Page 53 of Flipping the Script

People who just wanted to rub elbows with someone famous annoyed the hell out of me, but after six years in the biz, I was used to it.

I stupidly thought that shit would be over now that I was supposed to be enjoying my retirement.

It would fade soon enough. People would lose interest and I’d be yesterday’s news.

I couldn’t fucking wait.

That was why I’d come to Envy tonight.

Hopefully the low lights and the unspoken rule that “what happens in the back rooms stays in the back rooms” would help me stay anonymous so I could have a night out and not have to worry about who might recognize me.

And so I could stop thinking about Jesse and what happened at the party. And in front of my cabin.

This thing between us was over. I’d won, and we had no reason to ever be alone with each other again. Ben wouldn’t think twice if I declined his next party invite, and the only time I’d have to be in the same vicinity as him was if we had some sortof family event or if our siblings somehow wrangled us into the same place.

I’d spent the week reminding myself of that, but I was in such a bad headspace it hadn’t helped.

I needed to forget about him. To erase the memories of how he felt, his taste, and how he looked when he came down my throat.

To do that, I needed to replace them with someone else.

It’d been over six months since I’d had sex and well over a year since I’d fucked a guy. I was hung up on Jesse because he was the only person I’d hooked up with in so long. That was it.

I just needed to find another dick to play with so I could move on and get back to hating him.

Scanning the crowd, I walked the perimeter of the dance floor, taking in the club's atmosphere.

I’d never been here, but Ezra had told me about it at the party before Jesse had shown up. He’d also mentioned how he and his men enjoyed playing together in the back room.

I’d been to clubs all over the world and was quite familiar with back rooms. I’d never messed around in one, but that was mostly because I hadn’t wanted to risk being outed, not because I had anything against public play.

I didn’t think I was into exhibitionism, not really. The idea of people watching me didn’t get me hot. Maybe because I’d spent my life performing on stage and was used to having people watch my every move?

But something about messing around outdoors with Jesse had gotten me hot. Maybe it was being out in the open and exposed that had done it. The possibility of being watched over actually having an audience. After playing by the rules and doing everything right for so long, it was fun to sayfuckitand not give a shit about anything except slaking a need.

Or maybe it was because we’d been outside. I loved the woods and always felt more settled and at ease when I was surrounded by nature than when I was in big cities. Maybe that had unlocked some primal part of me that enjoyed rolling around in the dirt or getting my sexy on surrounded by trees.

Some of the men around me were definitely exhibitionists.

Ez had said that it was normal for people to get things started on the dance floor, and he hadn’t been wrong.

This also wasn’t that unusual for me. This kind of stuff was strange in the US, but not so much abroad. I’d never been in an exclusively gay space where people were getting their sexy on in front of others, but I’d been in a few bi ones, so these weren’t the first public BJs or handies I’d seen.

They were the first ones where I didn’t have to pretend like seeing it didn’t get me a little hot and bothered.

Again, it wasn’t so much the public part I liked. More the freedom the place offered where mencoulddo this sort of thing without having to worry about being harassed or worse.

The place was packed, which was exactly what I’d hoped. No one was paying me any attention beyond quickly checking me out, and for the first time in years, I felt like Sebastian Lake, a regular twenty-something looking to have some fun and not like the lead vocalist of Vessel who had to worry about who might be watching him.

A lithe guy in a tiny white crop top and bright yellow booty shorts sidled up to me.

I swept my gaze up his tight body. He wasn’t my usual type, but he was cute, with messy blond curls and a bright smile. I usually went for bigger guys, but I wasn’t against having some fun with twinks when the opportunity arose.

“Hi,” he shouted, leaning in so I could hear him over the music.

“Hi.”

“Having fun?” he asked, moving his hips in a seductive circle, catching the beat of the song.

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