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doesn’t take them home?”
“Nah. Just fools around on the dance floor. He works through his stress that way.” Sandy shrugged.
Gio watched another guy come up to Mike and whisper something in his ear. They got right to the dancing, moving around each other, everything easy movements. Gio wasn’t jealous so much as incredibly turned on.
James came back, carefully balancing everyone’s drinks in his hands.
“So… Gio. Is that short for something?” James asked as he handed a glass over.
“Giovanni.”
“And you teach voice lessons… wait. You’re Giovanni Boca. I saw you in La Traviata at the Met seven or eight years ago. You were incredible.”
“Thanks,” said Gio, his gaze still glued to Mike. “You remember it was me?”
“Oh, yeah. I had orchestra seats. I remember how hot I found the male lead.” James laughed. “No offense, man. Not to be creepy, but I immediately went out and bought that recording of you singing the same part. A French opera company, if I remember correctly.”
“Yes.” Gio remembered that recording.
James dipped his head bashfully. “So, yeah, I remember it was you. I heard what happened to your voice. What a terrible shame.”
Gio normally found these conversations unpleasant, but he was so focused on Mike he barely heard it. “Um. Excuse me.”
He went to Mike. If Mike had steam to blow off, if he had something to work through, Gio suddenly wanted Mike to do that on his body, not with strangers. Mike smiled when he saw Gio approach and gestured toward himself.
The music was too loud to speak over, so Gio let his body do the talking. He put his hands on Mike’s waist, which was hard and muscular. Mike put his hands on Gio’s shoulders and tugged him a little closer. Dio , but Mike was so sexy, all that gorgeous skin showing, a confident grin on his face, his very movements on the dance floor like sex. Gio slid his hands a little lower to feel Mike’s moving hips, and then he reached around to cup Mike’s firm ass, and— Santa Maria —Gio wanted to get Mike naked as soon as possible. For now, he had to settle for dancing.
Mike moved his hands down and pressed them into the small of Gio’s back, pulling him closer. Gio was not an especially talented dancer, but he held his own as Mike led. The moves were mostly writhing anyway. Gio tried to copy Mike’s movements, tried to undulate his body. Mike threw his head back, so Gio swooped in and licked Mike’s Adam’s apple. Mike lifted his hands and plunged his fingers into Gio’s hair, and that felt amazing. Dancing with Mike, being surrounded by him, that was amazing too. Gio wanted more of that, wanted to get even closer. He moved, getting up on his toes, and he kissed Mike.
Mike’s lips vibrated with what must have been a groan, because he held Gio’s head in place and plundered his mouth. Gio opened up for Mike, slipped his tongue into Mike’s mouth, tasted him, learned his flavor and scent. They kissed like no one was watching, like their lives depended on it, like they could have just devoured each other right there in a room full of people. It was one of the hottest kisses Gio had ever experienced. It was thrilling, and Gio’s heart raced and his blood rushed, and everything about this was exciting and erotic. Mike pressed back into him, pressed his erection into Gio’s hip, clutched Gio as if he were holding on for dear life. So Gio did all those things back and went one further, digging his fingers into Mike’s sides, scraping his teeth against Mike’s lip, and trying to keep the movement of the dance going.
The song changed into something a little mellower. Mike pulled back and smiled. He took Gio’s hand and led him back toward his friends. Before they were in earshot of James and Sandy, Gio said, “You are the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on.”
Mike smiled and kissed him briefly. “So much for keeping our distance.”
Gio forced himself into small talk with James and Sandy but
“Nah. Just fools around on the dance floor. He works through his stress that way.” Sandy shrugged.
Gio watched another guy come up to Mike and whisper something in his ear. They got right to the dancing, moving around each other, everything easy movements. Gio wasn’t jealous so much as incredibly turned on.
James came back, carefully balancing everyone’s drinks in his hands.
“So… Gio. Is that short for something?” James asked as he handed a glass over.
“Giovanni.”
“And you teach voice lessons… wait. You’re Giovanni Boca. I saw you in La Traviata at the Met seven or eight years ago. You were incredible.”
“Thanks,” said Gio, his gaze still glued to Mike. “You remember it was me?”
“Oh, yeah. I had orchestra seats. I remember how hot I found the male lead.” James laughed. “No offense, man. Not to be creepy, but I immediately went out and bought that recording of you singing the same part. A French opera company, if I remember correctly.”
“Yes.” Gio remembered that recording.
James dipped his head bashfully. “So, yeah, I remember it was you. I heard what happened to your voice. What a terrible shame.”
Gio normally found these conversations unpleasant, but he was so focused on Mike he barely heard it. “Um. Excuse me.”
He went to Mike. If Mike had steam to blow off, if he had something to work through, Gio suddenly wanted Mike to do that on his body, not with strangers. Mike smiled when he saw Gio approach and gestured toward himself.
The music was too loud to speak over, so Gio let his body do the talking. He put his hands on Mike’s waist, which was hard and muscular. Mike put his hands on Gio’s shoulders and tugged him a little closer. Dio , but Mike was so sexy, all that gorgeous skin showing, a confident grin on his face, his very movements on the dance floor like sex. Gio slid his hands a little lower to feel Mike’s moving hips, and then he reached around to cup Mike’s firm ass, and— Santa Maria —Gio wanted to get Mike naked as soon as possible. For now, he had to settle for dancing.
Mike moved his hands down and pressed them into the small of Gio’s back, pulling him closer. Gio was not an especially talented dancer, but he held his own as Mike led. The moves were mostly writhing anyway. Gio tried to copy Mike’s movements, tried to undulate his body. Mike threw his head back, so Gio swooped in and licked Mike’s Adam’s apple. Mike lifted his hands and plunged his fingers into Gio’s hair, and that felt amazing. Dancing with Mike, being surrounded by him, that was amazing too. Gio wanted more of that, wanted to get even closer. He moved, getting up on his toes, and he kissed Mike.
Mike’s lips vibrated with what must have been a groan, because he held Gio’s head in place and plundered his mouth. Gio opened up for Mike, slipped his tongue into Mike’s mouth, tasted him, learned his flavor and scent. They kissed like no one was watching, like their lives depended on it, like they could have just devoured each other right there in a room full of people. It was one of the hottest kisses Gio had ever experienced. It was thrilling, and Gio’s heart raced and his blood rushed, and everything about this was exciting and erotic. Mike pressed back into him, pressed his erection into Gio’s hip, clutched Gio as if he were holding on for dear life. So Gio did all those things back and went one further, digging his fingers into Mike’s sides, scraping his teeth against Mike’s lip, and trying to keep the movement of the dance going.
The song changed into something a little mellower. Mike pulled back and smiled. He took Gio’s hand and led him back toward his friends. Before they were in earshot of James and Sandy, Gio said, “You are the sexiest thing I have ever laid eyes on.”
Mike smiled and kissed him briefly. “So much for keeping our distance.”
Gio forced himself into small talk with James and Sandy but
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