“Brat,” he muttered against Everett’s earlobe, then nipped it.
Everett moaned, and the sound of it sank through Caleb like it was plated with lead. It plunged through the excitement in his gut to the swelling arousal building in his groin, and as it landed, his cock twitched. Desperate to hear the noise again, Caleb raked his teeth down Everett’s lobe, then kissed his neck fiercely. Everett made an airy noise of contentment and grabbed Caleb by the belt with his free hand, tugging him so they were groin to groin.
“Horny much?” Everett teased, wiggling his hips so he brushed back and forth against Caleb’s erection.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“What? It’s not like it isn’t true.” Everett snaked his hand between their bodies, cupping the bulge behind Caleb’s fly. He squeezed gently. “You’re fucking hard for me. Or do you use your dick to say hello to all your friends?”
The mouth on him. Theaudacity.
Caleb smirked. “I can push you down onto your knees and introduce you to the cock in question if you want to ask it yourself.”
“Horndog.”
“Says the one who grabbed my dick.”
Everett smirked. “Like you didn’t just pin me to the wall and tongue-fuck my mouth.”
Irritation intensified Caleb’s arousal. He pushed his bulge into Everett’s palm. “Says the one who’sstillgrabbing my crotch.”
“Oh yeah? Keep it up, Mr. Is-That-a-Summer-Sausage-in-My-Pants-or—mmph!”
No more talking. No more sass. Blood boiling, Caleb claimed Everett’s lips and forced him to shut up until, panting, Caleb drew back. He arched a brow, then reached between their bodies and ran his hand down Everett’s burgeoning erection. “At least it’s a sausage and not a pepperoni stick.”
“Pepperoni sticksarea type of summer sausage, genius.”
Caleb opened his mouth and was about to return fire with another quip when a new voice cut into their discussion. “He’s right, you know.”
A slender young man stood hardly more than an arm’s length away, his white button-down shirt hanging open to reveal a trim, lightly muscled chest. His black slacks sat dangerously low on his hips, flaunting a carefully groomed trail of hair that led south from his navel. Caleb lifted his gaze, following the newcomer’s expanse of exposed skin to his collarbone.
Heshimmered.
Caleb blinked, blindsided. It wasn’t unusual to spot sweaty clubgoers on the dance floor who shimmered in similar ways, but this was different—the man wasn’t sweaty… he washot.Caleb, whose tongue had decided to fail him, and who was the epitome of grace and good manners, stared. How did anyone manage to get their hair looking so soft? And his skin? Somehow it was dewy, but not slick from perspiration, and it glowed in ways that drew the eye to his most delicate features. Was that glitter?
Fuck yes, it was.
Fine, well-packed glitter that caught the light and gave him that dewy look. More of it sparkled in the black eyeliner rimming the man’s waterlines and shimmered in downplayed ways in his smoky eyeshadow. Until that moment, Caleb had always considered glitter the herpes of the craft world, but seeing it on the man before him changed his mind. It was playful and flashy. Confident. Youthful.
Yet…
There was an undercurrent of something serious that lurked behind his sass that challenged the carefree persona the glitter helped him achieve. He may have acted like he was the hottest shit that had ever walked into Circuit Rush, but Caleb got the feeling that there was more going on with him than he’d ever admit.
“Pepperoni sticksarea type of summer sausage,” the newcomer continued, “but based on the curvature of your hand, I’m willing to bet that we’re not talking somethingthatsmall.”
“Hey!” The hairs on the back of Caleb’s neck stood on end, and he pulled his hand back from Everett’s bulge. Under normal circumstances, he couldn’t have cared less if a stranger had walked by and caught him fondling Everett—it wouldn’t have been the first time, and it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. These, however, were far from normal circumstances. Not only had the dude decided to butt into their conversation, but he spoke in a sly, playful kind of way that gave Caleb the impression he was mocking him. “My dick isnotsmall, thank you very much.”
The stranger looked over his shoulder, crossed his arms over his chest, then took a small step forward. “I’m not saying that you’re small, Mr. Big.”
Everett snickered, the bastard.
“In fact, I will defend that sausagey dick of yours all night long if you ask me to, no matter how small it is.”
Everett snickered again. Caleb punched him in the shoulder, but Everett only laughed harder.
“Okay, okay,” Everett said as he pulled himself together. “So, cool offer. Thanks. As esteemed ambassador to my buddy’s dick over here—”
“Oh my fuck,” Caleb breathed. “Seriously?”
