by J. P. Scott
Body Double
Body Heat Book Three
J. P. Scott
A J.P. Scott Original Publication
Copyright 2020 J.P. Scott
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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years or older.
Author’s Note
One
Patrick ran out of the bar to catch the taillights of a ride share disappearing down the street. His boyfriend, well, maybe ex-boyfriend was inside and heading home.
The night had been contentious from the start. When Patrick picked up Kyle, he complimented how he looked.
With an eyeroll, Kyle said, “I just threw this together.” They climbed in their ride share to the bar and sat in silence, Kyle on his phone the whole time. If Patrick tried to engage in conversation, Kyle just shrugged and kept scrolling.
“Vodka soda,” Kyle said when they got to the bar. Patrick knew that meant he was buying the round…and probably all the rounds that night.
They found Patrick’s friends, Ollie and Cameron, on the patio. Patrick dove into conversation with his friends while Kyle was aloof and sneaking peeks at his phone.
“What is your problem?”
“I’m bored here. This place sucks.”
“We’re with friends.”
“They’re your friends.”
“Well, invite some of your friends here. You never do. I’d like to meet them. We should merge our friend groups.” Isn’t that what couples did? Too often, it seemed that Patrick invited Kyle out with his friends, but Kyle wanted to go out with his friends alone.
Was that a problem? Patrick didn’t think so, but his friends raised their eyebrows while sipping rosé. They thought they should meet Kyle’s friends and figure out what he was really like.
It turned out not meeting his friends accomplished the same things.
“This is a partnership. Your friends are my friends.” That was the attitude he took with Cam and Ollie. He wanted the guy he was dating to know and like his friends.
“It’s all about you.” Patrick looked at Kyle with some side eye.
“Please. You just choose to be distant.”
Patrick excused himself to go to bathroom. When he returned to the patio, Kyle was gone.
“I think he went inside for a drink,” Ollie said.
Patrick had not seen Kyle inside at the bar. He would not have missed him walking back from the bathroom if Kyle had been standing at a well getting a drink.
He jogged through the bar, certain that Kyle was leaving. He hoped to find him standing outside, waiting for his ride. Instead, he had just missed him. The car was pulling out of the parking lot and on to the street, heading away.
“Well, fuck.”
Kyle was his third official boyfriend. And now, it looked like he was his third ex-boyfriend.
“Everything okay?” Cam looked at him with sympathetic eyes as he returned to the patio. There was more than sympathy behind the eyes. Certainly, Cam and Ollie had been expecting the end to his relationship with Kyle.
“Well, he’s gone.”
Cam took a sip of his drink. “I’m sure you two will make up.”
“He just seemed irritated,” Ollie said.
Sure, he was irritated. Irritated by Patrick and everything that he said or did. Who knew why?
“Anyone want a shot?” Patrick looked to his two friends.
Ollie looked at his watch. “It’s getting kind of late. I need to get home to Jeremy.”
Cam shifted his eyes, clearly trying to think of a good excuse of why he needed to go. “I…I have to get up early. David and I are going to…”
Patrick held up his hands, “Don’t make excuses. If you don’t want to hang out, you don’t have to. I’m ready to go, too.”
They closed their tab and then stood out in front of the bar waiting for their separate cars. Ollie’s car came first and he climbed in, headed for the East Valley. Cam’s car came second, he was headed north to his new house with his boyfriend David.
“Call me,” Cam said as he hugged Patrick and climbed into the car.
Patrick checked his phone. His ride was still five minutes away. He thought about what he would do if he went home. Watch TV? Crawl in bed and jerk off? He clicked on the destination in the app and updated the destination to a new one. There was a bathhouse nearby. If Kyle was breaking up with him, then there was once place he wanted to be. A place that was all about sex and forgetting what was on the outside.
The car pulled up, he got inside, and he exchanged the usual pleasantries.
The driver asked if the address was correct. Patrick nodded and verbalized a confirm with a grunt. When they got close, Patrick perked up. There was no signage, but he knew where to turn. “Right up there.” The driver turned off the main rood where Patrick pointed.
“Thanks. Drive safe!” Patrick exited the car and headed to the front door of the bathhouse.
Two
It was not his first visit there. He had started coming there before he came out. It was a place that specialized with closeted men. After he came out, it was a place where he played with closeted men along with a few other gay men who where just looking for some anonymous play.
He walked up to the front door and stepped inside. It was a small vestibule tiled in small square tiles. There was a small window that looked into the office and a door. A man in his fifties saw Patrick and pushed a button to buzz him through the door. Patrick grabbed the handle of the door and stepped into a smaller room with a bigger window.
“What do you want?” The man who had buzzed him in now stood at a computer on the other side of a larger glass window.
“Um, a medium sized room with videos. Oh, and some poppers and lube.” The man pointed to various options of both and Patrick nodded when he pointed to the ones he wanted.
“Anything else?”
“That’s it.” He slid his credit card underneath the partition. The man swiped it in the reader and passed it back.
“You get the room for twelve hours. If you don’t check out on time, there’s an additional charge. Sign here.” He slid the credit card receipt and the card back through to Patrick who signed and returned it.
The man buzzed Patrick through another door.
Patrick walked to another window and waited like he had done many times before. The same man who checked him in appeared and unlocked a long metal drawer and slide it out. He carried it over to Patrick and pushed it towards him. “Wallet, cell phone, keys, and any other personal items.”
He grabbed his wallet and keys and threw them in the bin. He wanted to keep the cell phone with him.
“That it?”
Patrick nodded.
The man took the metal bin and slid it back into its place and locked it with a key.
“Here’s your lube and poppers. And your towel.” He placed each item on the counter and pushed it towards Patrick. “You’re in room 20.”
He had been in that same room before. It was deeper into the bathhouse and signaled to Patrick that it was a busy night. Usually he got a room ten or below. People could also rent lockers which sold out first. Rooms were a higher expense. If the room number was low, it meant there was not much action going on. Room twenty was a good sign.
Patrick grabbed the towel and supplies and headed down the corridor. He turned right and headed towards his room. Everything was dimly lit, but he had been there enough times that he knew where to turn without having to strain to see the numbers on the door. He was not alone, several other men roamed the hallways at a slow pace, dressed
only in a towel or maybe a jockstrap.
He approached an open door and peeked inside. A young, thin laid facedown on the bed, ass up and on display, inviting any top to come in and have some fun. Depending on what else was going on, Patrick might stop in for some fun in a bit. The clientele tended towards older. To find a young twink could be rare.
He found his room and fumbled with his key in the lock. A man passed by him, looking him up and down. Patrick glanced his way but then returned his attention to opening the door, not finding the guy attractive at first glance. He entered his room and shut the door behind him and began to strip down, hanging his pants and shirt on a hook and putting his shoes in a cubby. He wrapped his towel around his waist and slid the band attached to his key up his arm.
After a quick stop at the showers, he began to wander the calls to scope out who was there. Beyond the maze of private rooms were common areas. Some had benches that lines the walls where guys could watch porn shown on a fourth wall. Other areas were chairs and couches perfect for taking a break from the action or watching the parade of men cruise by. Then there were the play areas. One was a dark room with a maze of walls with glory holes and private corners. Another was a totally dark room with only seats around the edge, perfect for feeling around.
After one lap around the building, Patrick did not see anyone that really caught his attention. The door to the twink’s room was closed and he could hear moans from inside. He walked to the maze and entered, slowly edging his way deeper to find a semi-private place to stand and wait.
He still couldn’t believe Ryan up and left him at the bar. If he was mad about something, he needed to come out and say it instead of being so passive aggressive. But it didn’t matter now, even if Ryan apologized, they were done. Patrick sighed and leaned back against the wall. He undid his towel and held it in his left hand while he started to stroke himself with his right hand. He started to fantasize about a hot guy being there with him and his cock swelled in his hand.
A few moments later, he heard someone approaching.
“Oh, I didn’t know anyone was back here,” the guy whispered. Patrick could make out the outline of a young, fit guy about his height. He was definitely the type of guy he was hoping to find tonight.
“Well, there’s room for two.”
The guy stepped closer and Patrick could feel the guy’s heat as their skin almost touched. Then he felt a hand caress his chest.
“What are you looking for?”
“I think I just found it,” Patrick replied.
“Top or bottom?”
Patrick laughed. Some guys missed out by only being a top or a bottom. Versatile men had more options and a lot more fun. “Yes,” he simply said. It was more fun to explore and find out what made the other person feel pleasure.
The guy grabbed Patrick’s cock and began to stroke. “I’m versatile, too. Looking to bottom tonight, though.”
Patrick placed a hand on the guy’s shoulder and applied pressure, indicating that he should get down on his knees and get to work. They had covered the basics about what they were looking for. There was no need for other conversation. The guy knelt and took Patrick into his mouth.
“That’s right.” Patrick placed his hand on the back of the guy’s head to encourage him. “All the way.” Patrick gasped as he the guy reached the base of his cock. He let the guy work his cock for a few more minutes. When he came up for air, Patrick said, “Let’s go to my room.”
They left the maze and Patrick led them to his room. Inside, they hung up their towels and Patrick indicated for the guy to get up on the bed which was a narrow, single bed that was basically a platform with a thin, plastic-covered mattress with a fitted sheet. It was not made for luxury but simply to provide a little cushion while two bodies contorted. “There’s some poppers, if you want.” Patrick grabbed the lube and a condom.
He took a moment to observe the guy who was getting into position on all fours. He had an amazing body, perfectly sculpted and tanned all over. And the ass that was waiting for him was a dream. It might even be better than Patrick’s. He added some lube to his finger and began to massage the hole and sliding a finger in. The muscles clenched around him but then eased. He heard the guy take a hit of poppers which helped him to relax even more. He played for a bit, fucking with his fingers by alternating and then moving to two. The guy groaned and pushed back, begging Patrick to explore deeper.
His own cock was throbbing and he could not wait any longer. He got on the bed in a kneeling position and pressed against the guy’s ass. It took a moment, but he slid in. They both gasped. Patrick began to pound, not thinking about the bottom at all, just relieving the stress of Ryan and the crumbling away of another bad relationship. The days when all he worried about was finding a trick and getting off were looking more appealing. Why had he ever wanted to leave the carefree life behind him?
Constantly seeing his happy friends was why. They were in relationships and didn’t want to be single.
“Yeah, give it to me.” The guy in front of him had a hand up against the wall to prevent his head from banging into the wall as Patrick continued to pound him. He was just another hot body and great ass. Nameless and faceless. Is that what he wanted?
He stopped and slapped the guy’s ass. “Turn over.”
The guy was quick to comply and flipped over on the bed, holding his legs up to expose himself to Patrick. He moved in close and reentered. He looked down at the handsome face. The guy moaned as Patrick went deep. For the first time, Patrick got a good look at the guy’s face. He was definitely cute. He could be boyfriend material. Especially if he could take a pounding like this on the regular.
The guy opened his eyes and looked at Patrick who was looking down at him. He smiled, showing a wide smile of white teeth. He took care of all of his body. Patrick winked at him. “Hey, sexy.”
“No, you’re the sexy one.”
Normally, when Patrick came to the bathhouse, he did not engage in conversation beyond questions about what each was looking for or what room to go to. This guy was suddenly different. Patrick wanted to know more about this guy, and he wanted to see him again.
“Oh, god, I’m close.” He continued to pound away at the willing and eager ass.
“Fuck me hard.”
Patrick wished he didn’t have the condom and could spray his seed inside this guy, to claim him. Instead, he felt him self releasing into the condom. “Oh, fuck.”
They both were painting and sweaty. Patrick fell down on top of the guy. “I…I don’t know your name.” He wouldn’t usually care about what the guy’s name was, but he was slightly infatuated with this guy.
“Aaron,” he said.
Patrick collapsed down on Aaron and said, “I’m Patrick.” They kissed and suddenly Patrick felt his heart melt.
Three
Patrick and Aaron had gone their separate ways once they got up off the bed. They smiled at each other and continued to touch each other’s bodies.
After resting for a while and watching some porn in his room, Patrick walked around a bit more, seeing if there was anything else that caught his attention. No other guys were cute or young like Aaron, and Patrick knew he wasn’t going to get any other action that was as good. He dressed and stripped the sheets from the bed and brought everything up to the front to collect his belongings.
When he got to the parking lot, he stood away from the door as he waiting for his ride share to arrive. He leaned against the building with his back to the door. Behind him he heard, “Hey, there you are.”
Aaron was standing in the parking lot behind him. “Hey, sexy.”
He stepped forward and leaned in for a kiss. “Am I going to see you again?”
“You want more of this dick?”
Aaron laughed, “I want more of you.”
Patrick wanted more of him. More than just his ass, he wanted to kiss him, cuddle him, touch him all over.
“Give me your phone.” Patrick pulled his phone out
of his pocket, entered the passcode, and handed it to Aaron. He grabbed the phone and entered his contact info. “I texted myself.”
“Good. I’ll be in touch.”
When he woke up at his apartment the next morning, he grabbed his phone and checked his messages. He had indeed texted someone named Aaron.
There were also messages about meeting for brunch. Either on Saturday or Sunday, and sometimes both days, Patrick met with Ollie, Cameron, and their boyfriends for brunch.
He stumbled into Le Café in the cutest outfit that he could pull together, barely showered and hair gelled. He was tired and wanted to die, and only a mimosa would save him.
“We have a runner!” Patrick could not entertain the call to watch some runner pass their table on the patio. Their favorite table was on the patio at a restaurant that was adjacent to the greenway. The running path went right next to the restaurant. When someone who was hot and shirtless ran by, the whole table looked to watch them run.
“How late were you up last night?”
Patrick shrugged, “Normal time.”
“Bullshit. You look like hell. Where did you go after we left you at the bar?”
Patrick didn’t really want to talk about it. If he was spending some time at a bathhouse, that was his business, and he did not want to set himself up for ridicule. “I met up with a friend.”
Cam smiled as he took a drink. “Just one friend?”
“It felt like several.” He meant it as a joke. They already believed he had the stamina to have multiple encounters in a day. Some of the stories had been true, but all had been embellished on the intensity of the sex. Yet, there was a part of him that felt like the one time with Aaron had been a lot more. That he had connected with him in a way he hadn’t connected with another man before.
He tried to push those thoughts away. Finding love at a bathhouse? Was that a thing that could actually happen? His brain was too cloudy this morning to think about it. He needed a nap and a good workout to help him focus. And most likely, by this time tomorrow, he will have forgotten about Aaron who will also have forgotten about him.
