“Huh?”
“You heard me. Dance with me.”
“Out here?”
There were other people in the park doing exactly that. “You danced with me at the bar.”
“Yeah, but that’s different.”
It hit him then that maybe Colby didn’t feel comfortable in a place like this because it wasn’t as safe as a gay bar. He felt sillyfor not having thought of it. He was out and had been for most of his life. This was all new for Colby.
Yet on the way here, he’d grabbed Vince’s hand.
“You know what? Yes. Let’s dance.” Colby shoved to his feet and held his hand out for Vince.
“You don’t ever have to do something you’re not comfortable doing. Not with me. I didn’t mean to push.”
Colby’s forehead wrinkled. “You didn’t… Oh, you thought I didn’t want to dance with you because you’re a man? Shit, that didn’t even occur to me.”
Vince chuckled. Of course it didn’t. Colby was too damn sweet, too accepting to even consider that others around him might not be, or that it was okay to be nervous being with a man in public.
“Seriously, Vince. I was just thinking it’s embarrassing to dance in this situation. It feels different from a bar, but now I realize I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. I want to have fun with my friend even if I make a fool of myself.”
Jesus, this man was so fucking great, and he didn’t even realize it. Vince would make sure he did, though.
Vince took the offered hand and let Colby pull him to his feet. They didn’t dance the same way they did at the bar. They weren’t all hands and grinding against each other, but they did move together to the rapiddum, dum, dumof the drums. Sometimes they were dramatic about it, playful in ways that probably looked ridiculous, but Vince didn’t care what anyone thought about him, and he was glad to see that in this moment Colby didn’t either.
They were at it for a while, just enjoying hanging out together the way they always did. It was so strange. Vince never thought he would have anything in common with Colby, but for whatever reason, they just worked.
Eventually, while running his hands up and down Colby’s back, Vince said, “You ready to go back to the hotel? I have something I want to show you.”
As if hearing the innuendo in Vince’s voice, Colby replied, “You do, huh? I think I might feel it.”
Vince chuckled. “That too, but I was thinking more along the lines of introducing you to my mouth…if that’s something you’d be interested in. If not, no worries. We can just watch a movie or something.”
“Oh, look at the time. It’s getting late. We should head back…for the first thing you mentioned.” Colby took Vince’s hand and pulled Vince with him.
Vince gave another snicker. “Someone is excited.”
“You offered to…” He looked around, then lowered his voice as he said, “Blow me. Of course I’m excited.” Colby stopped walking. “Wait. That’s what we’re talking about, right?”
This time Vince practically choked on his own laughter. Christ, how was everything with this man so much damn fun? “Yes, that’s what I’m talking about. What else did you think I meant?”
“I don’t know. I guess my brain short-circuited at the thought. It’s been a while for me.”
“And there’s the fact that it will be even better because it’s from me. Wait until you see how deep I can go. And I do this thing with my tongue…”
Colby groaned and buried his face in Vince’s neck with a soft chortle. “I can’t wait.”
“Then let’s go so you don’t have to.”
Colby pulled him by the wrist again. Vince did the same, an unfamiliar zing of anticipation making his insides buzz. Sure, he’d always loved giving head, but he wasn’t sure why he was so exhilarated by the idea of sucking Colby’s cock.
They sped up to a run, like if they didn’t hurry and get there, the time would expire and Vince would no longer be able to blow him. Laughter fell from both of their mouths, this pure, happy sound of people who enjoyed each other.
Had he ever enjoyed the prelude to head so much before? Had he ever been so excited for someone that he ran down the street, needing his mouth on them as soon as possible?
Colby skidded to a stop in front of the hotel, and Vince ran into his back.