Chapter 11

The bass beats are thumping, hitting me square in the chest when we walk in. As usual, Clay looks fucking hot, wearing a pair of skintight jeans that show off his ample ass and thick thighs, a tight white t-shirt that showcases his rippling abs and toned pecs and has his hair gelled back so I can see entire gorgeous face.

I'm the luckiest man in the club tonight with him on my arm.

We beeline to the bar, ordering drinks and people watching. There are some hot guys here, most sans shirts as they grind to the beats pumping through the speakers. I want to have Clay out there like that, but this is his first time in a queer club, so I want him to get comfortable with the environment first.

He takes everything in, looking around with curious eyes. "It's nice in here," he shouts in my ear to be heard over the music. "Have you been here before?"

I nod. "A few times with Bailey. Want to dance?"

His smile is slow as he presses closer to me. "Yeah." Clay downs his drink, sets his glass on the bar and holds his hand out.

Mirroring him, I toss my drink back and put the glass on the bar as well. Taking his hand, I lead him to the dance floor. Immediately, Clay turns around in my arms, grinding his sexy ass against me. My hands planted on his hips, I move along with him to the beat, enjoying the closeness. I bend and kiss his neck, the saltiness of his skin making my tongue tingle.

A man walks over to us, a bit taller than me, but thinner. He dances in front of Clay, sliding a hand up his side. He makes eye contact with me, asking permission and I nod. Then he looks down at Clay, asking him as well. Clay looks back at me and I nod again.

"Hi," the man yells for both of us to hear him. "I'm Jensen."

"Clay and Yuri," I shout as I indicate who we are with a point of my finger.

That's all we exchange as far as conversation. We dance together, moving Clay between us fluidly. He seems to be enjoying himself and I love that. I love that he can let loose, even though he's still very new at this.

Clay turns around to give his ass to Jensen to feel up on, threading his fingers around my neck. I grin at him and he returns it, eyes sparkling as he moves his body against me and Jensen.

Jensen is respectful of Clay, not letting his hands drop lower than his waist and not doing anything lecherous like kissing him or licking his skin. He's a good dance partner.

When the song changes, Clay turns back around, pressing his front to Jensen as he grinds back against me. I love how he feels, but I want to see him having a good time by himself.

Kissing his neck, I step away from him slowly, bumping those behind me as I move to the bar. Clay looks at me over his shoulder as if he's going to follow me, but I shake my head, indicating he can stay and enjoy himself. He looks torn, but I give him a smile to set him at ease.

Taking my word for it, Clay turns back to Jensen, throwing an arm over his shoulder and goes back to dancing. I move to the bar and order another drink, keeping an eye on Clay. I can see the appeal of watching. He's fucking hot, moving against Jensen, laughing as they dance and writhe against him.

There's no heat between them, but I can tell they're having fun.

Seeing Clay dancing with someone else doesn't set off any jealous or possessive vibes, but it shows me just how fucking lucky I am to have him. He's so fucking amazing. I don't know a lot of men that will jump headfirst into a queer relationship and not worry about what it means. Clay's doing what feels good.

He spins around, pressing his ass against Jensen and my own cock thickens behind my zipper. I understand exactly why he loves to watch. The appeal is knowing that even though someone else wants him, he's all mine. I know when we leave here, I get to have the prize other people have been staring at and flirting with. He's mine.

I'm not sure I can be like him and watch someone fuck his ass, but I can watch him do this. Watching him let loose and enjoy himself with someone else is the stuff of fantasies.

Clay and Jensen dance for a few songs and my cock stays hard the entire time. It probably won't go down until I've had my fill of him. I'm too worked up to wait to stretch Clay out and get him ready for my fat cock, but I can get him off as soon as I get him alone. And boy, do I want to get him alone.

When the last song is over, Clay pats Jensen on the shoulder and they separate, Jensen moving on to dance with a twink that's been staring at him for the past few songs.

Clay smiles when he gets within a few feet of me and I pull him close, smashing my lips against his. Clay releases what I think is a startled squeak into my mouth, then he melts into me, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist and kissing me hard. We're pressed up against the bar, Clay's hands roaming over my body. I couldn't get a fuck less about the bar top digging into my back or the way people are close to us trying to order drinks. As long as Clay's mouth is on me, nothing else matters.

I'm not sure how long we kiss before Clay pulls away, grinning at me. "Home?"

I nod, unable to say more than one word: "Home."

Taking his hand, I lead him out, hurrying to my car so we can get home quickly.

As soon as we get inside my apartment, I have Clay's back against the door, kissing him deep. He moans, his hands gliding into my pants, squeezing my bare ass. I press into him, our hard cocks slotting together. Moving back and forth, I give us both the friction we're dying for. Clay moans into my mouth and I swallow it, wanting more.

But I have bigger plans for Clay.

Reluctantly, I draw my mouth from his. "Take your clothes off and meet me in the shower."

I step back slowly, keeping my eyes on him as he strips his shirt off. Then his pants follow before they get caught on his shoes. I chuckle as he fumbles with them. His face turns red with embarrassment, but he still gives me a sexy grin.

"Hurry, baby," I mutter, then turn around to head to the shower, taking my own clothes off along the way.

Once I'm stripped down, I step under the shower spray, making sure it's warm enough for Clay. He appears seconds later, stepping into me and kissing my neck. I tip my head back as I roam my hands over his naked body. Unlike mine, his ass is smooth and hairless. Not that I hate my ass. My hairy booty seems to be a fan favorite—Clay told me as much. He sure likes it.

But tonight, it's about his ass.

Soaping my hands, I glide my hands between his ass cheeks, cleaning him up as well as teasing his hole. Clay grunts, pushing back against my hand. With one hand, I spread him apart, with the other, I wash him good, feeling his pucker twitch at the contact.

After I rinse the suds away, I turn him around, thrusting his hands up against the wall. "Don't move. I want to have my way with this ass tonight."

Clay moans. "Please."

Dropping to my knees, I spread him open, staring at his tight entrance. He looks so fucking good here, so delicious, so edible.

Slowly, I stick out my tongue, taking a long swipe of him. We both groan. His puckered skin under my tongue feels amazing. The taste of him is addictive.

Gripping his cheeks hard, I spread him further and go to work.

Flattening my tongue, I lick from his balls to the top of his hole, repeating the process over and over. His flavor bursts on my tongue and I swallow him down, needing more.

Clay snakes his hands in my hair, holding me to his hole so I can dine on him. I wouldn't dream of moving. He spreads his legs more, giving me space to reach around and jerk his cock as I eat him out.

I close my mouth around his hole, sucking the puckered rim into my mouth. Clay moans over and over, sounding sweet and sexed out. I relish the sounds, jerking his cock hard as lick at him. Spearing my tongue, I press it into him, fucking him with it. Clay groans, body shuddering and I can't help my groan in return.

Clay's hole pulses around my tongue, sucking me in like it doesn't want to let me go. It won't get any objections from me. I keep sliding my tongue in and out of him, wanting to hit all the pleasure spots within him.

Reaching down with my free hand—Clay's ample ass cheeks closing around my face and caging me in—I cup my balls, tugging them gently as I jerk him. I want to be inside him so bad, but that can wait. Getting my fill of Clay can't.

When I'm close and Clay tells me he is, I pull my tongue from his ass and stand up, turning him around. He flops around as if he's unable to control his movements, but I wrap my arm around him to keep him upright.

With my other hand, I grab our dicks, holding them together. I spit between us since water doesn't make good lube and start to beat us off. We're so close to coming that I don't need much more than that. I jerk us off fast, my mouth close to Clay's. I'm not sure he wants to kiss me after?—

His mouth slams down hard on mine, his tongue snaking into me as he releases small, aborted moans. Less than thirty seconds later, we're both coming over my fist, quivering as we release hard.

Breathing heavily, I look down at Clay's blissed-out face. He grins up at me, looking like he can fall asleep now. "That was amazing. I'll have to do you so you can see."

Kissing his nose, I nod. "I'd love that."

I get Clay out of the shower, dried off and tucked into bed. I climb in behind him, nuzzling his neck. "I see what you mean when you say you like to watch. Seeing you with Jensen? Sexy as fuck."

He chuckles sleepily. "Told you. That's why you mauled me when we got home?"

"Yep." I kiss the back of his neck. "I had a great time tonight," I tell him, meaning it. Even though we didn't stay long, I enjoyed being out with Clay.

He sighs, looking back at me. "Me too. Let's do it again sometime. This time, I get to watch you."

"You do that often."

Clay barks a laugh. "I get to watch you fuck. I want to watch you dance. You move well."

"You do too, baby." Turning his face around to mine, I give him a slow, unhurried kiss that has my toes curling. Once I've had my fill, I release his lips. "Get some sleep. I'll hold you until morning."

Laughing again, Clay shakes his head. "Cling to me is more what you do." He exhales a soft breath and adds, "But I don't mind. I kind of love it."

I love you.I want to say it, but it seems sudden, too soon. So, I hold back.

I'm not sure how much longer I can, though.