Page 14 of Hidden Plays
Was he happy to see me? I chuckled. Hell no. My hard on in the medical room still embarrassed him. He’d barely spoken to me after that. “Hey, Holden.” I stepped to him, hopping on my toes. “Are you ready to do this?”
“Of course.” With a deep inhale, he raised his chin. “Like I said, I’m not homophobic. I can handle this.”
“Okay.” Like the way he handled my boner tonight? I twisted my arm around his. “Let’s get into character. You’re my boyfriend now, and you don’t want any men touching me. Right?” This would be so much fun watching him squirm.
“Yeah, whatever.” His gaze trailed over me. “You look, um, nice.” He bit his lower lip, his cheeks flushing.
“Thank you, so do you.” I guided him toward the stairs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d totally think you were gay.” Would he take it as a compliment?
“Okay.” Swelling his chest, he held his head high as we approached the stairs. “So what will we do in there?” As we stopped at the end of the line, he eyed a tall twink standing in front of us.
“We’ll go in, get a drink, and shoot the shit. I’ll photograph myself on the dancefloor, so the guys will think I’m having the time of my life, and we’ll leave.” My attention drew to the twink, eye-fucking me. Here we go.
“Hey, are you two together?” The twink gave me a flirtatious smile and touched my forearm.
“We are.” Holden shifted his stance and pushed me behind him. “He’s my boyfriend.” His throat dipped with a hard swallow.
Holy fuck. A soft giggle sprang from my throat. This was hilarious. I needed to keep my mouth shut and watch.
“He is, huh?” The twink swayed his head, peering around Holden. “Lucky you.” He tapped his fingers on his lips. “Threesome? I’d love to be the cream in your donut.”
Holden’s eyes widened. “Uh, no.” Shaking his head, Holden pressed his lips together. “We don’t cheat.”
“Oh, honey, having a threesome isn’t cheating.” The twink clucked his tongue and walked up the stairs, following the line.
Turning to me, Holden whispered, “Do you gay men have a lot of threesomes?”
“They can. I’ve done it once or twice. It’s fun.” Except it always fucked with my need for connection. I wouldn’t admit that to Holden. I glanced up the stairs. The line progressed, but the place would be in full swing once we were inside.
“I don’t, uh, I’ve never had a threesome.” Hooking an arm around my waist, he clung to my side and kept his gaze on the stairs.
My lips curled. He was feeling uncomfortable. I leaned against his hard body, and my chest warmed. What the hell was wrong with me? I hated this guy. Being here with him wasn’t supposed to make me feel good. It was to prove a point. Okay, and get my roommates off my ass.
After moving through the line, we showed our IDs and stepped into the bar.
Holden stopped, his gaze winding through the flashing lights, the men chatting, kissing and grinding on each other, bouncing to the beat of the techno dance music. “Holy fuck.” His grip on my waist tightened. “Is it always like this?”
“Pretty much. At least it was the other two times my friends dragged me in here.” I brushed his bangs off his paling face. He was scared shitless. With a sharp laugh, I said, “Ithought you could handle this? You look like you’re about to pass out.”
He gaped, and his gaze swept to mine, his jaw clenching. “I’m fine. It’s not a problem.”
A heavily muscled man carrying shots approached, his Speedo straining. “Would you like to try a Sex on the Beach shot made with coconut vodka? It’s on the house.” He picked up a small plastic shot glass, the colorful drink dripping down the side.
“Sure.” Holden snatched the drink and downed it. “How many are on the house?”
“For you, big boy? I’d give you three.” The Speedo guy trailed his gaze over Holden. “For a kiss.”
“A-a kiss?” Holden cut his gaze to mine, darting it over my face. “Uh, but I have a boyfriend.”
“He won’t mind. Will you?” Speedo guy touched my chest and smirked. “It’s only a kiss.”
“I don’t mind.” As a full-blown smile spread over my face, I pushed Holden toward Speedo guy. This was too much fun.
“O-okay, uh, babe, I guess it’s okay then.” Grabbing two more shots from the tray, he tipped them back, one after the other.
Speedo guy wrapped his hand around Holden’s nape and leaned in, pressing his lips against Holden’s.
With his eyes popping open, Holden squirmed and dropped the plastic glasses to the floor, his hands fisting and opening. Muffled sounds squeezed from his throat and after a moment, he shoved Speedo guy’s chest, pushing him backward. “Holy fuck.” He drew deep breaths and swiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
