Love On Display
chapter 4
Richie's eyes widened, his mouth turning dry as he recognised the young man dancing for him. A silent bubble of laughter rose in his throat; so that's why Tico and Alec were so eager to get going. They'd all planned this as a prank for his birthday. And one hell of a prank it was.
He glanced to his side at David, frowning slightly at the look of extreme embarrassment on the younger man's face. If this was all planned, why was he looking so shocked? A look out the corner of his eye revealed similar expressions of Tico and Alec's faces as they stubbornly looked elsewhere. Richie couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn't planned after all. But why then would…
Richie's attention was wrenched back to Jon when he felt the other man's hands move to his shoulders, Jon standing straddling his thighs. Richie swallowed hard, feeling his mouth go dry. Unconsciously he ran his eyes down Jon's lithe form. He was only wearing eyeliner and a small black leather g-string, neither of which covered very much. His shoulders and chest were dusted with gold and his nipples were rouged and tight.
The music started playing again and Jon swayed in time to the beat, speeding up with the music until he was grinding over Richie's lap, hands playing over the guitarist's chest. Jon's eyes were squeezed shut, a fiery blush on his face as he tossed his head back, exposing his pale throat.
Richie squeezed his hands into fists on the bench next to him, desperately trying not to reach out and touch Jon. He could feel his jeans getting tighter and tighter as he got more turned on, Jon's fingers snaking further and further down his chest to his stomach. He moaned quietly and shook his head; this was Jon. He wasn't getting turned on; he didn't want to grab Jon and fuck him senseless. It was just a natural reaction to…
He whimpered as the music stopped and so did Jon, pulling away from him completely and sliding out from the booth and striding across the club towards the bar as quickly as he could. Richie followed him with his eyes, mesmerised by the sway of that ass and disgusted by the way other men were reaching out to grab him and cat calling.
Richie sighed and ran his hands over his face. His glass was empty so he grabbed Tico's and drained it in one. "Uhmm." He shifted in his seat, moaning under his breath as he rubbed his hard-on against his jeans. "What... uhh…" He shook his head and stood up, pushing past Alec. "I have to… I… Gotta… I have to talk to him."
"What…. What just happened here?" David forced out as he watched Richie leave.
Alec shook his head. "Dunno. Wasn't expecting that though."
"No shit," Tico laughed dryly. "But I'd say… " He exhaled heavily. "We definitely took Rich out on a night he ain't gonna forget!"