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Hot Like Me
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
4,032
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ch. 5" "You've Got To Be Kidding Me"
Part V: "You've Got To Be Kidding Me"
Harley was dancing bare-chested on a speaker, his black wife-beater hanging sloppily over the rail behind him. His skin was flushed and glistening with sweat, the curls at his shoulders even curlier from the dampness. There was another young man dancing beside him on the speaker; perhaps eighteen or nineteen, with green eyes, longish black hair, fair skin, and a slim build just like Harley's. The other boy was in a similar state of undress, with impossibly snug jeans on his lower half. There was a major tease going on in their dancing, Trey's younger brother staring and licking his lips sexily at his dance partner. Harley ran his hands down his own chest and perched his fingers on his hips. He then proceeded to execute some damn fine body rolls, his back arching and his torso undulating from his shoulders to his ass.
Trey blinked and shook his head, leaning over to shout into Jake's ear.
"When the fuck did he learn to do that?" Trey asked, incredulous.
Jake smiled wanly and shrugged. "It gets worse."
"Worse than that?"
Jake nodded, focusing his attention again on the sexy action taking place on the speaker. "Oh yeah..."
The dark-haired boy grinned and replied to the motions in kind, the muscles of his tight stomach rippling as he rolled his supple upper body. Harley moved closer to him with measured steps, putting one hand on the other boy's shoulder; his other hand slid down the guy's sweaty chest and came to rest on the sharp hip jutting over a pair of impossibly snug low-rider jeans. The black-haired young man grabbed Harley by the ass with one hand, his other running up the actor's tummy and chest, slick with perspiration. A delicate, slim-fingered hand slid around the back of Harley's neck, grasping at the sinewy muscle and twining the golden blond curls through his fingers. The other boy pulled Harley into him, hand still on his ass, pressing their chests together, their skin hot and slick. They both bent their legs slightly, dipping down a little, and Harley moved one leg between the boy's knees, pressing his thigh firmly up into the kid's crotch. They began an overtly sexual humping in time to the bass thud of the song.
"Oh, dear God in heaven," Jake said with shake of his head, his hand semi-covering his eyes. He turned quickly on his heels and headed back to the bar, realizing that although Trey was pretty well plastered, the man wasn't nearly trashed enough for this.
Trey just stood there staring with his mouth hanging open like a dead codfish. He hadn't moved a muscle when Jake returned moments later with a rather large glass of Scotch-on-the-rocks. Jake waved the glass in front of Trey's face to get his attention, and Trey slowly took the glass from the man's hand rather like he was in a trance. He took a long gulp of the burning liquor, not even making a face.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Jake," Trey said, not taking his eyes off his little brother and the raven-haired boy that was glued to him. "Does he do this all the time?"
"Do what all the time?" Jake replied.
"Fuck in public with his pants still on?"
"Umm... yep."
Trey sighed. "Please don't tell me it still gets worse."
"I'm afraid it does, Trey."
"I told you not to tell me that."
"So sorry, mate."
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© Copyright 2006 Justin Tyler. All rights reserved. Publication or distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Justin Tyler.
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Harley was dancing bare-chested on a speaker, his black wife-beater hanging sloppily over the rail behind him. His skin was flushed and glistening with sweat, the curls at his shoulders even curlier from the dampness. There was another young man dancing beside him on the speaker; perhaps eighteen or nineteen, with green eyes, longish black hair, fair skin, and a slim build just like Harley's. The other boy was in a similar state of undress, with impossibly snug jeans on his lower half. There was a major tease going on in their dancing, Trey's younger brother staring and licking his lips sexily at his dance partner. Harley ran his hands down his own chest and perched his fingers on his hips. He then proceeded to execute some damn fine body rolls, his back arching and his torso undulating from his shoulders to his ass.
Trey blinked and shook his head, leaning over to shout into Jake's ear.
"When the fuck did he learn to do that?" Trey asked, incredulous.
Jake smiled wanly and shrugged. "It gets worse."
"Worse than that?"
Jake nodded, focusing his attention again on the sexy action taking place on the speaker. "Oh yeah..."
The dark-haired boy grinned and replied to the motions in kind, the muscles of his tight stomach rippling as he rolled his supple upper body. Harley moved closer to him with measured steps, putting one hand on the other boy's shoulder; his other hand slid down the guy's sweaty chest and came to rest on the sharp hip jutting over a pair of impossibly snug low-rider jeans. The black-haired young man grabbed Harley by the ass with one hand, his other running up the actor's tummy and chest, slick with perspiration. A delicate, slim-fingered hand slid around the back of Harley's neck, grasping at the sinewy muscle and twining the golden blond curls through his fingers. The other boy pulled Harley into him, hand still on his ass, pressing their chests together, their skin hot and slick. They both bent their legs slightly, dipping down a little, and Harley moved one leg between the boy's knees, pressing his thigh firmly up into the kid's crotch. They began an overtly sexual humping in time to the bass thud of the song.
"Oh, dear God in heaven," Jake said with shake of his head, his hand semi-covering his eyes. He turned quickly on his heels and headed back to the bar, realizing that although Trey was pretty well plastered, the man wasn't nearly trashed enough for this.
Trey just stood there staring with his mouth hanging open like a dead codfish. He hadn't moved a muscle when Jake returned moments later with a rather large glass of Scotch-on-the-rocks. Jake waved the glass in front of Trey's face to get his attention, and Trey slowly took the glass from the man's hand rather like he was in a trance. He took a long gulp of the burning liquor, not even making a face.
"Jesus Fucking Christ, Jake," Trey said, not taking his eyes off his little brother and the raven-haired boy that was glued to him. "Does he do this all the time?"
"Do what all the time?" Jake replied.
"Fuck in public with his pants still on?"
"Umm... yep."
Trey sighed. "Please don't tell me it still gets worse."
"I'm afraid it does, Trey."
"I told you not to tell me that."
"So sorry, mate."
~~~~
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© Copyright 2006 Justin Tyler. All rights reserved. Publication or distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Justin Tyler.
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