by CJ Bishop
Samuel smirked. “You mean someone like me.”
“Yes.” Nolan pointed at him and laughed. “I mean, I love you, kid. But if I had to live with you, I’d probably rip out my hair—and maybe yours, too.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing that Caleb is stuck with me rather than you, huh?” Samuel grinned.
“Absolutely.” Nolan nodded and chuckled, holding up his empty glass. “And Mozel Tov to the both of you.”
Samuel shook his head and laughed. “You’re not Jewish, you goofy drunk.”
♦
By the time the boys returned to the stage, Horatio was better acquainted with Tommy than he had ever expected to be. His occasional visits to the Phoenix Club over the years had been for observational purposes only—with the exception of Abel. He had watched the boys from afar but had never solicited private dances. Had he known how erotic the experience truly was, he may have indulged himself.
“Shit.” Max was breathing unsteadily as he watched the four strippers climb back on stage. “I knew my boys were good, but…” he exhaled hard. “Fuck.”
Horatio knew by this experience here tonight that there was a huge difference in just “watching” and in actually engaging in the activity. Like Horatio, Max was an observer. Or had been until tonight. His boys were the best in the business and he’d always known that. But now, after Tommy’s seduction, Horatio was certain that Max was in full comprehension of just what “the best” truly entailed.
Up on stage, the boys performed a sexy closing number then slipped out through the back curtain with the guests shouting for an encore.
Max looked at Horatio, panting softly. “And that was just to get us in the mood,” he murmured. “We may not live to see tomorrow.”
Chapter 10
“So, now that we’ve gotten our couples properly…” Caleb released a hard breath and smiled. “…motivated, we will move on to something a little more interactive.” He winked at the four couples and Max started to grow a tad bit worried. “But first, let’s take a breather, grab a cold drink, and then come back for more fun and games.” He paused before hopping off the stage. “Oh, and don’t forget to thank our four sexy dancers for their electrifying performance.”
The guests applauded and whistled, piercing Max’s ears. He winced and grinned at Horatio. “Maybe we should sneak out while we have a chance.”
Dane overheard him and immediately squashed that idea. “Oh, hell no, boss,” he shook his head. “If we have to stay, so do you two. No escaping.”
Nodding in agreement with Dane, Angel stood up and walked over to Max. “That’s right, boss. You can’t run out on us. And besides…” He sat down on his thigh, wrapped his arm around his neck, and kissed his cheek. “I bet you’ll have lots of fun if you stay.”
Max groaned and lifted Angel off his leg. “Probably not safe for you to sit on me right now.”
The others burst out laughing. Cole passed by and grabbed Angel. “You can sit on me if you want.” He nuzzled his neck then reached out and snagged Abel, dragging him in close. “Both of you can, in fact, I got enough to go around.”
Dane and Devlin grabbed their boys and pulled them free. “Keep your mitts—and other things—to yourself, mister,” Dane growled with a dark smile and wrapped Angel protectively in his arms. “You ain’t getting any of this.”
“Ah, come on,” Gabe grinned. “When’re you two gonna have a sleepover with us?”
“I was just going to ask you and Cole the same thing?” Levi appeared out of nowhere with Ricky on his heels, both boys still in just their G-strings, ties, and hats. He sidled up to Gabe seductively. “We were thinking of having a little popcorn and porno party soon…wanna join us?”
Cole’s hand shot up. “I do.” A dark, heated look crept into his eyes. “I’m not through with you yet, you fucking little tease.”
Levi grinned. “Come to the party and you just might get what’re after.” He rocked an eyebrow flirtatiously.
“Oh, hell,” Max shuddered and rose stiffly from his chair. He stood for a moment, incapable of moving. “You boys are deadly. You should be registered as lethal weapons.”
“You’re invited, too, boss.” Tommy slipped into the mix unseen, equally as undressed as Ricky and Levi. He slipped his arm around Horatio’s neck and sat on his lap before Horatio could vacate his chair. “Both of you.” He rolled his bare ass on Horatio’s thigh.
“Oh God, baby,” Horatio whimpered. “Please don’t do that.”
Tommy laughed softly and kissed his cheek then stood up.
“I think…” Gavin murmured, slipping in between Dane and Angel. “…that all of them should attend the party. We could give them a really hot private bachelor party.”
Ricky gyrated sexily up to Abel and Devlin and plucked at their shirts. “What do you say, my lovelies?”
“If you boys got any hotter,” Devlin exhaled unsteadily. “I think I would explode.”
Ricky leaned close and brushed his lips across the corner of his mouth. “That’s the idea,” he whispered.
Max chuckled and wiped his sweaty brow. “I may have to start restraining you boys.”
“Mm.” Tommy smiled and nipped his fingertip, flicking his eyebrows. “I didn’t know boss man was kinky.”
“Fuck,” Max laughed and hauled Horatio to his feet. “I think we need a cold drink before these boys completely burn us down.”
♦
“Are you okay, babe?” Grid bumped Jamie’s shoulder as the boy leaned against Seth, face flushed. “You kind of look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I am,” Jamie swallowed thickly and smiled, a hard breath rushing out of him. “Shit. Those guys are…” he shook his head, a bit dazed.
Seth chuckled and wiped his damp, fevered face. “Fuck.” He hugged Jamie. “I about had to take you right here.”
“It’s a good thing you didn’t,” Grid warned. “Or I might’ve jumped in.” He ran his hand through his hair, slightly damp with sweat. “I need a refill,” he said and held up his empty glass. He’d had a few during the show, just to keep his body from burning up, and they all seemed to hit him at once when he took a step and swayed a bit. “Whoa.”
“You all right?” Seth asked.
“Yeah, I got it,” Grid grinned. “Just not used to powering down the hard stuff.” He handed his glass to Seth. “Hold this. I gotta tinkle.”
Seth laughed and took the glass.
Grid headed for the restrooms, his legs unsteady from both the liquor and the steel rod between his thighs. Hot stripper boys mingled with the other guests and with each one that Grid bumped into, the harder he got. He was pretty sure if anyone of them offered him a hot fuck right now, he wouldn’t hesitate; it wasn’t just his bladder that needed draining.
He shoved through the restroom door. It was empty except for one man standing at the urinals, one arm stretched out with his hand flattened against the wall. He seemed a little unsteady on his feet as well as he rested his head against his arm.
Grid surveyed him from behind; Pinstriped suit shirt, no jacket, slacks that accentuated a perfect ass. His dark hair was styled neat and short. Though, at the moment, the top strands appeared slightly disheveled as if he’d been running his hands through his hair all evening. Grid followed the path of his other arm to where it disappeared in front of the man. Holding his dick. A sudden shiver raced through Grid, and he approached the urinal right next to the guy.
“Hell of a party, huh?” he murmured and glanced at the man as he unfastened his pants.
“Huh?” the guy glanced up, startled. He stared at Grid, a glassy haze to his eyes that jacked up Grid’s pulse. He had a very clean-cut businessman appearance—and was damn fucking good-looking. “Oh…” He withdrew his arm from the wall and nodded. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat averted his eyes.
Grid smiled and tugged his cock from his pants. He glanced over at the other man’s goods. It was poor bathroom etiquette to eyeball another guy’s junk whi
le he was taking a piss and it wasn’t Grid’s habit to do so, but tonight the hot show and the liquor eradicated his good manners as well as what few inhibitions he possessed.
“Do you mind?” the man was staring at him dryly.
Grid’s smile stretched. “Sorry. But…” he shrugged. “You have a lot to look at.” It was true; the guy was nicely hung.
The man grunted, tucked himself away, and walked to the sink, but not before casting a quick glance at Grid’s dick as well.
A discreet invitation? Grid’s liquor-drenched mind took it as a possibility. He finished up and shoved himself back into his pants then joined the man at the sink and washed his hands. After the both of them had dried, Grid held out his hand. “I’m Grid.” The man just stared at him with heavy eyes. “It’s a nickname. Short for Grid Iron. I play college football.”
The man finally shook. “Nolan,” he mumbled. Despite the faint slur of speech, the man’s voice had a smooth-as-butter feel that caressed Grid’s senses like silk.
“So what kind of guys you into, Nolan.” Grid squeezed his hand with a light invitation.
“Why do you think I’m into guys?” Nolan pulled out of Grid’s grasp.
“Uh…” Grid snorted. “You’re in a gay strip club attending a bachelor party for gay couples. What else am I supposed to think?”
“I don’t know,” he said dully. “Maybe that gay guys can have straight friends.”
“So you’re not gay?”
“No.”
Grid cleared his throat and looked the man over. He was early thirtyish and too fucking sexy not to be gay. “Well, I wasn’t entirely sure I was gay, either, until I came to this place.” He breathed out slowly as his eyes settled on Nolan’s handsome face. “Maybe you should test it, just to be sure.” He inched toward Nolan, only half-serious, fully expecting the man to halt him in his tracks. When he didn’t, but rather just stood there staring at him with those glassy eyes, Grid’s heart rate skyrocketed. What the fuck—go for it.
He moved in closer and slid his hands into Nolan’s hair, smiled, and kissed him. Nolan didn’t respond—at first. As if someone suddenly jabbed him with a cattle prod, Nolan shoved against Grid, clutching fists of his shirt, kissing him back with a ferocity that nearly exploded Grid’s cock in his pants. He slammed Grid against the sink, surprisingly strong for a lean business type.
Grid grunted and grabbed Nolan’s ass, rubbing and squeezing. His firm cheeks flexed beneath Grid’s grip, and he pushed harder against Grid’s crotch—bricked to the max! “Fuck,” Grid gasped into his mouth when Nolan thrust his hand down between them and palmed Grid’s junk. “Oh fuck.” Grid spun them around and pushed Nolan up against the wall, kissing him hard. He grabbed a handful of the man’s crotch and massaged firmly. Nolan groaned through their kiss and fumbled with the snap of Grid’s pants, worked it loose, then shoved his hand down inside and stroked Grid’s cock in the confined space. “Holy fuck,” Grid choked and rocked his hips. “Fuck, man, you don’t know how fucking bad I want to come.”
Nolan didn’t speak as he tugged Grid’s dick from his pants and began pumping him. His other hand unfastened his own pants, and Grid didn’t need to be cued. He had Nolan’s cock out an instant later, stroking his thick, hard shaft in his tight fist. Their tense bodies rocked together as they worked each other urgently, panting through hard, hungry kisses.
Fuck—I’m gonna come! Grid breathed faster, harder, hips thrusting his cock through Nolan’s hand. He shoved his face into Nolan’s neck and grabbed a mouthful of his hot, damp skin, sucking forcefully.
“Uuh!” Nolan gasped and swallowed thickly. “I’m gonna come…oh fuck…fuck…”
Grid released his neck and panted erratically against his ear. “Fuck—me too!”
A hoard of voices drifted down the short corridor outside the restroom, getting closer.
Suddenly, Grid was shoved away as Nolan hurriedly tucked himself away and fastened his pants, staring at Grid like a man who just came out of a trance and didn’t know where the fuck he was—or what he was doing. He swept a shaky hand over his flushed face and headed for the door with an unsteady gait just as a small flood of boys came through the door. Grid turned away and quickly stuffed his throbbing cock back in his pants. When he turned back around, Nolan was gone.
Fuck, he groaned and slipped past the hoard of boys. The corridor outside the bathroom was empty. He leaned against the wall and massaged his crotch. The ache was unbearable and grew worse by the second as he continued to feel Nolan’s tight, hot fist sliding up and down his shaft. He looked at the restroom door and cursed the boys for not waiting two more damn minutes before bursting in.
Grid shoved away from the wall with a hard sigh and walked back out to the main room. He stood at the entrance to the restroom hallway and scoured the guests. He was starting to think Nolan had left the club when he spotted him at the bar, ordering another drink.
To drown out our little encounter? Forget it ever happened?
As if sensing he was being watched, Nolan turned his head and their eyes locked. The man looked somewhat troubled, possibly confused, but he held Grid’s stare until his drink was handed to him. Then he looked away and didn’t look back.
A strange tickle skittered through Grid’s chest. He ignored it and headed across the floor toward Seth and Jamie, the massive throb in his shorts warning him that there was no way he was going to make it through the rest of the night without dealing with it.
Chapter 11
Caleb grabbed the microphone. “One more thing. And I’ll need the help of all you guests. The honored couples are not allowed to leave this main room together.” He grinned at the eight grooms. “We all know what happens when horny boys get alone together, and that isn’t permitted for them during the party. We want them to stay revved up. So, no solo play, either,” he chuckled. “Each of the groomsis required to be accompanied by a chaperone to the bathroom. And chaperones…don’t you let them talk you into anything dirty. I know for a fact that some of them…” he eyed Cole and Gabe. “…will damn well try. So, be on your guard and…keep yours and their hands clean.”
“Now you’re just being mean,” Cole growled at Caleb.
Caleb smiled and spoke into the microphone. “Everyone else is free to work out their frustrations as they see fit.” The guest howled and clapped. “We’ll be back for the next act here in a few minutes. Don’t go away.”
Cole scowled. “You’re evil.”
Hopping down from the stage, Caleb chuckled. “Just think how much hotter it will be when you get home if you control yourselves here at the party.”
“Fine,” Gabe grunted. “But if we burn down our apartment—we’re moving in with you and Samuel, and you will share your bed and your asses with us.”
Samuel approached and grinned. “Deal.”
“Nasty boy.” Cole hugged him hard and kissed his head. “The best kind.”
When the others drifted away, mingling with the other guests and heading for the bar, Samuel grabbed Caleb and pulled him up tight against his body. “They may not make it through the party without exploding.” He kissed Caleb with heated passion. “I know I won’t. My britches are about to split at the seams as it is. There’s no more room in there.”
“The party’s just started.” Caleb laughed. “You’re in trouble.”
“No…” Samuel squeezed his ass and bumped his crotch. “You’re the one who’s going to be in trouble.”
Caleb believed him—and looked forward to it.
♦
“I wasn’t sure you boys were going to survive that,” Cory laughed when Angel and Dane walked over. Axel perched on a stool next to Clint and noted the stiffness of both men’s walk as well as the prominent bulge of their crotches. “Fuck, I would’ve been dead on the floor.”
“Almost was,” Dane laughed and wiped his brow with emphasis.
“Those boys got my gratitude,” Colton grinned and hugged Cory from behind. “We’re going to be burnin
g up the sheets tonight.”
“Not to make you feel weird, Cory,” Adrian laughed and raised his glass. “But amen to that.” He cast a glance at Anthony and Angelo who were at the far end of the bar, having drinks with Max and Horatio.
“Shit,” Cory snorted. “I’m just glad my dad and uncle are still capable of handling a wild thing like you. Gotta be pretty healthy to take you on every night.”
“You’d be surprised by their energy,” Adrian nodded. “Hell, they usually wear me out first.”
Axel smiled and looked down the bar. All four of the older men had become like father figures to him. Max and Horatio had readily accepted him as one of their own sons—him being a brother to Angel and Maddy—and treated him as if he’d been a part of their family from birth. And Anthony and Angelo were like fathers-in-laws, as they were so tightly knit with Clint and had been for over two decades.
“What do you think of all this, you two?” Dane nodded at Clint and Axel. “You know your time is coming.”
Clint grunted and raised his glass to his lips. “You know our plans.”
“You’re not fucking eloping,” Dane laughed. He looked at Cory. “Tell him.”
“Dane’s right,” Cory eyed the two. “I told you, we’ll hunt you down and drag your asses back before you can do the deed without us.”
Clint smiled coolly. “I’m scared.”
“You better be, big boy.”
Angel hopped on the stool next to Axel. “Having fun?”
“Not as much as you,” Axel grinned.
