Page 23 of Out of Nowhere

“Sorry,” Jake said. “I didn’t know you were together. Come on, Steve. Let’s dance.”

The two men walked off.

Dex cleared his throat. “Let’s go sit at the bar.”

Chapter Fifteen: Dex

The way Seo-jun stopped that man from touching Dex had been so hot. Dex watched as Seo-jun smoothed a strand of silky black hair away from his forehead. His beautiful petal-pink lips were so perfect in their symmetry, they were a work of art. And those dark, narrow eyes. Every time Seo-jun turned to look at him, Dex was sucked into their depths. Add the leather pants that fit like a fucking glove and the smooth skin and the muscles under that white shirt—all on display every time he moved—and Seo-jun was easily the most beautiful man that Dex had ever seen. And then, knowing that Seo-jun could be deadly if he had to be, it all added up to one sexy man in Dex’s book.

“What are you thinking?” Seo-jun asked before taking a sip of his bourbon and Coke. They’d taken a seat at one of the few available tables, sitting very close so they could hear each other talk and facing the hall where the restrooms and back exits were so they could see who went in and out of them.

“Nothing in particular,” Dex lied. He had been rock hard since the moment Seo-jun had man-handled the guy who’d touchedhim, and his erection wasn’t going to go down anytime soon with the way Seo-jun’s knee kept brushing against his under the table. And the way he was tracing the condensation on the glass with his index finger…

“I’ll check the restroom,” Dex said suddenly, not waiting for a reply before high-tailing it down the hallway and bursting into the first one he came to, which happened to be the co-ed restroom. He passed its only occupant on his way out, and, after stumbling into a stall, slid the lock into place, unbuttoned his pants, and shoved his hand inside.

It only took three shaky strokes and he was coming into his hand.

Panting, he leaned against the wall of the stall a moment before cleaning himself up with toilet paper. Turning, he sat down a moment, waiting for his racing heart to calm.

He hadn’t run away to jack himself off since he was thirteen and watched from a hole in the neighbor’s fence as seventeen-year-old Archie Knollwood, the local high school quarterback, mowed the lawn in a pair of tiny athletic shorts.

Ah, fuck it.If he was going to have to stare at Seo-jun in that outfit all night, he’d needed to take the edge off.

He was about to leave the stall when he heard someone enter the bathroom. The feeling he’d been doing something wrong still riding him, he instinctively pulled his feet up so the person wouldn’t see he was in there.

You idiot, what are you doing?He admonished himself, putting his feet back down as he heard the door to a stall down the line close and lock. He was reaching for the door to leave when he heard squeaking noises. Specifically, the sound of a marker writing on a bathroom wall.

What the fuck? Are you kidding me right now?

Dex sent a quick text to Seo-jun before quietly opening the stall door. As silently as he could manage, he crept toward theonly closed stall at the end of the line, and stood waiting, keeping his feet out of the sight range of the person inside.

Out in the club, someone on the loudspeaker announced a live DJ and the crowd cheered and applauded enthusiastically as the first notes of Celine Dion’s “I’m Alive” began to play.

The lock on the stall rattled, and Dex tensed, ready to confront whoever was in there. Then the door opened and Dex lunged, grabbing the perpetrator by the shoulders. Shocked, he stared down into the face of an old woman wearing bright pink lipstick, her wrinkled face surrounded by a cloud of gray hair. She had to be at least eighty years old.

“Get your hands off me!” she snapped. Peering behind her, Dex saw several homophobic, derogatory words written in big black letters on the wall of the stall.

“Security, ma’am. I need to see in your bag,” he said, letting go of her but remaining where he was, blocking her exit from the stall.

“If you’re looking for this, I’ll save you some time.” She held up a black Sharpie marker.

“You’re the person who’s been vandalizing this club?” Despite the evidence, Dex was having a difficult time believing it.

“That’s right.”

The door burst open and Seo-jun ran into the room, gun drawn. When he saw the old woman in Dex’s grip, a look of confusion came over his face.

David Hendrix walked in behind him, two security officers in tow, and, remembering what he’d been doing earlier, Dex moved toward the sinks and took a moment to wash his hands.

“Ma?” he heard Hendrix ask, puzzled.

Tossing the paper towel he’d used to dry his hands into the trash, Dex glanced at Seo-jun, who had lowered his gun.

“David Albert Hendrix, this club is a den of iniquity!” the elderly woman scolded. “I want you to know, your father is rolling in his grave.”

“Dad isn’t dead, Ma. He left us when I was seven. He lives in Montreal now.”

“Well, if he were dead, he’d be rolling.”

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