Page 130 of String Boys
Vashti turned around and then shoved Kelly out of the way. Edgar stumbled by, his fist coming down, because apparently he’d been swinging at Kelly while his back was turned.
“Classy,” Kelly muttered, tripping him so he’d go sprawling.
Edgar hit the floor on his hands and knees, and Kelly turned back to his boss and friend. “Man, I gotta get out of here,” he begged. “Like… like now. Thanks for the drinks, but….” He was almost crying. Even Edgar’s warmth had felt inviting—and it hadn’t been invited in the least.
His body was crying out for a lover’s touch, and here it was, for free in every corner of the dance floor. Only he couldn’t afford to take it.
“Yeah.” Vashti scowled at Edgar and grabbed Kelly by the elbow, hauling him toward the door. “No worries. You want to go somewhere else?”
Kelly shook his head. He did, but he didn’t want to tell Vashti where. “I’m gonna go home,” he said, his voice still projecting above the crowd. “Thanks for the drinks, man. So much. You’re a good friend.”
Vashti gave him a crooked smile. “That’s nice of you to say, given my boyfriend just groped you without consent.” His smile faded. “Text me tomorrow. You can commiserate with me on being newly single.”
Kelly closed his eyes and hugged his friend, hard.
Hard enough for Vashti to feel what was going on in his tight jeans. Vashti pulled away with raised eyebrows and too much hope. “You, uh, sure you don’t want to, uh, commiserate with me?”
Kelly shook his head and backed away. “Tomorrow!” he promised, and then ran from the club the same way he’d run into it.
Like he was running from his problems and couldn’t go fast enough.
Ever.
The wait for the Uber gave him a chance to cool down, and he was almost coherent when the driver got to him.
“A cheap hotel,” he said. “Someplace not gross. Just not home.”
“Know a place,” the guy said. “Five-dollar ride, ninety-nine a night.”
A chain hotel, near the airport—it was all Kelly needed. He checked in and practically ran for the room and slammed the door behind him as he stripped off his club clothes and jumped in the shower.
His cock stayed hard in the shower, and he barely dried off. Just stripped down the bed and grabbed his phone, still naked, throwing himself on top of the sheets with the little bottle of complimentary lotion in his other hand.
He didn’t even have time to open the lotion.
He just closed his eyes, thought of Seth, grabbed his cock, and stroked.
One, two, three,fuck! The first jets of come hit his chin, and he rolled to his side, still twitching, stillhard, but now maybe a little bit more able to think.
He took enough time for a couple of sobbing breaths, still shaking with the aftermath, with the need that had not stopped thrumming under his skin. Then he wiped his hands on the sheets, moved so his head was on the pillow at least, and texted Seth.
What are you doing right now?
Composing in my room.Seth was living in a boarding house of sorts with other musicians—and suddenly the time difference hit Kelly.
You were up at four in the morning!Because that’s when he’d texted, right?
Yeah. Woke up horny. Was thinking of you.
Kelly’s strangled laugh rattled in the darkened hotel room.
I’m naked and alone in a hotel room right now for the exact same reason.
His phone buzzed in his hand—Skype.
Kelly hit the picture with one hand and reached for the lamp by the side of the bed with the other. When the light came on, he looked into Seth’s sleepy-eyed gaze and smiled for the first time in three days. The tension bled out of his body in a rush, but the arousal remained.
“Oh God,” Seth rasped. “Instant boner. Gimme a sec.”
