11-23-2016, 03:45 AM
Bryce was quite the acrobat. That was going to be fun. Link had partied as a teenager, up until he'd been arrested. He'd used a fake ID to get him into plenty of clubs, and he'd tasted his fair share of men and women. He'd never taken a liking to the women, and he'd only ever had smaller, delicate men. Twinks. But Bryce was all man. Link could let himself go with another man. He wouldn't have to hold back.
When Bryce groped his ass, Link laughed deep in his throat. Did Bryce think he would be doing the dominating tonight?
Once safely tucked into the dancing, oblivious crowd, Link pressed closer, his hands moving over Bryce's waist, the sides of his chest, feeling the hard planes of his body through his shirt.
"Is that all you've been wanting to do?" he taunted. He inserted his thigh slightly between Bryce's legs, pressing firmly against him. His own body moved in tandem with Bryce's, keeping expert time, strong and skilled in his own right. His hands slid to the small of Bryce's back, testing to see if Bryce would let him get that close to his ass. He pressed their bodies tighter, letting Bryce feel every hot, hard line of himself. "What else has that artistic brain been cooking up?" They were so close, his warm breath moved across Bryce's stubbled cheek.
At last, Fife released Samuel's hand so he could fling open the closet, trying to distract himself from his last question. It was mostly curiosity, really, but he couldn't deny that there was something of a thrill, knowing Samuel would be sleeping only a few doors away.
"Okay, you stay here, and I'll pick something out." He dashed into the closet and shut the door.
He must have been limber indeed to manage to change inside the closet in record time. In only a few minutes, he burst out in a new outfit, grinning at Samuel. He'd gone with a pair of skinny designer jeans that hugged every last curve of him, from his ankles, up his legs, encasing his ass and waist. Then he went with a tight V-neck T-shirt and a high-neck biker jacket. Apparently, he favored tight clothes after a lifetime of scrubs.
"What do you think? I can't breathe, but it feels amazing." He slid his hands up his thighs, across his pelvis, over his ass, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. "Is it too small?"
When Bryce groped his ass, Link laughed deep in his throat. Did Bryce think he would be doing the dominating tonight?
Once safely tucked into the dancing, oblivious crowd, Link pressed closer, his hands moving over Bryce's waist, the sides of his chest, feeling the hard planes of his body through his shirt.
"Is that all you've been wanting to do?" he taunted. He inserted his thigh slightly between Bryce's legs, pressing firmly against him. His own body moved in tandem with Bryce's, keeping expert time, strong and skilled in his own right. His hands slid to the small of Bryce's back, testing to see if Bryce would let him get that close to his ass. He pressed their bodies tighter, letting Bryce feel every hot, hard line of himself. "What else has that artistic brain been cooking up?" They were so close, his warm breath moved across Bryce's stubbled cheek.
At last, Fife released Samuel's hand so he could fling open the closet, trying to distract himself from his last question. It was mostly curiosity, really, but he couldn't deny that there was something of a thrill, knowing Samuel would be sleeping only a few doors away.
"Okay, you stay here, and I'll pick something out." He dashed into the closet and shut the door.
He must have been limber indeed to manage to change inside the closet in record time. In only a few minutes, he burst out in a new outfit, grinning at Samuel. He'd gone with a pair of skinny designer jeans that hugged every last curve of him, from his ankles, up his legs, encasing his ass and waist. Then he went with a tight V-neck T-shirt and a high-neck biker jacket. Apparently, he favored tight clothes after a lifetime of scrubs.
"What do you think? I can't breathe, but it feels amazing." He slid his hands up his thighs, across his pelvis, over his ass, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles. "Is it too small?"