Page 38 of The One Decent Thing

Sunday night at Aeon Lounge was gay night, and this was my third one as the most junior member of the security staff.

In other words, I got to stand out front in tight pants and smile even more tightly while every gay dude in Santa Rafaela, and there was a surprising number of them, flirted with me and with each other and asked me more or less subtly how big my dick was.

‘More subtly’ included lines like, “You’re really tall. Is what they say true?” while ‘less subtly’ included lines like, “How big is your dick?”

Meanwhile, the more senior members of the security team circulated the dance floor, watched the cameras from upstairs, and laughed their asses off at me.

Not that the staff, including me, had any problem with gay night or its patrons. Rick wouldn’t’ve stood for that, or hired anyone who would. He had a gay nephew, I’d come to learn, whose parents hadn’t reacted so well when he came out, one reason why Rick had been so paternal and kind with Sebastian. Rick asked me if Sebastian was doing well every time I came in to work, actually. It was really sweet, if the word ‘sweet’ could ever apply to a brick shithouse like Rick. Anyway, Sebastian smiled every time I told him, which made it worth the weirdness.

Truth be told, it was more intimidating than sweet. As in, Rick meant it sweetly in Sebastian’s direction, but meant it like a threat to my balls and my life if I ever did anything to make Sebastian less than well.

Of course, I wouldn’t, but Rick didn’t know that. Maybe he’d started to guess. In the couple of weeks since Sebastian and I had hooked up for real, it had gotten basically impossible for me to hide the sappy, dumbass,I’m having sex with him and he’s so prettylook on my face every time his name came up.

Anyway, gay night was cool, mostly, especially when it reminded me of Sebastian. But those dudes were rowdy. They were a lot of fun, and they turned what would’ve been a slow night into a super profitable night featuring catchy music, but they were not. Shy. At. All. And the other bouncers thought it was the funniest thing they’d ever seen, watching me get all flustered.

It was right after ten, and I was starting to really want my break. The door opening and closing was like the sound version of a strobe light, shouting and electronica and bass blasting me, then fading as the door shut. Cars streamed by, adding to the din with their bumping stereos and their honking and their laughing, yelling occupants.

Unfortunately for me, the line was getting to its peak. A lot of the guys who came out on Sunday night pre-gamed at home before they hit the club, so the door was quiet up until nine, and then quieter again after midnight when everyone had already come out if they were going to. I paused in between handing IDs back to three already-drunk college guys in short shorts, and taking the next batch from whoever was approaching, to look down the block and see how many more people were in line.

A flash of wavy blond hair caught my attention. Damn, I missed Sebastian. He waited up for me a lot of nights, and he didn’t have class Monday mornings. If I got the hell out of here before too late I’d have hours to spend kissing him, getting him off, and trying to work up the courage to do more than just touch his dick with my hands. He’d been blowing me nearly every day, and I was starting to feel like a dick myself.

The line moved, and my heart skipped a beat. That was Sebastian’s friend Chris, leaning out from the line and smirking at me, and next to him — the blondwasSebastian, smiling shyly and looking like a wet dream in a black jacket over something tight with a low neck that showed off his collarbones.

Since I’d started getting it on with a dude every night, I’d been checking out the male patrons a little more, mostly out of curiosity. At least on Sundays, when I knew it wouldn’t offend anyone. There were some really, really hot men who came through Aeon.

None of them came close to Sebastian. He was just…Sebastian, and as soon as I caught sight of him, everyone else faded into glittery, laughing background noise.

I hustled the next few groups inside, checking their IDs like I had to and giving them a once-over for anything that looked like a weapon or drugs, but eager to get them the fuck out of my face so the line could move faster. I could’ve waved Sebastian to the front, but that was the kind of thing that was sure to make him self-conscious.

Finally, the last three people were out of the way, and there were Sebastian and Chris.

Chris eyed me like he was considering causing me bodily harm, or possibly fucking me first. It was unsettling as hell, even if it was also a little funny. What had Sebastian told him about us? Shit, were we supposed to be official or something? That should’ve freaked me out, but instead I felt like an asshole. Did Sebastian think I was using him? I didn’t think I was. We’d done a lot of making out, and a fair amount of hanging out, but I’d been letting any serious conversations ride. We were both okay with leaving it up in the air for now, right? Unless Sebastian wasn’t and hadn’t told me. Shit, shit, shit.

But Sebastian smiled as he approached me, his whole face practically glowing — not like a guy who felt slighted or pissed off. I’d never wanted to kiss someone so badly. Hell, if I did it right here and now, the line of customers would probably all cheer, and the cars driving by would honk.

Which would be so embarrassing, and Sebastian might never forgive me. Instead, I took what I could get, a one-armed bro hug. He felt so perfect pressed up against me with his hand brushing over my shoulder, and I leaned down to take a quick, surreptitious lungful of him. His hair was slightly damp from standing outside on a foggy evening, and maybe from him taking a shower before he left home. I used the same hippie coconut shampoo he did, because that was what was there, but it didn’t smell like that on me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked as I pulled back. “You didn’t tell me you were coming out tonight.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. Chris wanted to, and I thought I’d surprise you. So, um, surprise?” That smile had dimmed a little, like he was afraid I wouldn’t want him showing up where I worked.

Right, like I’d ever mind Sebastian being where I was. I grinned at him. “Thanks, I’m glad you did.”

His eyes lit up, but before he could answer me, Chris cut in with, “What, no hug for me?” So I gave him the same type of hug I’d given Sebastian, only minus the slight linger and the hair-sniffing, and pulled the door open for them.

“Have fun, and tell the bartender you’re with me, okay? I can give out a couple of free drinks a night. I’ll try to come say hi when I’m on my break.”

“Okay,” Sebastian said, a little huskily, just the way he spoke when we were in bed together. Fuck, I’d need to go on break ASAP to adjust myself in my jeans if he did much more of that. Chris winked at me, and they both slipped inside, riding a wave of bass and drunken shouting.

The door thumped shut again, cutting it off, and two tall, hot surfer-looking dudes ambled up. “Who’s the cute blond?” one of them asked me with a smirk.

“My roommate. IDs?”

Someone a few back in the line hooted and called out, “Ooooh, yourroommate,” and all his friends started laughing.

My cheeks burned against the October chill. I knew it was good-natured, but fuck my life. “Yeah, yeah,” I muttered. “Have your IDs out.” They were all still cackling at me as I let them in.

“Can someone spell me?” I murmured into my headset, automatically scoping out the next batch of partiers. “My roommate showed up, I want to go say hi.”

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