He crept in close to Mason, who started to move with him, and Chase grinned.
“You making fun of my moves?” Mason asked.
Chase looked him up and down. “Not even a little bit.” He slipped his arm around Mason and pulled him close. Mason grabbed his hips, and just as soon, Chase spun around, pushing his ass up against Mason’s crotch.
Mason slid his hands up under Chase’s shirt, kneading his fingers into Chase’s sides as Chase rolled his head back. He reached to grab the back of Mason’s head, pulling him close as he continued swaying, enjoying the music.
Mason moved one hand around Chase’s abs, feeling them shifting as he moved his body, and Mason’s dick stiffened in his jeans.
Chase pressed his ass firmly against his pelvis, rotating it in circles before pulling away and spinning back to Mason.
His eyes were filled with desire, the way they were when he was in the bedroom—caught up in a moment of excitement with Mason.
Mason grabbed him and pulled him close and kissed him as they matched each other’s movements, moving in sync—a rhythm that had returned so naturally, effortlessly even.
Chase kissed him back, and the thrill of being on the dance floor enjoying each other like that felt so good.
As their kiss continued, Mason lost track of where they were. He just enjoyed Chase’s lips… and his body. He enjoyed the rhythm they shared as his thoughts dissolved. He grabbed Chase’s ass and gripped it tightly.
When he finally pulled away, Chase still had his eyes closed, his mouth open like he was just reveling in the pleasure from their lips being together.
“You’re so amazing, Chase,” Mason said.
Chase opened his eyes. His expression twisted. “What?”
Mason shook his head. “You’re just so at ease with yourself. So much more than you used to be.”
“With my dancing?”
“With everything in your life.”
He kissed him again, hooking an arm around him and pulling him close, remembering that he just needed to enjoy the moment because, as they’d seen in their past, he didn’t know how long it would last.
Chase gasped into his mouth.
They danced some more before heading off the dance floor to grab another drink. As they approached the bar, Mason heard someone call out, “Chase!”
They turned together to a guy sitting on a stool, a clear plastic cup in his hand.
Chase stood upright.
“Hey, man. How’s it going?” the guy asked as he rose from his stool and slung his arm around Mason’s husband.
“It’s good. Mason, this is Roger. Roger, Mason.”
Roger? Who the fuck was Roger, and why hadn’t Chase mentioned him?
Not that Chase had any reason to tell him about every guy he’d ever known, but based on how the guy threw his arm over Chase’s shoulder, they were obviously very familiar with each other.
And he could tell by Chase’s body language, the way he stood erect and stiff, that he wasn’t all that eager about having that guy on him like that.
Roger reached his hand out to Mason, who took it and offered a firm but friendly handshake.
“This one’s got a nice grip, doesn’t he? Bet that comes in handy. Been a while since you’ve been out.”
“Yeah. I’ve just been busy with work.”
“You too busy to answer the phone, too?”
