Page 115 of Still Bruised
God leaned closer to him and yelled towards his ear. “Wanna dance?”
He didn’t, but Jude glanced back at Foster. He took the man’s hand and led him out onto dance floor so he could get a closer look. He stopped a couple of feet away from the pair. Jude could finally see the man Foster was dancing with was dressed as a priest, of all things.
Asexypriest, at that. He had on black bootie shorts, a black sleeveless mesh top that had a priest’s collar, and a crucifix. The black knee pads were an added bonus. For deep, deep prayer, obviously. He must think he had throat game if he came prepared.
When he spun around and faced his partner, god was smiling broadly, eyes wide. He chuckled, shaking his head. God and a priest? Was it heaven or hell trying to tell him something?
Jude placed his arms on the heavenly father’s shoulders and moved his hips, swaying to the beat—all while his gaze drifted to Foster, who looked like he wanted to get the hell out of there.
Should I offer him a little salvation?
Foster must’ve felt his stare. He turned his focus on Jude. Their eyes met as well as eyes could meet on a darkened dance floor six feet from one another. Foster’s chin rose as his gaze traveled down Jude’s body and back up. His hips swayed with a little more rhythm as he held Jude’s gaze.
The priest turned around and pressed his back against Foster’s chest. He shook his ass, rubbing it against Foster’s cock with welcome. Never once did Foster’s gaze waver from Jude’s.
Does he know it’s me?
There’s no way he’d be able to guess.
The helmet’s mask section covered half of Jude’s face. Not only that, but it extended down either side like two massive metal sideburns that shielded the sides of his cheeks and much of his jaw. All Foster could really see were his lips, the glint of his eyes, and the tip of his nose. Given the dim interior, that would make it difficult to see those with any real clarity.
He was a stranger who’d caught Foster’s attention.
And maybe he’d stay that way for a little while.
Jude led god closer to Foster and the priest. Foster’s gaze never left him. His hips moved faster, his hands sliding to his partner’sshoulders. The priest was dry humping Foster by the end of the song, oblivious to Jude’s presence. Another song started, and Jude leaned closer to his partner’s ear, dropping his arms.
“Thanks for the dance. Have fun tonight.”
God looked a bit disappointed, but he shrugged and moved on.
Foster’s partner spun to face him.
Jude moved behind the priest, eyeing Foster over the guy’s shoulder.
“Fuck yeah!”the priest yelled, spinning to find Jude standing behind him.
He danced closer and wrapped his arms around Jude’s neck for a few seconds before turning to Foster to do the same. The three of them danced, with the priest in the middle. He occasionally turned to face each of them as the song progressed. He probably had visions of a threesome playing in his head.
That wasn’t happening.
Jude ignored the ass rubbing against his cock and the hands clutching at him. He only had eyes for Foster. When the priest decided to do a spin, leaving an open space between them, Foster snagged his wrist and yanked Jude close.
Foster’s hands clasped his waist, resting on his hips. He rubbed his body against Jude’s, hands sliding down to capture both asscheeks. Jude pressed his pelvis forward, rubbing his hardening cock against Foster’s upper thigh. There was no cup in the way this time, either. He could feel the pulsing throb of Foster’s shaft against his abdomen.
The priest attempted to push in between them again, glaring at Jude.
Foster stopped him with a hand to the shoulder. With a shake of the head, Foster made it clear he was no longer welcome. The priest scowled and spun, storming off the dance floor.
Jude felt a little bad for him.
Just a little.
The guy shouldn’t have been touching what wasn’t his.
He and Foster continued their dance, finally free to be alone. Foster’s hands tightened on his ass, tugging him even closer as they rubbed against one another in time to the beat. Jude opened his mouth, his breath coming faster. Lust warmed his face. Foster leaned closer, like he was going to kiss him, but stopped inches away.
Need tore through Jude. He wanted that kiss.
