Gideon laughed. “Well, I’ll leave you boys to get acquainted.” He nodded at Dylan. “Take your time, relax. Whenever you’re ready, we’ll set up the scene with you and your chosen co-star.” He bid them goodbye and exited the rec room.
The other twin slinked closer to Hal who eagerly welcomed his presence. “I’m Mickey,” the boy breathed and spider-walked his fingers up Hal’s chest.
“Well, hello, Mickey.” Hal smiled. “I have to say, I’m a huge a fan.”
Mickey pursed his lips and trailed his hand down Hal’s torso, brushing his palm on Hal’s bulging crotch. “Howhuge?”
“Massive.”
The boy curled his fingers around Hal’s package and gripped. He grinned. “You don’t lie.”
“Never.”
Hal was right within his element. Dylan was not. Though he couldn’t deny the tingling these boys gave him, the sensation was far outweighed by anxiety and doubt. He was teetering on a line that, once crossed, could never be uncrossed. For the rest of his life, he would have to live with the reality that he’d let another man fuck him. Possibly forever question his sexuality. It would be a secret that he spent every day trying to hide, terrified of being found out. He couldn’t do this. Why the hell had he thought hewantedto?
His stare fell on Hal’s grinning face. Oh, right—that’swhy. It baffled the fuck out of him why he couldn’t saynoto the guy—even when it came to something as life-alteringthis.
“Why don’t you come over and get acquainted?” Marcus smiled sweetly and led him across the room to the sofa that was occupied by three other guys. Marcus urged the guys to make room for Dylan.
“That’s…that’s all right,” Dylan mumbled. “I’ll stand.”
He jumped when Hal slapped him on the back. “Relax, baby.” Hal laughed. “This is the land of no inhibition. Forget about the world outside and fuckingenjoyyourself.”
Easy for Hal to say. He lived the same life out there as he did in here. Hal was out and proud and didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought about it. That wasn’t the case for Dylan. He wasn’t certain he even liked dick and sure as shit wasn’t convinced he wanted to date and fuck men when he returned to his life out there.
“You look like you’re having second thoughts.” The guy was about Dylan’s age with an athletic build. His smile was warm and genuine as he held out his hand. “Garrett North.”
Dylan shook. “Kind of. Yeah.”
Garrett chuckled. “Don’t sweat it. You’re in control. You only do what you want to do. Gideon will understand if you change your mind.”
“What the fuck, man?” Lucas interjected. “Why do you always do this?” He scowled at Garrett. “Stop showing them the door.”
Shaking his head, Garrett sighed and smiled. “I’m not showing him the door. But if he’d rather walk out the door than stay here, then that’s his choice. No one should feel like they have to be here.”
Dylan liked this guy.
“You don’t want to leave…do you?” Marcus hugged his arm and gazed up at him with pleading eyes. “If you stay, you’ll have so much fun.” He smiled, and his blue eyes sparkled. “I promise.”
Garret looked at the other boy with warm affection. “He does speak true. There is much fun to be had here. But only if youwantto have fun.”
“He loves having fun.” Hal thrust his arm around Dylan’s neck and kissed his head. “Don’t ya, buddy?”
Dylan shrugged him off with a short, anxious laugh. “Usually.”
“Well.” Hal grinned. “Don’t stop now.”
The guys laughed and agreed with Hal. Garrett gave him a look of amused sympathy and shrugged.
“Sit.” Marcus tugged him, and Dylan nearly lost his balance, plopping down between two of the guys. Marcus laughed and tumbled onto his lap.
“Shit,” Hal hooted and squeezed Mickey against him. “You two boys are something else.”
“Got that right,” Garrett agreed.
Marcus snickered and settled crossway on Dylan’s lap as he hooked one arm around his neck and caressed his free hand down Dylan’s torso, snagging the button of his pants. “So…you want a hand job first?” He grinned and grazed his soft lips across the corner of Dylan’s mouth. “Or ablowjob?”
“Very subtle, baby.” Garrett chuckled and stepped over, hoisting Marcus off Dylan.
“Hey.”
“You heard Gideon.” Garrett laughed. “Give him some space and don’t overwhelm him.”
“I didn’t hear him say that,” Marcus mumbled with a smile.
Dylan decided he had an ally in Garrett North and felt a little more at ease.
