Page 42 of Jacked
“Not to ruin the moment, and believe me we are going to properly celebrate this double bi-awakening, but just real quick, that sad, cute twink is fair game now, right?” Fender asks while my head is still spinning and my lips are still tingling from the best fucking kiss of my life.
I tense at the reminder that some adorably petite dude was pawing at AJ a minute ago. I don’t even know the guy, he might be the nicest dude in the entire world, but I wanted to rip his goddamn hand off when he put it on AJ’s chest. Those aremymountainous man titties to paw at, motherfucker.
Holy shit, I’m allowed to paw at him. Is this for real? Just to test the theory, I loosen my grip on his shirt and slide my hands across the expanse of his massive pecs. His chest swells with an inhale and his eyelids droop with relaxed pleasure like a giant grizzly bear rolling over for a belly rub.
“Yeah, go for it.” AJ answers Fender without taking his eyes off me.
“Hell yeah.” I can hear the clatter of his chair as he jumps up.
“Two straight boys realizing they’re actually into dick is the birthday present I always wanted.” Butch sighs happily.
“Doesn’t it only work as a present if they want to fuck you?” Callan rumbles a laugh.
“Ideally, but I’m just happy there’s more queerness in the world.”
AJ and I just keep staring at each other, smiling like a couple of idiots. I can feel his hard cock against mine through our clothes, and holy shit I am here for it. I want to keep kissing him. I want to lick the inside of his mouth like he’s made of ice cream, and then I want to get him naked and lick a whole bunch of other places too. I can’t stop running my hands across the swell of his pecs either, enjoying the way his chest hair tickles my fingertips in the spots where it peeks out from underneath his tank.
“Alright, I’m ready to dance,” Butch declares. “Come on, lovebirds, you can keep smooching later.”
AJ digs his fingers into the back of my neck and a hot shiver runs down my spine.
“Later?” he asks in a low, gruff voice. Right, likeI’mthe one at risk of freaking out or changing my mind.
I press my stiff cock against his so he can feel just hownotfreaked out I am, and I nod.
“Later.”
Even with the promise that we’re going to pick this back up, I have to swallow a pathetic whimper when he lets go of me. I want him all over me. I want our bodies touching and his hot breath on my skin. I’m fucking desperate for him. It’s like my body wants to make up for all the time I could have been grinding up on hairy jocks. And I have alotof years to make up for.
I’m surprised that even Silas follows us out onto the dance floor. I don’t know why, but he didn’t strike me as the dancing type. He quickly finds another large, hairy dude and starts rubbing up against him to the beat of the music. Xeno and Dre sandwich Ezra between them and find a clearly well-practiced rhythm that’s mesmerizing and sexy as fuck.
AJ’s hand is wrapped around the back of my neck again to keep us from losing each other in the crowd. I reach up to run my fingers through my hair and it hits me that I never picked my hat back up.
“Oh, fuck, my hat.” I start to turn around to go back for it, but AJ tightens his grip on my neck again. My cock jerks and a moan builds in my throat. How did I not know that the back of my neck is some kind of erogenous zone? I’m learning a lot of new things about myself lately.
“I got it,” he assures me.
I look at him and see my hat perched on his head. He has it on frontways with the brim casting a shadow over his face that the club lights can’t touch. He reaches up with his free hand to take it off, but I grab his wrist to stop him.
“Don’t. It looks sexy on you.” The words on my lips are electric and thrilling. I just called AJ sexy. Out loud. To his face.
He flashes me a grin and my insides flutter wildly.
We find a spot on the crowded dance floor, and I spin around to face him fully. He wraps his arms around me to pull me in closer again. It’s fucking weird being pressed up against someone who’s the same height as I am. Weird in a good way though. I always liked the way women fit into my arms, smaller and more petite, long hair tickling my nose, the smell of flowers usually clinging to their soft skin. I guess I didn’t realize I could like the feeling of a big, hard body against mine just as much.
The brim of the hat nearly hits me in the face, so I pluck it off of his head and turn it around. AJ slides his thick thigh between my legs and we start to rock and grind to the music. I haven’t gotten off since that night in the tent a week ago, and I’ve definitely gone longer without nutting, but with AJ’s spicy, masculine scent filling my nose and my dick against his thigh, my balls are heavy and aching in no time at all.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my mouth to his ear.
“How long do you think we have to stay so Butch’s feelings aren’t hurt?”
He chuckles and takes my jaw in his hand, gently turning my head to the right. It takes me a second to see what he’s showing me, but then I spot it. Butch is dancing a few feet away, his tongue down the throat of the guy he’s with. Damn, he works fast.
“I don’t think he’ll notice if we leave.” AJ’s lips brush my ear and my cock spasms eagerly against his thigh.
He lets go of my jaw and I turn my head back towards him. Our eyes meet in the dim, dizzying lights of the club, the bass pounding so hard that I can barely separate it from my own wild heartbeat. The moment hangs between us. Are we really doing this? A kiss and dancing are one thing, but we both know what’s going to happen when we get home.
Naked.
