Jimmy had jumped down from his stool and had grabbed Mikey’s hand.
“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s go congratulate Miss Thang and get her outta here. I’m betting she could use a shower, and lucky for her she’s got not one, but two personal body men to make that happen.”
Chapter 8
C ORY DROVE them home, still buzzing from his performance and eager to talk over every detail. Mikey did his best to respond enthusiastically, though it was a struggle to tamp down the simmering arousal from their teasing and the thought of what might come next.
Am I really ready for this? Faced with the reality of what Cory and Jimmy wanted, he wasn’t so sure, but if he waited until he felt 100 percent ready, he might never get there. Cory and Jimmy clearly cared about him as more than a trick, treating him like someone special, and they certainly had the experience to teach him everything he didn’t yet know. Which, admittedly, was a lot.
By the time Cory pulled into his driveway, Jimmy following close behind, every nerve in Mikey’s body was vibrating with an intoxicating combination of excitement and sheer terror. He felt like he was in the front car of a roller coaster just cresting the first hill, about to plunge into the heart-pounding, scream-inducing ride of his life.
Cory cut the engine but didn’t get out of the car. Instead he popped his seat belt and leaned over the console to wrap both hands around Mikey’s face. “We’re gonna have a good time tonight,” he murmured, and then he kissed Mikey, holding nothing back. Mikey let out a muffled squeak of surprise at the intensity of the kiss, but then he surrendered to it, letting Cory have his way. The door behind him opened, and Jimmy touched him, running his hands down his back and coming to rest on Mikey’s waist.
“Let him come up for air, babe,” Jimmy said, laughter in his voice. “Let’s get ourselves inside, and then we’ll have all the freedom we want to do whatever we want.”
Cory grumbled under his breath, but he let Mikey go and got out of the car.
Jimmy helped Mikey out and then reached into the backseat to fetch Coco’s costume bag. “C’mon,” he said, sliding his hand onto Mikey’s lower back to steer him toward the house. “We’ll go in, have a drink, relax a little, and then have some fun.”
Mikey forced himself to breathe deeply and evenly, trying not to think too hard about what, exactly, “some fun” would mean. He wanted it, whatever it was, that much he was certain about. But that didn’t keep his heart from pounding and his stomach from clenching.
Inside Jimmy did as he said, leading Mikey into the kitchen and pulling out a chair at the table. “Cory’s gonna want to get his stuff put away and get ready to shower off the sweat,” he said as Mikey saw Cory pass by the doorway, headed toward the bedroom. “We’ll get some drinks together and join him in a minute. You want some wine?”
Mikey swallowed and shook his head. “Just water?” His voice trembled, and Jimmy gave him a sharp look, then pushed the refrigerator door closed and came over to crouch in front of Mikey. He took both of Mikey’s hands in his.
“Are you all right with this, babe?” he asked. “We don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, remember. If you say no, it’s not going to change anything. It’s not going to scare us off.”
Mikey closed his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want it,” he whispered. “It’s that I want it so much, and I’m afraid it’ll all go wrong. That I’ll screw things up and you won’t want me anymore.”
“Hey. Mikey. Look at me.” Mikey opened his eyes and met Jimmy’s gaze, which was direct and calm. “This isn’t playing for us. We want you with us, and not just for a quick roll in the hay. If that’s all we were looking for, we would’ve seduced you right from the start.” He squeezed Mikey’s hands. “You mean more to us than that. Even if this doesn’t work out for
“C’mon,” he said. “Let’s go congratulate Miss Thang and get her outta here. I’m betting she could use a shower, and lucky for her she’s got not one, but two personal body men to make that happen.”
Chapter 8
C ORY DROVE them home, still buzzing from his performance and eager to talk over every detail. Mikey did his best to respond enthusiastically, though it was a struggle to tamp down the simmering arousal from their teasing and the thought of what might come next.
Am I really ready for this? Faced with the reality of what Cory and Jimmy wanted, he wasn’t so sure, but if he waited until he felt 100 percent ready, he might never get there. Cory and Jimmy clearly cared about him as more than a trick, treating him like someone special, and they certainly had the experience to teach him everything he didn’t yet know. Which, admittedly, was a lot.
By the time Cory pulled into his driveway, Jimmy following close behind, every nerve in Mikey’s body was vibrating with an intoxicating combination of excitement and sheer terror. He felt like he was in the front car of a roller coaster just cresting the first hill, about to plunge into the heart-pounding, scream-inducing ride of his life.
Cory cut the engine but didn’t get out of the car. Instead he popped his seat belt and leaned over the console to wrap both hands around Mikey’s face. “We’re gonna have a good time tonight,” he murmured, and then he kissed Mikey, holding nothing back. Mikey let out a muffled squeak of surprise at the intensity of the kiss, but then he surrendered to it, letting Cory have his way. The door behind him opened, and Jimmy touched him, running his hands down his back and coming to rest on Mikey’s waist.
“Let him come up for air, babe,” Jimmy said, laughter in his voice. “Let’s get ourselves inside, and then we’ll have all the freedom we want to do whatever we want.”
Cory grumbled under his breath, but he let Mikey go and got out of the car.
Jimmy helped Mikey out and then reached into the backseat to fetch Coco’s costume bag. “C’mon,” he said, sliding his hand onto Mikey’s lower back to steer him toward the house. “We’ll go in, have a drink, relax a little, and then have some fun.”
Mikey forced himself to breathe deeply and evenly, trying not to think too hard about what, exactly, “some fun” would mean. He wanted it, whatever it was, that much he was certain about. But that didn’t keep his heart from pounding and his stomach from clenching.
Inside Jimmy did as he said, leading Mikey into the kitchen and pulling out a chair at the table. “Cory’s gonna want to get his stuff put away and get ready to shower off the sweat,” he said as Mikey saw Cory pass by the doorway, headed toward the bedroom. “We’ll get some drinks together and join him in a minute. You want some wine?”
Mikey swallowed and shook his head. “Just water?” His voice trembled, and Jimmy gave him a sharp look, then pushed the refrigerator door closed and came over to crouch in front of Mikey. He took both of Mikey’s hands in his.
“Are you all right with this, babe?” he asked. “We don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do, remember. If you say no, it’s not going to change anything. It’s not going to scare us off.”
Mikey closed his eyes. “It’s not that I don’t want it,” he whispered. “It’s that I want it so much, and I’m afraid it’ll all go wrong. That I’ll screw things up and you won’t want me anymore.”
“Hey. Mikey. Look at me.” Mikey opened his eyes and met Jimmy’s gaze, which was direct and calm. “This isn’t playing for us. We want you with us, and not just for a quick roll in the hay. If that’s all we were looking for, we would’ve seduced you right from the start.” He squeezed Mikey’s hands. “You mean more to us than that. Even if this doesn’t work out for
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