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Here’s a bit more from SAMMY, my story for the Project Fierce, Chicago, Anthology. In this bit, John takes Sammy home.
“Come on honey, let me get you home.”
“No. I want to dance some more.” Pouting, Sam flung off his arm and headed for the dance floor, promptly tripping when his pink pumps caught on the uneven flooring. He giggled when John helped him up. “Okay, maybe you’re right.” He gave John a sly look. “We can do a different kind of dancing there.”
John swallowed hard. “Sure.” Remembering the cold night, he slipped an arm around Sam’s slim waist, loving the silky feel of his dress under his fingertips as he guided him to the bar and asked for a cab. Sam’s straying fingers teased him until the driver showed up at the door, and John quickly pulled Sam through the crowd to join him.
Sam snuggled against him for the short ride to his apartment. John flushed under the driver’s smirk when he paid him, then forgot all about him when Sam took his hand and tugged him towards his apartment door. The guy hummed, still keyed up, and John began to worry he wouldn’t be able to resist if Sammy played up to him like he had the last time they’d been together.
His doubt was confirmed when the door to the apartment closed behind them and Sam shoved him against the wall, seized his mouth in a kiss that sent his pulse rioting in his ears. The sweet tongue fenced with his, dissolving his defenses. Wicked fingers trailed down his body and he cried out when his cock was squeezed and held in a firm grip. It took all his will to push the guy back. “Christ, Sam! Let a man breathe.”
“But I want to make you choke,” Sam countered, thrusting his hips against John.
John stifled a groan. “Come to the couch, bad boy.”
Quick as a flash, fury swept over Sam’s pretty face. “Fuck that! You pulled me away—”
They both jumped when a door banged open behind them. “What the hell?”