Page 5 of Broken Halos
“What about you?” someone asked from the audience. “Jacking off in the shadows?”
“Maybe,” I said coyly, earning delighted cheers from the crowd. I blew Ollie a kiss and exited the stage.
The loud techno beat of Christina Aguilera’s “Keeps Gettin’ Better” began, and Mistress Gracie Lou Fullbush took the stage wearing a black leather bustier, the tiniest leather boy shorts I’d ever seen, and matching leather, lace-up boots that came up to her fishnet-covered thighs.
“Spank him! Spank him!” the crowd chanted.
Milo approached where I stood in the shadows. “What the hell are you doing?” he hissed. I turned to look at him and noticed he was only half dressed as Peach. “Ollie is a very good friend, Andy’s sponsor, and a pastor. Why the hell did you allow him to get tied up and—” His voice was drowned out by the audience cheering when Gracie Lou mimed fucking Ollie’s pert ass. Unwanted jealousy rose swift and hard, making me want to march out there and free Ollie for… What did I want to do with him? To him? For him?
Whack!Gracie Lou didn’t hit him hard, but it sounded like she’d smacked him a good one. Ollie flinched a little before a wicked smile danced on his lips. I needed to turn and address Milo, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off Ollie, and neither could he look away from me.
“I don’t even know why I’m bothering,” Milo groused beside me. “Don’t play games with him, Archie. You’re a better person than this.”
Usually, I would’ve agreed with him, but right then, all I wanted was to know Ollie’s taste—his lips, his skin, and his cum.
“I know you don’t get out much with all the responsibilities you have, but Ollie isn’t the kind of guy you scratch an itch with. Find someone else to fuck and forget, Archie.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said, dismissing him. He offered sound advice, but I could fuck a hundred brown-eyed guys, and I’d still want Oliver Knight. Milo stomped off in a huff because he knew I was blowing him off.
My eyes stayed locked on Ollie’s during the entire performance. I felt every playful slap Gracie Lou landed as if I was the one leaning over the bench. I stood far enough in the shadows there was no way Ollie could see me, yet he knew I was there. He felt my presence as surely as I felt his. When the song ended, I was supposed to go out onto the stage and let everyone know there was a twenty-minute intermission between the first and second half of the show, but I stood as still as a statue as Gracie Lou freed Ollie while telling bawdy jokes about his arousal and whimpering sounds of need.
I was seconds away from coming in my pants. Maybe Gracie Lou picked up on the vibes between us before she walked onto the stage because she took pity on me and made the intermission announcement while Ollie made a beeline straight for me.
“Loverboy, your seat is that way,” Gracie Lou said. “He must need a bathroom break to”—she mimed jacking off with her right hand—“before he returns to his friends. Wait for me, honey,” she called playfully but exited from the opposite side of the stage as the crowd roared with laughter.
The DJ started playing music to entertain the crowd during intermission. “Dirrty” started playing just as Ollie stopped in front of me. I didn’t act coy and ask what he wanted, I took him by the hand and led him to the prop closet down the hallway.
“This means nothing,” I said when I pushed him up against the closed door. “I’m not sending you flowers tomorrow. I won’t be answering your texts. I won’t think about you another second after tonight.”
I didn’t give him a chance to answer me; I crushed my lips against his. I loved the fact we were nearly the same height. No one had to strain to reach anything. We fit together so fucking perfectly. Ollie parted his lips, maybe to welcome me or maybe to gasp in surprise, but either way, I took advantage to slip just the tip of my tongue inside his mouth to tease and tantalize. Ollie rounded his mouth and sucked my tongue deeper inside his mouth.
A needy whimper purred in my throat, and my hands fisted his crisp, white dress shirt on either side of his waist. Ollie didn’t choose to place his hands in a chaste place as I had, he placed them at the gap between the bottom of my lacy shirt and the top of my skinny jeans, circling the bare skin with his fingers before slipping a hand under my jeans to tease the crack of my ass through my underwear.
Ollie ripped his mouth off mine and stared at me with dazed eyes and a gaping mouth. “You’re wearing lace underwear too?”
“Matches my shirt,” I said in a “duh” tone of voice. “We only have twenty minutes.”
“I probably only need two,” Ollie huskily said before he leaned closer and licked a trail from my collarbone up to my chin, stopping only to suck my Adam’s apple into his mouth. “We could always wait and do this after the show when you’re not pressed for time. I’d really love to draw this,” he illustrated his intentions by circling my pucker with his finger, “out for as long as you’ll let me.”
“This is all I can give you, Ollie.” I claimed his lips again before he could protest.
Ollie didn’t appear to object to anything but the clothes between us because he moved his hand from the back of my jeans around to the front to attack my fly.
It was then when my conscience clubbed me over the head. Milo’s words echoed in my ears even louder than my thudding heart.
“Don’t play games with him, Archie.”
“You’re a better person than this.”
“Ollie isn’t the kind of guy you scratch an itch with.”
“Find someone else to fuck and forget, Archie.”
“Archie?” Ollie softly asked when I pulled back from our kiss suddenly. I took several steps back and turned so I wasn’t looking at him. I required distance between us to say what I needed to. I couldn’t do it while staring into eyes that showed me how badly he craved my touch. I couldn’t push him away while looking at the way his dick rose stiff and hard for me. I’d caught a quick glance of the outline of his erection pushing against his white underwear through the gap in his open jeans. Only Ollie could make those boring briefs look so damn sexy. Fuck me. I wanted to drop to my knees and rub my nose against it, learning his smell before I learned his taste.
“This won’t work,” I said firmly. “I can’t do this.”
“You’re right. You deserve to be treated better than this.” Ouch! He’d just turned the invisible knife I’d driven into my own heart. “This isn’t the place—”