Page 28 of Bassist With Benefits
Alan turned to Derek, a flutter of panic tickling his gut. “What?”
“The fight. The way you two were avoiding each other.”
Alan’s eyes fell to his drink, embarrassed at everything that had happened.
“I get it,” Derek said with a reassuring tone in his voice. “You think me and Brandon never had an argument over some dude? It happens, but you work it out. Guys don’t come between friends. Not friends like us.”
“We didn’t have a fight over some dude,” Alan said, staring into his glass.
Derek’s face scrunched into a puzzled expression. “Well, then, what’d you fight over?”
Alan took a deep breath and held it. He glanced at Derek before his eyes settled on Jeremy. His emotions were all over the place when it came to his best friend, and his stomach clenched into a hard knot. A part of him wished he could turn back the clock and change that night when their relationship crossed a line. He had wished it with all his heart when it had first happened. But not anymore. Now, he couldn’t get the incident out of his mind. The memory of that night was starting to fade, and Alan found himself thinking about it more and more often in an attempt to retain the memory. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his thumb and forefinger against his lids. The image of Jeremy sucking his cock flashed behind his eyes – an image that the darkness in the room that night had robbed – yet he kept conjuring it up in his mind. Why? Why wouldn’t the image go away? Why did it give him goose bumps and a tingle in his chest? Why did he wonder what Jeremy tasted like? And why the fuck did he wish, so fucking bad, that they had shared a kiss?
“So, what’d you fight about?” Derek repeated.
Alan opened his mouth and then clapped it shut. “It’s not important. We’re cool now.”
“Yeah. That’s all that matters.”
Watching Jeremy’s antics with the drag queen pushed the insane thoughts from Alan’s head. After a few minutes, Jeremy must have felt Alan’s eyes on him, because he turned and met his stare from across the room. His smile warmed as they shared a gaze.
Alan smiled back and waved his friend over with his drink. He watched Jeremy say something to the bartender, give Cher one last boob squeeze, and cross the room.
“She had a squeaker in there,” Jeremy said as he sat down next to Alan. “It was like playing with one of Brandy’s chew toys.”
Alan chuckled. “I thought that maybe you were developing a fascination for rubber breasts. Or trannies.”
A shirtless waiter approached with a cart full of alcohol. He placed a bottle of Jack Daniels, a bottle of Kettle One, and a bottle of Silver Patrón on the round cocktail table in front of them. He added mixers, glasses, and a bucket of ice. “Would you like a bartender with the bottle service?” the waiter asked, brandishing a flirtatious smile.
“Nah,” Jeremy replied. “We got it.”
“If you need me, just shout.” The waiter turned, flashing bare butt cheeks through his assless leather pants as he walked into the crowd.
Derek nudged Alan. “You should get a pair of them for our next concert.”
“Yeah. It’d be like air conditioning on my balls.”
Jeremy laughed. “Are your balls on your ass?”
Alan bumped Jeremy with his shoulder and smiled. “Asshole.”
“Holy fucking shit.” Derek was staring across the room, his eyes wide with fascination. “Do you see this? Are you watching this?”
“What?” Alan bobbed his head, trying to follow Derek’s sightline. “I don’t see anything. What are you looking at?”
Derek raised his arm and pointed at Brandon and Cam still sitting together in the dimly lit corner booth.
“Yeah? What about ‘em?”
“Look under the table.” Derek still hadn’t averted his eyes from Brandon and Cam.
It took Alan a few seconds to see it through the darkened club, but Cam had his hand under the table, jerking Brandon’s exposed cock. “Oh my God!”
To Alan’s right, Jeremy laughed and spit his drink all over himself.
“I know,” Derek said. “I want to look away, but I can’t. And I’ve got half a chub.”
Alan knew exactly what Derek meant. It felt invasive watching Brandon and Cam, but it was also hot as hell. Thank God a drag queen approached them and diverted their attention, because the three of them were riveted.
