Page 1 of All Twisted Up
Prologue
NASH
“Christ, Nash, are you serious?” My best friend, Mickey, was staring at the flashing, pink, neon sign on the bar’s front door. “This place is a meat market.”
I smirked at my reluctant teammate as we walked across the club parking lot. Dragging him out to Dance Hall Boys hadn’t been easy…getting him to be my wingman never was. Mickey never wanted to just let his hair down and have fun. The guy was too buttoned up for his own good. In my opinion—which he hadn’t asked for—he’d be happier if he would just relax and find a hot lay. He was a good-looking gay guy. This wasexactlythe kind of place he needed.
“You need to lighten up, Milky.” I stopped him in the parking lot, grabbing both biceps so I could look into his eyes. “You’re so serious all the time. Just once…pick up a guy and don’t overthink everything. Just have a good time. Will you do that for me?”
He frowned, nodding. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. “I guess…” He paused before going on in a rush. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to like it.”
I looked at him sideways. “Having a good timeusuallyentails liking something, brother. And who doesn’t like getting laid?” I knew my tone was incredulous.
He stared at me for a few more seconds and then suddenly leaned closer, taking a deep inhale of my scent, realizing what he’d done too late as an expression of horror crossed his face. “Sorry…ah…sorry.” He glanced away.
I smiled, knowing I couldn’t let him get away with it. “Did you just sniff me, Milky?” What kind of a buddy would I be if I let him get away with that without commenting on it?
He straightened, looking incredibly awkward.
“No! I mean…no, I just…you smell…I don’t know…different or something, like you…like you showered.”
I laughed. “Did I mention I’m getting laid tonight?” He nodded. “Okay then. And just so you know, yeah I showered…toweled off and everything. I actually do that now and then. I’m not a caveman.” I ran my hands up and down my body, smiling at him. “What you smell is the natural eau-de-Nash.”
“Glad to hear you didn’t drip dry,” he grumbled.
I grinned. “No, man, and guess what? I dried my balls and butthole too.”
“Probably with the same towel as your face,” he said, so quietly I barely caught it.
I laughed. “Yeah, but no worries…the towel will forgetallabout it by tomorrow,” I drawled, not waiting for a reply as I slapped him on the back and walked away. “Come on, Milky. I need to get laid.”
“And stop calling me that,” he called at my back. “Using my nickname is just weird when we’re not on a mission.”
I waved, knowing he was flipping me off behind my back. I glanced over when he jogged to catch up with me.
“Man, I really hate this place.”
I stopped again and turned to him. “We are on a mission. Getting laid. Besides, this place is fine…decent music, tons of alcohol, and lots of potential for getting laid. So, think of it as a mission if it helps you feel any better, brother.”
He cocked his head to the side as if letting that sink in. “Okay…what’s our objective then?”
I rolled my eyes and tapped the side of his head. “Earth to Mickey. We’re getting laid tonight.”
He snorted and ducked away from me. “Do you ever date, or just pick up guys to fuck?”
I grimaced, knowing he could read the terror on my face. “Date? Why date when you can roll around in bed and wallow in shame the next morning?”
“You suck.”
I smirked. “If they’re lucky.” I slapped him on the back again. “Lighten up, Mickey. Try and have some fun. Will you do that?”
“You can’t make me have fun,” he groused.
I ignored him and started walking again. We stepped up to the door, showing our IDs to the burly bouncer guarding the entrance. He looked me up and down and smiled when I winked at him.
“The place is full of hot guys tonight, Nash, but really, I got everything you need right here.” He grabbed his package, shaking it. I laughed, more excited by the thump of the techno beat inside than the bouncer standing between me and a club full of hot, sweaty men. He smiled at me, sliding a big hand around the side of my neck, and rubbing a fat thumb slowly up and down over my pulse point. “Come on, take me up on my offer, Nash. I’ll show you a good time.”
I was absolutely sure hewouldn’tbe able to do that since guys as big as Cody weren’t my thing at all. I leaned back as his hand dropped and flashed him another grin, reaching out and flattening my palm against his chest.
