dominic .
THE FIRST TIME he hears about it , he thinks his pals were clowning him . but fuck , seeing chase up on that stage in the flesh ( and with those shorts on ) , he feels like cold water’s just been dumped all over him . dominic watches the way he moves , flexible just like always , just like he remembers it . but as his eyes continue to track him , he notices the other patrons as well — notices how their eyes seem to rival his want . and he doesn’t like it .
when dominic catches chase’s gaze , he smirks as he raises a brow . he watches chase saunter off the stage and of course , watches him find his way right in front of him . dominic breathes in deeply , having trouble keeping hands to himself , especially with alcohol running through his system . he swallows and doesn’t bother with a proper greeting , opens up instead with a , ‘ how much for a private show ? ’
HE TRIES TO IGNORE the way dominic’s gaze lingers on his skin , the arousal clear in his voice when he asks chase the question he was not expecting . he expected teasing , a scolding or two , not for the man he’s still hung up on to ask for a private dance . he’s less shy than usual though , a buzz running through his blood stream as glitter glistens on his sweaty skin .
“ depends how long you want me , ” the sultry timbre slips before he can stop it , still reeling with confidence from his earlier performance . he trails nimble fingers down dominic’s side , hooking them into his waistband to feel his knuckles brush his heated skin . “ it’s more if you want to touch . ”
