Page 29 of The Club

I find that I don’t want to.

When I see in his eyes that he’s yielding, I let go of his jaw and tug at his leg again, more gently this time. He lets me turn him partway onto his back. A breath stutters into his lungs when I start fiddling with the ball stretcher. I get it open and remove it.

There are traces of cum on his cock. I gently clean them away then I tug the blanket further off him to sweep the cloth over his abdomen and chest. When I’m done, I pull the blanket over him again and let him roll onto his side.

I return to the bar and rinse the cloth then use it to clean myself. I eye the mess all over the play room. I don’t do a great cleanup, but I get the worst of it.

I eye my clothes and the elevator.

I eye the bed with Rafael’s still form under the blanket.

I don’t really make a decision. I just find myself walking to the bed. I find myself pulling up the blanket and sliding under it.

Rafael is completely still, almost stiff, as my body settles against his. I wrap my arms around him anyway and pull him into the curve of my body. When I press my face to the back of his neck, he relaxes. When I stroke my thumb against his throat, he sighs.

“Just sleep,” I tell him, and he does.

TEN

Rafael

I wake up clinging to a big, warm body. Dominic is on his back. My leg is over his, my arm around his ribs, my face on his shoulder. My semi-hard cock is pressed against his hip. I usually sleep alone, so it should feel weird, maybe even bad, but it doesn’t. It feels really fucking nice.

It’s not real—I know that. Even before my brain comes fully online, I recognize this as a false, beautiful moment, one outside of thought and choice and reality. Once Dominic wakes up, this will be over.

And yet … he’s the one who chose it.

He could have let me go last night when I got weird. I don’t usually get weird like that because sex, usually, is not that intense and I don’t usually bottom. When I want to be destroyed, I tend to do it alone. No one sees me after.

Dominic did.

Why the hell didn’t he just let me go? Why did he draw me to the bed and clean me up? Why did he slide in behind me and hold onto me like he knew I needed it? Why did he care that I needed it?

Why is he still here?

When he starts to stir, waking up, I pretend to be asleep. If he’s going to leave, I don’t want to watch. He freezes when he registers our entanglement.

I expect him to slide out from under me, to escape without waking me. Instead, his arm goes from lying loosely behind me to curling around me.

I know he thinks I’m asleep, but holy fuck. I did not expect that.

His thumb rubs lightly against my side. I keep my eyes closed but feel the subtle movement of his body as he tilts his head to look at me.

I’m well aware of what a homophobic piece of shit his father was, so I would guess this is as novel for Dominic as it is for me.

My cock is getting harder, which is going to give me away, so I deepen my breathing as though I’m waking up. My rumbling sigh isn’t entirely fake as I resettle against him and grind lightly. He makes a small sound that I think is pleased.

I draw my hand across his ribs then rub it over his chest. He’s not lasered bare like I am. He’s got a smattering of body hair but not too much, and all of it well groomed. His skin is a little daker than mine. Some people think I’m Italian, but I’m not. My family was Puerto Rican, of Portuguese descent.

When I was really young, my father used to take me there. Like a moron, I thought he wanted to spend time with me. Now I understand that our father-son trips were a smokescreen for his cocaine business.

Why the hell am I thinking about that right now?

“Mmm,” I murmur as I pull myself over top of Dominic. My hard cock brushes his.

Of course, he grabs me and rolls over to switch our positions. I’m not about to complain, however, because his hand reaches between our bodies to grip both our cocks.

I close my eyes in pleasure at the doubled sensation of his hand around me and his cock rubbing mine. But he lets go and lifts away from me. With a sigh, I roll onto my side and watch him exit the bed. At least he gives me a perfect view of his bare ass as he walks into the bar.

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