This so sucks,Joey thought as he glanced around the bar he sat in. All around him gorgeous men paired up and had a good time dancing, talking, even kissing. And here he sat…alone.
Joey just didn’t understand it. He had come to this bar for nearly a year. In all of that time he had yet to be propositioned, felt up, or even asked to dance. This was a gay bar for pete’s sake…and he was gay and single. He thought he would have been at least felt up or something. Was one little indecent proposition too much to ask?
But no, nothing. Oh, he had tried. Joey had propositioned a couple of different guys but to no avail. They always said they weren’t interested and moved on to someone else. He couldn’t even get anyone to dance with him. They always replied no and either abruptly sat down or quickly turned to someone else to dance with. It was almost like they were afraid of him.
Joey took another sip of his drink and sat it on the bar. He glanced at the clothes he wore wondering if that was it? His faded blue jeans had a few rips and faded patches in them but other than that they seemed fine. He had seen guys in here with a lot less.
His shirt, while being a plain white cotton shirt, looked good on him. He knew it did. It was stretched across his chest just enough to show off the tight muscles he worked so hard to achieve.
Joey had seen plenty of guys in here wearing exactly what he wore and they got propositioned all the time. So, why not him? What was wrong with him that no one was interested?
He shook his head and he turned back towards the bar. Joey downed the last of his drink in one swallow. He set the glass back down on the table and reached for some money in his wallet, tossing a few bills down on the bar.
Waving to the bartender he headed for the front door. There was no sense sticking around tonight, and maybe any other night. He wasn’t going to find anyone interested in him, not here anyway. Maybe he should head over to that new club, Dante’s Dungeon, that had just opened up across town. He might have better luck there.
“Hey, Joey, where you headed off to? Kind of early for you to be turning in, isn’t it?” Toby, the bouncer asked as Joey walked by.
“Oh hey, Toby. No, I’m not turning in. I thought I’d go to that new place that just opened up across town.” Joey shrugged his shoulders. “I’m starting to feel like I have cooties or something every time I come in here. No one will give me the time of day. Guess maybe it’s time to head on for greener pastures, you know?”
“Joey, you might want to reconsider that. Dante’s Dungeon is a pretty rough club, especially if you’re not into that type of lifestyle. You do know it’s a D/s club, right?”
Joey’s eyes widen briefly. Seriously?
“Joey, that place isn’t a good place to go. They already have a reputation and they’ve only been open a month. You could get hurt. Why don’t you just come back inside?”
“No, thanks anyway, Toby. I’m not going to find what I’m looking for back inside this place. I’ve been coming here for nearly a year now and I have yet to be propositioned or even asked to dance. For some reason the people here don’t like me.”
“Joey, we like you fine. It’s just—”
Joey shook his head. “Toby, I’m tired of being alone every night. You get to go home to Scott. I go home to an empty apartment. I thought I would find someone here but I’m not. There’s no point in sticking around.”
“You’ve been a real pal, Toby, thanks.”
Joey could hear Toby sputtering behind him as he walked towards his car. He almost stopped and went back inside of the bar. He liked the people here. They were a friendly bunch, even if none of them were sexually attracted to him.
He just felt like there was something that the people here didn’t like about him. As long as he remained on friendly terms, everything was great. But the moment anything sexual came into it, they ran for the hills.
Joey knew he was no sex magnet but he wasn’t a complete goober either. His sandy blond hair was short on the sides, a little longer, and slightly frosted, on the top. He used quite a bit of gel to keep the top spiked just so.
His beautiful arctic blue eyes were his major selling point. His mother once told him that she could see her soul reflected in his eyes. Of course, she was biased in his favor. She loved him.
Joey admitted that he wasn’t huge by any standards, only five nine. But he wasn’t a shrimp either. After hours upon hours working out, his muscles were well defined. He was especially proud of his tight rounded ass. His friend and roommate, Danny, swore he could bounce a quarter off of Joey’s ass.
No, going to this other bar was his best option at this point. Joey was never going to find Mr. Right at Club Refectory, or even Mr. Right Now. Hopefully, his prospects at this new club would be better.
It wasn’t like he wanted to find just a one-night stand. He was hoping to find someone that he could develop a relationship with. But at this point he was so lonely he’d take what he could get.
“I’m going to go check on the coffee,” Joey said as he quickly jumped to his feet and headed for the kitchen. The coffee should be done by now and he needed something to keep himself busy. He was about to make an idiot out of himself.
Joey grabbed two cups and set them down on the counter. He reached for the sugar and creamer, setting them down next to the coffee cups. Spoon, he needed to get a spoon. Reaching into one of his drawers he grabbed a spoon and set it down next to the cups, sugar, and creamer. Did Logan take sugar and creamer in his coffee?
Maybe he should ask instead of assuming. Joey turned to go back into the living room and ask Logan if he took sugar and creamer in his coffee, yelping when he ran right into Logan, who was leaning against the kitchen doorframe.
He closed his eyes, half in embarrassment that he had run into Logan, half in delight that he had run into Logan. Logan’s body was so hard and muscular. Joey could die a happy man pressed against him.
Joey raised his eyes to Logan’s face. “Sorry, I was going to ask you—”
“Ask me what, Joey?” Logan asked after a moment when Joey didn’t continue with his statement.
Joey’s eyes nearly crossed at the low, rough sound of Logan’s voice. If he didn’t know better he would think that Logan was aroused. But that was ridiculous. Logan didn’t desire him, did he?
“Logan,” he whispered, his eyes dropping down to Logan’s lips. This is a really, really bad idea, Joey thought as he raised himself up on his toes and placed his lips against Logan’s.
He ran his tongue over Logan’s lips, begging for entrance. His hands curled into his shirt as he pressed his body against Logan’s. He knew that Logan could feel his erection pressing against him. He couldn’t help it. Logan turned him on more than any man he had ever met.
“Yes?” Joey whispered against Logan’s lips. Yes, yes, yes, anything you want.
“Joey.” This time Logan’s agitated voice worked it through the deep haze surrounding Joey’s brain. “Joey,” Logan repeated again.
Joey lifted his head and looked up into Logan’s eyes. What he saw there made Joey wish he was anywhere but where he was. Logan’s eyes were half closed, his brows drawn together. But it was the tight clench of his teeth, the tick in his cheek that said it all. He didn’t want to kiss Joey.
His eyes quickly dropping down, Joey pulled his hands off of Logan’s shirt and pushed himself back from him. He tucked his hands together against his chest to keep Logan from seeing them tremble.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. He couldn’t believe he had attacked Logan like that. He had no right. He wouldn’t be surprised if Logan didn’t want anything to do with him after this.
Joey turned to face the counter, his back to Logan. He couldn’t face him. He couldn’t see the contempt and disgust in Logan’s face. It would take away the one thing he had left, his fantasies of being with Logan, no matter how impossible they may be.
“This was a mistake. Please, just go,” Joey begged, his eyes filling with tears at the softening of Logan’s voice. He could take anything from Logan except for his pity.
* * * *
Logan stared at Joey in shock. When Joey started kissing him Logan had nearly gone out of his mind. Joey tasted so good. Logan wanted to go on kissing him until they both passed out. But if he gave in to Joey, Logan knew he wouldn't be able to stop with just one kiss.
He would want it all, every inch of Joey’s body. And there would be no going back from that point. The decision on whether to give Joey time to get to know him would be taken out of his hands. Joey would be his. But seeing Joey turn away from him, knowing he thought he was being rejected—it was more than he could deal with. His little man was in agony and it was Logan’s fault.
Logan stepped up behind Joey, pressing his body tightly against his. He grabbed Joey by his hair and twisted his head around, plastering his lips with his own. His other hand wrapped around Joey’s waist to pull his body back against his.
He didn’t just kiss Joey. He devoured him. His tongue ran the length of Joey’s lips before pressing in, demanding entry, exploring every inch of him. He felt Joey start to respond, slowly at first, then, it was as if a dam broke.
Joey opened up, throwing himself into the kiss with absolute abandon. Logan could feel his cock hardening against Joey’s hip as he ground against him. Oh damn, kissing Joey was heaven. Joey was moaning and whimpering as he pushed back against Logan.
Logan knew that Joey couldn’t fail to feel his erection pressing against him. As he moved his hand down Joey’s waist to his groin, he wondered if he would find the same hard length in his jeans.
Damn! Joey was so hard his zipper was about to bust. Logan cupped him in his hand, squeezing, gently at first, then with more pressure. The harder he held him, the more unglued Joey seemed to become. Joey was so damn responsive.
“Logan, let me come,” Joey whispered against Logan’s lips as he thrust his cock against Logan’s hand. Logan wasn’t even sure that Joey knew that he had whispered the words out loud.
Logan lifted his lips from Joey, growling into his ear. “How do you ask if you want something?” he demanded.
“Please,” Joey whispered.
“Please, sir, please let me come,” Joey pleaded.
Logan’s grin was almost feral as he unzipped Joey’s pants and pulled his cock out, wrapping his hand around it, quickly stroking him to completion. His little man deserved a reward for asking him so nicely.
“Good baby,” Logan said against the side of Joey’s neck. “Now come for me, Joey.”
As if on cue, Joey threw his head back as he thrust himself into Logan’s tight grasp. He cried out as he came, coating Logan’s hand with his release. Logan continued to stroke Joey until he collapsed against him.