The Longest Night by Z. Allora

Author:Z. Allora [Allora, Z.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: gay romance
ISBN: 978-1-64405-688-2
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2019-08-18T16:00:00+00:00

BENJAMIN WAS surprised when Foster invited him out to a dance club and not to Entwined. He used to come here in his twenties. The Pump House always had the hottest DJ in the Capital District, and getting or giving head was never a problem.

Foster helped Benjamin off with his coat and then handed their leather jackets to the coat clerk. As he waited for the claim ticket, he whispered into Benjamin’s ear, “I can’t wait to dance with you.”

The coat clerk handed Foster the ticket. “Here you go, sweetness. I’m versatile, so if either of you or both of you want my number, let me know.”

“I think not.” Foster glared and snatched the ticket. He took Benjamin’s hand and led him into the main room.

There stood the same bar, with stools sitting in front of a mirrored wall. Scarred wooden tables with chairs tucked under them were scattered around a crowded dance floor. The music was so loud the bass thumped right through Benjamin. The air, scented with hope, potential, and a ton of testosterone, encompassed him, making wishes and dreams seem possible.

Foster zigzagged around the tables and jumped into the fray. He waved his hands over his head and twitched his ass to the beat. His long hair swirled around him, following his movements, which were graceful and fluid, as he mouthed the words to the song.

“I almost don’t recognize you,” Benjamin told him as he moved to the music.

Foster grabbed Benjamin’s hand, twirled, and secured it behind his back. He tugged him down so Benjamin’s back arched and his mouth was near Benjamin’s ear. “Recognize me now, Benjamin?”

Benjamin moaned, and he closed his eyes, savoring the rough but careful handling. The feeling of being physically controlled hardened his cock. His “Yes, Master” came out all breathy, but it couldn’t be helped.

Easing his arm back, Foster rubbed Benjamin’s shoulder. “I do like knowing you can handle what I can give.”

“I want to take everything you want to give.” Benjamin’s mouth might be writing a check he couldn’t cash, but he trusted Foster would never take more than he had to offer.

“Let’s get a drink. What will you have?” Foster asked as he guided them toward the bar.

“A beer, any will do. I’ll grab that table.” Benjamin pointed to a quieter table closest to the front window. The neon sign reflected in the cars parked on the street.

He sat and stared at Foster’s movement. When Foster came to the table, he jumped up and pulled out a chair for him.

Foster gave him a nod, acknowledging the move as he opened a bottle, then handed the unfamiliar beer to Benjamin.

“I’ve never had this one. Thanks.”

Once Foster’s bottle was opened, he raised the microbrew to Benjamin. “Here’s to having things neither of us have had.”

Benjamin needed to change the subject or he risked saying things he shouldn’t. “So where did you learn that move?”

Foster shrugged like it was every day he put someone as big as Benjamin in an arm lock. “I’ve been practicing Shorin-Ryu.

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