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Andrew snorted. “Roommates, huh?” He folded his arms over his chest, eyeing them with that motherly glare he often gave “his boys,” as Andrew called them all.
“Yes, we are. And before you freak out,Mother, we are getting a two-bedroom so that we have our own space, that one degree of separation if needed.” Chris wrapped his arm around Linc’s side, pulling him close.
“Goddamn, I love it when you get all possessive.” Linc purred and Chris had a vision of the two of them in various stages of undress, fucking in one of the cages at Club Berlin.
“Stop that.” Andrew snapped his fingers in Chris’s face.
He swatted the hand away. “Stop what?”
“Looking at your boyfriend like he’s a piece of meat and you’re starving; we’re already running late. As for you two moving in together, well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You two seem to do everything backward and at light speed.” Andrew placed a hand on Linc’s shoulder, the other on Chris’s as he often did when talking to them. “I want you to be sure you’re certain. I don’t think I’ve seen either of you as happy and carefree as you are when you’re with each other, but living together is a big step. Just take it slow, and allow each other the time to acclimate, okay?”
Chris and Linc grabbed Andrew and jerked him in between them, hugging him tightly. Andrew laughed out loud and quickly returned the hugs, kissing each of them on the forehead. “Yes, Mom!” they both sang out, then turned and ran out the door with Andrew and Mattie following close behind.
Chris stopped on the bottom porch step, looking over his shoulder just in time to see Mattie grab Andrew before they reached the screen door and pull him close. Mattie stood on his tiptoes to give his partner a quick kiss. “I love you, Andrew.”
“I love you too, Matthew.” Andrew smiled at him.
He watched the exchange and knew in his heart of hearts that he and Linc would share that kind of love. Linc and Mattie jumped and shrieked, Chris and Andrew cursing when Victor laid on the horn.
“Calm the fuck down, Dracula. We’re coming,” Chris called out. Victor flipped them off and revved the engine. Soon they were on their way into the city, the J. Geils Band blaring through the speakers, everyone but Victor singing the words to “Centerfold” at the top of their lungs.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Meet and Greet
The six of them had a nice, quiet dinner at Del Frisco’s before they headed to Club Berlin. Standing out on the sidewalk with the flashing lights and rhythmic music, Chris thought back to the first time he stood in that exact same spot, how much his life had changed since that fateful night. He’d been living in the city for years, walked down that street so many times, and yet he never even noticed the place. No longer the sad, depressed, unemployed, lonely single guy with just two friends and a piss-poor outlook on life, now he was happy and surrounded by friends—no, family. This crazy group of guys he’d met just a short while ago had wormed their way into his heart, and he couldn’t imagine his life without every single one of them in it. Especially Linc.
Linc looked over his shoulder. “You coming, babe?” He held his hand out and waited for Chris to take it. Chris smiled and nodded, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and following him into the club, winking at the same bouncer that checked his ID the first time he came.
The first thing Chris noticed when they walked in was that it was far more crowded than it had been the last time. Victor led them all to a roped-off area in the rear. There was a big guy standing guard, probably to keep anyone that wasn’t supposed to be there from slipping in. Kory, Gabe, and Dusty were already there, dancing in a cage at the far end of the bar, dressed in nothing but jockstraps, tube socks, and tennis shoes that glowed in the dark. They also had various markings, drawings, and lines covering their bodies in neon body paint.
The VIP area they were in was roped off with a bar on one side, couches and chairs along the length of the wall on the other, and a walkway that ran down the middle of the room, ending at the cage the guys were dancing in. Chris, Linc, and Mattie headed to the bar for a drink while Victor and Andrew went out into the club to work the room. Chris’s attention was drawn to a poster pinned to the wall next to the bar.
Love on the Docks
Join the guys of All Cocks at Club Berlin for a meet and greet with models Kory, Ashton, Jordan, and the troublesome threesome…Gabe, Kris, and Linc, who will be featured in the first All Cocks original movie,Love on the Docks, releasing next month.
And there, in black and white, were the snapshots each one of them used on the “Meet the Models” page of the website, along with a larger image in color of Gabe, Chris, and Linc from the scene they’d shot. There were also images from various other videos: Kris and Gabe by the pool, Linc and Gabe in the room they shot the threesome scene in, and the main image was a picture of V.A.M parked at the dock. He wrapped his arms around Linc, pulling his body close and whispering in his ear. “Wow, this is quite the presentation.” Linc grinned up at him, waggling his eyebrows.
“Well, if it isn’t Kris Alen himself!” a familiar voice called out, loud enough to be heard over the thumping bass. Chris turned and waved his friends over, motioning to the gorilla at the roped-off entrance to let them in. Max kissed Michael on the cheek and headed to the bar while Michael and Colton walked over to Chris and Linc. Hugs were exchanged as introductions were made. “Michael this is Lincoln, my boyfriend. Linc this is my best friend in the entire world, my guardian angel, Michael.” The two men bypassed handshakes and went straight for an embrace.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Lincoln; I’ve been anxious to see the guy that stole this one’s heart,” Michael joked, winking at Chris and taking the drink Max handed him. “Thanks, babe. Max, love, this is Lincoln, Chris’s boyfriend.” They talked for a while, Colton pouting until he too was introduced to Linc.
“We have to go mingle, guys—we’ll be back soon.” Chris took Linc’s hand, leading him out into the crowded club.
For the next hour, Chris shook more hands and got hit on more than he ever had in his life. The same could be said for Linc—hell, they even got several offers to be bookends for a few extremely excited fans. Chris’s fingers were sore from signing so many autographs, and Linc swore his cheeks hurt from smiling for picture after picture. “Yeah, well, my cheeks hurt too, babe, and I ain’t talking ’bout the ones you can see!” Chris yelled over the music. Linc gave him a confused look. “The fucking waiter pinches my ass every damn time he walks by!” Chris sounded really pissed, but all Linc could do was laugh at the comment, which made Chris smile.
A new song floated through the club, and Linc started bouncing on his toes. “I love this song! Dance with me?” He was already dragging Chris through the sea of bodies toward the area where everyone was dancing. Chris recognized the song, “Talking Body” by Tove Lo. He expected Linc to turn around once they reached the dance floor, but instead he backed up into him, lifting his hands in the air, hips swaying to the beat.
Everyone else in the crowded club disappeared as soon as Linc was up against him, grinding his ass into Chris’s groin. Linc reached up and wrapped his hands around Chris’s neck, pulling him close, body arching as he slowly gyrated his hips. Chris ran his hands around Linc, holding him close, bracing his hands on Linc’s thighs, digging his fingers in, loving the way Linc’s muscles flexed, straining the against the denim. They moved as one, matching the rhythm of the music with every motion. All Chris could see, hear, or feel was the music and Linc. He leaned down, gently biting Linc’s shoulder, still moving his hips, keeping pace with Linc and the song. Linc moaned loud enough that even over the bass that was rattling the windows Chris heard it, and it made his dick even harder.
The beat slowed as did the verse of the song, and Linc turned to face him, dragging his hands around Chris’s body, slipping them into the pockets of his jeans. Leisurely, they moved with the music, Linc’s luminous brown eyes smiling up at him, making Chris feel like the luckiest person in the world to have this man by his side. He ran his hands up Linc’s chest, grabbing the collar of Linc’s shirt and jerking him closer. He mouthed the words of the chorus, watching Linc’s pupils dilate from just the words,If you love me right, we fuck for life, on and on and on.
Their foreheads and noses were touching, mouths so close. Chris barely brushed his lips over Linc’s, pulling away when Linc moved forward in an attempt to seal them together. Linc brought his arms up and wrapped them around Chris’s neck before running his fingers through his hair. He smiled at Linc as he bent and kissed him again, this time briefly making contact. It was short and chaste, and Chris pulled back when he was reminded by a room full of cheering, clapping, screaming people that they weren’t alone. They were so wrapped up in each other, neither one of them realized the song had ended.
Chris laughed when Linc’s face flushed red. They slowly moved through the crowd toward the VIP area where the rest of their friends were, stopping to talk to fans and sign a few more autographs. Linc put his foot down and adamantly said “Hell, no” when one guy unzipped his pants, popped his dick out, and asked Chris to sign it. Linc glared at the guy while Chris laughed so hard, he thought he would piss himself.
“Just you wait till I get you home, Mr. Alen.” Linc attempted to glare at him, the crooked smile a dead giveaway that he was not even remotely upset.
