CHAPTER 6
“I’m starting to think this club is a magnet for lonely waifs,” Gabe said. “I ran away from foster care in my early teens, don’t have any family. Dane is basically on his own, as far as I know.” He winked at Cole. “And now you. But hey, there’s a lot worse places to call home, am I right?”
Cole lowered his eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “A lot worse places.” He looked up. “You think I’m a lonely waif?”
Gabe grinned. “Yeah, kind of. When was the last time you had someone close in your life?”
The last time. Cole didn’t want to go there—ever again. “Never, really,” he mumbled. “I mean, I’ve had temporary friends who came and went, but no one who… stuck.”
“Hm.” Gabe leaned against Cole, resting his chin on his shoulder, his mouth just inches from his ear.
“Just so you know, I can be very… sticky.” His warm breath puffed into Cole’s ear.
“Once you get my stickiness all over you… it’s virtually impossible to get rid of me.
” His hand snaked over Cole’s lower back, slipping beneath the hem of his T-shirt.
Cole flinched when Gabe flattened his palm against his bare flesh, his heart hammering.
“But you don’t want to get rid of me…” His hand caressed up the center of Cole’s back, making his skin prickle pleasantly. “… do you?”
Cole cleared his throat, his heart thumping in his ears. “I… I don’t think so.”
Laughing, Gabe growled against his shoulder. “I’ll take it.” He leaned back, his hand still under Cole’s shirt as he trailed his fingertips along his spine. “I’ll try not to give you reason to want to be rid of me.”
Heat pooled in Cole’s loins, and he shifted slightly as the crotch of his jeans tightened. He figured Gabe would have to do something pretty awful for Cole to want to be rid of him. The way he was touching him now... that wasn’t awful at all.
Cole’s back arched slightly in response to Gabe’s touch as his butt shifted against the stool with a subtle rotation of his hips.
Gabe noticed every detail about Cole. After last night on the dance floor, Gabe ached to feel Cole pressed against him again, their bodies gyrating to the thrum of the music and their racing heartbeats.
Gabe almost couldn’t pull his hand away and break contact with Cole’s skin, now heated and starting to sweat along the furrow of lean muscle that followed his spine.
Somehow, he managed to straighten himself on his own stool.
With a shaky swipe of his hand across his mouth, Gabe cleared his throat, paused for a moment, then stood up—slightly “weighed” down by the growing bulge between his legs.
The heaviness felt as bold as if a neon sign were plastered to his crotch, blinking with brightly glowing letters: Look at me!
“Maybe we should warm up for the lessons.” Gabe touched Cole’s lower back, resisting the urge to slip his hand under the man’s shirt again. He leaned in, lips brushing the short hairs at the nape of Cole’s neck. “Wouldn’t want to get a cramp.”
Gabe was “cramping” all over as it was. Never in his life had he felt such a desperate, unrelenting desire to take a man to bed.
It almost bordered on obsession how badly he wanted to fuck Cole, yet it wasn’t a “one-and-done” experience he craved.
Cole wasn’t an itch to be scratched, then forgotten.
Gabe knew what that felt like, as he’d scratched a few “itches” since coming to the Phoenix.
Cole’s uneven breath escaped him in audible puffs as he slid off the stool.
Just the sound of his quickened breath set off fireworks throughout Gabe’s system.
Somehow his legs stayed steady, and his movements remained smooth, as he took Cole’s hand and led him to the floor.
Some of the customers sitting before the stage glanced their way, their attention suddenly split between the stage show and the couple on the dance floor.
The stage speakers delivered a beat that allowed Gabe and Cole to fall right into rhythm.
Gabe thought Cole might hesitate at first, like last night, after having a full night and morning to get nervous again.
For a moment, Cole did hesitate as Gabe pressed their bodies together, but the heat already flowing through his body took over.
Cole ran his fingers through Gabe’s hair the same way he had the night before, and just like then—it felt so fucking good.
Gabe pressed his hips into him, pulling him closer, his own heat rising as he felt Cole’s hardness against his crotch.
Their eyes locked and remained steady. The heat inside Cole seemed to burn away his doubts and inhibitions, because suddenly, the only “barrier” between them was a blazing wall of desire—and their clothes.
Cole felt intoxicated, even though he’d only had one drink since arriving at the club. He didn’t understand how, but the heat inside him felt hotter than last night, and his clothes clingier and more restrictive.
He stared into Gabe’s baby blues, now burning with lust and desire as the man’s hands slipped beneath his shirt again, their bodies locked at the hips. Cole trembled as Gabe’s fingers dug into his back, gripping his muscles, pulling Cole closer until their mouths were nearly touching.
Cole’s lips parted slightly, letting his hot breath escape and splash onto Gabe’s face.
Their cocks rubbed together, grinding harder with each thrust of their hips.
Cole started to feel lightheaded, his loins burning with intense heat that radiated outward, up into his stomach and chest, and down his thighs.
His breath caught in his throat as Gabe's strong hands seized his ass, fingers digging possessively into the flesh beneath his jeans.
Each squeeze sent jolts of electricity straight to his groin as Gabe guided their bodies into a grinding rhythm that mimicked sex so perfectly that Cole's cock strained painfully against his zipper, leaking pre-cum that dampened his underwear.
When Gabe's muscular thigh pressed between his legs, Cole couldn't help but ride it shamelessly, his hips bucking with desperate need, the friction against his throbbing erection shooting electric jolts up his spine.
Their foreheads pressed together, sweat mingling as Cole panted open-mouthed, his pupils wide with lust while he stared into Gabe's eyes, now dark with hunger.
His fingers tangled in Gabe's hair, tugging just hard enough to make the other man groan.
Cole couldn't look away from those blue eyes burning into him—eyes that promised to devour him whole if given the chance. And God, he wanted to be devoured.
The bold thought stunned Cole, but he was too immersed in Gabe and the heat of the moment to care where his thoughts and his body were taking him.
His fingers tightened in Gabe’s hair, pulling the man’s head harder against his.
His breath was ragged, coming faster, as he ground his cock into Gabe’s thigh, the pressure and friction driving him to the edge.
Oh fuck, I’m gonna—
Dane suddenly appeared and tapped Gabe on the shoulder.
Their activity stopped so abruptly that it left Cole’s head spinning.
He dismounted Gabe’s thigh on trembling legs and took a shaky step back, unsure if he would stay on his feet.
He mumbled something about the restroom, and Dane pointed in that direction.
Cole excused himself, his steps halting and staggered as he crossed the floor to the far side of the club.
Gabe stood still in the middle of the dance floor, heart pounding and head light. He breathed heavily, almost gasping, his body on fire.
“Is that what you meant about needing supervision?” Dane raised an eyebrow.
Gabe swallowed with a gulping sound. “Uh huh.”
“I believe you.” Dane shook his head. “I leave you alone for five minutes, and you’re all over the poor guy.”
He was all over me, too. Gabe could still feel the man’s iron-hard crotch grinding against his thigh, the roll and thrust of his hips becoming more intense by the second. If Dane hadn’t interrupted…
He would’ve cum. Gabe would have, too; he was that close. He felt a slight niggle of irritation that Dane stopped them—fuck, it would have been insane if they’d both orgasmed right there on the dance floor.
The irritation vanished in an instant; it was probably for the best they were interrupted. Grinding on each other in the middle of the dance floor was not how he pictured their first orgasm together. He wanted it to be…
Special?
Well, maybe not “special” the way girls mean it, but maybe he did want it to be more than a spur-of-the-moment cum-fest during a grinding session.
Dane chuckled. “You look like you could use a cold drink.” He patted Gabe’s back. “And maybe a cold shower.”
“I could,” Gabe rasped, dragging a shaky hand over his mouth. “Both.”
Cole pushed through the restroom door, relieved to find it empty.
He went to the sink, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water on his fevered face.
Grasping the edge of the sink, he looked at his reflection; his cheeks were deeply flushed, and his eyes slightly glazed.
Water droplets trickled down his face and dripped off his chin as his chest heaved with each breath.
The fire in his loins continued to burn hotly.
Cole dropped one hand and squeezed his throbbing crotch, his cock a steel bar between his legs.
“Fuck…” he gasped, his head falling forward.
His eyes clamped tightly as he took deep, shaky breaths and squeezed his package harder.
He needed to cum—so fucking bad. His testicles felt like solid steel ball bearings clenched up tight against his body.
Cole glanced at the bathroom stalls, contemplating the idea of finding relief behind one of their doors—when the restroom door suddenly swung open, revealing the sexy young stripper from the stage, body slick and glistening with sweat and glitter oil.
He was still wearing the G-string, also drenched in sweat and plastered to his erect cock.
This isn’t helping, Cole groaned to himself, realizing he was still clutching his goods, and hurriedly yanked his hand away from his crotch.
“Hey.” The young man grinned and brushed away damp, dark-blond strands that clung to his wet brow.
His hazel eyes darted to Cole’s crotch, then up again to his reflection.
“No need to be shy or embarrassed,” he chuckled, his voice almost tender.
“I saw you out there with Gabe. If I were you, I’d be in here, too, about to yank my chain. ”
“I wasn’t…” Cole started with a deep rasp in his voice, then let the denial go.
“No shame.” The stripper winked at Cole’s reflection. “I was just coming in here to take care of business myself.” He casually massaged his crotch. “Can’t help it. Working up the customers works me up.”
Cole cleared his throat and straightened. “I’ll go…”
“No need.” The young man tilted his head and squinted. “We could always take care of each other.” He wagged an eyebrow. “Much more fun than doing it solo, huh?”
Cole stared at him through the mirror; was he serious? His cock pulsed harder. The thought of another man’s hand on him right now made him a little dizzy, but it wasn’t this stripper’s hand he wanted to feel.
The young man—maybe nineteen—laughed softly.
“I was only half serious. Of course, if you had been into it, I would have been all serious.” He winked again.
“But judging by what I saw on the dance floor, I’m guessing you’d rather have Gabe handle your…
frustrations, huh?” He chuckled. “I’ve never seen Gabe get that handsy with an ordinary customer. Are you a friend of his?”
A friend? Cole wasn’t sure how to respond to that; he’d just met the man yesterday. Gabe seemed determined to be his friend… or something, anyway.
“I, uh…” Cole cleared his throat again. “I… I just met him. I don’t know him very well.”
The stripper laughed. “Looked like you were doing a pretty good job of rectifying that.”
Cole smiled nervously. “Yeah, I… I guess.”
“Gabe’s a good guy,” the young man said. “In case you were wondering. He’s a good friend to all the guys here at the club.” He grinned. “Top-notch bloke.”
A good friend to all the guys. What did that mean, exactly?
What does it matter? Cole wasn’t looking for someone to date. So what if Gabe was “friendly” with the other club boys, too? That was none of Cole’s business.
Cole left the bathroom as the stripper went into one of the stalls; he didn’t want to hear the young man “take care of business”—not when Cole was so close to the “brink” himself.
He paused in a small alcove and leaned against the wall.
His heart still pounded irregularly, causing a hitch in his breathing.
From where he stood, he couldn’t see the bar, where he thought Gabe and Dane were waiting.
He wasn’t sure if he could go through with the dance lessons today.
If Gabe—or even Dane—touched him again, he wasn't certain he could handle it.
You can’t hide from them.
Cole took a deep breath that failed to quell the fire inside and stepped out into the main club, fully aware of the crippling ache still pulsing through his loins.