Page 2 of All Twisted Up
“You’re such a tease, Cody.” I winked again as he stepped aside to let us pass. At that very moment a young guy almost ran into us as he came stumbling out of the club. I grabbed Mickey’s sleeve to pull him out of the guy’s path and the second I did, the man lurched past us, bent over at the waist, and hose barfed…literally,hosebarfed. I was pretty sure the river of liquor that came out could have filled a kiddie pool and the sheer velocity of it rivaled any bullet I’d ever shot.
“Now, that’s—” I said pointing, “impressive.” Mickey looked a little green around the gills, eyes wide, a hand clapped over his mouth.
“Motherfucker!” Cody shouted, looking down at his boots which had gotten the worst of it.
I had to agree. The man’s Doc Martens would never recover.
“Come out to the coast,” Mickey said, dryly. “We’ll get together…have a few laughs.”
I cackled. “Come on, John McClane, let’s go get laid.” I pulled him into the bar, leaving Cody swearing and screaming at one of the other bouncers to grab him a “fucking towel.”
Dance Hall Boys was one of my favorite gay bars, situated in the heart of West Hollywood on Sunset Boulevard, within walking distance to my apartment. Mickey did get one thing right about the place, the men who patronized it were always on the prowl…just the way I liked them. I had two things on my mind as we pushed our way through the crowd to the bar…getting a drink and getting laid.
Brad, the cute bartender, grinned and gave me a head tilt as soon as he recognized me. He passed a fancy cocktail to the customer in front of him, smiled, and then walked over, wiping his hands on a bar towel.
“Hey, Nash. How’s it going?” He practically had to shout over the music.
“Hey, Brad,” I said, grinning at the musclebound guy in the tight, black tank top. Up this close, I noticed the gap between his two front teeth which I found more alluring than the bulging muscles in his biceps and forearms. They did little for me since I preferred smaller, lither bodies in the guys I fucked. Still, the way his lush eyelashes curled beneath thick brows were nice to look at. Dance Hall Boys really did employ some pretty men.
“What’ll you two have?”
I flashed a grin at Mickey who stood awkwardly beside me. Slinging an arm around him, I looked him in the eye. “What do you want, brother?”
“Just a beer,” he replied, waving a hand at Brad. “Just give me whatever you have on tap.”
Brad smiled. “We havefiveon tap. Coors, Bud, Bud Light—”
“Miller Light?”
Brad nodded. “Sure. Coming right up.” He glanced at me.
“Stella Artois.”
“You got it.”
“MillerLight? You on a diet?” I asked Mickey. I was pretty sure he blushed, but I didn’t have much time to think about it as a pair of arms slid around me from behind. I turned to find a familiar man standing close, arms around my waist. He leaned his head back, craning his neck as he stared up at me. I was pretty sure I’d fucked him, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember his name.
“Hey there…ah—”
He stuck out his bottom lip as he pressed his small body tighter against me. “Don’t tell me you don’t remember my name, Nash. I remember you.”
I slid my hand around the side of his neck. “It’s not that, baby.”
“It’s Jared,” he replied, batting his eyelashes dreamily.
That’s right…Jared. “Of course, I remember you, Jared.”
He smiled, showing off a set of adorable dimples.
“Here you go.”
I turned around as Brad set down two drinks on napkins with Jared still crowding me from behind. I smiled at the bartender, picking up the sweating bottle as Mickey grabbed his glass and paid Brad.
“Thanks,” I said. “I’ve got the next round.”
He buried his reply in his glass as he took a drink.
I took a deliberate step back to dislodge Jared the limpet. When I turned around, he was giving me full on doe eyes. “Naaash,” he singsonged. I dodged his hold as he reached for me again.
