“Hey!” Dylan called as Kyrone and Jared stood and started moving away. “You didn’t answer my question!”
Jared twisted back to face the table. “I started about a month ago.”
“Do you do piercings?”
Kyrone felt a little surge of jealously zip through him at Dylan’s question, but Jared just laughed it off.
“Not yet.” He threaded his fingers through Kyrone’s. “We were going to dance?”
That was music to Kyrone’s ears. He squeezed Jared’s hand, enjoying the feel of Jared’s cool, slender fingers against his own.
He forged a path for them through the throng of people until they found a spot to dance in. The heat on the dance floor was palpable, as sweaty bodies moved in time with the music and couples ground against one another. He put his hands loosely on Jared’s hips and began to sway with the music, smiling as Jared’s slender hands and long fingers settled on his waist.
“I’m glad you came,” Kyrone said. He had to dip his head down so his mouth was close to Jared’s ear so he could be heard over the music. It also provided a good excuse to move closer to him so their bodies were practically skimming against each other.
“You should be careful of your tattoo,” Jared cautioned.
“Are you telling me I’m getting too close?”
“No.” Jared pushed closer so their hips were more firmly pressed together. “We weren’t close enough.”
Kyrone’s pulse picked up at their proximity, sending blood rushing to his cock. It was good to know he hadn’t been imagining their mutual attraction earlier in the day. Jared was a pretty good dancer, able to keep time with the music. Kyrone couldn’t help but picture the guy dancing at the club, wearing a lot less clothing. His pale skin and hair and his slender body would have been striking pressed up against a gleaming pole under a dazzling spotlight. As Dylan and Jag had proved, some guys went crazy for pole-dancing twinks. Both men tended to do very well on stripteases after their stints onstage.
He didn’t know how long they danced for, but after a while, their skin was glistening with sweat, and they’d moved as close as they could without it becoming indecent. It was clear they were both aroused, and Jared’s dark, sultry eyes had become heavy-lidded, his full lips barely parted. He couldn’t get over how pretty Jared was. The flickering lights changed the colour of his blond hair from red to blue to a bright, vibrant orange. He wanted to do much more than dance body to body. He longed to run his hands over Jared’s skin rather than having them rest on slender, clothed hips. He was definitely horny for the guy, and Jared’s erection proved the feeling was reciprocated.
He leant down and kissed Jared. He didn’t bother with a brief, tentative peck. He went straight in for a deep kiss, slipping his tongue between Jared’s lips as soon as their mouths had fused together. He moved a hand from Jared’s hip to his upper back, pulling him hard against his body, taking care not to knock his fresh tattoo in the process. Through Jared’s T-shirt, Kyrone could feel the sharp ridges of his shoulder blades and the individual bones of his spine from the nape of his neck to midway down his back. As he moved his other hand up Jared’s side, his fingertips ran over clearly defined rib bones. It almost made him pull away from the kiss, but then Jared’s tongue tangled with his, and he lost himself in his desire to make the man his.
They kept dancing, but their kiss quickly became too dirty and passionate to remain on the dance floor. Taking hold of Jared’s hand, Kyrone led him to a side of the room where the lights were purposefully much dimmer than the rest of the club. There were plenty of other couples kissing and more against the wall, but between writhing, moaning bodies, Kyrone found a space, which he shoved Jared up against.
Jared let out a small gasp, the sound of which was lost beneath the music, and then licked his lips as he stared up at Kyrone with hungry eyes. Kyrone pressed his body against Jared’s again, crushing him against the wall as he kissed him. Their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, touching each other through their clothes. He ground his hips against Jared’s, the wall making it easier to feel the hardness of the delicate man. Time slipped away from him again. All Kyrone was aware of was the rising heat and need in his body and the intoxicating taste of Jared, whose lips and tongue he couldn’t get enough of. Without ceasing his onslaught on Jared’s mouth, he loosened his belt and leather trousers so he could slip his hand inside and rub it over Jared’s hard cock. Jared shivered beneath his touch and bucked his hips forward, pressing firmly into Kyrone’s hand.
He broke free of the kiss, breathing hard as he spoke into Jared’s ear. “Do you want to take this back to my place?”
“How close is it?” Jared asked breathlessly.
“Twenty minutes or so in a taxi.”
Jared’s swollen lips curled into a salacious smile. “Can you wait that long?”
Kyrone kissed Jared’s long, pale neck. “Is your place closer?”
“No.” Jared looked pointedly to the side, towards the sign for the toilets.
A thrill ran through Kyrone. The toilets weren’t too bad in The Vibe. He’d certainly given and received hand jobs from strangers in them before.
“Good idea,” he said, taking hold of Jared’s hand.
When they entered the toilets, it was clear they weren’t the only ones with sexy intentions. While there were guys using the urinals for a piss, at least one of the toilet cubicle doors was shut, with highly questionable sounds emanating from within. It was quieter in the toilets, as the din of the music was severely muted, meaning the passionate antics of the couple in the cubicle were all too easy to hear. Not that anyone seemed to care. Kyrone certainly didn’t. If anything, it was a heady turn-on.
He pushed Jared into the end cubicle and locked the door behind him before shoving the guy up against the tiled wall. He pushed his hand underneath Jared’s T-shirt, running it up his stomach and chest to play with his nipple. Jared moaned against his mouth. His hands were all over Kyrone’s back, moving up and down in firm movements that were making Kyrone’s dick painfully hard. Kyrone went to push his hand back down Jared’s trousers, but the young man stilled him with a touch. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out two packets, one a condom and the other a sachet of lube. He pressed them both into Kyrone’s hand and then stared at him, breathing hard. Kyrone didn’t need more of an invitation than that. He tugged Jared’s trousers and briefs down to his knees, releasing his cock, which grazed against T-shirt, smearing white pre-cum onto the black fabric. Kyrone licked his lips as he considered dropping to his knees and taking Jared’s cock into his mouth, but the condom and lube in his hand was a clear sign that Jared wanted to be fucked.
He kissed Jared again, a hard, searing kiss that lasted only seconds, where he made love to his mouth with his tongue. He turned Jared around to face the wall. Jared leant forward, pressing one palm against the wall at shoulder height and resting the other hand and forearm against the cool tiles. He breathed heavily as Kyrone unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock free of his boxers. Carefully, Kyrone tore open the condom packet and prepped his aching cock. He couldn’t wait to push it between Jared’s pale arse cheeks and all the way inside him. But while he was more than ready, he knew Jared would need at least a little prep before his arse was ready to receive a good pounding.
He opened the lube packet and used half to cover his cock and drizzled the rest between Jared’s arse cheeks. He parted the pale flesh, noting through his sex drive fervour that there was no spare fat there either, before he began to tease at his hole. Jared pushed his hips back, welcoming Kyrone’s finger inside him. He was tight and hot inside, his muscles responding beautifully to the presence of Kyrone’s digit.
“I can’t wait to get my cock inside you,” Kyrone said huskily.
Jared glanced back at him over his shoulder. “Get on with it, then.”
