Page 4 of Their Wicked Ways

I froze.

Could I do it?

This would be the perfect time. As much as I trusted my friends, there were a few key things about me they didn’t know.

The biggest being that I wasn’t straight.

I’d known I was bi since middle school, even if I hadn’t had the language back then to understand why I was attracted to both boys and girls. I’d tried to ignore it, but my interest in guys had never faded.

But even after all these years of knowing, I wasn’t ready to tell anyone. Not because I was ashamed or I thought there was something wrong with me. Not anymore, at least. I’d spent the last year slowly dismantling the internalized homophobia I’d carried because of my upbringing, and I was finally in a place where I was ready to explore that side of myself.

And it wasn’t because I thought they’d have a problem with it. My aunts were lesbians, all the guys at work were queer, and Becca and Chanel were loud and proud allies.

Everyone who mattered wouldn’t care that I liked dick.

But I still couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone about my sexuality because I’d never acted on it.

I flirted with male customers at the club because it was safe, but that was the extent of my experience with men. Meaningless flirting and lots of late-night solo sessions with porn and toys.

Maybe it was time to stop thinking about it and just do it.

Feeling a little reckless and a lot antsy, I checked my watch. It was early for clubbing, but everything would be open by the time I got to the city.

Making up my mind, I grabbed my keys and wallet and slipped out of my room.

Going to a gay club alone hadn’t been on my radar of things that would happen tonight, but I couldn’t deny my excitement at the possibility of finally exploring the side of myself that I’d suppressed for so long.

2

EZRA

The familiar notesof a ’90s dance tune I recognized but couldn’t name swelled around us. The dark atmosphere, punctuated by flashing lights and bursts of lasers, was disorienting and created a sense of blissful anonymity.

The crush of people on the dance floor swayed and grinded along to the sensual beat as they lost themselves in the music and enjoyed the momentary escapism of the club.

Envy was packed, but that was typical for a Friday night, even if it was early.

Tightening my arm around Wes’s waist, I ran my other hand through his hair. He melted against me, our bodies flush. He gripped my ass, pulling me tighter against him.

I grazed my lips over his ear. “See anyone who catches your fancy?”

He shuddered and turned his face to mine. “Not yet.”

I took his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. My cock, already rock hard and sensitive, rubbed against his perfect ass as he ground against me.

Letting go of his hip, I dragged my hand down his bare stomach.

“More,” he murmured into my kiss.

Groaning, I slid my fingertips under the waist of his jeans. “You want more?” I nipped at his earlobe and palmed his bulge. “You want me to pull out your dick and jerk you off right here?”

He moaned and dropped his head back on my shoulder.

“Everyone would look at you.” I kissed his hair and squeezed his thick erection through his jeans.

We both knew that was bullshit. Less than five feet away, a couple was jerking each other off, their dicks out and on full display as they rutted together. A few of the couples and triads around us were enjoying the show, but most ignored them.

Unlike the other gay club in the city, this one was known for its loose security and large back rooms. Not their drink specials or theme nights. It was the club you went to when you were looking for a little hedonism to go with your dance music.