I’d seen the same thing happen at straight clubs, when a drop-dead-gorgeous woman walked onto the floor. There was a minute while they all just watched and waited—they were wondering, was he really alone? Who would make the first move?
Finally, one of them separated from the pack. He was young, with spiky platinum-blonde hair, taller than Angelo and very cocky. He danced up to Angelo, and Angelo let him come. Blondie wrapped his arms around Angelo and pulled him against him. Angelo went willingly, laughing. They danced for a minute, grinding together, but then Blondie whispered something in Angelo’s ear. Ang threw his head back and laughed, pushing Blondie away. Blondie looked surprised, and annoyed, but retreated.
The next one was older, better dressed, and a tiny bit fem. He wasn’t as cocky. He moved slower, waiting for Ang to rebuff him too. But Ang didn’t. He unbuttoned Angelo’s shirt, while Ang looked up at him with flirtatious eyes. Fem left the last few buttons done up, then pulled the shirt backward off of Angelo’s shoulders, pulling it halfway down and then gripping it tight, so that Ang’s arms were pinned to his sides. Angelo laughed, his head back. Fem put his tongue in the hollow of Ang’s throat, one hand on Angelo’s ass, and they started to grind together. His lips moved slowly up Angelo’s neck, and Angelo let him. They danced for a while. Right up until Fem tried to kiss him. Then Angelo spun away with a smile.
There were more guys after that. Angelo moved through them like a performer working the crowd, smiling and teasing, his eyes flashing and mischievous.
Jonathan had led Zach away from our table while I was watching Angelo, and I knew it was so he could talk to him without Jared and me overhearing. They were leaning on a railing not far from us, watching the dance floor. Jonathan was talking intently to Zach, but I could tell Zach was only half-listening. I wondered how he felt about what Ang was doing. I expected him to be angry, or hurt, or maybe not paying attention at all. What I saw surprised me. He wasn’t concerned at all. He was watching Ang, a tiny smile on his face, looking for all the world like he found the whole spectacle mildly amusing.
I looked over at Jared. He was watching Angelo too. His cheeks were red, and I could tell he was torn between being turned on and being incredibly pissed off.
“I didn’t realize,” I said dumbly, and he looked over at me in annoyance.
“Of course you didn’t,” he snapped. “You may go to bed with a man every night, but for all intents and purposes, you’re still straight. You don’t see anything. You don’t see Angelo for what he is.”
“And what is he?” I asked, trying to not be offended.
“Sex, Matt,” he said in obvious exasperation. “Everything about him just screams to be fucked. Look at him,” he said, gesturing toward the dance floor angrily. “He looks like sex. He smells like sex. He even walks like sex.”
“How does sex walk?” I asked with a smile, but he didn’t smile back. Then I had another thought. “Are you saying you want to fuck Angelo?” I asked, and regretted it immediately. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.
Luckily, he ignored me. “Nothing good can happen here,” he said quietly, turning his back on the dance floor.
Angelo was with a new guy now. He was only a little taller than Ang. His hair was almost the same, too, black and spiky. His shirt was off, and his upper body had more tattoos and piercings than I could count. He was tight up against Angelo’s back, grinding his groin into Ang’s ass. Ang had his head back on Tattoo’s shoulder, and his eyes were closed. And the look on his face… it was a look I could have gone my whole life without seeing on my best friend’s face, a look I had assumed until now was reserved only for Zach. One of Tattoo’s hands was deep in the pocket of Angelo’s baggy jeans, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was
Finally, one of them separated from the pack. He was young, with spiky platinum-blonde hair, taller than Angelo and very cocky. He danced up to Angelo, and Angelo let him come. Blondie wrapped his arms around Angelo and pulled him against him. Angelo went willingly, laughing. They danced for a minute, grinding together, but then Blondie whispered something in Angelo’s ear. Ang threw his head back and laughed, pushing Blondie away. Blondie looked surprised, and annoyed, but retreated.
The next one was older, better dressed, and a tiny bit fem. He wasn’t as cocky. He moved slower, waiting for Ang to rebuff him too. But Ang didn’t. He unbuttoned Angelo’s shirt, while Ang looked up at him with flirtatious eyes. Fem left the last few buttons done up, then pulled the shirt backward off of Angelo’s shoulders, pulling it halfway down and then gripping it tight, so that Ang’s arms were pinned to his sides. Angelo laughed, his head back. Fem put his tongue in the hollow of Ang’s throat, one hand on Angelo’s ass, and they started to grind together. His lips moved slowly up Angelo’s neck, and Angelo let him. They danced for a while. Right up until Fem tried to kiss him. Then Angelo spun away with a smile.
There were more guys after that. Angelo moved through them like a performer working the crowd, smiling and teasing, his eyes flashing and mischievous.
Jonathan had led Zach away from our table while I was watching Angelo, and I knew it was so he could talk to him without Jared and me overhearing. They were leaning on a railing not far from us, watching the dance floor. Jonathan was talking intently to Zach, but I could tell Zach was only half-listening. I wondered how he felt about what Ang was doing. I expected him to be angry, or hurt, or maybe not paying attention at all. What I saw surprised me. He wasn’t concerned at all. He was watching Ang, a tiny smile on his face, looking for all the world like he found the whole spectacle mildly amusing.
I looked over at Jared. He was watching Angelo too. His cheeks were red, and I could tell he was torn between being turned on and being incredibly pissed off.
“I didn’t realize,” I said dumbly, and he looked over at me in annoyance.
“Of course you didn’t,” he snapped. “You may go to bed with a man every night, but for all intents and purposes, you’re still straight. You don’t see anything. You don’t see Angelo for what he is.”
“And what is he?” I asked, trying to not be offended.
“Sex, Matt,” he said in obvious exasperation. “Everything about him just screams to be fucked. Look at him,” he said, gesturing toward the dance floor angrily. “He looks like sex. He smells like sex. He even walks like sex.”
“How does sex walk?” I asked with a smile, but he didn’t smile back. Then I had another thought. “Are you saying you want to fuck Angelo?” I asked, and regretted it immediately. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer.
Luckily, he ignored me. “Nothing good can happen here,” he said quietly, turning his back on the dance floor.
Angelo was with a new guy now. He was only a little taller than Ang. His hair was almost the same, too, black and spiky. His shirt was off, and his upper body had more tattoos and piercings than I could count. He was tight up against Angelo’s back, grinding his groin into Ang’s ass. Ang had his head back on Tattoo’s shoulder, and his eyes were closed. And the look on his face… it was a look I could have gone my whole life without seeing on my best friend’s face, a look I had assumed until now was reserved only for Zach. One of Tattoo’s hands was deep in the pocket of Angelo’s baggy jeans, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was
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