Page 17 of Still Bruised
“That’s fine. I wasn’t implying we had to stick together once inside,” the guy said as he scanned Jude from head to toe again, pausing below the belt on the way back up. “Although, once you’ve fucked him, you’re welcome to come find me.”
The bell dinged, and the elevator doors opened. The stranger walked out, smiling at him. “Coming?”
It was now or never.
Jude stepped out and trailed behind the stranger. There was no doubt which apartment it was. Music and muffled voices could be heard outside the door before they reached it. Once standing in front of the door, he could even hear hints of moans and groans.
Another cheap-ass apartment building with paper-thin walls.
The stranger knocked on the door. Jude took a deep, cleansing breath and stood up a bit straighter. The door swung open, the sounds pouring out into the hall without anything to hold it back. There was a lot of groaning and grunting. Someone other than the host stood eyeing them, wearing nothing but a chest harness and his birthday suit.
Jude glanced past the guy, noticing bare asses and hard dicks already on display.
“Password?” the guy asked, moving to block Jude’s view.
“Ahhh… Scott invited me? He didn’t say anything about a password,” Jude said.
“Can’t let you in without the password,” the man guarding the door said.
The stranger he’d walked in with eyed Jude with a frown.
“Just fucking with you,” the guy at the door said before smiling broadly. “Come on in.”
Jude trailed in behind the guy from the elevator.
“Have fun,” he said to Jude over his shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.
“You, too.”
Jude scanned the apartment, checking out the action.
“Hey,handsome,” the guy who’d opened the door said as he sidled up alongside. “I’m afraid we have too many tops here. Be willing to share a bottom or you’re going to have to wait your turn.”
“I’m not a top,” Jude said.
“Really?” The guy eyed him, one brow rising. “My spidey-senses are almost never wrong. You give off top energy.”
“Dom bottom,” Jude said, lifting his chin in challenge. The term power bottom was misunderstood by most straight folks and some in the queer community itself. Many assumed it simply meant a bottom could take a pounding from a huge cock. While power bottoms oftencouldtake a pounding, the keyword was power.
Control.
Jude led from the bottom role, guiding tops into doing whathewanted. To ensure there was no mistake who was in the driver’s seat, he used Dom bottom instead. That sometimes led toothermisunderstandings—he wasn’t actively into BDSM scene—but none regarding who was in charge. And that was the important point.
“Interesting,”the man murmured, smiling wider. “Welcome.”
Jude slipped off his backpack. He quickly peeled off his t-shirt, briefs, and shorts before tossing them inside before returning the small pack over his shoulders. He left only his socks and shoes on. “Any idea where Scott is?”
“Floating around somewhere,” the guy replied as his gaze drifted from Jude’s feet to his face. He grinned. “Nice cock.”
Jude eyed the man’s smallish cock and threw out, “Yours, too,” just to be nice.
He was a bit of snob when it came to cocks, preferring big boys. Not that he hadn’t had an average cock rock his world before. Scott wasn’t all that big, but he’d taken care of Jude’s need.
Although, that might’ve been the other guy they’d been with who’d been responsible for that. In the chaos of the moment, he wasn’t exactly sure which man had done the heavy lifting—so he was there to find out if it had been Scott.
The guy at the door closed the gap between them, trailing a fingertip down Jude’s hardening shaft. “Last I saw him he was in one of the bedrooms.” He grinned. “You could forget him and stay here with me instead.”
“Scott made me promise I’d find him as soon as I got here,” Jude said.
