Casey rolled his eyes as he released me, and I felt a pang at the absence of his touch. “If you didn’t learn this when I tried to teach you in college, I don’t see what the hope is now.” He pulled a hand through his long hair, pushing it back. “I know you’re coordinated, though.”
I snorted, then tried to loosen my body. “I don’t think coordination is the problem.” Without thinking about it, I took another step toward Casey, close enough that our bodies nearly touched. “Anyway, if you keep trying to teach me how to dance, you’ll never find a hookup tonight.”
Casey bounced his hips lightly, then leaned forward close enough that his beard brushed my cheek. “Nah,” he said, his voice rolling beneath the music. “I’ll skip the strangers and come home with you and Russell tonight.”
We stayed like that, inches away from each other. It was like every other time we had built up to something more. My skin felt hot, and my nerves were all exposed, and the more Casey and I moved together, the harder my cock grew.
Except, unlike every other time, there was no way for us to mess around together that night. We were here with Russell, and that meant this heat would have to stay on the dance floor.
Casey stepped back quickly, tearing our connection apart. I followed his eyes and saw Russell approaching again, that warm smile on his face.
I turned and fixed my cock, which was bulging in my pants. The last thing I needed was Peyton’s little brother going and telling him that his best friends were secretly hooking up sometimes. If Peyton ever did learn that information, it should definitely come from us.
“Hey guys,” Russell said, sliding up to us. He’d unbuttoned the top of his collared blue shirt, and in the blinking lights of the dancefloor, my eyes were suddenly drawn to how pretty his eyes were. “Did I miss the dance?”
“Nope,” I said as I returned to my awkward stepping back and forth. “Casey was just appreciating my total lack of rhythm.”
Russell laughed, then slipped into his own dance, swaying his hips in a loose, easy way that surprised me. “You’re not so bad,” he said. “Beer helps, though.”
He and Casey stood in front of me, each moving in a way that somehow perfectly complimented the other. Casey rode the line of looking like he was at a rock concert and bobbing his head to a metal band, even as his body bounced lightly with the electronic pop music. Russell kept the same rhythm alongside him, smiling with his eyes closed as he swayed his hips and lifted his fists to the sides of his head.
The need I felt to touch Casey flared again, this time consuming both of the guys. Every part of them was hot to me, from the smooth skin on Russell’s cheeks to Casey’s hairy arms and chest. My cock ached as I watched them together, both hot as hell in their own ways.
Oh shit. This was not good.
I tried to hold myself together, sticking it out through what was actually an incredibly long remix of a song. I turned my eyes away from the guys, looking out over the crowded dance floor. There were shirtless men everywhere and a scattering of gorgeous women thrown in, too, but none of it did anything. It was like I could only see Russell and Casey, burned into my vision as their bodies moved closer and closer.
I wanted to grab them both in my arms and feel the friction of their bodies. I wanted to drag them off the dance floor, bring them home, and throw them straight in my bed.
When I turned back to face them, I thought I was going to burst. Thank god the song ended instead, and I grunted something about needing a break and hurried away before they could stop me.
My head spinning, I went straight to the bar in the back. My cock actually hurt, it was throbbing so hard.
This was not me. I wasn’t horny all the time like Casey was, and I definitely didn’t get hard thinking about Casey and some other guy touching each other. Fuck, I usually encouraged him to go mess around. It was the best way to remind myself that we weren’t actually together, even if it could feel that way sometimes.
But this wasn’t just him fooling around with someone else. This was Russell. Not only was he Peyton’s younger brother, he was a sweetheart on top of that. Everything I learned about him, I liked. I appreciated his confidence in the fact that he wanted to raise kids one day and the way he had moved to a strange city, dead set on making it on his own.
We’d only just reconnected, but I honestly cared about Russell, and I absolutely was not about to confuse all that with fantasies that were hitting me out of left field.
“Hey.” Casey appeared behind me, and I became aware of how hard my heart was beating. “I promised you a beer.” He stepped up to the bar, then signaled to the bartender.
“Oh, thanks,” I grunted, avoiding his eyes.
“Russell’s still dancing. I told him I’d be back out.” His brow tightened, and a softer look came on his face. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah,” I answered, not surprised he could read me so well, then stepped closer to him as I talked over the music. “Fine.”
We stood close for a minute, neither of us saying anything, and the tension built like we were back on the dancefloor. My whole body throbbed, and I wanted so bad to grab the back of his head and pull him into a kiss. I could barely stand it.
Any other night. Any other fucking night, and he’d be mine.
Casey took the beer from the bartender, then handed it to me. He held it close to his chest as he stepped forward, and when I laid my hand over his to take the bottle, he pushed his leg against mine.
“Shame,” he said, his mouth at my ear. “But not tonight.”
I fought the urge to rub my cock up against his bulge. “Yeah,” I breathed. “Too bad.”
Before we parted ways, I leaned closer, then took Casey in a deep, quick kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and squeezed his body close, letting him feel me. It was out of character, surprising even me, but the urge was too strong to let go.
I just needed to touch him.
It felt good. So fucking good. A hot release trembled through my muscles, and the taste of him was like extinguishing a thirst.
But as I held him, I felt something else, too. Another need that was still flaming, burning hotter as we touched.
I wanted Russell. I wanted him there, pressed between us. It felt wrong and scary and against the rules to want that, but I couldn’t help but feel it in my bones anyway.
Casey and I pulled our lips apart. I let go of him and stepped back, breaking the connection, and when I did, his eyes went wide.
“Russell,” he said. “Hey.”
