“I bet,” Cory said, shaking his head. “I mean, I’d even bottom for him. I’ve seen him fuck a few times down on the first floor. He’s like a machine.”
“I know,” John said, a small smile on his lips. Even though Carter had decided—at least probably—not to see him again, the memories of their two nights together were good ones.
“So are you going to see him again?” Cory asked. He had his back against the bar, long leather-clad legs stretched out in front of him. There were more than a few people checking him out.
“No,” John said, unable to keep the disappointment out of his voice. “He’s moved on.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Cory said.
John just shrugged and told him not to worry about it. He shifted the conversation toward Cory’s dating life, not wanting to dwell on Carter. He spent the next half an hour hearing all about Cory’s exploits at Club Thorn, and by the time Cory was done talking he was curious about the first floor where all of Cory’s stories took place.
“And you don’t mind?” he asked, leaning one elbow on the bar and looking at his friend with an intent expression.
“Mind what?” Cory was still facing the room, legs stretched out in an indecent V and his elbows resting on the bar behind him. He looked at John with a little half grin, like he knew exactly what he was asking.
“That everyone can see you down there?When you’re fucking.”
Cory laughed. “No, it’s hot. Besides, when you get into it they all sort of… fade into the background. You don’t feel nearly as exposed as you’d think. Do you want to go downstairs and take a look around?”
John nodded. The stamp on his hand made it easy to say yes. With the mark, he wouldn’t be invited or pressured into joining in on any of the fun, and he could satisfy his curiosity without worry.
Cory bit his lip and grinned. He got up and grabbed John’s wrist, pulling him off his seat.
“Great. Let’s go.”
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