Page 17 of Hidden Plays
The guy lifted his hands. “Okay, damn, don’t have to berude.” The guy danced behind another man and repeated his actions.
JJ pushed a leg between mine, our bodies flush, and his gaze rose. “You totally sounded straight right then.” He snickered, hooking his arm around my hips, cupping my ass, and swaying to the beat.
Oh, fuck…His hot cock pressed against mine through the jeans fabric we wore. “What are you doing?” Was hegrindingon me? Is this what gay men called grinding? The pressure teased me, and my dick once again rose to the occasion.
“We’re dancing. We’re supposed to be boyfriends, so we should act like it.” JJ thrust his hips, his firm cock rubbing against mine.
I shut my eyes, fighting the feel of his hard body against me, the pleasure winding tightly in my gut. This wasn’t happening. “JJ, grinding with you on the…”
He squeezed my ass.
A moan slipped from my throat as my dick twitched inside my briefs. “Stop…stop it, JJ.” I couldn’t enjoy this. But any guy would get off if someone rubbed their dick, right? It was a purely physical reaction. Nothing more.
JJ halted his movements and gazed at me with dark eyes. “What’s wrong?” His swollen lips lifted on one side, and his breath whispered across my cheek. “Can’t take the heat?”
I croaked, “When—” Clearing my throat, I said, “When will you take those photos for your friends?” I stepped back, my balls aching.
“Right now.” JJ slipped his phone from his pocket and held it up. “Here. You take it.”
“Okay.” I opened the camera app and aimed.
JJ broke out in a wide grin, throwing his hands in the air and swaying his hips. “Do I look like I’m having a good time and dancing?” He giggled.
“Sure.” I snapped a few shots and eyed the door. “Done?” Icouldn’t leave soon enough. It would take a few days to process everything that had happened tonight.
“Sure.” JJ took his phone and peered at the photos. “We should get a few more at the bar, maybe with a beer in my hand?” He twisted around.
“Wait.” He couldn’t just leave me here. Snatching his hand, I pulled him back. “Wait for me, damn it.”
He stopped, gave me a wicked smile, and squeezed my hand. “Of course not. It would be like leaving a lamb with the wolves.”
Following him to the bar, we found a pair of open stools and sat down. Did I dare order another beer? I should probably have water.
When the bartender strolled toward us, JJ ordered two more beers.
I elbowed him. “Hey, I shouldn’t drink any more. I have to drive home.” I lived only a mile or so away, but still.
“Leave your car. Take an Uber.” JJ paid as the bartender set our beers down. “This one’s on me.” He lifted the beer. “To new boyfriends.”
With a huff, I tapped my beer against his. “New fucking boyfriends.” After drinking the beer, heat radiated over my back. What the fuck now?
“Hey, handsome,” a deep voice said behind me, tickling the hair on my neck.
I turned.
A muscled man in leather shorts and a harness stood next to me, giving me a coy grin. “I haven’t seen you in here before.” As his gaze roamed my body, he licked his lips.
“That’s because this is my first time here.” Fuck, was I giving myself away? Where was JJ? I peeked behind me.
JJ watched with a smirk settled on his lips.
The fucker wouldn’t help me. “I, uh, I have a boyfriend.” Might as well put it out there. Damn, was this how women felt in straight bars? Guys could be leeches sometimes.
“So?” Leather Man glanced at JJ and up-nodded at him. “Hedoesn’t seem to mind.” He landed his big palm on my thigh and slid it upward, his pinky brushing my balls.
Jesus fucking Christ. Would my dick react to this, too? I breathed in deeply. Nope, nothing. So, only JJ brought it to life? What the hell?
“Dude, I do mind.” JJ hopped off his stool and stepped around me, coming chest to chest with Leather Man. “Lay off.” He shoved the man’s shoulder.
