Tonight’s Drag Lip Sync show took place in the Theatre, named for its layout with an elevated stage. The crimson curtains still hung closed, indicating he was on time.
“I’ll get us drinks.” Kage’s voice in his ear sent shivers through him, and he wanted to lean into Kage’s hand on his lower back, the bare skin there tingling at the contact.
Finley turned his head, putting his face an inch from Kage’s. The man didn’t back away. His black shirt was open at the collar, showing only a hint of his necklace, and his leathers disappeared into polished harness boots.
“It’s my turn, remember? What do you want?”
“Two fingers...” Kage’s eyes were on Finley’s lips as he said it… “of Shochu. Thanks.”
Fucking hell, just take me right here.
Finley pulled himself away and headed for the bar manned by Bobby and Julie for the night, and stood in the queue. Spotting him, Bobby took his order and winked, returning to the rest of the customers.
A mountain of a man with the sweetest smile approached him. A crimson and red leather harness adorned his wide chest, and his thick thighs popped out of latex shorts that looked tiny on him. The club patrons who’d complimented Finley on his burly body and muscle mass should see this guy.
He wasn’t in the headspace for flirting, and in this club, the wedding ring on the man’s finger didn’t mean exclusivity. Finley spotted the steel purple cuff, the same as Finley’s, suggesting he was not here to play.
Despite his huge stature, the man had the kindest expression on his face as he ordered a set of drinks. “I love your tattoos,” he said, eyeing Finley’s chest. “I’m Brendan.”
“Thanks. Finley.”
“Are you Kage’s sub?”
I wish.“What? No. What made you say that?” Finley released a short laugh that proved why he’d never joined the theatre at school.
“Shit, I’m sorry. The way he looked at you before you came here.” He blushed, poking at the coaster at the bar. “I’m just saying that I’ve seen that expression before, but never on him.” Brendan twisted the ring on his finger. “We can be blind to how the other person sees us and sometimes we need to take the first step. Believe me, I know. I thought I was flirting with Hugh and giving him subtle hints for a year, but he never noticed. I’ve beenlearning to speak out since then, because I almost ruined my shot with him.”
That explained his quite random piece of advice to a stranger.
“But it all worked out in the end?” Finley gestured to the ring.
“Yes, but that’s because we took a chance on each other.” Brendan clapped Finley on the shoulder hard enough to dislocate it, then blushed as he looked somewhere behind Finley.
“Are you meddling?” A slim man in a bright pink waistcoat and hair the same colour slapped Brendan’s asscheek. “I swear, you’re spending too much time with my auntie.” The guy turned to Finley. “I’m Hugh.” He shook Finley’s hand.
“My fiance,” Brendan added with the most adorable grin on his face.
Hugh kissed Brendan’s cheek. “Where are you sitting?” he asked Finley.
“Lounge eight.”
“That’s us as well.” Brendan wrapped an arm around Hugh and pulled him close. “So you’re with Lucy’s party, too. We have the best seats in the house.”
Finley didn’t turn at the sound of boots behind him, but he was certain who the gait belonged to.
“I see you met my coworker—friend.” Kage said this in a casual tone, but Finley relished the way his hand rested possessively on his back. “I came over to see what was taking so long.”
“We did. Now, take yourfriendto join us other couples.” Hugh pulled Brendan close to him, even though he was half his body weight.
“There you go, lads.” Tom slid a tray with their collective drinks on the bar and they each took one.
Finley bit his cheek and expected Kage to take his hand away, but instead, he led Finley towards their seats.
The large balcony lounge had sofas and armchairs rather than chairs. The theatre layout below and lush decor added a dramatic air to the place, but with comfortable modern seating.
Kage took the middle two-seater and pulled Finley down with him. Their thighs brushed and a giddy thrill travelled through Finley as the unmistakable vibe of a date surrounded them.
“Mat and Peyton can’t make it today,” Hugh said, slipping his phone back into the pocket of his waistcoat. “But they sent a treat parcel for the puppies.”
