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Dinner is fantastic, and Sky did not get snails.
“I’ll call a car, or we could walk?” I’m so full I need the walk before I dance.
“You might be part polar bear, but some of us freeze in this weather.” Sky’s face scrunches up. “We’ll take a few laps around the club before I drag you out to dance,” he promises.
When we arrive, we’re let directly into the club without waiting in line, and a wall of heat from hundreds of bodies slaps my face.
Sky fans himself. “From popsicle to flambee. Follow me.” He grabs my hand and shimmies his way through the crowd. Behind him, I make apologies for running people over, but I’m not letting him go. The bass vibrates in my chest as the combination of sweat and cologne assaults my nostrils.
We pick our way around the sticky dance floor until we get to a staircase with a bouncer. Sky says something I can’t hear over the music, and the bouncer steps aside.
There is a series of small rooms along a railing overlooking the dance floor. Sky steps into an empty one and throws his arms around my neck. “We made it.”
We sway to the music, and I pull him indecently close. That signals my dick it’s time to get lucky, and Sky moans his approval. He makes me forget where I am, what I’m doing, and who I am.
This isn’t a gay club, but it’s very liberal and is becoming more popular in the queer community. Sky’s friend Lo helped it relaunch after the new owners took over.
“Wanna drink?” Sky motions to a kiosk on the counter next to the door. “Or we could close the door for privacy.” His fingers tease my biceps.
“Everyone down there can see.” The floor below is a sea of bodies writhing and grinding on each other.
“Can they?”
Blood fills my cock. “What are you suggesting?” My arms band around him, pinning him to me.
“I’ve always wanted to do it in public where people can see but don’t know what we’re doing.” Brown eyes meet mine, and they’re the start and end of me.
I’ll give up breathing for that. “I can’t. Finn would kill me, but then he’d come after you, and that’s not acceptable.”
“Sweet, funny Finn?” Sky stands on his toes so our cocks align.
“You’ve never seen him hangry or pissed off when one of us has done something stupid.”
“If you bend me over that chair, everything will be covered and hardly anyone will notice,” he says, and I gawk at him.
“Hardly anyone?” I repeat.
“Yes, if you can be quiet and don’t attract the bouncer since I lied to him so we could be in this room.” His hand dips between us, grips my cock, and twists. “Also, FYI, I have a plug in so no prep necessary.”
My dick is fighting to get out of my pants. It’s a bad idea. Terrible. But it’s also a fantasy. Everyone watching Sky and wishing they were me because I’m the only one who experiences his body when he comes around my cock.
“You planned this,” I accuse without heat.
“Not this specifically, but what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t do something naughty for our Valentine’s Day celebration?”
“Tell me you’re my boyfriend again.” I crowd him into the corner.
“You’re my favorite boyfriend.” He licks his lips and my brain malfunctions.
His glorious fucking pants are too tight for me to get my hand in to check if he has a plug. “Naughty boyfriends have to pay the price,” I growl, and nip his neck.
Sky’s head lolls, giving me more access. “I’ll pay whatever price.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I suck his neck and unbutton his pants.
Sky edges away to read my face. “Really?” he whispers, then arches his back and pushes his hips into me.
I nod, not trusting my voice. He’s right, the chair’s solid, and unless someone has x-ray vision, they won’t be able to see. It’s a leather swivel chair with adjustable height.
