pulled Mason away from Gray so he could get in on the action. They were a fine-looking trio, and Bryce’s cock couldn’t help but respond to the stimulation.

Gray caught Bryce watching, but instead of looking annoyed, he just smiled. “You going to put those boys out of their misery?”

“They don’t look miserable to me.”

“Ha! They look like sad little puppies trailing after you,” Jack said.

Bryce shook his head. “I’m sure they can find someone to satisfy them or just take care of each other.”

Mason gave Bryce a look that said he pitied him for being so stupid. “They need a man who will take charge, especially the blond one.”

A shudder ran through Bryce. That’s exactly what he wanted to give them. “I don’t?—”

“Come on,” Jack said. “You know exactly what we mean.”

Gray actually fucking grinned. “It might even be worth the trouble they’ll cause you.”

That earned him another shove from Jack and an obviously manufactured look of outrage from Mason.

“Look, they’re hot, okay? But as much as I’d like to bend them over right here on the bar, I work with them, and I’ve only been here a few months. I’m not going to screw up my chance at a fresh start.”

Gray nodded, serious now. “Yeah, I get that.”

“Me too,” Jack agreed. “I could never have resisted Gray, but working together made it tough. I loved being his partner on the job, but being out is even better.”

Bryce wasn’t sure how to respond. These men had found a solution, but their position hadn’t been the same as his. He changed the subject like the coward he was. “Y’all get out of here, and I’ll finish up.”

“You sure?” Mason asked.

“Shut up and get moving,” Gray said, his words running over Mason’s.

Bryce didn’t have much left to do after he sent the three men on their way. A few minutes later, he let the manager know the bar was all set for the next day and grabbed his bag. It was two thirty now. All the clubs would be closed. There were a few guys he’d hooked up with when he first came to town. He had one of their numbers, but a random wee hours booty call smacked of desperation and they were probably either with someone or not interested. And Rollo, the beagle he’d rescued from a fire a few months back, would be a lot happier if he came straight home.

When he got home, knowing he wasn’t going to fall asleep any time soon, he changed into pajama bottoms, made himself a bowl of ice cream, and flopped down on the couch. Rollo jumped up and sat beside him, begging for a taste. Bryce let him lick some ice cream off his fingers. “You’re so damn spoiled.”

Rollo gave him that look that said, “Yep. And I’m loving it.”

Bryce scrolled through channels, but nothing struck his fancy until, on his second pass, he paused at an episode of some show he’d never seen and couldn’t stop watching, because some guy named Stiles had eyes and a smile just like Matt’s. At a commercial break, he discovered, embarrassingly, that he was watching Teen Wolf. God, he needed help.

But he didn’t turn the channel and soon a fantasy rolled in his head. In his mind, he was the detective questioning the young man, and then he wasn’t interested in talking anymore. He was interested in taking off Matt’s clothes, slowly, while he ordered him to stand still. At that point Bryce clicked the TV off, pushed Rollo off the couch, and shoved his pajama bottoms down so he could wrap a hand around his dick.

Toby joined Matt in Bryce’s fantasy, watching wide-eyed as Bryce bared Matt’s ass. Matt’s cock stood up and begged and Bryce sank to his knees, needing a taste. “Don’t move,” he ordered. Matt simply nodded.

Toby stepped closer. “Hold his hands behind his back,” Bryce told him.

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