Page 82 of Pieces of Me

Rylan shot her an appreciative smile. “Thanks, gorgeous. You’re the best.”

Teena tossed her head. “Fuck yeah, I’m the best, and nobody better forget it.” Then she dropped the act, and went on, her tone serious. “See that he gets some rest tonight, and tell him I don’t want to see his skinny white ass anywhere near this club for the next few days, aiight?”

Rylan promised to relay the message, kissed her cheek, and headed back upstairs. Scott was stretched out full length on the couch and appeared to be sound asleep, so Rylan busied himself testing the lighting and changing out the memory card in his camera, letting him rest.

Finally he knelt next to him and put his hand on Scott’s thigh, whispering his name. Scott’s eyes blinked open, the vivid green warm and sleepy. Rylan took a few quick shots before Scott was fully awake, the photoset he wanted to capture clear in his mind’s eye.

“I’m going to move you how I want you, okay? Just relax.” He pushed at Scott’s left knee until it was crooked along the back of the couch, encouraging him to rest his right foot on the floor.

“Arms above your head, please.”

Scott complied and stretched like a sinuous cat, arching his back. Rylan swallowed hard when Scott’s abs flexed with the movement, his hips lifting as he sighed and sank back down onto the cushions with a husky groan.

Jesus.

Rylan took a few deep breaths, cleared his throat, and said, “I’m going to kneel right here and take a few shots, okay?” He patted the end of the couch between Scott’s sprawled legs, and Scott gave a lazy nod.

“What are you going for here, Ry?” he asked, his voice warm and throaty with sleep. “Tell me so I can help.”

Rylan bit his lip. “Well―”

Scott suddenly ran his hand over his face and hair and grimaced. “I should probably fix myself up a little first,” he grunted. “I’ve been dancing, and I’m all sweaty―”

He made to sit up and Rylan put his hand on his knee to stop him. “The way you look is perfect,” he said huskily. “It’s what I was aiming for. You’re flushed and tousled, on the couch, waiting for―”

“Who? My lover?” Scott murmured, his eyes taking on a heated glow. “Mmm. Tell me more.” He crossed his arms behind his head and let his crooked knee fall farther to the side. Rylan held the camera out in front of him, trying to keep his hands from shaking and ruining the shot as he centered Scott on the view screen. Holy shit, he was beautiful, all golden-brown skin and sexy bulge, his full lips parted and green eyes slumberous.

“Get a grip, Rylan,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re a pro, remember?” He cleared his throat and raised his voice so Scott could hear. “Yeah. You’ve met someone at the club and brought them home. Things got hot and heavy on the couch, and the other person excused themselves for a moment. You’re waiting for them to come back.”

“Hmm,” Scott said musingly. “In the interests of accuracy, if that’s the scenario you’re going for, I’d probably be doing this.” Holding Rylan’s eyes with his, he slid his hand slowly down his belly until his fingertips were flirting with the waistband of his briefs. “While I waited, of course.”

Rylan sat there, his gaze fixed on Scott’s hand, until Scott nudged him with his knee. “Gonna take pictures, or just stare?”

Rylan felt his face flush scarlet, and he huffed out an embarrassed laugh. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Taking pictures.” He snapped off several, biting back a groan as Scott slid his hand fully into his underwear and cupped himself, fingers stroking.

“Jesus, Scott,” he breathed, heat pooling low in his abdomen, hyperaware of the fact there were hundreds of people not all that far away. The house music still pounded, but up here in the balcony, away from the speakers, it was more of a dull roar in the background than an all-out onslaught.

Scott gave him a slow wink, a sensual smile curving his lips. “Trying to keep it real here, Rylan.” He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, lips parted. “Mmm, hurry up, lover of mine.”

Rylan put the camera down on the end table and stood, the erection he couldn’t suppress anymore tenting out his jeans. “You,” he rasped, palming himself soothingly, “are fucking dangerous to my sanity.”

Scott’s eyes opened to slits, and he sat up in one smooth motion, draping his arms over the back of the couch, his legs spread wide. “And you,” he countered, “are even more beautiful when you’re turned on. Just sayin’.”

Rylan gasped. His cock throbbed as he fought desperately for control. You’re a goddamn pro, he thought hysterically, swinging around so that his back was to Scott. He could hear the leather of the couch creaking and then sudden warmth behind him, ragged breaths hitting the back of his neck as firm hands settled on his hips.

Scott leaned down and nuzzled the skin under his ear, stringing tiny kisses down the side of his throat. “I got tired of waiting for my lover.” Rylan turned in his arms. He spread his palms on Scott’s bare chest, stroking his thumbs over Scott’s nipples, feeling them pebble and draw up to sharp points. Scott’s breathing became even more uneven, his heart thundering beneath Rylan’s hands.

Scott bent his head until his mouth brushed Rylan’s, and he nipped at his lower lip, his tongue soothing the tiny sting. Rylan groaned, pressing closer, feeling Scott’s hands smooth down his back until they were cupping his ass. He melted against him, twining his arms around Scott’s neck as they kissed hotly, tongues plunging deep. They stumbled toward the couch, and Scott swept Rylan up and lay him down, coming flush over top of him.

“Yes,” he hissed as Rylan spread his legs and pulled them up, his denim-covered knees gliding along Scott’s sides before he locked his ankles high on his back. Scott bent his head and ravaged Rylan’s mouth with his own, the kiss hot and messy as they writhed together on the couch, straining to get closer.

“Get a room, boys!” a voice boomed, and they broke apart in shock, looking up into Jerry’s grinning face. “Hot, but you know better than this, Scotty. Corey’ll have your hide for fucking the help.” He jabbed his thumb toward the security camera set high up in the wall. “Won’t say nothing to nobody, but you gotta knock it off.”

Groaning, Scott pushed off of Rylan and perched on the edge of the couch, scrubbing his hands over his face. “Holy shit.”

Jerry let his eyes wander freely over Rylan, who lay there, frozen, with his legs still splayed, T-shirt rucked up. “Cute.” He winked at them and ran lightly back down the stairs.

Rylan pulled his shirt down and heaved himself up to sit next to Scott, peeking over at him and seeing his face was red.