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Joe

L oud music thumped through the speakers as we entered the club. The scene was something I was used to thanks to college. I thrived in this atmosphere. Being surrounded by people was my catnip.

Aiden? He looked so unsure, not that it helped that I’d thrown him one big curveball before we left to come here for the evening. Fuck. Hearing him on the other side of the door? All I’d wanted to do was rip it from its hinges and get at him. I’d never been this desperate for another person before, and maybe that was my sign I needed to slow the fuck down. But Aiden didn’t seem to want it slow. He’d plowed headfirst since we’d landed, and I was more than happy to accommodate.

I turned to face him; Aiden was hot as sin tonight. I’d vetoed what he’d originally grabbed to wear. He instead sported a pair of tight as fuck skinny jeans that showed the tone of his legs perfectly. They did a mighty fine job showcasing his ass as well. The tank he wore was also skin-tight, and one of mine. Everything he’d brought was too ‘ good boy ’ and I needed to naughty him up a bit .

“You want to grab a drink?” I asked, placing my hand on the small of his back. His face flushed at the contact, but he nodded as I led him to the bar. It was nice to take him places and not have to worry about his age like we did back home.

A bartender leaned across the counter, eyes shifting between the two of us and how close we were before he grinned. “Hola, gentlemen. What can I get for you this evening?”

He was cute, and if I hadn’t been here with Aiden, I might have tried to flirt, but as it was, I only had eyes for the person I was with. “Can we get two shots of Patron, please?” I asked, holding up two fingers.

The bartender nodded, pulling out two glasses and setting them on the bar top. Aiden sat in one chair, a bright smile lighting up his face that he was getting to experience this and not have to worry about not being twenty-one.

The clear liquid was flush with the top of the glasses and Aiden carefully lifted it before turning to me. We clinked them together, a tiny amount splashing over our fingers before we tossed them back.

Aiden grimaced as the alcohol burned. We’d given him plenty in the past, but he wasn’t quite the heavy drinker the rest of our group of friends were. We slammed the glasses onto the counter and he looked around the room, cheeks a little more rosy than when we came in .

“So what do you want to do?” he asked, gesturing to the crowd of writhing bodies.

Having Aiden pressed up against me, grinding, giving friction, sounded more than a little appealing. After his little adventure in the bathroom earlier, maybe that would torture him. Not that it wouldn’t be torture for me as well. It took everything in me not to bust down that door and have my way with him. But he had to be ready. He had to approach me and ask for what he wanted.

If this all blew up, I couldn’t have Nathan accusing me of pressuring his brother into anything.

“That all depends on you, sweetheart.”

The pink of his cheeks deepened. I noticed it every time I used the name. It wasn’t like me to call anyone by a nickname like that. Something about Aiden brought it out of me. He’d always been different. Special.

He turned back to the bar, drumming his fingers against the wood. “Can we have a few more drinks? I’d like to try a few different things now that I have the chance.”

I grinned and nodded.

“Fuck, yeah. We can do that.”

I ordered us each a tequila sunrise and Aiden watched as the bartender poured the fresh orange juice over the tequila before finishing it with a splash of grenadine. The glasses were garnished with slices of orange and a colorful straw before being slid back across the bar to us. I held up my drink and once again we toasted each other before taking a sip.

“Oh, God. That’s good,” Aiden hummed as he sucked down another gulp of his beverage.

It was nice to see him so carefree and out in the open. No longer confined to the privacy of someone’s apartment. I sipped at my drink while Aiden quickly continued to nurse his straw. He’d be feeling it sooner rather than later if he didn’t slow the fuck down, but I wasn’t about to stop him from having a good time. This trip was about him. About Aiden finding himself and learning how to really have fun without someone constantly looking over his shoulder.

I was only halfway done with my drink when Aiden slammed his empty glass on the counter. “What’s next?”

That blush from earlier was spreading, probably thanks to the addition of alcohol. Fuck, I was already toying with fire. Might as well see everything burn.

I motioned to the bartender. He leaned in close as I ordered a drink for Aiden. The bartender gave a conspiratorial nod and smile before turning to make the drink.

Aiden watched with interest and then sat up when he saw a shot glass of brown liquid topped with whipped cream placed before him. “What the hell is this?”

I laughed as he studied the drink.

“It’s called a blowjob. ”

His eyes widened as they turned in my direction. “A what now?”

“A blowjob. It’s usually Kahlua and Baileys, topped with whipped cream.” Aiden nodded, reaching for the glass before I stopped him. “That’s the other part. You’re supposed to drink it without using your hands.”

Those wide chocolate eyes were back on me as that blush spread even further. Did it go all the way down his chest? I wanted to strip him bare and see it. Fuck, this was backfiring.

Aiden placed his hands behind his back, a strange look of determination settling over his features as he leaned over the shot glass. His mouth opened wide and as he lowered closer to the drink, my dick gave a kick in my pants. Fuck, I’d give anything to see him go at me like that, but instead, I was watching him have a drink. Maybe that was something to discuss with him later. Maybe he’d be into it?

When his lips wrapped around the glass, they flexed for a moment, like he was struggling to figure out how to drink it. Then they sealed around the rim and he tossed his head back. The liquid rushed into his mouth, and I stared, transfixed, as his throat worked to swallow it all down.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

If my dick wasn’t hard before, it was now. I had to adjust it, shoving it to the side so that it was more comfortable in my jeans. I wasn’t trying to hide it, but it was hot as hell the way Aiden watched me do it once the glass was back on the counter. He surely had to be feeling the buzz by now, and the way he stumbled when he stood from his stool was more than confirmation.

I grabbed his arm, and he gave me a goofy smile. “That’s how you do it, right? No hands?”

Fuck, he had more than done it right. But I needed to get him away from the bar, or this evening was going to be over before it even began. Instead of ordering another drink or even finishing my own, I gave in to temptation and led him out to the dance floor.

I didn’t recognize the song that was playing; it was probably some local hit, but the beat was heavy and people swayed to it. My arm wrapped around Aiden’s waist as we fell into the rhythm. His eyes were closed as he leaned against me. For someone who’d been against coming to the dance floor earlier, he sure wasn’t resisting me now. Then again, liquid courage and all that.

The feel of his body against mine did nothing to calm the arousal that was racing through my body after watching him take that shot. He had to feel my cock pressing against him. If he did, he didn’t care. Then again, after our early morning hump fest in the bed, he probably really didn’t care. He’d made his intentions more than clear.

Fuck. Could I really do this? I liked Aiden, and I didn’t want to fuck things up. He broke down my reservations with each swivel of his hips against me. The way he ground on me had me craving him. I wanted to rip his clothes off right here on the dance floor, forget all the other people around .

“Joe?”

His voice took me off guard. “What is it, sweetheart?”

He chuckled, spinning in my grasp. I pressed his ass against my groin, and damn, if that wasn’t a new kind of torture. Funny how I thought this would be hard for him, and it was worse for me. My hands settled on his hips as he continued grinding, and my eyes slammed closed as the song changed to something slower. A little more sensual. His arms wound back and around my neck and fuuuuuuuuck . This was perfect. I wanted to melt into him.

I gave in to the temptation. My lips landed on Aiden’s neck, feeling the rumble of his groan as I sucked at the skin there. He was salty with a mixture of sweetness that was so unique to him. God, I could sit here and feast on him forever. My hands wandered his body, sliding up his chest. Fuck, he felt good. He fit perfectly in my hands. It was wrong and perfect and my dick throbbed against him to the beat of the music as we continued to dance. If you could even call it that.

We probably looked more like two freaks grinding against each other without a care in the world. I wanted our clothes gone. This was so damn messy. What was supposed to be a fun night had shifted, and it had all started with his shower.

Why was I so tempted by him? Aiden was my vice. He was the exact thing I shouldn’t have and yet I craved again and again despite never having him. Maybe it was the idea that he was off limits ?

Would that all change the second I had him? Fuck, I hoped not. He was perfect, and I didn’t want to ruin the trust that he’d built with me.

“Joe?”

God, there it was again. More of a whine this time, but it still flowed through the air like honey.

“You want to get out of here?”

“Please?”

Oh. Fuck.