Dylan swiped it and knocked it back, letting the burn seep into his bones, stoking a fire that was already well lit. He cast a glance around the club. It had filled up while he’d been in the shower, and it was pumping now. The music had been ramped up, and the moans of nearby playmates barely carried over the sultry dubstep beats. Dylan bought more drinks and slid one Angelo’sway.
Angelo stared at it. Dylan nudged him. “What’swrong?”
“I can’t buy you one back. I only had a tenner in mypocket.”
“But you paid for me to get in,” Dylan protested. “That’s worth a couple ofbevvies.”
A ghost of a smirk threatened Angelo’s earnest expression. “I didn’t pay. Perks of being an ex-employee.”
Dylan cast his gaze around the club again, picturing Angelo weaving among the tangles of writhing bodies, delivering drinks, and clearing glasses. Clocking off early and joining the fray. He hadn’t been sure how he’d feel about watching Angelo play with someone else, but now that they were in the club, it was all he could think about. Getting fucked in the basement rooms had sated Dylan’s darkest fantasies, but there was more?—always, always more. He’d felt Angel rise in Angelo, but he hadn’tseenit.I need to seeit.
At this time of night, the club’s dance floor was basically a blowjob pit. Cast in shadows from the colourful spotlights, Dylan couldn’t see much, but a hot bloke going to town on a fat dick caught his eye. The dude had skills, and Dylan wondered how he’d look with his lips wrapped around Angelo’s cock. HowAngelowould look as he got deepthroated.
The man finished up with his playmate a little while later. Dylan sidled closer to Angelo, who was playing his role of the quiet brooding top to perfection. “You wannaplay?”
“Withyou?”
Dylan jerked his head at the man who was meandering vaguely in their direction. “And him. I wanna see him suckyou.”
Angelo raised an eyebrow and necked his drink. “What are you going todo?”
“Watch. Touch. That okay withyou?”
“Are you going to let me fuck youafter?”
“I’d imagineso?”
“Then you’d better wave himover.”
The man seemed to be heading towards them now anyway. Dylan chanced brushing a kiss to Angelo’s neatly stubbled jaw and then turned his attention to the approaching man. He took a step away from Angelo and slipped seamlessly into the other dude’s personal space. “Hey. What’s yourname?”
“Rhys,” the man replied without hesitation. “You?”
“Dylan. And this is my friend?—?” Dylan tugged Angelo forward?—“Angelo. Would you like to joinus?”
The pleasantries didn’t last long. Rhys was clearly an experienced player, and he was on his knees within a fewminutes.
Dylan plastered himself to Angelo’s side as Rhys swallowed Angelo’s cock. He pulled Angelo’s shirt over his head and then fused his lips to Angelo’s left nipple. The quickening thud of Angelo’s heart echoed in his ear, and as he bit down, Angelo’s answering groan sent him into overdrive. He stripped his own clothes and moved around Angelo.God, I want to fuck him.But he dampened the craving?—for now?—and dropped down beside Rhys. “Care toshare?”
Rhys treated him to a wet grin. “Have atit.”
Dylan didn’t need telling twice. He claimed his place at Angelo’s feet, and Angelo tastedamazing. Dylan slid his mouth up and down, flicking his tongue like a precome-crazed lizard, and it was only the need for oxygen that forced him to pullback.
He drew his mouth from Angelo with apopand gazed up at him. Angelo returned his stare, his eyes hooded as Rhys feverishly sucked his cock, his cheeks stained with a heady flush. He leaned back on the bar and raised an eyebrow, the challenge clear.What ya got next forme?
Dylan smirked.Wait andsee.
He stood and relished the distant buzz that came with the sensation of dozens of eyes on him. The thrill of being watched wasn’t as sharp as it had been when he’d first come to the club a few years ago, but he made a show of retrieving a condom from his jeans anyway?—for Angelo, as much as theiraudience.
Angelo’s eyes widened, and Dylan winked, even as his pulse jumped in anticipation of what he’d had in mind since he’d spotted Rhys sucking cock on the other side of theroom.
Dylan tugged Rhys to his feet and brought his lips to his ear. “Can I fuckyou?”
Biting down on his slick bottom lip, Rhys nodded. “Condom?”
Dylan dangled the rubber between them. Rhys plucked it from his fingers and took Dylan’s hand, leading him to a nearby couch. The leather was cool against Dylan’s heated palms as he bent Rhys over the arm of the sofa. He closed his eyes and imagined that he was sliding his dick into Angelo. His balls jumped, and his soul cried out for the man he was fast becoming utterly infatuatedwith.
Like Dylan had called his name, Angelo was suddenly behind him, his chest to his back, urging Dylan on as he started to fuck Rhys with long, hard strokes, giving Rhys everything he craved fromAngelo.
