Dane waved him off as if he were nuts. “Whatever. You just want to believe I want to fuck you.”
Chuckling, Gabe pointed at Dane. “One day, baby. You and I are going to the mat, so to speak. You’ll see.”
“In your dreams, blue eyes,” Dane laughed. He flicked his hand. “Shew. You’re wasting your charms on me. Go find your new boy.”
“He left—”
“What thefuckwas that?” Gino popped his head into the dressing room, startling both men. He sauntered through the door, still wearing his G-string, a notablebulgestretching the crotch. “Holy shit, you guys wereon fire.Do you know how many customers were jerking off under the tables?” He laughed loudly. “I was about to join them.Fuck.”
“What can I say?” Gabe grinned conspiratorially at Dane. “It’s just been one of those days.”
Gino sidled up to Gabe, dragging a fingertip through the crack of his ass, tracing the silver strip of the G-string. Gabe shuddered as his cock twitched hard. “You look like you could use some…” He pushed up on his toes and kissed Gabe hot on the mouth. “… relief.”
“Mm.” Gabe groaned against his lips and palmed the Italian’s small, luscious ass. The level of heat surging through his system nearly prevented him from declining, but somehow he managed to do just that. “Can I give you a rain check?” he moaned through another scorching kiss.
Gino pushed against him, rolling his erection over Gabe’s own. “Sure you don’t want a quickie to cool the fire?” he whispered, sliding his wet tongue along Gabe’s lower lip. “You don’t have to begentle.”
Fuck.Gabe almost whimpered. He was so fucking hard andneededwhat Gino was offering. But as hot and sexy as the young Italian was—he wasn’t the one Gabe hungered for.
With great effort, Gabe gripped his arms and gently moved Gino back. “Don’t think for one second that I don’t want to tap your sexy ass,” he panted. “But this time, I have to pass.”
When Gino accepted that he wouldn’t be separating Gabe from his G-string, he finally vacated the dressing room.
“Nowwho’s the party pooper?” Dane smiled. “For a second there, I thought for sure you were going to take him up on it.”
Gabe wiped his mouth, his heart pounding. “For a second there, so did I.”
“I’m impressed by your resilience,” Dane chuckled. “You must really have it bad for the new guy.” He walked to the door. “I’m going to take a shower.” He paused and eyed Gabe. “Alone.”
“Party pooper,” Gabe tossed after him. Gabe needed another shower as well, but he couldn’t handle standing next tonakedDane right now. He didn’t know why he would’ve surely taken Gino’s offer if it had been extended byDane. Gino was sexy as hell, fun, and had veryskilledhands and mouth—Gabe and Gino had “played” together a few times since Gabe arrived at the club; he was familiar with the Italian’stalents.
Gabe waited for Dane to finish, then entered the shower room and stripped off the G-string. Earlier images of Cole exploded through his head as he stepped beneath the shower spray and began to wash the oil and sweat from his body. He closed his eyes, his hands becoming Cole’s. A coiling ache tightened his balls, and his lower stomach knotted as his cock stretched longer and swelled thicker.
“Fuck…”Gabe slapped one hand against the tiled wall and grabbed his dick with the other. He stroked his soapy fist up and down his engorged shaft, chest tight, breath ragged.“Uuuhhh…”
“I could’ve done that for you.”
Gabe jumped, jerking around, still clutching his shaft.
Gino stood a couple of feet away, naked, his thick, uncut cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls, the foreskin sliding back as he worked his fist from base to glistening tip with slow, deliberate strokes. “Mind if I jerk off with you?” A sexy, half-smile turned up the corner of his mouth. “’Cause watching you is really turning me on.”
Gabe felt lightheaded. His dick throbbed against his palm. Gino walked closer and turned on the shower head next to Gabe’s. He stood beneath the spray, turned his face up to the water, and continued stroking his dick. Gabe watched him, unable to pull his eyes away as his blood boiled and his member started to pulse in his fist.
Gino tilted his head and looked at him, a small smile on his handsome face. He turned toward Gabe, moving closer until their cockheads brushed together, slick with pre-cum and water. A hard jolt shot through Gabe as he stared into the man’s darkeyes, their fists pumping in perfect sync, knuckles occasionally grazing each other’s swollen shafts. Gino’s uncut head emerged glistening from its foreskin with each upstroke, while Gabe’s circumcised crown throbbed visibly, veins standing out along his length as they masturbated in rhythm with one another.
The haze around Gabe’s mind thickened as Gino’s face morphed into Cole’s, and he jerked himself harder, faster, his cockhead swelling purple and leaking pre-cum that mixed with the shower spray. The transition happened in a blur of lust—suddenly his palm was wrapped around Gino’s thick shaft, feeling the foreskin slide back and forth over the ridge of his corona with each stroke, while Gino’s fingers squeezed and twisted around his own throbbing length. He only fully registered the exchange when Gino began to gasp, short and sharp, as he thrust his veiny dick urgently through Gabe’s slick fist.
“Fuck!”Gabe’s vision blurred as Gino’s hand tightened around his pulsing shaft, the Italian’s thumb expertly circling the sensitive ridge beneath his cockhead with each upstroke. His balls drew up tight against his body, tingling with the impending explosion.“Uuhh... uuh... uuhh!”He slammed his leaking cock into the man’s grip, feeling every vein pulse against those skilled fingers until they were pressed against each other, jerking wildly—then suddenly, hot ropes of pearly cum erupted from both men, spattering across their abs and chests, that the shower immediately began to wash away as intense waves of pleasure radiated from Gabe’s groin through his entire body.
Sweet relief flooded his system, weakening his knees. Gabe dropped against the wall, his back smacking wetly on the tiles, as his chest heaved with labored breaths.
Gino leaned on the wall beside him, panting loudly. “See?” he grinned. “I knew you needed that.”
“Yeah…” Gabe gasped with a tremor and closed his eyes. “I guess… I did.” As good as it felt toget off, he knew it would have felt evenbetterif it had beenCole’shand that “got” him there.
Since returning to the apartment, Cole felt restless, almost agitated. Notirritable, just… on edge. He was aware thatpartof the problem was the throbbing ache between his legs that he had yet to deal with. It had “grown” so bad that he was sweating, his skin flushed with a fever that seemed to burn outward from deep within his core.
But the source of the agitation came from more than just the need torelease. The problem was that he didn’t understand theothersource, only that it originated in his mind rather than his body. He couldn’t focus because all he could think about was Gabe. Theshower.The stage performance.
