you
or something,” Owen said. “You have to be hurting right now.”
Kelly shifted the crotch of his pants. “I’ll
take care of it back at the hotel.”
Owen tried to stop memories of Kelly
masturbating backstage in the communal shower from entering his
thoughts, but it was impossible. They used to compete with each
other to see who could get himself off the fastest, though they
hadn’t done it for several years. In a weird way, it had further
cemented their friendship when Kelly was first trying to get over
Sara. He still wasn’t over her and he kept receding deeper into
himself. It wasn’t healthy. Owen supposed masturbating with your
best friend in the shower was pretty fucked up as well, but at
least Kelly hadn’t been alone. He didn’t like Kelly to be alone.
Kelly had too much to give to be so bottled up inside.
Owen glanced at the girl who was sulking in
the booth. Kelly deserved better than her. He deserved the best.
Someone more like Caitlyn. Someone he was unlikely to meet in a
seedy sex club. The kind of woman Owen had been purposely avoiding
because he knew how easily he fell for them. Owen wasn’t sure if
he’d gotten lucky tonight or was setting himself up to get hurt
again. He’d been avoiding that at all costs for years now. Maybe he
was ready to put his heart on the line, but he’d be an idiot to not
see how far this thing with Caitlyn might progress. She didn’t seem
like the type who’d rip his heart out just because she could.
Kelly headed for the exit, and Owen fell into
step beside him.
“So you like this one, do ya?” Kelly
asked.
Owen shrugged. “I guess so.”
“Or are you just trying to get me to help you
pleasure her?”
Owen stopped midstep. Because, yeah, if Kelly
was up for it, Owen would love his assistance.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Kelly said. “You’re so
predictable.”
“No, that isn’t it. Or it wasn’t until you
mentioned it. Do you want to join us?”
“Not at all.”
Owen didn’t understand the feeling of
disappointment in his chest, so he slugged Kelly in the shoulder.
“Then don’t bring it up.”
“You’re the one who keeps bringing it up. I
think you’re more worried about my love life than your own,”
Kelly said.
“That’s because there’s more to worry about
when it comes to your love life. Or complete lack of one.”
Kelly chuckled. “You’re as blind as you are
predictable, Tags. Do you remember where you put your shoes?”
“In the locker room.”
“And your shirt?”
“Caitlyn’s borrowing it.”
Kelly nodded in the direction of the front
door. “I’ll wait for you in the limo.”
“What about your shirt?” Owen glanced
pointedly at Kelly’s bare chest.
“I didn’t bring a shirt.”
“You don’t own a shirt.”
“I own a shirt,” Kelly said. “ A shirt.
One.”
Owen grinned at him. “You’re an odd duck,
Cuff.”
“That’s why you get along with me so
well.”
A woman Owen didn’t recognize paused beside
them, more diamonds on display than a De Beers store.
“I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars if you let
me watch you two fuck,” she said.
When Owen and Kelly just gaped at her, she
looked from one to the other and said, “Cash.”
“We were just leaving,” Kelly said.
“We’re not a couple,” Owen sputtered. Did
they look like a couple? True they were standing rather close and
were both shirtless, but…
“Obviously you’re not a couple,” she said,
rolling her eyes. She had a thick European accent, but Owen
couldn’t identify its origin. French, maybe. “Why would I pay ten
thousand dollars to watch a gay couple fuck?” She laughed. “They’d
probably let me watch for free.”
“We don’t need your money, lady,” Kelly said
and pushed Owen to uproot his bare feet from the floor.
“Do straight guys actually fuck each other
for you?” Owen had to ask.
“Depends on how desperate they are for
money,” she said. She grinned slyly. “Or how much they’ve
or something,” Owen said. “You have to be hurting right now.”
Kelly shifted the crotch of his pants. “I’ll
take care of it back at the hotel.”
Owen tried to stop memories of Kelly
masturbating backstage in the communal shower from entering his
thoughts, but it was impossible. They used to compete with each
other to see who could get himself off the fastest, though they
hadn’t done it for several years. In a weird way, it had further
cemented their friendship when Kelly was first trying to get over
Sara. He still wasn’t over her and he kept receding deeper into
himself. It wasn’t healthy. Owen supposed masturbating with your
best friend in the shower was pretty fucked up as well, but at
least Kelly hadn’t been alone. He didn’t like Kelly to be alone.
Kelly had too much to give to be so bottled up inside.
Owen glanced at the girl who was sulking in
the booth. Kelly deserved better than her. He deserved the best.
Someone more like Caitlyn. Someone he was unlikely to meet in a
seedy sex club. The kind of woman Owen had been purposely avoiding
because he knew how easily he fell for them. Owen wasn’t sure if
he’d gotten lucky tonight or was setting himself up to get hurt
again. He’d been avoiding that at all costs for years now. Maybe he
was ready to put his heart on the line, but he’d be an idiot to not
see how far this thing with Caitlyn might progress. She didn’t seem
like the type who’d rip his heart out just because she could.
Kelly headed for the exit, and Owen fell into
step beside him.
“So you like this one, do ya?” Kelly
asked.
Owen shrugged. “I guess so.”
“Or are you just trying to get me to help you
pleasure her?”
Owen stopped midstep. Because, yeah, if Kelly
was up for it, Owen would love his assistance.
“That’s it, isn’t it?” Kelly said. “You’re so
predictable.”
“No, that isn’t it. Or it wasn’t until you
mentioned it. Do you want to join us?”
“Not at all.”
Owen didn’t understand the feeling of
disappointment in his chest, so he slugged Kelly in the shoulder.
“Then don’t bring it up.”
“You’re the one who keeps bringing it up. I
think you’re more worried about my love life than your own,”
Kelly said.
“That’s because there’s more to worry about
when it comes to your love life. Or complete lack of one.”
Kelly chuckled. “You’re as blind as you are
predictable, Tags. Do you remember where you put your shoes?”
“In the locker room.”
“And your shirt?”
“Caitlyn’s borrowing it.”
Kelly nodded in the direction of the front
door. “I’ll wait for you in the limo.”
“What about your shirt?” Owen glanced
pointedly at Kelly’s bare chest.
“I didn’t bring a shirt.”
“You don’t own a shirt.”
“I own a shirt,” Kelly said. “ A shirt.
One.”
Owen grinned at him. “You’re an odd duck,
Cuff.”
“That’s why you get along with me so
well.”
A woman Owen didn’t recognize paused beside
them, more diamonds on display than a De Beers store.
“I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars if you let
me watch you two fuck,” she said.
When Owen and Kelly just gaped at her, she
looked from one to the other and said, “Cash.”
“We were just leaving,” Kelly said.
“We’re not a couple,” Owen sputtered. Did
they look like a couple? True they were standing rather close and
were both shirtless, but…
“Obviously you’re not a couple,” she said,
rolling her eyes. She had a thick European accent, but Owen
couldn’t identify its origin. French, maybe. “Why would I pay ten
thousand dollars to watch a gay couple fuck?” She laughed. “They’d
probably let me watch for free.”
“We don’t need your money, lady,” Kelly said
and pushed Owen to uproot his bare feet from the floor.
“Do straight guys actually fuck each other
for you?” Owen had to ask.
“Depends on how desperate they are for
money,” she said. She grinned slyly. “Or how much they’ve
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