“Out where?”
“To the club, maybe? I’ll drive so you can drink.”
A flush heated Benito’s neck. “I’m going to need a fucking drink if you still want to do that thing we talked about.”
Mickey laughed. “Fucking in the club instead of getting a room? I was taking the piss, mate, but hey, I’m game if you are.”
Benito rolled his eyes and ducked out of Mickey’s embrace. He wandered off to take a shower. Mickey considered the conversation closed. They’d been to the club together a few times—it was a safe space they were both familiar with. They drank rum and got handsy, then alternated between stumbling upstairs to revisit where it had all begun or going home to love each other all night long in the bed they’d shared since Mickey had brought Benito home for good.
The idea of fuckinginthe club was a new one, for Benito, at least. Mickey had been thinking about it from day one.
Was still thinking about it when Benito came back downstairs dressed in dark jeans and a white shirt that made him look like expensive sin. “Stop looking at me like that,” he said. “Or we’ll be fucking on the couch instead.”
Mickey laughed and retreated to take his own shower.
Half an hour later, they were speeding away from reality in Benito’s car—a different SUV now; he’d sent the old one back and leased a new one to drive his Uber clients around in. He’d never said he’d done it to save Mickey from wondering if there was still coke under the passenger seat, but Mickey knew he had.Fuck, I love him.
And perhaps more importantly, he knew Benito loved him too.
* * *
The club was dark and sultry. Mickey and Benito propped up the bar, Benito drinking lime-spiked rum while Mickey nursed a bottle of water. They stood close together, legs touching, Benito’s arm around Mickey’s shoulder while they talked about anything and nothing.
When the time for talk was over, they kissed, bodies moving with the throbbing pulse of the music, blood heating with every slow sweep of their lips.
Mickey was on fire for Benito. They hadn’t fucked in a couple of days, and he wondered if it had been subconsciously deliberate, so they’d find that magical place right here, where nothing and no one could keep them apart.
He pulled back from Benito’s kiss and found his dark gaze. “We can go home if you want?”
Benito shook his head. “I want you now.”
“Sure?”
“You don’t believe me?” Benito ground his hips against Mickey’s. His dick was rock solid in his jeans, and Mickey’s eyes rolled.
“I believe you,” he said. “Just giving you a way out.”
“I don’t need one from you. Never from you. You’re my fucking world.”
Mickey smiled. Benito was a walking contradiction. Some days he didn’t talk. Others he had so much to say, Mickey couldn’t keep up.
Then there were days like today when he said all he needed to in three concise sentences.I love him.
Mickey kissed Benito again, then led him away from the bar to a quiet corner of the play area. It wasn’t exactly front and centre, but it was exposed enough that anyone who wanted to watch would see them.
Benito took a seat on the chaise. He kept his gaze on Mickey and beckoned him closer. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
“Fix it.”
Benito untucked Mickey’s shirt and popped the buttons. It seemed to find its own way to the floor, and Mickey laughed as Benito scooped it up and draped it somewhere safer. “You’re such a neat freak.”
“Until I get messy with you.”
“I like messy.”
“I know. I live with you.”
Mickey’s heart skipped a beat. “Sometimes I can’t believe that’s a real thing.”