Page 66 of The Jock
He closed his eyes and danced the movements he remembered by heart. This was an intro class, but he wasn’t a beginning dancer, so he didn’t stumble or drop a leg lift. He hit each position cleanly, and his lines were long, and, even though he wasn’t dancingen pointe, he got to his toes and reached for the ceiling. When three minutes were up and his music tapered off, he opened his eyes and looked first at Wes.
Wes stared, his jaw hanging open, lips parted, pupils blown wide. He’d lost his rigid stance, and it looked like a single breath could knock him down.
Justin looked away quickly, in case one of the mothers figured out Justin and Wes were connected. They’d arrived separately and hadn’t said a word to each other, and most of the gossip was focused on whether Wes was crushing on or dating one of the freshman girls.
He bowed as the studio applauded. He thanked the audience and then scampered back behind the partition. His instructor kissed him on both cheeks and told him he was phenomenal and that he had to take Ballet II next time. He thanked her, threw on his warm-ups, grabbed his duffel bag, and slipped out the back door.
Wes met him around the corner, jogging to where Justin had parked in an out-of-the-way spot far from the streetlights. He ran right up to Justin and grabbed him, took both of his shoulders in his massive grip, and backed him against the car.
Wes pressed their bodies together so Justin could feel his erection, achingly hard against his belly. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Wes growled, right before he captured Justin’s lips with his own.
They kissed in the darkness until they heard tires rolling on the pavement and broke apart right before headlights swept over them both. Justin wiped his lips and steadied himself, and Wes braced his forearms on the roof of Justin’s car and bowed his head.
“I can’t think,” Wes croaked. “All the blood in my body is in my cock. I’ve never been this hard.”
Justin jerked open his car door and pushed the front seat forward. “Get in the back. Now.”
Wes barely fit, but they made it work. Justin crawled in after him, kneeling on the floorboards and pulling Wes’s cock out so he could get his mouth on him, swallow Wes down. He sucked him deep and hard, and played with his balls. Pressed his finger against his perineum, massaging the smooth skin until Wes’s thighs quaked and he dug his hands into Justin’s hair. He kept going, pressing until Wes thrust his cock all the way into Justin’s throat and erupted with a hoarse cry. Wes came so much, so forcefully, Justin couldn’t swallow it all, and some dribbled down his chin. Wes leaned forward and kissed him, licking his own spilled come. Another car passed by, but the windows were fogged, and they didn’t try to hide.
“Jesus,” Wes breathed. “You were incredible.”
Justin patted his lips daintily, like he’d just finished tea with the Queen. “Thank you.”
“Not that.” Wes held his hand. He was slumped half in Justin’s backseat, half falling to the floorboards, one leg shoved between the two front seats over the center console, the other bent up like he was squatting. “That was epic, too. You need to keep dancing. You’re gorgeous.”
“I’m nothing special.”
“You remind me of the danseurs we saw in Paris.”
Justin laughed. “They are some of the best on the planet!”
“You remind me of them,” Wes insisted.
“Thank you. That’s very sweet, cowboy.”
“I mean it,mon amour.”
Wes began the arduous process of disentangling himself from the inside of Justin’s car. When he finally bear crawled out onto the pavement, Justin said, “Congratulations. You’ve just been born again.”
“That’s exactly what it felt like.” Wes stretched and popped his back. “Let’s take my truck if we ever need to go on a road trip. That’s not a car. It’s a jack-in-the-box.”
“Deal.”
“Do you have plans later tonight?” Wes asked, almost shy.
“Wes, you’re my plans. You’re my boyfriend. I don’t do anything without you. I don’t want to do anything without you.”
Wes bit his lip and grinned. “Okay. Then get in your jack-in-the-box car and follow me.”
He was curious, but he did what Wes said, getting in and waiting for Wes to pull up beside him in his truck. He expected to head out of the city, and he wasn’t disappointed when Wes turned onto the county highway. But he was surprised when Wes pulled off only twenty minutes later, turning into the parking lot of a Holiday Inn that catered to truckers. Wes parked by the back door and waited for Justin.
“I wanted to do something special for you.” He took Justin’s hand. “Close your eyes.”
He let Wes lead him into the hotel, down two hallways that smelled of cigarette smoke and carpet cleaner. Air conditioners rattled, and HBO blared from behind one of the room doors. They came to a stop, and he heard Wes slide his keycard into the lock. Heard the door open. Wes guided him a few steps into the room. “Wait here. Keep your eyes closed. No peeking.” He heard a lighter flick on.
“Okay… You can open them.”
Candles were the first things he saw. A dozen tea lights scattered on the laminate dresser. The flickering glow reminded him of Paris, of the Eiffel Tower, of their first kiss. He smiled and stepped forward, to where Wes was waiting—
