Preston leaned back on the leather barstool, surveying the shirtless men before him who gyrated their bodies and rocked themselves to the heavy metal music pulsating out the speakers. He swiped his tongue out to wet his bottom lip, his cock refusing to get a grip on itself.
"What would you like to have, Pres?"
Finally, amidst the crowd that'd beset the bar counter, Derek had managed to attract the attention of one of the barmen.
"Um...an orange drink won't be bad,"
Derek arched his brows in annoyance. "Come on, this is an R-rated fucking bar, Pres. There are no soft drinks sold here. You're having alcohol, no whining," He pulled some cash out of his pockets and handed it over to the barman. "Make it a triple vodka. We don't want to come back here again,"
Once they got their drinks, they got out of the thicket at the bar, but it was crowded everywhere. Despite the price of drinks climbing up every second and the high entry fee, there was a long queue at the door as the doorman admitted more people into the heaving room.
Preston's feet were already tapping along to the heavy bass beat as he began swaying his hips to the rhythm while sipping his drink. The vodka burned down his throat, warming up his insides as he closed his eyes to let the tears fall. He felt like throwing up but restrained himself when Derek grinned at him, teeth glistening under the rotating neon lights as he asked. "Wanna dance?"
"Uh..yeah?"
They downed their drinks in one go before Derek dragged him through the crowd to the centre of the dance floor. Derek peeled off his t-shirt, tucking it into his back pocket. Preston saw a few guys zero in on his friend but didn't blame them. Derek had a body made for sin. He was all taut muscle due to the hours he spent honing his body at the gym each day. He looked over his shoulders, an indication that Preston should imitate what he'd just done. He watched the latter take off his shirt self-consciously, tucking a finger in his belt loop so they didn't get separated.
They'd always danced together, previous nights like this. Friends since they were toddlers, they'd practised some booty shake and rocking in Derek's bedroom when his parents weren't home, their playlist playing so loudly that neighbours used to bang on the wall. They danced for hours copying their favourite stars. They'd grind against each other, laughing and bumping till they were both horny. Those evening always ended in blowjobs and make-out sessions.
Their bodies fitted seamlessly together. Hands-on their hips, they moved their bodies in an easy, dirty rhythm. Every reservation Preston normally had while dancing in public slipped away as he rocked Derek's dick like a pro. He noticed some guys watching them, some staring in blatant appreciation as he supported Derek's hands with his around his waist, pushing his arse back into the bulge in Derek's jeans.
"Yeah, baby," Derek nuzzled down his neck. "There's a guy over there checking you out,"
"Where?" Preston slowed his pace to scan the faces until he froze.
Rex Ford.
His eyes were fixed on Derek and Preston, watching them with a lustful, yet neutral expression. Preston's heart galloped faster behind his chest as he felt blood creep up his neck to his cheeks. Rex looked like he wanted to join them and for a second, Preston considered waving him over. But instead, he panicked, turning to face Derek and placing his arms around his neck.
"That's the guy I was telling you about, Rex, from the candy shop. Isn't he hot?"
Derek snorted. "If he's your type, cool," Derek preferred dark-haired guys with a little less bulk and green eyes.
Preston held onto him tightly. "You know I do. Is he still watching us?"
"Yup," Derek placed his hands on Preston's arse and pulled him even closer. Preston was riding his thighs now, grinding his rapidly filling cock against Derek's hip.
Gaining confidence, Preston turned again, subtly adjusting his boner as he met Rex's gaze. He smiled and waved.
Rex hesitated a bit then approached them.
"Hey," Preston shouted against the pounding music. Derek kept his hands on Preston's hips, staying close. "Never thought I'd meet you here. I wouldn't have guessed this would be your scene. Please tell me you're not exploring the LGBT waters,"
Rex laughed. A low, husky one that made Preston's pulse race. "No, I love dick just as you do," His warm breath against Preston's gaze made Preston shiver.
"This is my friend, Derek." Preston tilted his head back to include Derek in the conversation. "Derek, Rex."
"Hey man," Derek's voice was sensual, his body still moving against Preston's in a smooth rhythm.
Preston curled his arms around Rex's neck, pulling him closer and touching the skin he'd shaved earlier, feeling the stubble at the hairline against his fingertips. "Care to join us?"
Rex smiled ruefully, fuelling Preston's already throbbing dick. He smiled, shaking his head. "No. I'll leave you to it. Besides, you two make such a good picture, it'd be a shame to spoil it. I'll just go get a beer," He took a step back. "See you later, Pres. Have fun,"
Watching Rex's retreating back, Preston was downcast. Up until a minute ago, he believed he'd finally succeeded in having Rex. But now it seemed and only meant that he wasn't Rex's type.