Jack

by A M Snead

  Jack nodded and swallowed thickly, eyes darting anxiously around the room.

  “Well, to be an official member of Gideon’s family—you must prove you have what it takes to play with the big boys.”

  Jack looked at him, brow pinching.

  “We pick a song and you get to show us your stuff.” He winked. “If you make it through without fleeing the stage—your drinks for the rest of the night are on the house.” He motioned toward Daniel. “Courtesy of our sexy host.” Derek gripped Jack’s shoulder. “You up for it?”

  “No,” Jack chuffed.

  “Come on, baby!” Garrett called. “You can do it! You’re fucking hot!”

  The twins joined in, encouraging Jack. Then the entire place began chanting Jack’s name.

  Lucas appeared at Garrett’s side, cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “Maybe he’s scared! Is that it, Jack? Want me to get up there and show you how it’s done?”

  Derek shook his head and smirked at Jack. “You gonna let him show you up? Him?”

  Lucas grinned and made chicken noises.

  “Seriously?” Derek cocked an eyebrow at Jack. “You gonna let him get away with that?”

  Garrett chuckled and stared up at Jack, catching the boy’s eye. Come on, baby, I know you can dance.

  ♥

  He held Garrett’s stare for a long moment, Lucas’ taunts fading out as he got swept away by the look in Garrett’s eyes. The man was tense with anticipation of seeing him dance, of being turned on. And the thought of teasing and tantalizing Garrett till he couldn’t take it anymore—it psyched Jack up and sent a shock to his crotch.

  The recent memory of being pinned to Garrett’s bed, the man moving against him, wanting him, craving him—caused a series of twitches in his cock. Jack’s gaze travelled downward where Garrett was adjusting the evidence of his arousal. Jack knew, when he met Garrett’s gaze again, that Garrett would see the equally smoldering heat in Jack’s eyes.

  Lips tightening in determination, he peeled off his jacket and threw it in Lucas’ face then looked at Derek. “Let’s do it.”

  Garrett whistled loud and shrill and winked at Jack. “Yeah, baby!” he shouted as the room exploded with cheers and more whistles.

  “Any particular song you want us to play?” Derek asked.

  Jack leaned close and spoke low. Derek chuckled. “Perfect.” He and Nicky walked offstage.

  Backing up to the pole, staring out at the expectant crowd, Jack wondered if he’d made a mistake. Maybe running away like a scared little girl would have been his best bet. But it was too late for that now.

  The stage lights began to flash more quickly as the music started. He’d danced plenty of times to this song in private. He could do this. He could.

  The beat grabbed him with the first line of lyric—"So hot, out the box, can you pick up the pace”—and his body took over as he gripped the cool metal rod behind him, hips swaying as he slid down the pole.

  ♥

  Fuck. Garrett’s cock turned to steel the instant Jack hit the pole and dropped down, eyes burning into Garrett’s face. The lyrics of the song of choice smoldered in Jack’s stare; and in his head, Garrett heard the words in Jack’s voice as Jack was up on his feet again, shoving away from the pole, his body shifting and moving. He came forward, his hands slipping under his shirt, flashing glimpses of his firm, lean stomach, his eyes never leaving Garrett’s face. Garrett’s mind exploded with images of their first time fucking as the shot glass clamped fiercely in his fist, knuckles straining and whitening.

  The music surged over Garrett and drowned his senses as Jack whipped off his shirt and the crowd went wild. Jack rocked and swayed in perfect sync with the beat and the lyrics, grabbing his crotch and thrusting his hips.

  A sudden flood of sexual heat blasted through Garrett in a rush of dizziness that nearly tumbled him off the stool. He gripped the edge of the bar to steady himself, his heart pounding wildly and crotch aching like a son of a bitch.

  The beat of the song shifted slightly, and Jack’s rhythm correlated, his hips rocked and swayed, hypnotizing Garrett as the boy’s hands went to the front of his pants and peeled them open.

  A sudden spike in the beat and rhythm, and Jack slid his pants down over his hips just far enough to tease then dropped lower in a smooth, sexy move in conjunction with the teasing, tantalizing lyrics of the song. Jack twisted around as his ass came into view, clad in tight, blue briefs with a white elastic band.

  The room vibrated with the music and shouts, but it all seemed a far-off din to Garrett as all he was aware of was Jack.

  The pants worked sensually down Jack’s legs, his ass swaying at the edge of the stage, oh so close. Garrett groaned audibly, the noise of the club drowning him out. His cock throbbed and pulsed, and he feared he might lose it before this was over.

  Jack bent over forward, his ass rocking. The pants came off, along with Jack’s shoes and socks, the boy somehow never missing a beat or losing his sexy rhythm in the process. He straightened and spun back around in one fluid movement, hands locking together behind his neck as he moved to the very edge of the stage, not two feet from Garrett.

  Garrett bit his lower lip, stifling a scream of sheer sexual agony as Jack swung his hips, body curving and swaying so fucking sexy. Jack pumped his hips, eyes on fire, searing Garrett’s mind and swelling his cock until tears stung his eyes from pure desperation to fuck the guy. Jack’s crotch bulged with an erection of his own and it was clear he wanted all the same things as Garrett.

  Garrett groaned again. I can’t fucking take this anymore. He was off the stool, up over the bar and onto the stage in a matter of seconds. The crowd screamed louder, cheered harder, as Garrett ripped off his shirt then grabbed Jack’s hips, his body falling into perfect sync with Jack’s rhythm. He pulled him closer, crotch to crotch, rocking, rubbing. His hands slid behind Jack and clutched his ass, jerking him forward until they were pasted together, bodies moving as one, faces barely an inch apart.

  Jack’s heavy breath panted into Garrett’s mouth, their lips parted, nearly touching. Jack was all over him, hands caressing and exploring. The music wrapped around them and pulled them under its spell. Garrett didn’t know just when his pants came open, but his hard cock was suddenly straining against his briefs through the open fly of his jeans, grinding against Jack’s bulging crotch. It took a sheer force of will not to throw the guy to the stage floor and fuck him right there.

  ♥

  Oh God, I’m gonna fucking lose it.

  Garrett was on Jack like a vise, but Jack didn’t resist him. He pressed against the man, pumping his hips firmly against Garrett’s cock in a rocking motion. He dragged his nails down Garrett’s chest, raking his sweaty skin then rubbed back up and locked his hands behind the man’s neck. He arched suddenly, a loud gasp bursting from him as his back hit the pole and Garrett shoved against him, body shifting and swaying, hips rolling. He grabbed Jack’s leg and pulled it up and around his hip as they worked each other over until they were both panting and moaning.

  Jack released Garrett’s neck and reached up, grabbing the pole. He lifted himself off the floor and wrapped his legs around Garrett’s waist, squeezing hard and working his hips against Garrett’s groin as he bent back against the pole, causing his body to arch outward sensually. His skin burned hot, slick with sweat. Garrett held onto his hips, fingers gouging and pushing under the rear waistband of his briefs.

  The back of Jack’s head pressed hard against the pole, tilting his face upward. His eyes closed as he bit his lip and moaned, thrusting against Garrett, begging the man with his body to please fuck him. The club and everyone in it faded out of reach of his awareness and all he could feel was Garrett’s hands on his body, his hard cock straining to get at him. All he heard was the rush of Garrett’s breath blasting against his throat.

  Jack dropped his face down suddenly and let loose of the pole with one hand, grabbing the back of Garrett’s head. He pulled him into a hard
, desperate kiss—which sent a charge not only through them, but through the entire room as the shouts and whistles broke through his mind fog and exploded into his head.

  The song ended with a suddenness that left Jack dizzy, heart pounding, racing wildly. His legs remained wrapped around Garrett, their bodies suctioned tight. Garrett panted into his mouth as their kiss broke, his head shoved against Jack’s brow, eyes burning into him. The man’s chest heaved and sweat drenched his torso as it did Jack’s entire body.

  “I need a drink,” Jack said in a whisper, throat parched.

  A slow smile curved Garrett’s lips. “Drinks are on the house, baby.”

  Neither moved as they stared into one another’s heated eyes. Both knew what they really wanted, but no requests or suggestions were made.

  22 “The Request”

  WHEN Jack’s feet dropped to the stage floor, his knees nearly buckled but Garrett caught him around the waist. “I got you,” he murmured, his face still close to Jack’s. “Wait here.” He moved Jack’s hands to the pole then stepped out across the stage and retrieved Jack’s clothes. “In this place,” Garrett said quietly with a smile as he helped Jack back into his pants, “you might want to cover that up.” He shot a look at Jack’s stiff erection bulging his briefs.

  “Yeah.” Jack, in a daze, laughed anxiously, his gaze unsteady on Garrett’s face. He wasn’t sure just what happened up here onstage with Garrett, but it felt like something had changed, a line had been crossed—and the emotional walls they had tried to keep up were quaking on their foundations.

  Garrett stood up from where he had been crouched before Jack, directing his feet into his pant legs. He dragged Jack’s pants up his legs and over his hips and ass. His fingers found the fly of Jack’s jeans and tucked down in between the zipper and Jack’s erection, his knuckles pressing into Jack’s hard flesh, taking care to avoid any “accidents” with the teeth of the zipper as he slid it up then fastened the button. His eyes were as unsteady as Jack’s, as if he, too, were in a kind of daze, knocked for a loop by what had just happened. The t-shirt was tugged down over Jack’s head as he slid his arms through the short sleeves. Garrett pulled the shirt down over his stomach then rested his hands on Jack’s hips.

  “Ready for those drinks?” Garrett asked with a rasp to his voice, breathless.

  “Uh huh.” Jack nodded and swallowed hard as all the want and hunger and need continued to smolder in Garrett’s eyes. The man shifted himself in his pants, his cock hard and bulging his crotch.

  The crowd was still raucous when Garrett and Jack climbed down off the stage. Lucas swept him away from Garrett, grabbed two handfuls of his ass and kissed him hard on the mouth. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed. “You about made me juice my jeans.” Lucas wasn’t wearing jeans, but that was apparently incidental.

  Jack was lightheaded and didn’t know just when he left Lucas’ grasp and was caught between the twins. “Oh, Jack,” Mickey moaned and pressed against him. “You were so sexy.” The boy’s crotch bumped Jack’s thigh and let Jack know how truly aroused he was.

  Marcus pushed up against him from the other side, equally aroused, his hand rubbing up Jack’s chest. “I think I’m in love,” he purred. “Will you dance with us like that sometime, Jack?” His soft lips brushed Jack’s ear. “Please?”

  “Please?” Mickey echoed softly, pleading.

  With his body on fire from the dance with Garrett, the twins’ rubbing and caressing was about to shove Jack over the edge. His arms went around their supple bodies, fingers squeezing their waists and touching heated skin beneath the hem of their shirts. “Yes,” he groaned and hugged them hard against him, kissing each one on the mouth. “You know it, my sweets.”

  They smiled with such deceptive innocence as two hands went to Jack’s crotch and squeezed gently but with purpose.

  “Oh God.” Jack trembled. “You two are evil little imps, you know that?”

  “Un-uh,” Marcus cooed close to Jack’s ear. “We’re angels.”

  Jack whimpered, his cock beginning to pulse beneath the boys’ hands. “You do take me to heaven,” Jack panted.

  “We would love to take care of this for you, Jack,” Mickey whispered and massaged Jack’s groin slowly and thoroughly.

  “Oh yes,” Marcus moaned and entwined his fingers with Mickey’s as they rubbed him in one continuous motion that caused his eyes to water with sheer sexual agony.

  “But we can’t, Marcus,” Mickey murmured, and their hands slid away from Jack’s crotch and caressed up his torso. “Someone else is waiting to do that.” They ducked their heads and cast impish looks at Garrett, smiling like little devils.

  Garrett had wandered in the direction of the bar, caught up in banter with Lucas and a couple of the boys, but he hadn’t drifted too far, and his focus remained on Jack. When the twins looked directly at him, mischief in their eyes, he broke away from the others and approached the three of them. He smiled at the twins and shook his head. “What’re you naughty little boys doing to poor Jack?”

  “Nothing.” Marcus’ lips tightened with a smile and he laid his head on Jack’s shoulder.

  “We’re being nice.” Mickey stroked Jack’s arm.

  “Oh, I have no doubt,” Garrett laughed softly. “But I need to steal him now and get him drunk.”

  The twins stepped back and huddled together, heads touching as they grinned at Garrett. “Why, Garrett?” they purred. “So you can take advantage of him?” They giggled, clinging to each other.

  “Oh, good Lord,” Garrett groaned and grinned then shooed them away. “Be gone, you evil little cherubs.”

  The boys flashed sexy smiles at Jack and waved flirtingly. “Bye, Jack,” they cooed in unison.

  “Bye.” Jack grinned. “You beautiful, bad things.”

  The twins laughed, their bodies swaying as one as they moved out through the crowd.

  Garrett stepped closer to Jack, watching the retreating boys. “Fuck, they’re something, aren’t they?”

  His crotch still throbbing from their massage, Jack nodded. “They are,” he said quietly. The pulse in his cock intensified when Garrett rested his hand on Jack’s lower back. Their recent activity onstage rushed to the forefront of his mind and he got lost in the memory of Garrett pinning him against the pole, hips rocking, their cocks rubbing and grinding. A quick exhale of breath pushed out of his nostrils.

  Garrett directed him toward the bar, but the intensity of Garrett’s fingertips pressing into his hot skin gave fair warning that their night together wouldn’t end here in the club.

  ♥

  “Shit, that boy of yours can dance.” Daniel shook his head and grinned. He twisted on the stool and faced Gideon. “What’re the chances of him becoming a regular here?”

  Gideon watched as Jack and Garrett approached the far end of the bar. He noted the somewhat possessive nature of Garrett’s hand on Jack’s back. Their performance onstage had been spontaneous, and nothing about it had been “for show.” The two boys had been completely lost in one another. Gideon wished he knew if this were a good thing or not. He sighed and shrugged and glanced at Daniel with a smile. “I guess you’ll have to ask him.”

  “I’ll definitely make a note to do that,” Daniel chuckled. His soft cocoa eyes rested on Gideon’s face. “Is there a problem?” he asked quietly as Gideon’s attention drifted back to Garrett and Jack.

  “Hm?” he turned his back to the boys then shook his head. “No.”

  Daniel nodded slowly, clearly unconvinced. He leaned closer and ran his hand up Gideon’s thigh, a smile on his lips.

  “What’re you doing?” Gideon cocked an eyebrow, lips quirking.

  “Spend the night with me.” Daniel dipped his head and nuzzled Gideon’s neck. “Come on. The boys will be fine out at the property alone for one night.” His thumb rubbed over Gideon’s solid crotch. “That little performance really got me going. If you leave me alone tonight…I might hurt myself.” He grinned and nibbled Gideon’s earlobe. “
I need adult supervision.”

  Gideon drew back and looked at the man with a smirk. “When don’t you need adult supervision?”

  “My point exactly.” Daniel smiled.

  As it had on previous occasions, uncertainty prevented Gideon from snatching up his friend’s proposal. This wasn’t the first time Daniel had invited Gideon to his bed. By now, did the man simply expect to be turned down? What would he do if Gideon actually took him up on it? The framed photo from Gideon’s desk rose up and hovered behind Gideon’s mind; was that what kept him from accepting Daniel’s offer—David? If so, then Gideon had to surmise it was simply an “excuse,” because David was not an option for him. He never had been, as much as Gideon wanted to believe he had. So, if he was refusing Daniel now, and using David as the excuse, then it was because…what?

  That was the answer that continued to elude him.

  “So, you’re giving me another big, fat no?” Daniel raised an eyebrow.

  Gideon ducked his head and chuckled, rubbing his lips together.

  “You know.” Daniel leaned in closer and murmured in Gideon’s ear. “One of these times, you’re going to relent and give me a big, fat”—he palmed Gideon’s crotch and squeezed—“something else…instead.”

  Gideon licked his lips slowly, his cock twitching to Daniel’s grip. “You think so, huh?”

  Nipping Gideon’s earlobe, Daniel whispered, “A guy can hope, can’t he?”

  ♥

  The room was beginning to warp and spin. Jack wasn’t used to drinking like this, and especially not hard shots. He was pretty sure, before the night was over, he would be bowing to the porcelain gods.

  Garrett laughed when Jack swayed on his feet and bumped against the man. “Easy there, baby.” He tossed back another shot and didn’t seem overly steady on his own two legs.