I figured I’d bore Ty at some point, but I could tell by the eagerness in his expression that he wanted more. I wondered if it was the subject that interested him, or like when he was talking to me, it mattered very little what I said and far more that I was talking.
We continued chatting all the way back to my place and then even on to Sidetrack, where we grabbed some drinks before settling in a space alongside the wall.
“This place is cool,” he noted as he scanned the joint. “You’ve got a lot of hotties here. Noticed a bunch at the airport.”
“Yes, we don’t run out, and with Steamworks down the street, well, let’s just say they’re friendly too.”
“What’s Steamworks?”
“A bathhouse, and it can be a lot of fun.”
“Really? I’ve never been to a bathhouse.”
“You know what it is, though, right?”
“Yes, we have those in Atlanta too.”
“There’s one in PV as well. Guess Eric hasn’t taken you there,” I teased with a wink, and Ty put his hand to his chest as he threw his head back to enjoy a laugh.
“Nope. Not exactly one of the sights he was willing to share.”
“Probably for the best. Would have been strange if the two of you had run into each other in one of those.”
“What is it like?” he asked, his expression revealing his innocence.
“Guess I’ll have to show you one of these days.”
He grinned, and his excitement about a new adventure was so fucking satisfying. I checked my watch. “Well, we have a few hours before the good selections arrive, so in the meantime, say we get some drinks in us and have a good dance.”
“I’m game with that plan.”
We did just that, Ty downing some shots in the process, and judging by the sneaky expression on his face each time I threw one back, I figured his intentions weren’t remotely innocent. This time when we hit the dance floor, there was no awkwardness or question about how we would dance. We fell back into that familiar rhythm, my dick effortlessly hard as his ass pushed back against my crotch. My hands were even greedier than usual, perhaps because after our discussions, he knew where I stood, so I felt more confident in groping his abs, his hips, his chest.
He was beautiful, and he deserved to feel like it. I was certain the attention he was getting from the guys around us was even more confirmation. Some would even glance at us in that way that assured me they wouldn’t have minded slipping between us…or participating in whatever way we’d permit.
After a few songs, and working up quite a sweat together, Ty said, “Okay, okay, I need another drink.”
We headed back to the bar.
Ty slid into a space next to a brunet a few inches shorter than he was, his hair cut short on the side and with lengthy bangs. I had the privilege of still being a few feet away and thus able to catch his obvious interest in Ty. There was a gleam in his eyes, and a smile expanded across his face as though he’d found something that was just to his tastes.
The guy seemed to be with a group of friends waiting on their drinks. As Ty waited as well, he seemed oblivious to the hot guy beside him, who glanced his way, trying to catch his gaze.
