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Her slim, stocking-clad legs wrapped around
Oliver s waist, her fingers fisted in his hair as their
tongues tangled.
Oliver was swamped by the feel and taste and
scent of his lover, both sides of his lover, the sexy
boy who rented bikes by day and the glitzy drag
queen who wowed audiences by night. He adored
them both.
At last the kiss broke. Faith unwound her legs
and leaned back in Oliver s arms. Well?
You were amazing as always. Oliver grinned.
You know you were. It s all over your face.
I was, wasn t I? The laugh was rich and throaty.
They kissed again, longer, deeper, hotter this
time.
Oliver s dick stiffened in his jeans. He adjusted
his hold, sliding his hands down to Faith s Drew s
most excellent ass and angling their bodies to
bring their cocks into closer alignment.
You re hard for me, Oliver murmured against
his lover s lips.
I am. Which is why we have to get out of here
like right fucking now.
I thought we were supposed to have drinks with
Gregory and his friends after the show.
We were, but we aren t. C mon.
Slipping out of Oliver s arms, Faith caught his
hand and began dragging him through the warren of
backstage hallways. They reached what Oliver
assumed must be the club s rear door.
Faith hit the emergency bar, the door opened,
and they spilled into the night.
Even though Drew had turned down the job at
Sequins, Gregory had asked him if Faith would do a
weeklong series of appearances to help launch the
new club. Drew had agreed, but only after he d
talked Oliver into coming with him as a sort of
graduation trip. And now here the two of them were,
in Vegas, all expenses paid, and having the time of
their lives.
Oliver knew he should feel guilty for blowing off
drinks with their host and sneaking off like this, but
as his lover s hand closed around his and they
ducked down the alley behind Sequins, he couldn t
seem to manage it.
Behind them the door opened, and a voice
called, Hey, Faith! Where are you going?
Hurry, Faith snapped and began to run.
How can you run in those shoes? Oliver asked
as he was dragged around a corner and down a
side street.
Thinking of the four-inch silver stilettos Faith had
been wearing on stage, Oliver could imagine
sprained ankles and a trip to the ER instead of a
romantic evening of hot, sweaty sex with his sweetie.
But when he tried to slow down, Faith only picked up
speed.
She grinned at him over her shoulder. Baby,
when you re used to dancing in spikes, running s a
snap, especially with the right motivation.
Oliver laughed even as his heart skipped a
beat, and forgot all about Gregory and the après-
show drinks. He wondered briefly when Faith would
recede and Drew would reappear.
Not that it mattered to him. Whether the
transition took minutes or hours and it could be
either depending on the night it made no
difference, as he was crazy about them both.
Feet pounding the pavement, they rounded
another corner, and their hotel came into view.
With a glance behind them, Faith slowed the
pace and slipped an arm through Oliver s. Wheeew,
that was close. I thought for a minute we wouldn t
make it.
I m glad you didn t want to go out, Oliver said
as they made their way along the sidewalk. Neon
flashed, and music spilled from open doorways. It
reminded him a little of Key West on steroids, if Key
West had somehow gotten plunked down in the
middle of the desert.
Inside the hotel, they crossed the lobby arm in
arm and stopped in front of the bank of elevators.
Oliver couldn t help noticing the glances they
attracted.
And why not?
Faith was gorgeous, and he was, without a
doubt, the luckiest guy in the place to have her on his
arm.
The elevator dinged, the doors slid back, and
they stepped in. Oliver punched the button for their
floor, and the doors closed. They were alone.
He found himself pressed back against the side
of the elevator, his lover s slender body plastered
against him.
Kiss me, Ollie. I m so
The words cut off as their mouths came
together.
The hot, potent flavor of man flooded Oliver s
mouth and heated his system. His cock, already half-
hard from anticipation alone, swelled and pushed
against his zipper.
Drew and Oliver could tell it was Drew now
shifted in Oliver s arms, letting the hard length of their
erections brush. The contact was electric even
through their clothes.
Oh, God, Oliver gasped. He slid his hands
down to the tempting swell of Drew s ass. He loved
the way the slick silver fabric skimmed the lean lines
and hard muscles of the beautiful boy in his arms.
I want you, Drew murmured. He nipped
Oliver s throat, his hand sliding down and cupping
Oliver s erection. Right now.
The elevator stopped on their floor and the door
opened.
With their arms still around each other, they
circled out of the elevator and down the hall to their
door.
Oliver dug the key card from his pocket and
jabbed it at the slot. He missed and fumbled, nearly
dropping the card, thanks to the busy, clever hands
already working their way inside his jeans.
Let me unlock the door. Oliver laughed, then
gasped when Drew clamped long fingers around his
dick. God!
Breathless and aching for more than just Drew s
hands, Oliver jammed the key card into the slot. The
lock beeped, the door opened, and they fell into the
room.
Hurry. I want you right now. Drew yanked the
end of Oliver s belt free of the buckle, then flipped
open the button. He pushed at the jeans, edging
them down his boyfriend s hips. Now, baby, now.
How?
Like this. I want you to fuck me just like this.
They tumbled on to the king-size bed in a tangle
of arms and legs. They rolled over twice and nearly
fell off the other side before they stopped with Oliver
ending up on top.
He propped himself on his elbows and studied
his lover s face. Skin flushed, lips and eyes
smudged, it was still the most beautiful face Oliver
had ever seen, caught between boy and girl, public
mask and private revelation.
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