He watched the wheels turn inside Greg’s head. His eyebrows squiggled in thought; his mouth pursed in concentration. The guy was smarter than he let on, especially when it came to important matters like finding places to hook up.
“Follow me,” Greg said. He climbed the grand staircase to the mezzanine level. Ethan scampered behind, already feeling winded. His treadmill workout obviously wasn’t cutting it.
“I thought I was in charge of picking a place today.”
“You are. I’m just making a suggestion. If you don’t like it, we’ll stick with yours.” Greg walked to the very end of the floor. To the private box. He poked his head through the curtain and came back out with a huge grin.
“Shall we?”
Ethan ran his fingers along the plush seats, smelled the fresh carpet under his feet. Detailed gold trim framed the edges of the walls as the orchestra continued to serenade them. There was no way Ethan could ever afford these seats regularly, so he took in the view and the ambience. And the glorious view showed him the full Browerton orchestra, mid-practice. Ethan’s face turned white.
“They can see us!”
“Nah, they’re too focused on rehearsing.” Greg leaned against the entryway and crossed his arms, making the fabric of his T-shirt stretch against his toned arms. Ethan tried to keep his resistance intact.
“Someone could walk in.”
“Someone could walk into the janitor’s closet.”
Ethan knew he couldn’t win in an argument with Greg. Some lawyer he’ll make, although Ethan doubted any of his future cases would revolve around public sex.
“I feel so exposed.”
“You haven’t even taken your clothes off.” Greg placed a calming hand on his shoulder. A very bro move. “Trust me. We haven’t gotten caught yet. That is something I will avoid at all costs.”
That should’ve made Ethan feel safer, but this time, it nicked him like a flick of a rubber band.
All thoughts escaped Ethan once Greg’s hands were on him, rubbing his chest and drifting south. His eyes bore into him, and the light silhouetted his solid jawline. That made Ethan hard instantly. The violin section played the stirring opening notes of a classical piece, sending his heart racing. He reached out for Greg and cupped his hardening cock over the layer of mesh. Back and forth, he stroked.
They massaged each other through their pants. Greg’s moan rumbled in his throat; Ethan’s pulse thumped in his ears. He lifted Greg’s shirt and ran his fingers along Greg’s glorious, firm pecs, ringing the grooves, then sliding down to his tight six-pack. Ethan could have gotten off just by this alone.
He unfurled Greg’s cock from his warm-up pants and black boxer briefs. Like opening a present on Christmas, it never got old. Ethan knelt down—head-to-head—but Greg pulled him up.
“I thought it was my turn,” Ethan said. “Since you started it at the movies.”
“You’re keeping track?”
“I thought it would only be fair,” he said, though he would never enforce the rules. The rules were whatever Greg said the rules were.
Greg laughed. His eyes crinkled when he grinned, two chocolate chips staring back at him. “I have a better idea.”
He laid down between the first row of chairs and the edge of the box. His dick stood straight up, and Ethan’s mouth watered. He was confused and caught off-guard and quaking with anticipation. Every synapse in his body was on high alert, waiting for further information.
“What are you doing?”
Greg sat up, not saying a word. In a swift move, he unzipped Ethan’s pants and dropped them and his underwear to his knees. Ethan nearly screamed out in panic. Was this a prank? The punchline at the end of a long con?
Greg took his length in his mouth, and Ethan held onto the balcony railing for balance, not daring to glance behind him. His fingernails dug into the fresh coat of paint. He tried to resist the fear encroaching on this moment, convincing himself that, if he didn’t look at the orchestra, they wouldn’t look back at him.
“Come down here,” Greg said.
Ethan got on his knees. Their rock-hard erections were inches apart.
“Lie down next to me.”
And so Ethan did. Now their eyes, their lips were in close proximity. Ethan could feel his body gravitating closer to Greg’s. The wanting burned in his chest.
“The other way,” Greg said.
