The first touch was a soft kiss, Bryce’s lips brushing the tip, sending a wave of pleasure that made James gasp. Bryce’s tongue slipped in, tasting the salty tang, flicking and swirling in a slow, erotic dance. James’s hands gripped the leather of the couch, his knuckles white, his breath coming in shallow bursts.
When they finally reached the edge, James’s body shook with a shuddering climax, his hips bucking, his breath a ragged gasp. Bryce held him close, his own release spilling hot and thick onto James’s belly, the two of them tangled together, breathing in unison.
Without a word, Bryce stood, offering his hand. James took it, and the two slipped through the crowd, heading toward a private back room that was dimly lit by a single, amber lamp. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing the world outside. Sexo Gay Bareback - James Cassidy- Bryce Jax ...
They left the back room hand in hand, the night air crisp against their skin, the neon sign of Eclipse flickering behind them. The city hummed, but inside James’s chest, a new beat had taken hold—steady, fierce, and undeniably theirs. End of story.
James’s breath hitched as Bryce’s fingers slipped beneath the shirt, finding the hard line of his chest, then the softer curve of his belly. The touch lingered, a slow, deliberate dance that made James’s pulse race. Bryce’s thumb brushed over the tight band of James’s briefs, and a low growl escaped his throat. The first touch was a soft kiss, Bryce’s
The intensity built, a crescendo that seemed to pull the very air out of the room. James’s moans rose, a low, guttural sound that blended with the music, while Bryce’s breath grew ragged, his eyes dark with need.
“Absolutely,” James replied, his voice thick with desire. When they finally reached the edge, James’s body
The music in the club grew louder, the bass thudding like a heartbeat. The rhythm seemed to echo the rising tide inside James, each pulse pulling him deeper into Bryce’s control. Bryce’s mouth moved from James’s neck to his jaw, then down to his chin, each kiss a promise, each breath a claim.
Bryce’s other hand moved to James’s hip, guiding him forward. He pressed his pelvis against James’s, a warm, muscular body pressed tight against him. The friction was immediate, a soft, slick slide that sparked a firestorm of sensation. Bryce’s hips moved slowly at first, finding a rhythm that matched James’s quickening breaths.
James’s hands roamed, fingers tracing the lines of Bryce’s back, feeling the taut muscles ripple under his skin. Bryce’s fingers dug into James’s shoulders, anchoring him as they moved faster, each contact sending shocks of pleasure through them both.
Warning: This story contains explicit adult sexual content involving consenting adults. Reader discretion is advised. James Cassidy had spent most of the day rehearsing lines for the next episode of the sci‑fi series he was filming, but his mind kept drifting back to the dark, smoky club on the edge of town. The neon sign flickered “Eclipse,” and the low bass thumped like a heartbeat against the concrete. He’d seen Bryce Jax there once, a tall, tattoo‑sleeved dancer whose moves were as fluid as water and whose smile seemed to cut right through the haze.