Page 28 of Poles Apart
Jacob shook his head. “Just beers.”
Toby handed them over and stood looking expectantly at them both. Dom spoke up, turning to Jacob.
“Toby and Owen have asked me to dance at the club. I’ll be here in a couple of weeks. You’ll be coming to watch, won’t you?”
Jacob nodded his assent. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
“I can remember seeing him dance in Vegas,” said Owen. “Straight up, hot as fuck. It got me hard anyway. I couldn’t keep my hands off Toby that night. Could I, babe? Remember we hooked up with that fit go-go dancer. Fuck, that was a night.”
Owen looked over at Dom, a lecherous look on his face that Jacob did not like at all. Dom squirmed under his gaze and shifted uncomfortably against him.
Jacob put his beer on the bar. “Do you want to dance, Dom?” He turned to Toby and Owen. “I hope you don’t mind; we haven’t had a night out in a while.”
“Of course, we wouldn’t want to stop you.” Jacob let Dom go, took his hand and led him to the dance floor. They moved into each other’s arms and started to dance. Dom slipped his arms around Jacob’s neck and brought him close, their bodies pressing together, the heat between them palpable.
Jacob nuzzled into Dom’s neck. He breathed in his scent, a sweet, citrusy smell that aroused him no end. Dom slipped his leg in between his thighs, and he shamelessly thrust against him. He moved his arms from his neck and gripped Jacob’s arse, squeezing tight. Jacob groaned as their erections rubbed between them, the friction building the sexual tension.
Dom lifted his face to his and parted his lips. Jacob didn’t wait for an invitation. He kissed him with abandon. He didn’t care that they were on a dance floor. He didn’t care that people were watching. He wanted Dom; any way he could.
He thought momentarily that this couldn’t all be a sham, but no one kissed like that and didn’t mean it.
“I say we take this somewhere else. What do you think?” Dom asked breathlessly. Jacob nodded, and Dom took his hand again, leading them to a small, dark corridor.
“What are we doing here?” Jacob asked. He wasn’t against kissing in public, but he didn’t want to get done for indecent exposure, and that’s exactly what it would be if they carried on like this.
“I don’t want us to get into trouble,” he said, panting against Dom’s neck.
“We won’t, don’t worry.” Dom said, quickly pulling him into a little alcove.
He moved in for another kiss, and as before, when they’d been eighteen, this was filthy and borderline pornographic.
Dom thrust eagerly against him, and Jacob thought he’d burst, his dick pressing against his zip.
He broke away. “Fucking hell, Dom. I’m going to come in my pants like a horny teenager if we carry on like this.”
Dom said nothing but moved his hands to the front of Jacob’s trousers and stroked his very, hard cock through the fabric. Jacob moaned in response. “Fuck, Dom. Stop!”
Jacob stepped away from him.
“Don’t you want this?” Dom asked him, desperation in his voice.
“You know I do, but I’m not going to have my first sex in ages against a wall in a nightclub.” Jacob turned away and ran his hands through his hair.
He turned back to Dom to see disappointment in his eyes. Jacob stepped towards him, but he moved away.
“Don’t be like that, Dom. I want to have mind-blowing sex with you in every possible way. Just not here. OK?” He reached out to stroke his face, and this time, Dom let him.
Jacob continued. “I’ve thought about this all-fucking day. Actually, for the last eight years.” He paused and moved closer still, looking deep into Dom’s eyes. “Whenwe do this, it will be the best fucking sex either of us has ever had.”
Dom grinned at him. “Damn fucking straight, it will be. And it will be me that does the fucking. Make no mistake, Jacob.” He moved closer to him, and they kissed again, but this time, it was less urgent, more tender, gentler. Jacob hoped that this, this right here, was real.
A nearby cough brought them out of their bubble, and they both turned to see Toby standing at the end of the hallway, watching them. Jacob was irritated with himself for not having noticed him, and he wasn’t sure how much he’d seen or heard. Either way, they weren’t staying in this knobhead’s company any longer.
“Excuse us,” he said, taking Dom’s hand as he strode past him, back to the noise of the club.
Chapter Fifteen
Dom
