Reservations

Levi quickly covered Thane’s hand, trying to stop him. The pressure was too much and felt too good. He had to put a halt to that. “People’ll see.”

“They’ll be envious,” Thane said and continued to stroke him. “Besides, the table drape hides you. It’s why I chose this spot.”

Levi pushed at Thane’s hand until Thane performed another unexpected move and teased his fingers over Levi’s nipples.

“You’re gonna get us in trouble,” Levi whispered, certain that everyone had to be watching them. Thane made him feel so good he almost didn’t care. Almost.

Thane just laughed and tucked his fingers under Levi’s thigh as the drinks came. He picked his glass up, extending it in a toast. “Drink up, lover boy. We’re dancing. I bet you can bounce that ass, something I’m looking forward to watching, then I’m taking you back upstairs and plan to fuck you nice and slow.”

Levi fought to hold back his groan as he lifted his glass. He’d lost his train of thought halfway into the toast. Thane laughed at him, then reached the rest of the way over to clink their glasses together. Levi took a long drink, downing the whole thing as his body heated at Thane’s implication. God, he hoped Thane kept that promise.

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“I think you got me drunk on purpose.” Levi sighed as he swayed to the music, his warm breath tickling Thane’s neck as his head rested on Thane’s shoulder. Thane loved that move more than he wanted to admit—his arms wrapped around Levi, holding him close. He lowered his head to Levi’s shoulder and tightened his arms. His hands had already found their way underneath the T-shirt, skimming the entirety of the skin on Levi’s broad back. After watching Levi endlessly the last several days, waiting tables in that arousing uniform he wore, Thane had plenty of opportunity to see Levi’s muscles in action, even before their hedonistic evening so far. Now, his fingers traced each and every one of those dents and curves as Levi moved in a languid rhythm to the sounds in the bar.

“I don’t think you’re drunk,” Thane said and lifted Levi’s face by the chin, kissing his lips. “You can twerk, and you’re so damn sexy doing it.”

Levi broke out in a brilliant smile, causing Thane’s heart to stutter. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“That’s hard to believe. Your ass is made to bounce. I could watch you all day long. When you’re working, your uniform doesn’t fully cover the curve of your ass, either on the top or bottom. I don’t think you realize that, do you?” Thane slid his fingers along the waistband of Levi’s jeans until he slipped his fingers inside. He pushed them a little lower to feel the indentation leading to his crack. Thank God they’d gotten past Levi’s initial reservations to touching, because he was pretty sure he’d never get tired of exploring this man’s body.

Levi looked confused as he started to lower his head back to Thane’s shoulder. “You fidget, and when you pull them up, your ass cheeks hang out, or when you draw them down over your ass cheeks, I see a little hint of crack. You’re very tantalizing to watch,” Thane confessed, pressing Levi’s head back down to his shoulder.

“I’m having a good time. I needed a good time,” Levi said quietly. It was late, the music not much louder than his speaking voice, making the sweet man in his arms easy to hear.

“Me too. It’s been a while since I enjoyed myself this much.” Shocked at his statement, Thane decided he might be a little tipsy too. Those kinds of words didn’t slip out. But he didn’t remember ever feeling this content. Certainly, never with one man before.

Thane decided to get bolder, wondering just how far Levi would let them go. He wouldn’t have thought his shy, reserved guy would have allowed himself to be fondled under the table or touched on every inch of skin Thane could get to. Now, Thane slid his full hand inside the waistband of Levi’s jeans. He turned the two of them, slowly angling Levi toward the back wall before shoving his hand lower and running his fingers lightly over the top of Levi’s crack, earning an encouraging little groan.

Levi didn’t lift his head, but he moved his arm to remove Thane’s hand from his jeans. “Not here,” he whispered.

Thane grinned. Levi would get used to his depravity. Thane preferred things a little naughty; being sneaky and doing things in public turned him on even more. His hand went back underneath Levi’s T-shirt, slowly sliding up and around, his fingers teasing Levi’s pebbled nipples. Levi’s body concaved to get away from his touch, and this time he lifted his head, staring at Thane as he moved his hand again.

“Not here. It’s not fair.”