CHAPTER 13
“Damn.” Dane wiped his hand across his flushed face as droplets of sweat trickled down his temples and cheeks and exhaled sharply.
Gabe gulped down half a bottle of cold water and wiped his mouth, panting a little. “What?”
“You.” Dane inhaled deeply, then exhaled in a short laugh. “Fuck.”
“Me, what?”
“Out there,” Dane said. “I thought you were gonna fuck me right on stage.”
Gabe grinned. “Was that an option?”
“No,” Dane laughed. “But for a second there, I didn’t think you were going to ask permission.”
Gabe shrugged, smirking. “It wasn’t any different than any of our other performances.” He grinned while tilting the water bottle to his mouth and draining the rest.
“Shit,” Dane snorted. “It was different. And we both know why.”
“Why?” Gabe tossed the empty bottle in the trash, smiling, knowing full well what Dane would say. And yeah, he was right.
“Your shower buddy,” Dane said. “The fact that you two practically fucked right before you went on stage, and then him standing out there on the floor watching us. That really got you going, didn’t it?” He chuckled. “Performing for him.”
“What can I say?” Gabe asked shamelessly.
“He’s fucking hot. And after what he did to me in the shower…
whooo.” He shook his head. “You’re lucky I didn’t nail you right there on stage.
” Gabe surveyed Dane’s glistening, fevered body.
His tight red shorts were soaked in sweat and pasted to his bulging crotch like a second skin; Gabe wasn’t the only one who got worked up out there. “In fact…” He took a step toward Dane.
“Ah!” Dane thrust out his hand. “That’s far enough.”
“But he still wants to play.” Gabe eyed Dane’s crotch.
“Maybe your little buddy calls the shots,” Dane said. “But mine doesn’t.”
“Little buddy?” Gabe smirked, then sighed and leaned against the counter, raking his palms over his face. “Uh. You’re such a party pooper.”
Dane laughed. “Go find your shower buddy. I’m sure he’s ready to play again after watching you hump me on stage.”
“Hey,” Gabe grinned. “Who was humping who against the pole?”
Dane flicked his hand noncommittally. “I was just performing.”
“Uh huh.” Gabe rolled his eyes, snorting. “You were in the moment, just like me, and hot to fuck. Don’t even try to deny it, hot stuff.”
Dane waved him off as if he were nuts. “Whatever. You just want to believe I want to fuck you.”
Chuckling, Gabe pointed at Dane. “One day, baby. You and I are going to the mat, so to speak. You’ll see.”
“In your dreams, blue eyes,” Dane laughed. He flicked his hand. “Shew. You’re wasting your charms on me. Go find your new boy.”
“He left—”
“What the fuck was that?” Gino popped his head into the dressing room, startling both men.
He sauntered through the door, still wearing his G-string, a notable bulge stretching the crotch.
“Holy shit, you guys were on fire. Do you know how many customers were jerking off under the tables?” He laughed loudly. “I was about to join them. Fuck.”
“What can I say?” Gabe grinned conspiratorially at Dane. “It’s just been one of those days.”
Gino sidled up to Gabe, dragging a fingertip through the crack of his ass, tracing the silver strip of the G-string. Gabe shuddered as his cock twitched hard. “You look like you could use some…” He pushed up on his toes and kissed Gabe hot on the mouth. “… relief.”
“Mm.” Gabe groaned against his lips and palmed the Italian’s small, luscious ass. The level of heat surging through his system nearly prevented him from declining, but somehow he managed to do just that. “Can I give you a rain check?” he moaned through another scorching kiss.
Gino pushed against him, rolling his erection over Gabe’s own. “Sure you don’t want a quickie to cool the fire?” he whispered, sliding his wet tongue along Gabe’s lower lip. “You don’t have to be gentle.”
Fuck. Gabe almost whimpered. He was so fucking hard and needed what Gino was offering. But as hot and sexy as the young Italian was—he wasn’t the one Gabe hungered for.
With great effort, Gabe gripped his arms and gently moved Gino back. “Don’t think for one second that I don’t want to tap your sexy ass,” he panted. “But this time, I have to pass.”
When Gino accepted that he wouldn’t be separating Gabe from his G-string, he finally vacated the dressing room.
“Now who’s the party pooper?” Dane smiled. “For a second there, I thought for sure you were going to take him up on it.”
Gabe wiped his mouth, his heart pounding. “For a second there, so did I.”
“I’m impressed by your resilience,” Dane chuckled. “You must really have it bad for the new guy.” He walked to the door. “I’m going to take a shower.” He paused and eyed Gabe. “Alone.”
“Party pooper,” Gabe tossed after him. Gabe needed another shower as well, but he couldn’t handle standing next to naked Dane right now.
He didn’t know why he would’ve surely taken Gino’s offer if it had been extended by Dane.
Gino was sexy as hell, fun, and had very skilled hands and mouth—Gabe and Gino had “played” together a few times since Gabe arrived at the club; he was familiar with the Italian’s talents.
Gabe waited for Dane to finish, then entered the shower room and stripped off the G-string.
Earlier images of Cole exploded through his head as he stepped beneath the shower spray and began to wash the oil and sweat from his body.
He closed his eyes, his hands becoming Cole’s.
A coiling ache tightened his balls, and his lower stomach knotted as his cock stretched longer and swelled thicker.
“Fuck…” Gabe slapped one hand against the tiled wall and grabbed his dick with the other. He stroked his soapy fist up and down his engorged shaft, chest tight, breath ragged. “Uuuhhh…”
“I could’ve done that for you.”
Gabe jumped, jerking around, still clutching his shaft.
Gino stood a couple of feet away, naked, his thick, uncut cock jutting out from a nest of dark curls, the foreskin sliding back as he worked his fist from base to glistening tip with slow, deliberate strokes.
“Mind if I jerk off with you?” A sexy, half-smile turned up the corner of his mouth.
“’Cause watching you is really turning me on. ”
Gabe felt lightheaded. His dick throbbed against his palm.
Gino walked closer and turned on the shower head next to Gabe’s.
He stood beneath the spray, turned his face up to the water, and continued stroking his dick.
Gabe watched him, unable to pull his eyes away as his blood boiled and his member started to pulse in his fist.
Gino tilted his head and looked at him, a small smile on his handsome face.
He turned toward Gabe, moving closer until their cockheads brushed together, slick with pre-cum and water.
A hard jolt shot through Gabe as he stared into the man’s dark eyes, their fists pumping in perfect sync, knuckles occasionally grazing each other’s swollen shafts.
Gino’s uncut head emerged glistening from its foreskin with each upstroke, while Gabe’s circumcised crown throbbed visibly, veins standing out along his length as they masturbated in rhythm with one another.
The haze around Gabe’s mind thickened as Gino’s face morphed into Cole’s, and he jerked himself harder, faster, his cockhead swelling purple and leaking pre-cum that mixed with the shower spray.
The transition happened in a blur of lust—suddenly his palm was wrapped around Gino’s thick shaft, feeling the foreskin slide back and forth over the ridge of his corona with each stroke, while Gino’s fingers squeezed and twisted around his own throbbing length.
He only fully registered the exchange when Gino began to gasp, short and sharp, as he thrust his veiny dick urgently through Gabe’s slick fist.
“Fuck!” Gabe’s vision blurred as Gino’s hand tightened around his pulsing shaft, the Italian’s thumb expertly circling the sensitive ridge beneath his cockhead with each upstroke.
His balls drew up tight against his body, tingling with the impending explosion.
“Uuhh... uuh... uuhh!” He slammed his leaking cock into the man’s grip, feeling every vein pulse against those skilled fingers until they were pressed against each other, jerking wildly—then suddenly, hot ropes of pearly cum erupted from both men, spattering across their abs and chests, that the shower immediately began to wash away as intense waves of pleasure radiated from Gabe’s groin through his entire body.
Sweet relief flooded his system, weakening his knees. Gabe dropped against the wall, his back smacking wetly on the tiles, as his chest heaved with labored breaths.
Gino leaned on the wall beside him, panting loudly. “See?” he grinned. “I knew you needed that.”
“Yeah…” Gabe gasped with a tremor and closed his eyes. “I guess… I did.” As good as it felt to get off, he knew it would have felt even better if it had been Cole’s hand that “got” him there.
Since returning to the apartment, Cole felt restless, almost agitated.
Not irritable, just… on edge. He was aware that part of the problem was the throbbing ache between his legs that he had yet to deal with.
It had “grown” so bad that he was sweating, his skin flushed with a fever that seemed to burn outward from deep within his core.
But the source of the agitation came from more than just the need to release. The problem was that he didn’t understand the other source, only that it originated in his mind rather than his body. He couldn’t focus because all he could think about was Gabe. The shower. The stage performance.
Was he regretting accepting the job at the club? Maybe anxiety was starting to take hold.
It’s just a trial run. You haven’t committed to anything yet.
The mental search for what caused his anxiety drained Cole. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and went to the living room, dropping onto the sofa. He turned on the TV and cracked open his beer, but his mind kept drifting, mostly toward Gabe.
Cole dug out his phone and checked the time. 5:00 pm. Was Gabe still working? So what if he wasn’t? Did he want to invite him over? Finish what they started in the shower? Cole sighed and stared at the dark screen. He’d just met Gabe yesterday, and already he was fucking around with him?
What if he thinks you want something serious?
Gabe didn’t strike him as a “commitment” kind of guy. Like Cole, he was young and in his prime, and seemed eager to fuck at any given moment. Maybe that’s all Cole was to him—another sexual conquest.
Do you want to be more than that?
Cole didn’t want a “relationship” but thought he and Gabe could be friends—fuck-friends, definitely, but still friends. What if Gabe only wanted the “fucking” without anything else? Would Cole become insignificant, even invisible, to him once they had sex?
Releasing a hard breath, Cole tossed the phone onto the sofa cushion beside him and leaned back, shoving his hands through his hair.
“You’re putting way too much thought into this,” he groaned.
“So what if he just wants to fuck? You need a good fucking. It’s not like there aren’t plenty of other hot guys at the club to take his place if he bails. ”
Another breath escaped him, and he closed his eyes, fingers gripping his head.
The thing was—if he was to be completely honest with himself—Gabe was the reason he even considered the job at the club.
Who knows? Maybe he was Max’s recruiter, picking out club patrons who fit the vibe of the club, and then seducing them to join with the idea that he had a personal interest in them.
“Sounds a little far-fetched,” he mumbled. “And so what? You need the job.”
Cole lowered his hands and looked at the TV, not at all interested in what was playing.
He picked up his beer, took another sip, and then glanced at his phone.
He might be conflicted about Gabe and the job at the club.
.. but at least he wasn’t dwelling on other things.
This was the first time in seven years that something had distracted him enough to focus on more than just running away, more than the nightmare that had never ceased breathing down his neck.
It had only been one day of relief, but it felt fucking amazing. And when he was with Gabe, up close, blood pumping—he almost forgot the nightmare had even existed. Maybe that’s why he immediately clung to Gabe… because he made the scary stuff disappear.
Cole picked up his phone, hesitated, typed out a message, hesitated again, and then sent it. Not two minutes later, he received a reply… as if the recipient had been diligently monitoring his phone, waiting for Cole to initiate contact.