Page 85 of Four for a Boy

Chad got lost in the sensation, kissing back harder, and running his hands up Romeo’s chest, then over his muscular shoulders to wrap around his neck. Romeo groped Chad through his pants, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted Romeo’s hand on his bare skin. He wanted it caressing him.He wanted to wrap his legs around Romeo and cling on as fingers breeched his body and he didn’t care who witnessed it.

“Touch me.” He spoke the words against Romeo’s mouth. The music was too loud for Romeo to hear his plea. Chad drew back, still blind to everything else going on around him. He reached back for Romeo’s hand touching him up and squeezed until Romeo groped him some more.

Chad shivered as Romeo’s nail scatched his lower back as he hooked his thumb over the top of Chad’s pants.

“Fuck…”

Chad arched his back.

He wanted that hand down the back of his pants. He wanted it to tease him in the same gentle manner Romeo used his kisses, and then he wanted Romeo to drop the pretense and push his fingers inside.

A jolt woke Chad from his lust. He pulled his mask down and glanced at the person who’d knocked into them. ADoctor Carterapologized. Romeo tugged the man close by his doctor scrubs and hissed something into his ear that had him paling and leaving the dancefloor.

Romeo pulled Chad back to his chest.

“What did you say to him?” Chad asked.

“I told him if he does that again, I’d do to him what I did to the real Doctor Carter…”

Doctor Cartergot stopped by Dean on the way off the dancefloor. They were too far away for Chad to hear what was said, but Dean narrowed his eyes in Romeo’s direction.

“We should leave,” Chad said.

Romeo pulled Chad away from the dancefloor, sinking into the depths of the club. The corridor led to the exit, and Chad exhaled in relief, but it was short-lived.

Romeo pushed open the toilet door and dragged Chad inside.

His hand shot up to the back of Chad’s neck and forced him into an empty cubicle.

“What happened to leaving?”

“We left the dancefloor.”

Romeo pinned Chad’s front to the side of the cubicle. Chad’s mask pressed painfully into his cheek. “Romeo…”

Chad’s shirt buttons went flying when Romeo ripped it open. He ran his hands down Chad’s chest, stopping at the buttons on his jeans. He made quick work of them despite the shake in his fingers and tugged them and Chad’s boxers down.

Chad didn’t attempt to stop him. He leaned his ass back into Romeo’s crotch and closed his eyes.

Something clattered on the tiles.

Chad glanced down and saw Romeo’s mask looking up at him. A sweat-covered Romeo appeared over his shoulder. His dark hair had curled slightly under the humidity, and his forehead shone.

He wiped it on the back of Chad’s shirt.

“We can’t do this here.”

Romeo’s belt jangled. He worked his own pants down his legs.

“We are doing this here … you knew it the second I pushed you into this cubicle.”

“What if someone comes in?”

Romeo locked the door. “Happy?”

“Not really.” Chad licked his lips. “Dean is suspicious.”

“I don’t care.”

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