When the final “cut” echoed through the set, James slipped into a black cab and asked the driver to take him to Eclipse. The ride felt longer than it should have been, the city lights blurring past as his pulse quickened.
For a moment, they lay still, the world outside the club a distant hum. Bryce pressed a gentle kiss to James’s forehead, his lips warm, his fingers tracing lazy circles on James’s skin.
The room seemed to shrink, the walls fading away until only the two of them existed in that amber glow. Bryce slid his hand beneath James’s waistband, his thumb grazing the slickness of his arousal. James gasped, a sharp intake of breath as Bryce’s fingers teased, then slipped a thumb inside, finding the throbbing rhythm that matched the beat of the music outside.
“James,” Bryce said, his voice low and husky, “I’ve been waiting for you.” Sexo Gay Bareback - James Cassidy- Bryce Jax ...
The air was thick with anticipation. Bryce leaned down, his mouth finding James’s neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down James’s spine. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, tasting the salt of each other’s skin. Bryce’s hand slid lower, slipping between James’s thighs, his fingers brushing the slickness there, then finding the entrance to his desire.
The first touch was a soft kiss, Bryce’s lips brushing the tip, sending a wave of pleasure that made James gasp. Bryce’s tongue slipped in, tasting the salty tang, flicking and swirling in a slow, erotic dance. James’s hands gripped the leather of the couch, his knuckles white, his breath coming in shallow bursts.
A soft sigh escaped James, and he turned his back to Bryce, exposing the smooth plane of his hips. Bryce’s hands moved with practiced ease, slipping under James’s shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, teasing the edge of James’s waistband. The contact was electric, a promise of what was to come. When the final “cut” echoed through the set,
A low moan escaped James’s lips, and he turned his head to meet Bryce’s gaze. Their eyes locked, a silent conversation passing between them—no words needed. Bryce’s hand moved to James’s chest, his other hand still working in slow, measured circles, building a tension that seemed to pulse in time with the music.
They left the back room hand in hand, the night air crisp against their skin, the neon sign of Eclipse flickering behind them. The city hummed, but inside James’s chest, a new beat had taken hold—steady, fierce, and undeniably theirs. End of story.
James’s breath hitched as Bryce’s fingers slipped beneath the shirt, finding the hard line of his chest, then the softer curve of his belly. The touch lingered, a slow, deliberate dance that made James’s pulse race. Bryce’s thumb brushed over the tight band of James’s briefs, and a low growl escaped his throat. Bryce pressed a gentle kiss to James’s forehead,
“Good night, Bryce,” James replied, a smile curving his lips as he felt the afterglow settle, a lingering warmth that promised more nights like this, where the world fell away and only the rhythm of their bodies mattered.
Inside, the club was a cavern of low lights, leather booths, and a crowd that moved as one living organism. The scent of sweat, cologne, and cheap perfume filled the air. James pushed his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the room for Bryce. He found him near the back, perched on a high stool, his dark hair glistening under the strobe lights. Bryce’s eyes met James’s and held them, a slow grin spreading across his face.