All Twisted Up (FBI Files Spec. Ops. Tac Team #1)

Prologue

NASH

“Christ, Nash, are you serious?” My best friend, Mickey, was staring at the flashing, pink, neon sign on the bar’s front door. “This place is a meat market.”

I smirked at my reluctant teammate as we walked across the club parking lot.

Dragging him out to Dance Hall Boys hadn’t been easy…

getting him to be my wingman never was. Mickey never wanted to just let his hair down and have fun.

The guy was too buttoned up for his own good.

In my opinion—which he hadn’t asked for—he’d be happier if he would just relax and find a hot lay.

He was a good-looking gay guy. This was exactly the kind of place he needed.

“You need to lighten up, Milky.” I stopped him in the parking lot, grabbing both biceps so I could look into his eyes. “You’re so serious all the time. Just once…pick up a guy and don’t overthink everything. Just have a good time. Will you do that for me?”

He frowned, nodding. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. “I guess…” He paused before going on in a rush. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to like it.”

I looked at him sideways. “Having a good time usually entails liking something, brother. And who doesn’t like getting laid?” I knew my tone was incredulous.

He stared at me for a few more seconds and then suddenly leaned closer, taking a deep inhale of my scent, realizing what he’d done too late as an expression of horror crossed his face. “Sorry…ah…sorry.” He glanced away.

I smiled, knowing I couldn’t let him get away with it. “Did you just sniff me, Milky?” What kind of a buddy would I be if I let him get away with that without commenting on it?

He straightened, looking incredibly awkward.

“No! I mean…no, I just…you smell…I don’t know…different or something, like you…like you showered.”

I laughed. “Did I mention I’m getting laid tonight?” He nodded. “Okay then. And just so you know, yeah I showered…toweled off and everything. I actually do that now and then. I’m not a caveman.” I ran my hands up and down my body, smiling at him. “What you smell is the natural eau-de-Nash.”

“Glad to hear you didn’t drip dry,” he grumbled.

I grinned. “No, man, and guess what? I dried my balls and butthole too.”

“Probably with the same towel as your face,” he said, so quietly I barely caught it.

I laughed. “Yeah, but no worries…the towel will forget all about it by tomorrow,” I drawled, not waiting for a reply as I slapped him on the back and walked away. “Come on, Milky. I need to get laid.”

“And stop calling me that,” he called at my back. “Using my nickname is just weird when we’re not on a mission.”

I waved, knowing he was flipping me off behind my back. I glanced over when he jogged to catch up with me.

“Man, I really hate this place.”

I stopped again and turned to him. “We are on a mission. Getting laid. Besides, this place is fine…decent music, tons of alcohol, and lots of potential for getting laid. So, think of it as a mission if it helps you feel any better, brother.”

He cocked his head to the side as if letting that sink in. “Okay…what’s our objective then?”

I rolled my eyes and tapped the side of his head. “Earth to Mickey. We’re getting laid tonight.”

He snorted and ducked away from me. “Do you ever date, or just pick up guys to fuck?”

I grimaced, knowing he could read the terror on my face. “Date? Why date when you can roll around in bed and wallow in shame the next morning?”

“You suck.”

I smirked. “If they’re lucky.” I slapped him on the back again. “Lighten up, Mickey. Try and have some fun. Will you do that?”

“You can’t make me have fun,” he groused.

I ignored him and started walking again. We stepped up to the door, showing our IDs to the burly bouncer guarding the entrance. He looked me up and down and smiled when I winked at him.

“The place is full of hot guys tonight, Nash, but really, I got everything you need right here.” He grabbed his package, shaking it.

I laughed, more excited by the thump of the techno beat inside than the bouncer standing between me and a club full of hot, sweaty men.

He smiled at me, sliding a big hand around the side of my neck, and rubbing a fat thumb slowly up and down over my pulse point.

“Come on, take me up on my offer, Nash. I’ll show you a good time. ”

I was absolutely sure he wouldn’t be able to do that since guys as big as Cody weren’t my thing at all. I leaned back as his hand dropped and flashed him another grin, reaching out and flattening my palm against his chest.

“You’re such a tease, Cody.” I winked again as he stepped aside to let us pass.

At that very moment a young guy almost ran into us as he came stumbling out of the club.

I grabbed Mickey’s sleeve to pull him out of the guy’s path and the second I did, the man lurched past us, bent over at the waist, and hose barfed…

literally, hose barfed. I was pretty sure the river of liquor that came out could have filled a kiddie pool and the sheer velocity of it rivaled any bullet I’d ever shot.

“Now, that’s—” I said pointing, “impressive.” Mickey looked a little green around the gills, eyes wide, a hand clapped over his mouth.

“Motherfucker!” Cody shouted, looking down at his boots which had gotten the worst of it.

I had to agree. The man’s Doc Martens would never recover.

“Come out to the coast,” Mickey said, dryly. “We’ll get together…have a few laughs.”

I cackled. “Come on, John McClane, let’s go get laid.” I pulled him into the bar, leaving Cody swearing and screaming at one of the other bouncers to grab him a “fucking towel.”

Dance Hall Boys was one of my favorite gay bars, situated in the heart of West Hollywood on Sunset Boulevard, within walking distance to my apartment.

Mickey did get one thing right about the place, the men who patronized it were always on the prowl…

just the way I liked them. I had two things on my mind as we pushed our way through the crowd to the bar… getting a drink and getting laid.

Brad, the cute bartender, grinned and gave me a head tilt as soon as he recognized me. He passed a fancy cocktail to the customer in front of him, smiled, and then walked over, wiping his hands on a bar towel.

“Hey, Nash. How’s it going?” He practically had to shout over the music.

“Hey, Brad,” I said, grinning at the musclebound guy in the tight, black tank top.

Up this close, I noticed the gap between his two front teeth which I found more alluring than the bulging muscles in his biceps and forearms. They did little for me since I preferred smaller, lither bodies in the guys I fucked.

Still, the way his lush eyelashes curled beneath thick brows were nice to look at.

Dance Hall Boys really did employ some pretty men.

“What’ll you two have?”

I flashed a grin at Mickey who stood awkwardly beside me. Slinging an arm around him, I looked him in the eye. “What do you want, brother?”

“Just a beer,” he replied, waving a hand at Brad. “Just give me whatever you have on tap.”

Brad smiled. “We have five on tap. Coors, Bud, Bud Light—”

“Miller Light?”

Brad nodded. “Sure. Coming right up.” He glanced at me.

“Stella Artois.”

“You got it.”

“Miller Light? You on a diet?” I asked Mickey.

I was pretty sure he blushed, but I didn’t have much time to think about it as a pair of arms slid around me from behind.

I turned to find a familiar man standing close, arms around my waist. He leaned his head back, craning his neck as he stared up at me.

I was pretty sure I’d fucked him, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name.

“Hey there…ah—”

He stuck out his bottom lip as he pressed his small body tighter against me. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember my name, Nash. I remember you.”

I slid my hand around the side of his neck. “It’s not that, baby.”

“It’s Jared,” he replied, batting his eyelashes dreamily.

That’s right…Jared. “Of course, I remember you, Jared.”

He smiled, showing off a set of adorable dimples.

“Here you go.”

I turned around as Brad set down two drinks on napkins with Jared still crowding me from behind. I smiled at the bartender, picking up the sweating bottle as Mickey grabbed his glass and paid Brad.

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ve got the next round.”

He buried his reply in his glass as he took a drink.

I took a deliberate step back to dislodge Jared the limpet. When I turned around, he was giving me full on doe eyes. “Naaash,” he singsonged. I dodged his hold as he reached for me again.

“Just got here, sweetheart. I’m gonna make the rounds. Might see you later.” I had absolutely no intention of seeing him later.

“You’re such a tease.”

I really was, but I didn’t put conscious effort into it. I just never ever slept with the same guy twice. That probably made me a dick. Then again, I really didn’t care. Commitment wasn’t a word in my book…except to my brothers-in-arms. To them, I was infinitely loyal.

“Let’s go,” Mickey grumbled, grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the twink.

“You know, you should let me set you up with a guy,” Mickey said as we walked around the club.

I always circled the room at least once, checking out the guys. Dance Hall Boys was full of gorgeous men tonight.

“Set me up with a guy?” I scoffed. “Like one of your previous hook ups? No thanks.”

I let my gaze roam over a guy’s ass. He was a possibility. We kept on walking but I was brought up short when Mickey grabbed my sleeve. “There!” He pointed to a guy standing near the dance floor.

“What?” I asked, stopping beside my friend.

“Look at him. Don’t you recognize him? He’s all over gay Instagram. That guy is famous.”

I looked at the guy who I could positively say wasn’t the least bit familiar to me. “Famous? Who is he? An actor or something?”

He stared at me, jaw hanging open. “No, Nash. I mean famous. Not for acting but you know…faaa…mous.”

A lightbulb went off and I was pretty sure my mouth made a perfect O. “You mean in the bedroom or something?”

He grinned. “Of course.”

I took a drink of my beer, but Mickey went on, lowering his voice so I had to lean close to his lips to hear what he had to say. “I’ve heard that guy is into tantric sex stuff.” He tightened his grip on my forearm. “I heard he once gave a guy a two-month orgasm.”

I coughed as my beer went down the wrong pipe. “What?” I choked out.

He held up a hand. “Swear to God. That’s what I heard.”

I shook my head, unable to hide my grin as I looked at the floor. When I glanced up, he was watching me with an earnest expression. “Oh, my God, you’re serious. A two-month orgasm?”

“Yeah.” He nodded enthusiastically.

“Mickey, I don’t have time for a two-month orgasm. I have a job.”

He lost it, bending over, and holding his stomach. When he could finally breathe again, he took my arm and tugged on it. “Come on, idiot. Let’s just go find someone for you to take home.”

I laughed as I followed my buddy, weaving through the crush of bodies toward the dance floor.

Mickey was right. I’d come here to find a guy after all.

We were stopped on the way by several guys who looked familiar.

I just smiled and cupped my ear, pretending I couldn’t hear what they were saying over the thump of the music, before moving on.

“What the hell, Nash?” Mickey asked, frowning as we finally stopped at the edge of the dance floor. “Have you slept with every guy in this bar?”

This was a surprise to him? I just shrugged. “Not all of them…okay, most of them,” I muttered under my breath. Mickey rolled his eyes which made me chuckle. I clapped a hand on his back. “Don’t be a such a cock block.”

He scoffed. “I just pointed out the guy who will give you a two-month orgasm. That’s not exactly being a cock block.”

I laughed again then took another chug of my beer as I turned my attention to the way two hot, young things were twined around each other only a few feet from us.

They were small, and incredibly pretty. And when they suddenly started making out, I felt my cock thicken.

They were into each other, and it was hot as hell to watch.

I’d had my fair share of threesomes and the very idea of it made me hot.

When they finally separated and looked over at me with sultry smiles, I knew the show was just for me. It was all the invitation I needed.

I thrust my beer at Mickey. “Hold this.”

He took it and I walked up to them both as they reached for me at the same time, big smiles on their stunning faces.

“Hi,” they said in unison.

“Hey, guys,” I purred, sliding my arms around them, pulling their lithe bodies up against mine and began swaying with the music.

“Oh, my God,” one of them said, “you’re sooo hot.”

“Yeah,” the other one said, sounding utterly breathless as he slid his hand into my jacket.

I shivered as he found a nipple and squeezed, rolling it in his fingers.

I abruptly claimed his luscious lips, only vaguely registering the other one plastering his small form against my back.

The kid tasted like honey and when he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I groaned.

Several minutes passed as the three of us swayed with the techno beat.

I broke the kiss and turned, giving the one at my back my full attention, kissing him deeply, noting that though he tasted different, the kiss was just as hot.

When I finally broke it, I glanced over at Mickey, only to realize he was nowhere to be found.

I searched for his dark head in the crowd, but only until I was distracted by one of the guys who was doing his best to shove a delicate hand down the front of my jeans.

I shrugged, turning back to my companions, forgetting for the moment that I was a pretty shitty friend.