Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Now, it’s Halloween. Hayden is at Derek’s getting ready with Derek and Gary before we all meet up at Flirt later on where Hayden and I will commence Operation Get Hayden Laid.
Not that I think it’ll be hard for him to find someone to fuck.
Not that I think he can’t do it on his own either.
It’s just fun to have my hands up in what’s going on, and I’m also worried he’ll let his guilt over Lance get in the way. I don’t know what he has to feel guilty about. He did his part. Lance walked, so now Hayden needs to fuck him out of his system.
I get ready pretty quickly. I take care of a few things, then grab a quick shower before I pull on the leopard-print underwear I got, followed by a short matching loincloth.
It looks good against my pale skin, and since I’m topless, shows off the gold hoops in each of my nipples.
I’d asked Hayden a shit-ton of times what he was wearing, but every time I did, he said it was a surprise, and because I’m not really the guy to be one-upped, I hadn’t told him what my costume is either.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m excited to see what he’s wearing. He’s out to get laid, so I know it’ll be sexy, which means I get to appreciate the view.
As soon as I finish slipping on my shoes, there’s a knock on the door. I walk over and pull it open to see Travis standing there in a pair of football pants and a red crop-top jersey, giving the perfect view of his impressive abdominal muscles.
“Jesus, you look fucking hot,” I tell him as he steps inside.
“I know,” he says before eying me. “Not so bad yourself.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Travis winks at me. Then his mind immediately goes to his boyfriend. “I don’t know why Gary wanted to get ready with Derek and Hayden. He wouldn’t even tell me what he’s wearing. I think he probably figures if we’re together we might not make it out of the apartment.”
I grab a piece of leopard-print cloth from the bar. “I have a feeling he’d be right. And why didn’t you want to get ready with me?” I tease. He doesn’t even bother with an answer. That’s not Travis’s style. “Here, will you tie this on my bicep?” I ask him. He takes the cloth and starts getting to work. “What’s with this secret shit? Hayden wouldn’t tell me either, and it’s not even like I’m his man so he wants to give me a sexy surprise.” Which is likely exactly what Gary is up to.
He finishes tying my accessory on and asks, “How’s it going anyway?”
“Good so far. He’s a cool guy.” I don’t let it go any farther than that because, one, Travis likely wouldn’t give a shit and two, Hayden likely would. I’m sure he wants to keep our little impromptu blowjob a secret so it doesn’t get back to his ex—not that he should care.
“He’s a good friend to Gary. I really appreciate you doing this,” Travis tells me, and I wonder if he even realizes how much he’s changed. Yeah, he’s always been a good guy, but he used to hide it behind his bravado. Now, he doesn’t care about that stuff as much, especially when it has to do with his boyfriend being happy.
“No problem, boo. I got you,” I tell him, which earns me a Travis eye roll.
“Now, can we hurry and get the hell out of here?” he asks me.
“Yep.” I grab a long jacket and slip it on so I’m not walking down the street half-naked, then pick up the last piece of my costume before we’re out the door.
***
Flirt is even crazier than it usually is.
The street outside is packed with bodies, and it’s even worse when we step inside.
Gaga is blasting through the speakers as I hold on to Travis’s shirt, and he parts the crowd with his body, making space for us. Sexy cats, wolves, firemen, all dance and drink around us. My eyes bounce from sexy man to sexy man, and I decide that I can’t spend the whole night playing wingman because there’s a lot of ass out here to choose from.
“They should be by the bar up here,” Travis yells to me and then keeps moving.
“Fucking hot,” a twinky-Latino man says to me and rubs his hand over my abs as we pass.
“I’ll be back for you!” I tell him.
“Promise?” he asks but Travis doesn’t even slow his long strides, giving me no time to talk.
Suddenly, he stops so abruptly I slam into the back of him.
“Oh shit,” he rushes out, and I step around him to see Gary in a red speedo, red cape, no shirt, and a big S painted on his chest. “Get over here, Superass,” Travis practically growls at him. Jesus, he’s fucking gone, and I love it.