Page 23 of Fluffing the Stallion

“Sounds like a plan, baby.” I kiss him once more before he hops off the couch, gets dressed and breezes out. He drove his car over this morning and rode with me to the studio, so he’s able to get himself home.

Tonight is going to be a blast.

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YURI

The bass beats are thumping, hitting me square in the chest when we walk in. As usual, Clay looks fucking hot, wearing a pair of skintight jeans that show off his ample ass and thick thighs, a tight white t-shirt that showcases his rippling abs and toned pecs and has his hair gelled back so I can see entire gorgeous face.

I’m the luckiest man in the club tonight with him on my arm.

We beeline to the bar, ordering drinks and people watching. There are some hot guys here, most sans shirts as they grind to the beats pumping through the speakers. I want to have Clay out there like that, but this is his first time in a queer club, so I want him to get comfortable with the environment first.

He takes everything in, looking around with curious eyes. “It’s nice in here,” he shouts in my ear to be heard over the music. “Have you been here before?”

I nod. “A few times with Bailey. Want to dance?”

His smile is slow as he presses closer to me. “Yeah.” Clay downs his drink, sets his glass on the bar and holds his hand out.

Mirroring him, I toss my drink back and put the glass on the bar as well. Taking his hand, I lead him to the dance floor. Immediately, Clay turns around in my arms, grinding his sexy ass against me. My hands planted on his hips, I move along with him to the beat, enjoying the closeness. I bend and kiss his neck, the saltiness of his skin making my tongue tingle.

A man walks over to us, a bit taller than me, but thinner. He dances in front of Clay, sliding a hand up his side. He makes eye contact with me, asking permission and I nod. Then he looks down at Clay, asking him as well. Clay looks back at me and I nod again.

“Hi,” the man yells for both of us to hear him. “I’m Jensen.”

“Clay and Yuri,” I shout as I indicate who we are with a point of my finger.

That’s all we exchange as far as conversation. We dance together, moving Clay between us fluidly. He seems to be enjoying himself and I love that. I love that he can let loose, even though he’s still very new at this.

Clay turns around to give his ass to Jensen to feel up on, threading his fingers around my neck. I grin at him and he returns it, eyes sparkling as he moves his body against me and Jensen.

Jensen is respectful of Clay, not letting his hands drop lower than his waist and not doing anything lecherous like kissing him or licking his skin. He’s a good dance partner.

When the song changes, Clay turns back around, pressing his front to Jensen as he grinds back against me. I love how he feels, but I want to see him having a good time by himself.

Kissing his neck, I step away from him slowly, bumping those behind me as I move to the bar. Clay looks at me over his shoulder as if he’s going to follow me, but I shake my head, indicating he can stay and enjoy himself. He looks torn, but I give him a smile to set him at ease.

Taking my word for it, Clay turns back to Jensen, throwing an arm over his shoulder and goes back to dancing. I move to the bar and order another drink, keeping an eye on Clay. I can see the appeal of watching. He’s fucking hot, moving against Jensen, laughing as they dance and writhe against him.

There’s no heat between them, but I can tell they’re having fun.

Seeing Clay dancing with someone else doesn’t set off any jealous or possessive vibes, but it shows me just how fucking lucky I am to have him. He’s so fucking amazing. I don’t know a lot of men that will jump headfirst into a queer relationship and not worry about what it means. Clay’s doing what feels good.

He spins around, pressing his ass against Jensen and my own cock thickens behind my zipper. I understand exactly why he loves to watch. The appeal is knowing that even though someone else wants him, he’s all mine. I know when we leave here, I get to have the prize other people have been staring at and flirting with. He’s mine.

I’m not sure I can be like him and watch someone fuck his ass, but I can watch him do this. Watching him let loose and enjoy himself with someone else is the stuff of fantasies.

Clay and Jensen dance for a few songs and my cock stays hard the entire time. It probably won’t go down until I’ve had my fill of him. I’m too worked up to wait to stretch Clay out and get him ready for my fat cock, but I can get him off as soon as I get him alone. And boy, do I want to get him alone.

When the last song is over, Clay pats Jensen on the shoulder and they separate, Jensen moving on to dance with a twink that’s been staring at him for the past few songs.

Clay smiles when he gets within a few feet of me and I pull him close, smashing my lips against his. Clay releases what I think is a startled squeak into my mouth, then he melts into me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and kissing me hard. We’re pressed up against the bar, Clay’s hands roaming over my body. I couldn’t get a fuck less about the bar top digging into my back or the way people are close to us trying to order drinks. As long as Clay’s mouth is on me, nothing else matters.

I’m not sure how long we kiss before Clay pulls away, grinning at me. “Home?”

I nod, unable to say more than one word: “Home.”

Taking his hand, I lead him out, hurrying to my car so we can get home quickly.

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