The boy, who hadn’t given his name, finally smiled then. A look that spoke of mischief and curiosity helped me feel more comfortable believing he was flirting. He didn’t let go of my hand, either.
“New here?” I asked, hoping to find common ground. He nodded and bit his full lower lip again. “You look lost, boy.”
His cheeks turned as he jutted out a dimpled chin and insisted, “I’m kinky.”
“Hi, Kinky,” my mouth twitched, and I turned slowly until he had his back to the wall beside the water. “I’m Daddy.”
He snorted and blushed at the same time, dropping my hand, “Is that supposed to be a pickup line?”
This boy didn’t know it yet, but I planned to invite him home. But first I needed to be sure we were on the same page. Stepping forward, he stepped back as well, his back hitting the wall until we were only inches apart.
“Why use a pickup line when I already have you pinned down?” I leaned one hand on the wall beside his head, boxing the boy in but leaving an opening if he wasn’t into it. I still hadn’t touched him beyond our handshake.
“Not yet, you don’t,” his cheeks reddened as he bantered back, licking his lips before pressing his hips up to meet mine.
A solid erection pressed against my thigh, and then his hard heat met my balls. I got hard in an instant, holding my moan in as all the breath left my lungs. It was time to get bold, and finally see what sex with a guy was all about.
“Do you want me to pin you down somewhere more private?”
He swallowed hard and nodded.
“Give me your words, boy?” I commanded, still not knowing his name. “Or would you prefer I call you something else?”
“B-b–blin. Basil. I’m Basil,” he stumbled and choked out a whisper before clearing his throat and meeting my eyes, “and I want you to take me somewhere more private, Giorgio.”
“Basil,” I tasted the name on my tongue, wondering if he was British despite the Russian curse word. I wanted to explore, but it didn’t need to be in public. I’d always been discreet with my hookups, and this wasn’t any different. “I have a car and can take you to my place, if you don’t mind a drive to the East Bay? Or yours, if it’s private.”
“I–” Basil licked his lips and seemed to be processing a lot of thoughts, eyes bouncing all over my face. He was clearly interested, if the erection he’d pressed against me was any indication, so I gave him time to think.
People always said gay guys were easier, even my own son. Even with that stereotype, I couldn’t have expected it to go smoothly on my first try. Still, I really hoped he’d be down. I didn’t want to be pushy, either, though I had one more offer to sweeten the deal.
“Whenever you say the word, my driver can take you wherever you want to go. Or take me home, either way,” I added, hoping the commute was his only issue. Basil’s suit said money, but I knew looks could be deceiving. I stepped back and held out my hand. “Come home with me for the night?”
Releasing his abused lower lip, Basil nodded, “Yes, I’d like that. Your place.”
Taking my hand, I squeezed his before checking all the bases. “Is anyone here waiting for you? Or anyone at home?”
Basil’s eyes narrowed, but he shook his head. “No, no one is here with me.”
“Good. Would you like to go now?”
“I would,” he nodded eagerly and stepped closer, “I’m ready.”
We made our way out of the lounge and I spotted Felix cuddled on Maksim’s lap, eyeing me with an inscrutable expression. Whatever they were thinking about my leaving with Basil, I had better things to do. I dipped my head in acknowledgement and kept going. Neither of us had to get dressed and the only thing in the cubbies was my phone, so we left the club with only a short pause to text Santo for the car.
“Someone waiting for you?” Basil asked.
“My driver will meet us at the corner,” I explained, since the street we were on was one way. I went to rest my hand on the small of his back, but pulled it back when he stepped up to my side and leaned into me. I was so into the younger man, and glad to know he’d been checked as over age twenty-one at the door. My body rarely reacted to someone so quickly, but I was ready to go.
“East Bay, you said?” Basil asked distractedly, as my black town car pulled up to our curb.
Santo stayed inside, the way I preferred, so I opened the door for Basil. He paused at the door before sitting down and sliding over. It felt odd to me, since I always opened doors for women, but never expected them to move. I’d half expected to close the door and walk around to the other side. He wasn’t a woman, and I was still on board.
Taking my seat beside Basil and closing the door, I didn’t bother with my seatbelt, closing the partition window and focusing on the boy before me. Now that the logistics had been worked out, it was time to get back on track. Basil and I both turned inward, and I met his piercing blue eyes. There was trepidation and lust, and I wanted the latter to be the main feeling for Basil going into the evening together.
“I’ll have you alone,” I ran my fingers down Basil’s arm from his shoulder to wrist, wrapping them around his slighter frame, “and pinned down underneath me in no time.”
“Can’t wait,” Basil smirked and raised an eyebrow in challenge. I was so glad I’d come to the club.
