Page 30 of Hidden Desires
He smirked.
Ace punched him in the arm.
“Stop being a jackass. You can’t tell me that you don’t get horny when sucking back a few.” Ace raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, bad choice of words.”
Blade chuckled. “Yeah, of course I do. And it’s not the hand job that’s got me all twisted up inside my head.”
Ace stopped moving and glanced up at him.
Blade was a solid six feet, whereas Ace was only five-ten. While the height difference may not be much, every inch counted when it came to height and cock sizes.
“So what is it, then?” Ace asked, staring at him like a confused little puppy.
“I’ve done threesomes with dudes before and even accidentally touched a dick or two in the day. I don’t give a shit about that. But what I do give a shit about is your brother.”
Ace took a step back.
“My brother? What’s he got to do with this?”
Blade shot him a glance that should have made things very clear.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t exactly want your brother shooting me in the face whenever he finds out that his baby brother played with my dick.”
Ace’s mouth dropped open. The look of shock suddenly transformed into anger. The change was almost instantaneous.
“So, you are acting all weird because you’re afraid of my brother? Seriously, you need to grow a pair, dude."
Blade shook his head. That was only partially true.
Yes, he was concerned that Marcus would shoot him in the face whenever he eventually found out that he blew his load all over his little brother’s hand, but he was also afraid that his feelings for Ace would continue to grow.
He knew that he could never be with the guy. First off, Marcus would disappear his ass, and secondly, he wasn’t ready to come out to the guys.
He’d spent his entire life hiding who he really was, afraid of someone finding out and judging him, like he had been so many years ago. The fallout had been horrendous.
“Ow!”
Blade chuckled. It was the second time in five minutes that Jerry stubbed his toe on the metal rail next to the couch. They were a stumbling mess of hormones and mixed curiosities.
It wasn’t Jerry’s fault. The trailer was small and not equipped for the activities they were attempting to perform.
They were in Blade’s trailer, the living quarters that he and his father shared while traveling across the States, performing in the Winter Brothers Circus.
Blade had started performing alongside his father. They were a father-son dagger-throwing act that was starting to get rave reviews.
Theon, one of the owners of the circus, predicted that by the end of the season, they would be popular enough to begin headlining some of their shows. Shows in cities that tended to enjoy hunting and knife play. Those tended to be Southernly located states—states which tended to frown upon what Jerry and he were currently doing.
Or attempting to do.
Jerry was the same age as Blade, and the two had grown rather fond of each other over the past few months. What had started as a joke eventually turned into teasing, then some casual touching, until they finally ended up here—horny, hard, and trying to suck the sexual tension off each other’s faces.
“Watch yourself,” Blade chuckled, leaning up to give Jerry another kiss.
He just couldn’t get enough of the guy’s lips. They were rough and chapped and just as eager to explore his lips as well.
Kissing a man was different then kissing a girl. He had kissed girls before, and they were soft and sweet, but never as exciting as kissing Jerry. There was something about kissing Jerry that…
“I’m trying to, but the damn pole keeps pocking me in the ass.”
