“The DJ is pretty hot, but he’s kind of busy,” Hunter shouted, and they all turned toward the DJ booth in the corner of the dark room. Strobe lights flickered across the open space in front of the wide mahogany bar. The DJ was the complete opposite of Hunter. Glasses, skinny, tall but still nowhere near Hunter’s height.
“You love nerdy guys, don’t ya?” Garrett shouted, a twinkle in his eye as he poked Hunter in his beefy bicep.
“They’re so adorable. I’m a big spoon looking formy nerdy little spoon.”
“You mean like Carson?” Riley teased, and Hunter’s gaze snapped toward him.
“Ugh, I wish,” Hunter cried, throwing a hand to his forehead and falling against the wall behind him like he was swooning. “That man drives me crazy.”
“Why don’t you ask him out?” Josh asked. He’d noticed the spark between them, usually leading to Carson getting flustered.
“I have!” Hunter wailed. “He thinks I’m kidding every time. One of these days though, he’ll know I’m serious.”
Riley offered him a pat on the back. “Yeah, he will.”
They finished their drinks and finally made their way onto the dance floor.
Hunter found a twink in the crowd to dance with, or, more accurately, one landed in his arms without any work at all from him. He was like a magnet.
Garrett approached a woman in a slinky dress with long brown hair, but when she turned around, Josh realized the person was a he. Or maybe a they? Garrett was pansexual, so everyone was on the menu for him.
Once Garrett and Hunter were distracted, Riley pulled Josh into his arms in the middle of the dance floor as a sultry beat played. A smoking hot blonde woman tried joining them but Riley kindly shook her off, and Josh couldn’t help but beam at him.
Maybe this was exclusive after all, and Josh was delighted.
As Josh wrapped his arms around Riley’s waist, Riley settled his around Josh’s shoulders, and they began to sway to the beat. Josh got lost in the rhythm, moving to the music with Riley as if they’d been doing it for years. And, technically, they had. Even before they started feeling attracted to each other, they’d danced together for fun, and to improve their skills.
They had learned long ago that a lot of women loved a man who’d dance with them, and when they didn’t have girls to practice with growing up, they practiced with each other.
The memory of their first time trying to figure out the whole “grinding on the dance floor” thing popped into Josh's head and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Riley said, close enough Josh could feel his breath on his ear. It sent a shiver down his body.
“Remember when we tried to learn how to dance together to get all the girls’ attention at school dances?”
Riley laughed, and Josh felt it more than heard it thanks to the loud music.
“I couldn’t forget it if I tried.”
21
RILEY SMILED AS HE swayed in Josh’s arms, their bodies growing closer and closer.
A shudder ran through him when he remembered the night he and Josh learned to dance together. They had both wanted to impress their dates at the dance that weekend, and Josh suggested they practice together.
It had been awkward at first as they tried to figure out the beat and how to move with another person.
When a song came on with the right beat, they started moving together seamlessly. Their thighs tangled as they rolled their hips against each other, Josh’s hands trailing down Riley's back when he pulled him tightly against him.
When they realized they were both hard, feeling their dicks against each other’s hips, they sprang apart and agreed that they had figured it out.
Josh had made an excuse to go home so he could run to get his date’s corsage, and the minute Riley heard the front door close he jerked off in his room.
At the time, he figured it was the friction, the movement of their bodies.
Now, he could admit that was bullshit. Even then, he was turned on by Josh’s hands on him.
Back in the present, his body moving against Josh’s, he was beginning to have the same problem he'd had that night, a slight dizziness taking over as the blood rushed to his cock.
