The flirtation had been mild up to that point, but suddenly, Tre was taking it very seriously. The image of this man on his knees, his full lips wrapped around Tre's cock, his cheeks hollowed out, his throat vibrating, and Tre pushing deeper, was too much to ignore. His cock twitched, his erection growing.
"I think it probably wouldn't be too hard to find the right circumstances. Some place more private would be a good start."
"That would ... be an excellent place to start." Tossing back the last of the peanuts, Michael dropped his hand to his lap. Except it wasn't his lap. It was Tre's thigh, and those long fingers were caressing the rigid muscle. "Acoustics are important, I think. If you want to hear me properly."
Acoustics? It took a moment for Tre's mind to catch up with Michael's suggestion, but when it did, his cock jerked again. "I think there's a place with good acoustics around the corner."
Tre stood and tried to discreetly adjust his erection in his jeans before gathering up his bag. He couldn't help but scan the faces in the room, looking for anybody looking at him. Michael wasn't following him, of course. He seemed the type to be smart enough to allow a few minutes to pass before he made his own way to the restroom. Still, if he thought anybody there recognized him, or would notice what was going on, he'd simply keep walking to the elevator bank.
Fortunately, nobody gave him any reason to pause or change direction, and by the time he reached the bathroom, he was rock hard.
It seemed forever before the door swung open again. It took all of Tre's control just to glance up from where he was standing at the sink, hoping to appear nonchalant in case it was someone other than Michael who entered. But there he was, green eyes bright behind his glasses, the line of his erection clear behind the well-cut pants.
Without breaking away from where their gazes met in the mirror, Michael reached behind him and locked the door. "You're not really interested in my theories regarding political civil liberties, now are you?" he asked softly.
Tre turned to face him. "Actually, in general I am." He wrapped his fingers around Michael's wrist, careful not to squeeze him too hard, and pulled him against his chest. He dipped his head, not quite touching Michael's mouth, and inhaled deeply. He just smelled of soap and sweat and Miami humidity. He fit well against Tre's broader frame, and he could already imagine what it would be like to have Michael's long legs wrapped around him. "Right this second? Not really."
"Good. Because I doubt very much I could put one together with you touching me like this." A long hand skimmed over Tre's shoulder, fingertips grazing along his neck where it was exposed by his collar. "May I touch you?"
Tre's hands moved down Michael's back to grip his firm ass. His clothes and the shape of his body were deceptive. Tre could feel his toned muscles tense and jump beneath his fingers. "Please."
Michael lifted both hands to Tre's collar, nimble fingers working at the buttons one by one. As soon as the top three were open, he leaned forward and licked the hollow of Tre's throat, his breath warm and quick where it fanned over the skin.
"I don't know how your good friend got away with fooling your mother," he murmured. "You're one of the most delicious men I've ever seen."
Tre dropped his head back, sighing as Michael explored further with his mouth. Chills cascaded down his back with each swipe of Michael's tongue, and he couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to let Michael taste every inch of his body. This wasn't the time or the place for that. The bar wasn't busy, but if they kept the bathroom locked for too long, somebody would notice.
Tre's hands moved to the front of Michael's body, and he tugged at his belt to free it. He needed to get to Michael's cock, to see if it looked and felt as good as the rest of him. As soon as the button and zipper were open, Tre pushed his hand into Michael's pants, eagerly fisting his hot shaft.
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