As he kept batting those long-ass lashes my way, I felt this intense surge of energy rising within me.
The closer I got, the easier he was on my eyes.
And the more he looked like some sort of hot stripper with the way he could move those hips.
I wasn’t afraid of calling a man sexy when I saw one, and this guy, ooh, he definitely had something very few men had…and my dick didn’t have to keep on twitching to remind me of the fact.
But one more glance my way reminded me that in that moment we were enemies, and I had to do something before he fucked me over.
I pushed past a couple dancing between us and slid beside him.
He wasn’t facing me just then, so I tapped him on the shoulder.
He spun around, and if a smile could have knocked a man down, his would’ve had me falling into the bar basement. He had these pearly white beauties shining nearly as much as his eyes. It would have been hot as fuck if he wasn’t the one thing standing between me and the one fucking day a year when I could be myself.
“You have a minute?” I asked him.
“Uh…yeah. Of course. I’m—”
“Yeah, whatever. Follow me.”
His face flushed red, which might’ve been the hottest shade on his face. I disregarded it the same as I disregarded everything else that was almost unnervingly attractive about him. He followed me toward the restrooms, and as soon as I saw one was out of service, I was pissed that I hadn’t gone back there to check my mask.
I led him into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it before rushing close to him.
His bright-red face shined under the fluorescent restroom lights. His eyes were fixed on me, and if I wasn’t so angry, I would have kissed him.
“You gonna fuckingmake me, kid? Huh?”
“Um…”
“Look, I don’t have a lot of days where I get out, and I just want to have fun with my friend, maybe get lucky later, and then go on my way, so if you’re thinking of blowing this for me…”
“You want me to blow what?” he asked, his gaze shifting to my crotch.
And damn…I realized I had some kind of intense anger boner.
“That’s pretty impressive,” he said.
I growled.
Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about his mouth around my dick, even though that was a wildly distracting thought.
“Just let me have this,” I pressed, pleading with him to let me be.
He waited a moment as he looked me over, the red in his cheeks intensifying the longer I kept his back to the door.
“Okay, so I feel like now is a good time to tell you I’m really new to all this, so I don’t know all the lingo.”
I squinted. “New to what?”
“Being…gay, I guess.”
“Youguessyou’re new to being gay?” I asked, stunned by the way he’d said it.
“No, IknowI’m new to it. Like maybe a year or so of knowing.”
Gay? Holy fucking shit. Had I made the biggest epic fail ever?
