gripped Lucas’s hips as he drove in and out, deeper each time. He hit exactly the right spot, and Lucas cried out as his body tingled with waves of pleasure. Nate repeated the motion, and soon Lucas was moaning loudly, his arms trembling.
While Lucas loved the intimacy of having sex face-to-face, there was something primal about being on all fours that really turned him on. “Harder,” he groaned.
Nate was only too happy to comply, and Lucas could hear his harsh breathing as he rammed into him. Lucas went down onto his elbows, opening himself up further. The bed slammed into the wall with a rhythmic noise, and a thought about what the neighbors must think flitted through his mind.
Then Nate reached around and began stroking him roughly, and Lucas came in a blinding rush of joy that shook his body. Nate still moved inside him, gasping as he worked his hips faster before shuddering with release.
They both caught their breath, and after a few minutes, Lucas gathered the energy to shift away from the wet spot. Nate smiled lazily. “What’s for dinner?”
Laughing, Lucas told him to go microwave the casserole himself.
* * * * *
The line for Gomorrah wrapped around the block, but Nate confidently marched up to the VIP entrance, Lucas in tow. At least Lucas was twenty-one now, but he still wasn’t much of a clubber. “Nate, are you sure they’ll let us in?”
“I told you, Ryan got us on the list.”
“How?”
He smirked over his shoulder. “Ryan has his ways.”
It was the Saturday before Halloween, and the whole city seemed to be on the streets, decked out in costumes. Plumes of feathers, masks of all shapes and sizes, and garish makeup were everywhere Lucas looked.
He and Nate both wore tight black pants and tall black boots, topped off with open, flowing shirts and masquerade masks from a local costume shop. Nate’s was a black and white harlequin diamond pattern and diagonally covered half his face. It made Lucas think of The Phantom of the Opera , and he’d been humming it under his breath all evening, much to Nate’s consternation, although Nate smiled as he complained.
Lucas’s own mask was bright blue and covered his eyes and nose. He felt remarkably concealed under it, although the open shirt flapping around him made him very self-conscious. His chest was so pale and soft compared to everyone else’s. He wanted to do a few buttons up, but then he’d look like he was trying to hide. Which he was, but he didn’t want it to be so obvious. He crossed his arms and shivered in the autumn air, which had turned chilly.
Thinking of the first and last time he’d been in the club, Lucas flushed as he remembered taking his shirt off and letting Nate jerk him off with people watching. He hadn’t felt ashamed then, so why did he feel so uncomfortable in his costume now?
The bouncer eyed them up and down as Nate gave his name. Scanning the list, the bouncer paused for what seemed an eternity before telling them their fate. He nodded. “ID.”
After flashing their licenses, they were admitted entrance beyond the velvet ropes. Inside, the huge, multilevel circular space teemed with revelers, the colored strobe lights pulsing and illuminating a menagerie of costumes. Some of the men on the dance floor had apparently gone with a biblical theme and wore little more than loincloths. Lucas again had to fight the urge to cover his own skin. He couldn’t compete with these men.
Nate clasped Lucas’s hand and they worked their way to the back of the club where Nate’s friends always met. However, they were nowhere to be found, and Nate scanned the room uselessly. “They should be here,” he shouted. Just then, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, peering at the screen intently. He’d put it on vibrate due to the eardrum-shattering volume of the music.
Nate’s face darkened and he snapped the phone shut. “I’ve got to go outside. There’s drama with Jamie. Again . I think he and Roger had a
While Lucas loved the intimacy of having sex face-to-face, there was something primal about being on all fours that really turned him on. “Harder,” he groaned.
Nate was only too happy to comply, and Lucas could hear his harsh breathing as he rammed into him. Lucas went down onto his elbows, opening himself up further. The bed slammed into the wall with a rhythmic noise, and a thought about what the neighbors must think flitted through his mind.
Then Nate reached around and began stroking him roughly, and Lucas came in a blinding rush of joy that shook his body. Nate still moved inside him, gasping as he worked his hips faster before shuddering with release.
They both caught their breath, and after a few minutes, Lucas gathered the energy to shift away from the wet spot. Nate smiled lazily. “What’s for dinner?”
Laughing, Lucas told him to go microwave the casserole himself.
* * * * *
The line for Gomorrah wrapped around the block, but Nate confidently marched up to the VIP entrance, Lucas in tow. At least Lucas was twenty-one now, but he still wasn’t much of a clubber. “Nate, are you sure they’ll let us in?”
“I told you, Ryan got us on the list.”
“How?”
He smirked over his shoulder. “Ryan has his ways.”
It was the Saturday before Halloween, and the whole city seemed to be on the streets, decked out in costumes. Plumes of feathers, masks of all shapes and sizes, and garish makeup were everywhere Lucas looked.
He and Nate both wore tight black pants and tall black boots, topped off with open, flowing shirts and masquerade masks from a local costume shop. Nate’s was a black and white harlequin diamond pattern and diagonally covered half his face. It made Lucas think of The Phantom of the Opera , and he’d been humming it under his breath all evening, much to Nate’s consternation, although Nate smiled as he complained.
Lucas’s own mask was bright blue and covered his eyes and nose. He felt remarkably concealed under it, although the open shirt flapping around him made him very self-conscious. His chest was so pale and soft compared to everyone else’s. He wanted to do a few buttons up, but then he’d look like he was trying to hide. Which he was, but he didn’t want it to be so obvious. He crossed his arms and shivered in the autumn air, which had turned chilly.
Thinking of the first and last time he’d been in the club, Lucas flushed as he remembered taking his shirt off and letting Nate jerk him off with people watching. He hadn’t felt ashamed then, so why did he feel so uncomfortable in his costume now?
The bouncer eyed them up and down as Nate gave his name. Scanning the list, the bouncer paused for what seemed an eternity before telling them their fate. He nodded. “ID.”
After flashing their licenses, they were admitted entrance beyond the velvet ropes. Inside, the huge, multilevel circular space teemed with revelers, the colored strobe lights pulsing and illuminating a menagerie of costumes. Some of the men on the dance floor had apparently gone with a biblical theme and wore little more than loincloths. Lucas again had to fight the urge to cover his own skin. He couldn’t compete with these men.
Nate clasped Lucas’s hand and they worked their way to the back of the club where Nate’s friends always met. However, they were nowhere to be found, and Nate scanned the room uselessly. “They should be here,” he shouted. Just then, he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, peering at the screen intently. He’d put it on vibrate due to the eardrum-shattering volume of the music.
Nate’s face darkened and he snapped the phone shut. “I’ve got to go outside. There’s drama with Jamie. Again . I think he and Roger had a
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