with.
“Who is this hunk? And can I have him?”
Kurt’s blush returned in a flash. Somehow, he hadn’t expected guys to be hitting on him. A tiny blond sidled up to him, casually posed such that his hips thrust out suggestively.
“Shut up, Rick. This is Kurt. You can’t have him,” Davy said.
“Oh, staking a claim are you?” The sultry words were accompanied by a small hand rubbing along Kurt’s forearm.
Someone was going to have to turn the temperature down or open a window, because now both he and Davy were blushing.
“Rick, he’s straight!”
Jon clutched his stomach, laughing.
“No, say it isn’t so!” Rick continued to caress his arm. The sensation was odd because Rick was clearly a man, there was no mistaking the caress as coming from anything but a man’s hand, but his size, slenderness, and sparkly purple shirt were reminiscent of many girls he’d dated.
“Sorry, Rick.”
“What about brothers? Do you have any brothers, Kurt?”
“I’ve got brothers, but no gay ones.”
Rick gave him a fierce frown and another quick caress. Kurt should have slipped away. He didn’t know why he let Rick touch him, other than he’d grown up in a very demonstrative family. His personal space boundaries were smaller than most. Davy dragged Rick away anyway.
“Rick, behave. I told you he’s straight.”
“Uh-huh. Bet he likes blowjobs as much as any guy. And I’m damn good at them.”
Kurt had to laugh. Rick was the type who had to be the center of attention in every situation, but Kurt didn’t mind the comments.
Davy quickly introduced him to the other two men, a couple, Keith and David. He learned that Jon, Davy, and David were high school friends, and it was the friendship with David that prompted Davy to start going by Davy. David was a good name, but those dimples were more suited to a Davy.
Would have been a weird dynamic if Jon and Rick had been a couple, too, but that wasn’t the case; Keith and David were the only couple present.
Kurt sat back into the leather armchair and listened to the others catch up and reminiscence. He wasn’t able to tell if the three bonded because of common interests or because they’d all known they were gay, and he didn’t ask. That sort of nosiness he reserved for on the job.
Davy’s hands fluttered as he spoke, the animation and happiness unmistakable. Kurt didn’t believe for a minute Davy was completely out of the woods, but he was getting there.
Margaritas were mixed, but Kurt stuck to beer. He didn’t know what he expected at a party with a bunch of gay guys, but he relaxed as it appeared to be nothing more than any other party he’d been to, with slightly cruder and more ribald comments.
“Are we playing a game tonight?” Jon asked.
Game?
“I can turn the hockey game on for you, Kurt,” Davy offered. Davy wasn’t going to watch hockey? This must be some game—Davy liked hockey a hell of a lot more than he liked baseball, as Kurt had found out when hockey season started. Kurt liked hockey better too.
“Are you playing naked Twister?”
“No,” Davy sputtered.
“Oh, yes!” Rick gave him, or rather his crotch, a pointed stare.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Are you playing Spin the Bottle?”
Shaking his head, Davy loosed a little giggle.
“Can we?” Rick asked.
“Strip poker?”
“No!” Davy emphasized his denial with a swift chop of his hand. “Please?” That Rick was persistent.
Then, Davy laughed. And laughed. He fell onto the couch, eyes tearing as he whooped. Maybe it was the margaritas. Or the company. Kurt didn’t care how or why. Judging from the indulgent looks on his friends’ faces, neither did they.
“Just what sort of party were you expecting?” Davy gasped out as his laughter tapered off.
“Well, I wasn’t sure. But if you aren’t expecting me to get naked, I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever games you’re going to play.”
“Oh, honey, I have no doubt of that.” Surprisingly, Rick amused rather than irritated him.
“I
“Who is this hunk? And can I have him?”
Kurt’s blush returned in a flash. Somehow, he hadn’t expected guys to be hitting on him. A tiny blond sidled up to him, casually posed such that his hips thrust out suggestively.
“Shut up, Rick. This is Kurt. You can’t have him,” Davy said.
“Oh, staking a claim are you?” The sultry words were accompanied by a small hand rubbing along Kurt’s forearm.
Someone was going to have to turn the temperature down or open a window, because now both he and Davy were blushing.
“Rick, he’s straight!”
Jon clutched his stomach, laughing.
“No, say it isn’t so!” Rick continued to caress his arm. The sensation was odd because Rick was clearly a man, there was no mistaking the caress as coming from anything but a man’s hand, but his size, slenderness, and sparkly purple shirt were reminiscent of many girls he’d dated.
“Sorry, Rick.”
“What about brothers? Do you have any brothers, Kurt?”
“I’ve got brothers, but no gay ones.”
Rick gave him a fierce frown and another quick caress. Kurt should have slipped away. He didn’t know why he let Rick touch him, other than he’d grown up in a very demonstrative family. His personal space boundaries were smaller than most. Davy dragged Rick away anyway.
“Rick, behave. I told you he’s straight.”
“Uh-huh. Bet he likes blowjobs as much as any guy. And I’m damn good at them.”
Kurt had to laugh. Rick was the type who had to be the center of attention in every situation, but Kurt didn’t mind the comments.
Davy quickly introduced him to the other two men, a couple, Keith and David. He learned that Jon, Davy, and David were high school friends, and it was the friendship with David that prompted Davy to start going by Davy. David was a good name, but those dimples were more suited to a Davy.
Would have been a weird dynamic if Jon and Rick had been a couple, too, but that wasn’t the case; Keith and David were the only couple present.
Kurt sat back into the leather armchair and listened to the others catch up and reminiscence. He wasn’t able to tell if the three bonded because of common interests or because they’d all known they were gay, and he didn’t ask. That sort of nosiness he reserved for on the job.
Davy’s hands fluttered as he spoke, the animation and happiness unmistakable. Kurt didn’t believe for a minute Davy was completely out of the woods, but he was getting there.
Margaritas were mixed, but Kurt stuck to beer. He didn’t know what he expected at a party with a bunch of gay guys, but he relaxed as it appeared to be nothing more than any other party he’d been to, with slightly cruder and more ribald comments.
“Are we playing a game tonight?” Jon asked.
Game?
“I can turn the hockey game on for you, Kurt,” Davy offered. Davy wasn’t going to watch hockey? This must be some game—Davy liked hockey a hell of a lot more than he liked baseball, as Kurt had found out when hockey season started. Kurt liked hockey better too.
“Are you playing naked Twister?”
“No,” Davy sputtered.
“Oh, yes!” Rick gave him, or rather his crotch, a pointed stare.
Kurt rolled his eyes.
“Are you playing Spin the Bottle?”
Shaking his head, Davy loosed a little giggle.
“Can we?” Rick asked.
“Strip poker?”
“No!” Davy emphasized his denial with a swift chop of his hand. “Please?” That Rick was persistent.
Then, Davy laughed. And laughed. He fell onto the couch, eyes tearing as he whooped. Maybe it was the margaritas. Or the company. Kurt didn’t care how or why. Judging from the indulgent looks on his friends’ faces, neither did they.
“Just what sort of party were you expecting?” Davy gasped out as his laughter tapered off.
“Well, I wasn’t sure. But if you aren’t expecting me to get naked, I’m pretty sure I can handle whatever games you’re going to play.”
“Oh, honey, I have no doubt of that.” Surprisingly, Rick amused rather than irritated him.
“I
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