Reservations

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Thane had come up with the brilliant toy idea three days ago. The following day, he’d begun one-clicking. He’d had everything charged and ready to go before he’d ever said a word to Levi. And Thane’s plan for the evening had been to explore and prod every inch of Levi. He’d planned to use them on his guy, give Levi a little bit of the decadent pleasure Levi gave him so willingly.

There would be alcohol involved, also probably lots of bartering, swearing to do whatever Levi wanted for all of eternity, then on to lots of toe-curling pleasure. But that perfect plan had blown up in his face, and he sat, downing one vodka after another, trying to dull the hard-on he’d been sporting all evening.

Surprisingly, butt plugs worked really well, and that completely sucked. Well, in this situation, it sucked. He was fucking hard as hell, and Levi kept teasing him, brushing against him, and twice that night he’d conveniently dropped a napkin right in front of him then proceeded to bend over and pick it up in a lewd manner. Oh, Levi knew exactly what he was doing.

Levi would pay for every time he pushed that damn button on his phone. Thane was certain. He tossed the remaining ice cubes in his mouth and stared at his boyfriend who didn’t seem to understand that he was in fact Thane’s boyfriend. What the hell was that even about?

Thane had spent a month now trying to show that man how much he meant to him, and Levi had seemed stunned silent at the idea of moving in together. How could that even be? Hell, they didn’t spend Tuesday, Friday, and Saturday together—they spent every single evening together and two, sometimes three, overnights a week together. Things had only gotten better between them with time. Well, at least for Thane. Clearly, Levi wasn’t at all on his same page.

Upset, which technically might border pouting, Thane spotted Levi chatting with the Marlboro Man. Thane didn’t have a history of ever being jealous. Not really. He was the opposite of jealous, but Thane had grown to sincerely dislike that man. Three times in the last two weeks he’d considered pulling the guy’s membership. There was no question that man wanted Levi, and fucking hell if he didn’t think Levi turned it on a little too strong. All those smiles he gave that man. Levi was usually stingy with his smiles. Dammit, unfounded jealousy was hard to tame.

“Hey, papi,” Julian said, coming to the table. “How’s married life?”

“Stop saying tha—” He hissed, electricity jolted through his body, his ass cheeks clenched together as he grabbed for the edge of the table and ground his jaw. Halfway through his sentence, that on edge feeling started buzzing then suddenly and powerfully rushed through him. Motherfucker. Fucking hell and every variation of the word fuck applied right then. He was going to lose it. His body quivered as he tried to remain poised. Who knew he’d have such a reaction to that damn vibrating butt plug?

Everything around Thane faded except the pulsing in his ass. Damn it, heat washed over him. He screwed his eyes shut and absorbed the vibration. The damn thing lit him up as if it were Levi’s own finger teasing him. His dick was so hard it hurt and his balls so full they ached. Thane flexed his ass cheeks, loosening his grip on the table and letting out a pent-up breath as the pulsing slowed. His body calmed, and he quickly tried to regain his composure as he glanced over at his smartass manager.

Julian’s brows lifted and a knowing gleam flashed in his eyes. “What just happened? That’s your ‘O’ look. Care to let me in on whatever it is that has you so coiled up?” Julian asked.

Thane couldn’t even answer as he lowered a hand, pushing the heel of his palm into the base of his hard-as-stone cock. Too many more of those unexpected moments and he was going to blow his load right there.

When he gained a little more control, he turned and scowled at Levi who was walking away from the Marlboro Man, looking hot as hell in nothing but those skimpy black briefs. Levi smirked at him before walking up to the bar beside Quinn. Thane tracked his feisty waiter the whole way, tempted to get off his stool and drag Levi to the office and fuck that smug grin off his handsome face. He almost did when Levi leaned across the bar and stuck his ass out. His guy even had the audacity to glance back over his shoulder and blow him a kiss. Yeah, Levi would pay.

“Butt plug?”

“He’s fucking driving me insane. I don’t know if I’m coming or going. I can’t fucking think of anything but him. I’m messing up all parts of my life because I’m so fucking jacked up over him, and now he does this. What the fuck is wrong with me? He’s got me so turned on all the damn time. I would fuck him right here if I could, and he knows it. He’s toying with me.” Thane looked over at a somewhat stunned, but mostly amused Julian. Shit! His stomach muscles tensed up, he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. Damn it if Levi hadn’t lit him up again, this one lengthier than any before.