STORY EXCERPT

Ethan Stevenson flipped the cap from the cool bottle with the tip of his thumb and took a long, slow sip of the first beer of the night. Heaven. The bar was quiet tonight, but it was early. He was sure he could find someone to fuck before closing.

All right, so that sounded a little blunt, even for him. He smirked and glanced up as the head bartender, Avani, walked past on the other side of the bar. She stopped and cocked her head.

“What’s so funny, big guy?”

“Nothing.” He tapped the counter with a finger. “Line ’em up.”

She bent over, the generous contents of her tight top entirely lost on Ethan, and retrieved two more beers from a fridge. “I’ll put them on your tab, shall I? Or are you going to actually put money in the register for once?”

He raised an eyebrow as she flicked a stray black hair from her dusky-skinned face. “Tab will be fine, thanks.”

“Thought it might.”

The woman walked off to abuse another customer, leaving Ethan to his thoughts once more.

It had been too long since he was out, and even longer since he’d been out with another person. The relationship with Rory had ended on such a sour note that for the longest time, the idea of dating made him want to punch holes in a wall. Still, it had been long enough. He needed to get back into the game.

He spun on his barstool to take in the sights. There weren’t many yet.

A few overly camp twentysomethings were dancing on the small raised dance floor in the centre of the room, and one or two of the red leather booths were occupied by solo drinkers. Nobody caught Ethan’s eye, especially not the twink who kept winking at him. Who the hell winks these days?

Regardless, he didn’t go for that kind of guy. He wanted someone he could play pool with. Before he bent him over the table and showed him his own cue, anyway.

He adjusted his jeans as he swivelled back to face the bar. It was still early. Someone would show, ideally with a tight body, good hair, teeth...He shook his head. Damn full moon was on the rise. Tendrils of fog crept into his mind, dulling his thoughts and sharpening his already dagger-like senses.

“Damn it,” he muttered as he rubbed his thumb and forefinger against his eyes.

“You all right?”

He glanced up at Avani, who was polishing a glass. “I’m fine.”

Someone dropped onto the stool beside him and rapped their knuckles on the bar. Ethan winced at the too-sharp sound.

“Hey,” the new person said. “Can I get some service here?”

Avani gave him a cursory glance. “In a minute.”

The man muttered under his breath as she fussed with a few more glasses. Ethan restrained a smirk. He’d seen her do it a dozen times to a dozen different people, but it never got old. If she wasn’t feeling friendly, you waited your damn turn.

“You believe this?” the man said to Ethan.

Ethan turned his head just enough to acknowledge the man—typical trendy arsehole with too many beers in him—and grunted in reply.

“I’m a fucking customer,” the man continued. “I should get what I want, when I want.”

Ethan nodded, restraining the urge to rip the man’s goatee from his face. On the best of days, he had a short temper, but when the moon was high and he hadn’t shifted in a while, he was not a man to irritate.

The man slammed his fist on the counter. “Hey! Take my fucking order!”

If Avani was in the least bit fazed, she didn’t let it show. “No.”

The man looked like his head would explode. “What did you say?”

“I said no.” She put her glass on the counter, her hands either side of it. “You’ve had too much. Go home.”

“I’ll say when I’ve had enough.”

The pair argued back and forth as Ethan tried to stay out of it. The man was now standing and leaning over the bar, his face an inch from Avani’s. Thin ice, buddy. And it’s getting thinner.

“Get. Me. Your. Fucking. Manager!”

He screamed the last word, and Ethan could hear the sounds of murmured conversation behind him. Everyone was watching. Avani’s gaze flitted to Ethan’s for just a moment, and he raised an eyebrow. She smiled back at the drunk.

“Sure thing.” She turned to Ethan, tugging one of her many ear-piercings in amusement. “Boss? This gentleman wants a word.”

With a sigh, Ethan climbed from his stool and pulled himself up to his full six-and-a-half-foot height. To the drunk’s credit, he didn’t back down.

“What kind of place are you running here?” he shouted, his fists clenching at his sides. “Rude staff, shit music, and overpriced fucking beer!”

Ethan rubbed at the back of his neck. The hairs were thickening already, and he could feel the pressure in his fingers as his nails tried to lengthen despite his control.

“Leave.”

The man laughed. “Leave?” He glanced around the bar. “Who’s going to make me?”

ADULT EXCERPT

Ethan finished his beer in one swallow, then stood and gestured for Conor to follow. He was so damned hard, the sooner he did something about it, the better. Conor looked nervous as hell, though, so he’d take it as it came.

He led the man to the end of the bar, to a security door with a small combination lock on the handle. He tapped in the PIN, and the door unlocked with a clunk. Conor seemed all the more nervous at having to pass through a locked door, and Ethan could understand why. After all, they’d never met before.

“It only locks on this side,” he muttered as he waved Conor through. “On the way out, you just turn the handle.” Conor nodded, and seemed to relax a little. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything that would get me arrested. Not without a safe word, anyway.”

The man paled again, but a wave of excitement rolled off him at the same time. Ethan thanked his extra senses and let Conor lead the way up the narrow stairs to the office.

“Hell of an ass,” Ethan said as they thumped up the steps.

“Uh, thanks. Yours, too. I mean, I’m sure it is. Not that I’ve seen it, since you’re behind me.”

Ethan chuckled. “Relax.”

“I’m trying, believe me.”

The light was on in the office, but nobody was in there, so Ethan closed the door behind Conor and flipped the latch, in case of unwelcome visitors. He swore under his breath. He hadn’t told Avani, and she sometimes needed to get in, since the change was stored in the safe. He picked up the phone and hit the button to put him through to downstairs. He glanced up at Conor as he waited for her to pick up.

“Take off your pants.”

Conor fumbled with his belt, then unzipped his pants and lowered them to the floor, then, seemingly as an afterthought, did the same with his boxers. He really is new to this. The man straightened again and Ethan got his first look at what his fingers had investigated earlier.

“Nice cock.”

“Thanks,” Avani’s voice came over the phone. “But we women call it a clitoris.”

Ethan coughed in surprise. He hadn’t heard the woman pick up! “I guess I no longer need to explain where I’ve gone, huh.”

Avani laughed. “No, I think I can work it out. Don’t suppose I can come watch?”

“Not in this lifetime.” He twirled his finger at Conor, who dutifully spun around, giving Ethan a 360-degree view. “Want me to leave some change outside the door?”

“Nah, we’re good. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

She hung up, depriving Ethan of a witty comeback. Didn’t matter. He had other things on his mind, anyway. He dropped the receiver onto its cradle and walked over to Conor. He turned the man with one hand, so he was facing away from him, and then pulled him close against his body. Ethan’s cock, still hidden away in his pants, pushed against Conor’s round ass.

“That feels pretty fuckin’ good,” Ethan muttered, as he ground his hips against the man. “I’d like to show you what I can do with an ass like this...” He wrapped his fingers around Conor’s cock. “But we’ll take it slow, hmm? You want me to stop, all you have to do is say.”

Conor gasped as Ethan slid back Conor’s foreskin, exposing the large cockhead.

“You’re a big boy,” Ethan muttered into Conor’s ear. “I bet you brought a lot of pleasure to a lot of women with this, didn’t you?”

Conor didn’t reply, just took another shuddering breath.

“Well, right now it’s mine,” Ethan continued. “And I’ll do what I want with it.” He sped his strokes. “Got a problem with that?”

“No,” Conor managed to whisper. “It’s yours.”

“Glad to hear it.”

Still working Conor’s cock, Ethan encouraged the man to move forward, then turned and moved toward the large window that looked out on the town. Conor resisted, but only for a moment, giving in to Ethan’s gentle pushes.

Ethan continued to manoeuvre the man until he was practically up against the glass, exposing himself to anyone who decided to look up at that moment.

“I think a cock like this deserves to be seen, don’t you?”

Conor only whimpered in reply. Ethan gripped the man’s cock a little tighter and sped his strokes.

“Plus, we don’t want to make a mess in my office, do we?”

With his free hand, he unhinged the window, opening it to the cool night outside. He sped his hand further, squeezing harder as his fingers bumped over the ridge of his cockhead, and Conor began to tense as his orgasm drew near.

Ethan worked him harder still, and gripped him close to his body with his free hand. A moment later Conor groaned and came hard, his cum spurting out of the open window, into the night.

Ethan kept working Conor’s cock until the man begged him to stop, then released the man and spun him face-to-face.

“So,” he said with a smirk. “How was your first gay experience?”

Conor shuddered in the night breeze, then took a deep breath. “Better than I’d hoped.”

Ethan smiled and put his hands on the man’s shoulders. “Well, then, let’s go for experience number two.”