Chapter 3
The twins led Katt across the rec room as the other boys introduced themselves. Gideon watched him closely, still getting that off sense about him, yet unable to pinpoint the source.
“He’s cute.” Garrett approached Gideon. “How curious do you think he is?”
“Not sure.” Gideon rubbed his chin. “There’s something about him that I can’t quite put my finger on.”
“What do you mean?”
“He seems nervous.”
“They all are,” Garrett said, then chuckled. “Well, except Samson.” He nodded at the large man observing the twins. “But Sean and Dylan.”
“I know. But…” Gideon shook his head. “Not that kind of nervous. Something else.”
“Well, if he’s hiding something,” Garrett said. “It probably won’t stay hidden long.” He smiled. “Especially with the twins on the job.”
Gideon laughed. “Yeah, I can always count on them to… dig deep.”
“Fuck.” Garrett grinned. “That’s for sure. They’ve excavated all of us.”
“Good Lord,” Gideon chuckled.
“Am I wrong?” Garrett grinned.
“No, you are not.” Gideon laughed, clearing his throat.
“Do you think he’ll go all the way?”
Gideon gazed at Katt thoughtfully. “I don’t know,” he murmured. “I sense more resistance in him than in the other curious boys.”
“Hm.” Garrett nodded. “I guess we’ll see. If he has an inner gay boy, nobody can coax him out quite like the twins.”
“I’m Lucas.” The blue-eyed pool player shook Katt’s hand. “Do you play?” He nodded toward the pool table, where balls were scattered across the felt.
“Uh, yeah,” Katt mumbled. “A little. I’m not very good.”
“Practice makes perfect,” Lucas said as he began gathering the balls into the plastic triangle. “Right, boys?” He winked at the two look-alikes still hanging off Katt’s arms.
“Oh, yes,” Marcus piped up, an impish gleam in his eyes. “That’s why we’re so perfect.” His face pinched cutely. “We practice a lot.”
From the way the other guys laughed and nodded, Katt suspected they weren’t talking about billiards.
Lucas finished setting up the table and handed Katt a pool cue. “Want to break?”
“You go ahead.” The last thing Katt wanted to do was play pool, but maybe it was better than the alternative. If nothing else, it would delay the decision on whether he could go through with it all.
Marcus hugged his arm. “We’re rooting for you.” He squinted at his counterpart. “Aren’t we, Mickey?”
“Yep.” Mickey nodded emphatically.
Leaning over to make the break, Lucas scowled at the two boys. “I see how you are. A cute new guy walks in, and you abandon me.” He clucked his tongue, made the break, and slowly straightened. He casually chalked the tip of the stick. “I may have to spank you for that later.”
The twins giggled. “Promise?” they chimed in unison. The others laughed.
Lucas chuckled. “Oh, yeah, that’s a promise.” He looked at the large, muscular man standing nearby. “I mean, with the big man’s permission, that is.”
“Oh, he won’t care.” Marcus waved his hand flamboyantly, and the room of guys burst into laughter. “He’ll help you.” He craned his neck and smiled sweetly at the giant. “Right, baby?”
Nodding slowly, the man spoke in a deep voice. “That’s right.”
“Just so you know…” Lucas cocked an eyebrow at Katt. “Samson here was a curious boy, too.” He snickered. “He ain’t curious anymore, though, are ya, big guy? Those two little devils done fucked the curiosity right outta you.”
Samson—fitting name—simply nodded and smiled.
“Oh, yeah, we did,” Mickey cooed, winking at the big man.
Katt looked at Samson, surprised that he had been a “curious boy.” It was hard to imagine the man ever being uncertain about his sexuality—or anything, for that matter. He had an enviable confidence about him.
Lucas’ words caused a knot in Katt’s stomach as his eyes darted to the twins. The two boys watched him with more desire and lust than he’d ever received from a woman—and he’d had plenty of women wanting him.
“I got solids,” Lucas spoke low, suddenly right beside him.
Katt flinched, cleared his throat, and nodded.
As he lined up a shot, he became painfully aware of his ass sticking out, as if he were “presenting” to the entire room of gay porn stars.
With his focus split between his shot and the lustful eyes on his ass, Katt missed the corner pocket by a mile.
He straightened quickly and shrugged. “Told you I suck,” he mumbled.
Marcus sidled up to him and batted his thick, blond lashes. “We all… suck.” He dragged a delicate fingertip along the back of Katt’s hand, then turned his sultry blue eyes to Katt’s face. “Nothing wrong with that.” The sexual undertone was hardly an undertone at all.
“He’s right.” Lucas circled the table, his heated gaze never leaving Katt. “No one’s gonna fault you for… sucking.” The corner of his mouth tilted up as his tongue darted out, sliding across his lower lip.
“Don’t mind these guys.” Another young man appeared beside Katt. “They’re incessant flirts.” He held out his hand. “I’m Garrett.”
Katt swallowed and shook his hand.
“Back off, cock blocker,” Lucas scowled at Garrett.
“Not blocking,” Garrett chuckled, folding his arms loosely over his chest. “Just introducing myself to the new guy.”
Lucas scoffed. “Yeah, right.” He lined up his shot and sank it. “You’re always cockblocking us with the new guys.”
Garrett pressed his lips into a slight smirk and said nothing.
Katt wondered why a porn star would “cock-block” other porn stars, but he didn’t ask; he had his own problems.