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Simeon barely shuffled from foot to foot and looked like he might pass out anytime.

Rabi threw himself around with graceless verve, arms flailing in the air, and Timon

swayed and thrust sinuously.

Andreas‟s silk shirt felt like burlap scratching his sensitive skin due to the effect of

the drug he‟d taken. He was so anxious to feel his bare flesh sliding against Jabez‟s that

he practically tore his shirt off. Jabez removed his, and everyone in their proximity

looked his way. Much as he‟d sworn not to display Jabez like an object, Andreas

couldn‟t help the warm swell of pride that suffused him as they moved together and

began to dance.

He‟d half expected reserved Jabez to refuse to dance and instead loiter on the edge

of the floor with a drink the entire evening. But Jabez surprised him, moving with a

fluidity that made Timon‟s sexy dance look clumsy. Andreas had never considered

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himself much of a dancer. He didn‟t have the ability to give into the music and let go of

himself, but tonight he was soaring on a rush of endorphins. He turned his back to

Jabez and pressed tight against his hot body, forgetting everyone around them as he

matched his movements to his partner‟s. They swayed and ground together, bodies

thrusting in a simulation of sex that threatened to become the real thing.

Andreas felt Jabez‟s erection pressing against his ass. Big hands skimmed up and

down his chest, his stomach, and his cock molded by tight pants. Jabez grabbed his hips

and thrust against him until he felt faint with want.

Turning his head, Andreas reached for Jabez‟s face and guided it toward his

mouth. “Let‟s go in back,” he shouted near his ear.

Jabez didn‟t reply but bumped and nudged Andreas through the throng toward

the back of the room.

“Going so soon? You kids in love,” Rabi yelled as they inched past him. He

grabbed hold of his partner, a man wearing gold body paint that made him shimmer

from head to toe, and spun him around.

Andreas had rarely used the so-called private rooms at the back of a club. He‟d

always preferred to take any lovers home with him and felt it was sordid to fuck in

public. But tonight, it seemed incredibly hot…and incredibly necessary. If he didn‟t get

Jabez‟s hand, mouth, or asshole on his cock in the next few minutes, he might detonate.

The playroom was a big space divided into cubicles by cloth hangings. Walls,

ceiling, dividers, everything was black, giving the sensation of stepping into a quiet

cave after the flashing colors of the club. The bass beat throbbed through the walls, but

the rest of the club noise was muffled. The only other sounds to be heard were sexual

ones: gasping, grunting, groaning, cries, curses, even sobs and the slap of naked flesh.

Despite being billed as a “private” area, there was very little privacy to be had.

Some didn‟t even bother to close the curtain on their cubicle, and put on an exhibition

for anyone who walked past. The club wasn‟t named Seamy for nothing.

The atmosphere of sex and the ripe smell of it whipped Andreas‟s arousal to a

frenzy. He turned to face Jabez, hauled him up close, and kissed him as if he were the

only source of oxygen in the room.

Jabez growled deep in his throat and hugged him so tight his ribs hurt. They

stumbled into the nearest empty space, Andreas snatching and halfway closing the

curtain behind them. Then Jabez swung him around and pressed him up against the

one solid wall, kissing and kissing him with a powerful clash of lips, teeth, and tongue.

When he finally pulled away, he crouched to lick and nibble Andreas‟s nipples,

and then knelt before him and unfastened his pants. Jabez jerked down the too-tight

fabric and freed Andreas‟s throbbing cock. He sucked the head into his mouth, drawing

it so deliciously deep, Andreas almost cried out and came right then. With the drinks

and drugs and sex-charged atmosphere, he was already halfway there. It only took a

few pumps of Jabez‟s big fist and a few hard tugs of his mouth before Andreas teetered

on the brink.

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He groaned and let his head fall back against the wall. The divider between their

cubicle and the next was partially open and he could see another couple: a man with his

hands pressed against the wall and his ass outthrust, his partner standing behind him

and driving in deep. That image, coupled with Jabez‟s sucking and stroking, put him

over the edge. He cried out as he came, soaring on the beat of the music, unleashed and

flying high. His hips bucked as waves of pleasure rolled through him.

When he stilled and opened his eyes at last, Jabez gazed up at him with an

expression of such hunger that Andreas‟s stomach flipped lazily over and over. He

dropped to his knees and took the other man in his arms, kissing him deeply once

more. Then he pushed Jabez back to the floor under the weight of his body, tore his

mouth away from Jabez‟s lips, and kissed his throat, his chest, and abdomen to his

waist. He unfastened his trousers and pulled them down.

For a moment, he simply gazed at the beautiful, erect cock jutting from the nest of

brown hair. He touched the quivering shaft with his fingertips, feeling the satin skin

and the solid strength beneath. He scratched his fingernail up a thick purple vein and

traced the circumference of the head. Jabez made a strangled sound and angled his hips

up, seeking more from him.

Andreas was about to suck the delicious length into his mouth, when a movement

through the halfway-closed curtain of their cubicle caught his attention. It probably

wasn‟t the first person who‟d passed by, but Andreas had been too lost in bliss to notice

until now. The man paused and stared back at him. It was Timon holding hands with a

pretty boy who looked way too young to be in the club.

Timon smiled at Andreas and watched him lower his mouth onto Jabez‟s cock and

draw it between his lips. Andreas stared back at him as he sucked deeply, claiming

Jabez with his mouth. Timon winked and walked on, his hand already reaching down

the back of the boy‟s tight pants.

Andreas felt a little ashamed that instead of rising and closing the drape, he‟d

stared blatantly back at Timon. For a man who‟d sworn not to make an exhibition of his

boyfriend—
was Jabez his boyfriend?
—he was doing a poor job of it. But it was too late to

worry about that now. Jabez was groaning and thrusting, craving release.

Andreas massaged his cock with firm strokes, ducked his head down to swirl his

tongue around his soft ball sac. He sucked the delicious firmness of Jabez‟s cock into his

mouth once more, relishing the taste of salt and musk. Deep inside, he felt the desire to

do this in front of everyone in the club, to show everyone in the world that Jabez was

his.

His hand skimmed up and down in a blur as he created the friction that would

bring Jabez to climax. Jabez lifted his hips off the floor, hands pushing against it on

either side of his body. His head rolled to the side, exposing the long line of his neck

and the rapturous expression on his face. His groan sounded as sweet as a symphony,

and he arched his back, offering all of himself to Andreas‟s hands and mouth.

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His climax swelled through his cock and burst. Andreas swallowed it while

pumping with his hand to milk every last bit. At last Jabez finished, his chest rising and

falling and breath gasping from his parted lips.

Andreas waited for him to gather his composure, then grasped his hand and

pulled him up. “I‟ve never done anything like this before,” he admitted. “I didn‟t mean

to tonight. Not here on the dirty floor.”

“Felt good.” Jabez glanced around. “And I‟ve fucked in dirtier places than this.”

His words made Andreas think about Jabez‟s past, which he only exposed little

bits of in offhand comments like that one. He hoped they‟d be together long enough for

him to piece the whole story together someday.

“We should go back. I‟ll tell them we have to go, and we‟ll get out of here.”

Jabez shrugged. “Whatever you want. It‟s your night out. Your friends.”

Andreas wasn‟t sure how he felt about that answer, but he led the way from the

back room into the overheated club. They worked their way through the throng to his

friends and the new partners they‟d collected around them. The little group was taking

a break from dancing to drink neon-colored cocktails. Timon and his boy hadn‟t yet

returned, so Andreas grabbed Simeon to tell him they were leaving.

Simeon gazed at him through bleary eyes. “Don‟t go. We like your new friend. We

want you to stay.”

Andreas hugged his shoulders. “Sorry. I‟m in training. We‟ll see you another

day.” He nodded at Jabez, and they started for the door.

“You‟re leaving?” Rabi brayed. “We‟ve got plans. Hold up until Timon gets back.

He‟ll tell you.”

More fun plans. Andreas shook his head. “Gotta go.”

“You‟re ruining everything! We need your friend for this.” Rabi looked like a red-

faced baby deprived of a favorite toy. “Here‟s Timon now.”

Timon came toward them, his green-tinted hair tousled and his arm slung around

the youth, whose pouting red-painted lips were now smeared into his Kabuki white

face.

“Hold up there, pardner. Where do you think you‟re going?” Timon hailed

Andreas.

“Tell him the plan,” Rabi urged, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Timon pointed. “Outside.”

Andreas felt like he was trying to walk through thick mud and couldn‟t shake it

from his shoes. He looked at Jabez, wanting to share a sympathetic grimace about his

annoying friends, but Jabez was focused on the door.

Outside the club a crowd waited to enter, but it seemed blessedly quiet compared

to the noise they‟d left behind. Music blared through the open door, and people

clamored to get in. Andreas thought the club definitely lived up to its name, and he

wanted nothing more than to go home, take a shower, and curl up in bed with Jabez.

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“Hear me out,” Timon began before Andreas could speak. “This will be a real

adventure. We want Jabez to be our guide in Brick Town, to show us what real „seamy‟

is.”

“We‟ll make slumming in B-town the new must-do.” Rabi‟s face glittered gold

around the mouth from kissing his spray-painted friend.

The gold one clapped his hands together. “We‟ll be trendsetters!”

“Darling, we‟re always trendsetters,” Rabi assured him.

“No and no.” Andreas pointed at each of them. “It‟s been fun, but we‟re going

home now.”

“You speak for both of you?” Timon sidled up beside Jabez and put an arm

around his waist again. “I thought you said this boy wasn‟t your puppet. Can‟t he make

up his own mind?”

“No,” Jabez said brusquely. “It‟s a bad idea, especially this late at night.”

“It‟s not an adventure if there‟s no risk, and I‟m sure a big, strapping man like you

could protect us.”

Andreas was getting more annoyed by the second. He hated the way Timon

stroked Jabez‟s arm and felt his biceps. “Enough,” he snapped. “We‟re going home.”

Timon pushed out his lower lip in a pout. “Then the least you could do is invite us

to party there. We‟ve all shared lovers in the past, and some of the rest of us would like

a crack at your new fuck toy. He‟s too yummy to keep all to yourself.”

Red-hot rage surged through Andreas. He felt as if he were outside himself

watching as he raised a fist and slammed it into Timon‟s laughing face with a perfect

punch just like Jabez had taught him.

Timon‟s head snapped to the side as Andreas hit him. Blood sprayed from his

cheekbone where Andreas‟s ring cut it, spattering his companion with the Kabuki

makeup. The boy screamed. So did Rabi. Timon fell backward, hitting the sidewalk

with a soft
thunk
. He cried out and covered his eye with his hand. Blood continued to

flow from beneath it.

Andreas‟s fist stung from the blow, but he was getting used to pain and shook it

out. He searched for something to stanch the blood while the others clamored in shock

and amazement at what he‟d done. Simeon began laughing uncontrollably, then

suddenly bolted away and began to puke at the corner of the building.

Jabez handed Andreas his shirt, which he‟d tucked in his back pocket.

Andreas crouched and started to help Timon sit up, but his friend snatched the

shirt and pushed his hands away. He pressed the cloth to his face.

“Are you crazy?” His yell was muffled by Jabez‟s shirt.

“I‟m sorry,” Andreas lied. It had actually felt good plowing his fist into Timon‟s

face, payback for a lot of years of putting up with his pranks and bullshit. “I lost my