poked Ace in the chest. “The perfect blue is out there, Anston, and I’m going to find it.”
Next to him, Fitz cringed. While Ace tried to defuse the situation and Joker did his best to incite a war over the color blue, Laz declared it was time to dance. The music tonight was a mix of upbeat eighties and nineties songs. Frank loved his themed-music nights. Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” burst through the club’s high-end speaker system, and Fitz jumped excitedly. He grabbed Jack’s hand and dragged him at full speed to the dance floor.
They made their way to the middle of the floor, where Fitz spun to face Jack. He lip-synched the song to Jack as he danced with him and around him, his moves a mix of sensual and playful. Fitz’s energy was contagious, and Jack happily let himself get caught up in it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun dancing with someone. Fitz didn’t care where he was or who was around. He lost himself in the music and had fun. Jack loved that about him, loved how he let himself get swept up in the moment. When Haddaway’s “What is Love” came on, they bounced around the floor like a couple of college kids. Red shook his head in amusement at them, while Laz joined in the bouncing.
Ace and Lucky joined in, lip-synching together and making everyone laugh, but when Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” came on, it was Jack’s turn to shine. He winked at Fitz and sang along as he moved around him, hands running over Fitz as he moved suggestively against him. Ace, Lucky, Red, and Laz provided backup air guitar, moving just like the girls in the video. Fitz threw his head back and laughed. Jack lost track of how long they’d been dancing, caught up in the whirlwind that was the amazing man in his arms. Jack’s shirt stuck to his back, sweat beaded his brow, and he was down to his fourth undone shirt button. He ran a hand through his hair when Fitz leaned in and whispered in Jack’s ear, “I’m feeling a little naughty.”
Jack smiled against Fitz’s cheek. “Oh. Well, how can I help?”
Fitz hummed. “You can escort me to one of the back rooms.”
“My pleasure.”
“I’m counting on it.”
They made their way toward the back of the club and the curtained-off areas containing private sections, beyond those a hallway lined with private soundproof rooms. Toward the end of the hall, one of the rooms was open, denoting it was unoccupied, and Jack hurried inside, then locked the door behind them. The room was identical to all the others, and although Jack hadn’t spent much time in them, he knew there’d be a sturdy black coffee table containing a bowl of condoms and bowl of lube packets in front of a black leather loveseat. The room had no windows except for the one on the door behind the black curtain. The rooms might be soundproof, but every member of the club knew what would happen if all parties inside this room weren’t in agreement with what was going to happen there. No one with any sense fucked with Frank and his rules.
Jack had just turned around when he had an armful of Fitz. He lifted Fitz and turned them around, holding Fitz up against the wall with his body.
“Oh God, yes!”
“You drive me crazy,” Jack said, breathless already as they attacked each other’s mouth. “Like my body can’t contain everything I feel with you.”
They rutted against each other, their panting breaths filling the room as their kissing grew desperate. They licked, sucked, and nipped at each other, Jack’s painfully hard cock straining against his jeans.
“I need to be inside you. Fitz.”
“Yes, please, please, please. Against the wall. I want you to fuck me against the wall.”
Jack groaned and put Fitz on his feet long enough for Fitz to shove his pants down and step out of them before Jack had him up against the wall, his long legs wrapped around Jack. Fitz reached down between them and fumbled to unzip Jack’s pants while Jack pulled a packet of lube and a condom out from his jeans pocket. He handed them to Fitz.
“Open the lube for me,” Jack said, breathless.
Fitz hurried to tear at the lube packet with his teeth, then squeezed some onto Jack’s fingers. His eyes all but rolled into the back of his head when Jack slipped his index