I’d never realized the responsibility my job carried until that moment and I refused to let Matt or those kids down. I walked around the building, rolled up blueprints in hand, as I checked over the details of each room myself. I moved into the final room, luckily having found no more problems when my phone rang.
“Hey, baby!” I answered.
“Hi! How’s your day going?” Akio asked.
“Okay. We had a little issue with the electrical work, but nothing that’s going to set us back too much. How about yours?” I listened as he sighed through the phone.
“I’ve had better. Last-minute problems with the tour plans, nothing major, just annoying little things that all add up to be a crazy day,” he told me.
“I’m sorry, baby. I think we both need a night together where we can leave the stress of our jobs behind,” I said, already picturing the two of us curled up on the couch, watching a movie with the lights turned off and a bowl of popcorn in his lap. I’d set the bowl aside and lower him onto his back and when I’d kiss him, his lips would taste like salt and butter. I licked my lips as the image played out clearly in my mind.
“Doesn’t that sound perfect?” Akio exclaimed.
“Yes, it really does. I can’t wait,” I sighed.
“Oh, I’m so glad you think so too. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to go, but I promise, we’ll have a great time.” Hearing the excitement in his voice pulled me back from my daydream. Wait, what? Where are we going? I thought we were snuggling on the couch.
“I’ll need different clothes than what I have at your house, so why don’t you pick me up at my place and we’ll go from there, okay?”
“Okay. Tell me again where we’re going?” I winced as I asked the question, hoping he wouldn’t realize I hadn’t been listening.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you which club,” Akio said with a laugh. “It’s called Lush-Us and it’s my favorite. I can’t wait to see you out on the dance floor,” he purred.
“Me either,” I agreed weakly.
I hung up the phone wondering what in the hell I’d just gotten myself into. I’d never been to a club before because they didn’t have any—gay or straight—in the small town I’d grown up in. I also had no idea how to dance and I was pretty sure I’d make a fool of myself if I tried. The relaxing night I had envisioned for the two of us had been replaced by a new level of stress. I would go though because it was what Akio wanted to do and I would do anything to make him happy. I just hoped I wouldn’t completely embarrass him, and myself, along the way.
I got home and after spending some quality time with Angel, I took a quick shower then stood in front of my open closet, trying to figure out what I was supposed to wear at the trendiest night club in the heart of Chicago. I only knew that much because after I hung up with Akio, I’d quickly googled Lush-Us so I could see what it was like. It was listed as one of the hottest gay clubs in the area and the pictures of the interior showed a huge dance floor on the lower level, a glass walkway above that, which was also used for dancing, and two separate bars on either side of the club.
I looked over my clothing options and groaned in frustration. Somehow, I didn’t think my usual jeans and t-shirts were going to work for where we were going. I scrambled to come up with a solution and then I picked up my phone. There was only one person I could think of that would be able to help me right then.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” I heard him say.
“Carter, I need your help,” I told him, not even caring if he heard the desperation in my voice. After describing the situation and the contents of my closet, he’d laughed and called me hopeless then instructed me to get my ass over to his place.
When I arrived there, Carter and Ryan had circled around me slowly and I’d begun to sweat under their close scrutiny. I’d felt a bit like an animal on the auction block and couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped when I wondered if they were going to check my ears and teeth next. Finally, they both began speaking at once and it was eerie how in tune they were with each other.
“He’s about my size so I’m thinking my black leather pants. They’ll show off his ass nicely,” Ryan said.
“Definitely. And that tight green shirt you just bought will highlight his eyes,” Carter suggested.
“I’ll grab my black boots. Oh wait, what size do you wear?” Ryan asked, turning back around and snapping his fingers.
“Twelve?” I answered, although it came out sounding more like a question.
“Perfect,” he said.
“Oh! I’ll get one of my cuffs and a cord necklace for him to wear,” Carter called out, already walking away.
I stood there, not sure what to do as they raced around, gathering the supplies they’d need. Soon, I was dressed and Carter worked some sticky gunk into my hair while Ryan attached the leather cuff to my wrist. When they were finished, they stepped back and let me look at myself in the mirror. The person staring back at me was unfamiliar.
My hair looked like I’d just enjoyed a sheet-clawing round of sex, the shirt looked like it would split apart if I flexed my arms and I just knew that I was going to rip the back of the tight leather pants the moment I sat down. I looked at their excited faces though and didn’t have the heart to tell them any of that so I pasted a smile on my face and thanked them instead.
A few minutes later, I was on my way to pick up Akio at his apartment. I hated that he still had some of his belongings there, but we were both waiting until we had a free weekend to make the move complete. I wanted him with me all the time and I’d told him as much. He’d agreed and had already begun to move his things over to my place, but it hadn’t happened as quickly as I wanted since we’d both been so busy.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, I had no idea how anyone could get used to wearing such tight clothing. However, I comforted myself with the thought that Akio would probably take one look at me, realize how ridiculous I looked and call the whole thing off. Perhaps we could have that quiet movie night after all.
Akio’s reaction was not at all what I expected though and I wasn’t sure if I should feel disappointed or flattered. I was flattered because his eyes bugged out of his head the minute he saw me and he looked like one of those cartoon characters that was salivating over a big roasted turkey. I was disappointed because judging by his reaction, I wasn’t getting out of going to the club that night.
That realization was even harder to accept when I finally noticed what Akio was wearing. I’d been so nervous about his reaction to me that I hadn’t taken the time to look him over, but once I had his approval, I let my eyes look their fill and I nearly swallowed my tongue at what I saw.
He was dressed in a tight, black mesh shirt and a pair of red leather pants that curved perfectly around his ass. He wore black boots that laced up and he’d completed the outfit with a thin black collar around his neck which filled my mind with images of Akio tied up and at my mercy while I spanked his ass until it was bright red.
My cock stirred to life and I had to close my eyes and picture gross things like curdled milk, spiders, and my great aunt Millie, who used to pinch my cheeks and give me sloppy, red lipsticky kisses right on the lips, no matter how many times I tried to turn my head. I sighed in relief when I felt my cock settle back down. I could barely breathe in the tight pants Ryan had loaned me, there was definitely no room for a hard-on to happen in there.
“OMG!” Akio exclaimed as he walked around me, checking me out. Why does everyone keep doing that? His little joke about my name didn’t go unnoticed and I glared at him, but he just laughed.
“No, seriously, you are so fucking hot. I may have to pee on you so everyone knows you’re mine and to keep their paws off,” he growled.
“Umm…babe, I’m not really into that kind of thing,” I teased. “But I can promise you that no one else will ever touch me. I’m all yours. Besides, I think you’re the one I need to worry about; look at you.”
“Oh! You like this? It was just hanging
in the back of my closet,” he replied off-handedly.
I pulled him into my arms and kissed him until the room spun and we were both gasping for air. My hands slid down to cup his leather clad butt and I swatted him hard, once. He gasped and I bit his bottom lip, tugging on it gently. He moaned and thrust his hips, rubbing himself against my thigh and I could feel his hard arousal.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay here and take these clothes off instead?” I murmured as I began kissing my way down his neck. He shuddered in my arms, but then pulled back.
“Not on your life! My man is hotter than hell and I can’t wait to show him off on the dance floor,” he purred. I started to tell him that I couldn’t dance, but he grabbed me by the hand, dragging me out of his building and to my truck before I got the chance.
The music was loud as we walked into the club and I could feel the pounding of the bass as it vibrated through my chest. I had no idea what I was doing so I followed Akio as he grabbed my hand and led me over to one of the bars. He shouted our drink orders to the bartender who was built like a tank, with a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off the colorful sleeves of ink down each muscled arm. His eyes slid approvingly over Akio and my back stiffened in response to someone encroaching on my territory. He saw the look in my eyes and winked, probably knowing he could easily bench press me if he wanted to, but he got our drinks and moved on to the next customer instead.
Akio smirked at me as he handed me my drink, having missed nothing. I shrugged my shoulders, not sorry at all about my reaction and turned my back to the bar so I could look around at the rest of the club. It was just as the pictures on the internet had shown, the only differences being the crowd of bodies on the dance floor and the bright lights that seemed to flash in time with the music. More people were lining the glass walkway above; dancing, drinking, or watching the crowd below.
I was happy to see that most of the people there were dressed like me and that my outfit hadn’t been some elaborate scheme my cousin and his husband had thought up to make me look like a fool. I still felt completely out of my element though so I was relieved when I saw two familiar faces making their way to us through the crowd.
We took turns hugging Curtis and Jakob and then we made small talk for a while. I smiled at the way they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off each other as they told us what was new with them. It was obvious that they were very much in love and it made me happy that our double date had turned out so well for all four of us. I glanced over at Akio and caught the look in his eyes that told me he’d been thinking the same thing.
After a while, Curtis and Jakob told us goodbye and then they headed back out to dance. I watched their retreating backs, but I could feel Akio’s stare. I knew what he was thinking and I wished he would change his mind, but I should’ve known better. He reached out and took my glass from my hand and set it on the bar behind me then he moved in front of me and slid his body up against mine.
I stared down at him, completely mesmerized by the heat I saw in his eyes. He didn’t have to say a word for me to know exactly what he was thinking. I reached up and ran my finger over the collar around his neck and I watched his throat as he swallowed hard. He licked his lips and then leaned up so he could speak into my ear.
“Dance with me,” Akio said. The feel of his warm breath sent a shiver down my spine and I gave him a single nod, completely under his spell.
Heads turned as I made my way through the crowded dance floor, Morgan right at my heels and I saw the envy in their eyes that he was with me. I had news for them all, he was mine and he’d be with me not only that night, but every night after, I thought proudly. I found an opening and stopped, turning to face him.
A slow song was playing so I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands automatically went around my waist and he pulled me up against him. I could see the wariness in his eyes, but I didn’t understand what had put it there.
“What’s wrong?” I said into his ear so he could hear me over the loud music. He turned his head away so I used my fingers on his jaw to get him to face me again. “What?” I mouthed.
“I’ve never really danced before,” he finally admitted, watching me closely for my reaction. My heart tripped over itself at the vulnerability I saw in his eyes and I smiled at him.
“It’s okay, just move along with me,” I told him, swaying my hips slowly to the music. “Dancing is a lot like sex, just pay attention to your partner’s body and move along with him.”
Morgan gave me a very heated look and then looked down between us as my hips brushed against his. Finally, he started to move and just as I’d suspected, he was a natural. Maybe it was just because he knew my body so well and could predict my moves, but either way it wasn’t long before he was moving his body seductively against mine.
Ariana Grande started singing about walking side to side and I could tell Morgan was feeling more confident, so I stepped back and raised my hands above my head as I turned in a slow circle, rolling my hips. I looked over my shoulder and saw his eyes glaze over as he followed my every move and I hoped he was enjoying the way my ass looked in my leather pants.
By the time I had turned back around, Morgan had all but stopped on the dance floor and was staring at me, his eyes so dark they looked almost black. I let my gaze drop and saw the prominent bulge behind his zipper and my mouth watered. My hands smoothed over his chest and my hips continued to move to the music as I dropped lower and lower in front of him, my hands trailing along the same path until I was nearly on the floor and my hands were covering his groin. I gave a small squeeze and his hips jerked towards me.
I bit my lower lip and gazed at him through lowered lashes as I moved back up his body. He reached for me, but I turned my back to him and bent down, my ass swishing back and forth, tantalizingly over his cock. I had to hold back a laugh when he grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him roughly.
I straightened, my back pressed to his chest, and I felt sweat trickle down my spine as he ran his fingers up the back of my neck. I gasped as his fingers curled underneath the leather collar I was wearing and pulled, not enough to hurt me, I knew Morgan never would, but enough for me to feel the bite of leather as it cut into my skin, threatening my breathing. I’d had my fun teasing him, but he was letting me know, in no uncertain terms, that he was in charge, and God, if that didn’t make me want to kneel at his feet right there in front of the entire club. I never knew I had a submissive side, but being with Morgan had allowed many self-discoveries.
“Are you proud of yourself?” he growled in my ear as he thrust his hips forward so that his hardness rubbed right along the crack of my ass. I nodded my head. I knew he wouldn’t have been able to hear me even if I could manage to speak at that moment.
“I’ll get even,” he promised, his breath hot against my ear and I shivered in anticipation.
As soon as the song ended, Morgan grabbed my hand and led me to a tall table in the back corner of the club. He pulled one of the stools out and sat, maneuvering me so that I was standing between his knees. His hand spread over my stomach as he pulled me back against him, the warmth of his palm burning my skin through the mesh of my shirt.
A waiter wearing tight pants and no shirt came and took our drink order. He winked at Morgan and I growled low in my chest. Morgan must have felt the vibrations against his chest because he chuckled in my ear and I turned my chin so I could see him.
“Glad to know I’m not the only one who gets jealous.” He was wearing the smirk I loved so much and I suddenly wished we were alone so I could do dirty things to him.
The waiter came back with our drinks and I sipped mine as I looked around. From our vantage point, we could see everything going on in front as well as above us. My eyes scanned the room, watching the sweaty, writhing dancers as they ground their hips against each other. Some were dancing so erotically that it looked like they were actually having sex on the dance floor.
“Look up there,” Morgan whispered in my ea
r. I moved my focus to the glass floor above us and scanned the walkway, searching for what had caught Morgan’s attention. I gave him a questioning look over my shoulder when I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.
“The twink and the bear,” he said.
My eyes swept over the crowd above until I found the couple he’d described. One of the men, the bear, appeared to be in his early forties while the other one, the twink, looked like he was barely twenty-one. The older man was wearing leather pants and a matching leather vest with no shirt. His big, muscular arms glistened with sweat as he wrapped one arm securely behind the younger man. At first, I didn’t notice anything other than the fact that they were locked in a heated kiss, but then my eyes traveled lower and I sucked in a breath. How had I missed that before?
“You see it now?” Morgan said, his hot breath fanning across my neck. I nodded, unable to turn away from the sight before me. “Keep watching them,” he ordered.
I felt Morgan’s fingers coasting over the waistband of my pants as I stared transfixed at the couple. The older man continued to kiss the younger man passionately, but what I’d missed the first time was the way his hand was moving between their two bodies. The muscles in his arm rippled and bunched as he stroked their two cocks together between his meaty fist.
“Look at the expression on the younger man’s face,” Morgan whispered as he ran one finger through the sweat on my spine and then let it dip below my waistband.
The look on the twink’s face was nothing short of ecstasy. His eyes rolled up in his head as the larger man continued to work them both over, not giving him a second’s pause. Goose bumps broke out over my skin despite the fever I was certain was burning just below the surface.
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