Page 204 of Seasons of Love
I took Fred's hand and pulled him toward the mass of bodies grinding and moving with the song.
Fred was taller and bigger than me, so I placed myself with my back to his front and wrapped his hands around my waist. We moved together to the rhythm of the song. Maybe it was the alcohol or the funky mood I was in, but suddenly I felt I needed more than the innocent grinding that we always defaulted to when we came out dancing.
When Fred first came to the center, he'd crushed hard on Isaac, who was at first totally unaware and then unavailable. Since then, I hadn't seen Fred with anyone, which wasn't to say he didn't date.
We had this unspoken agreement that we wouldn't take things any further than the drunken kiss we'd shared a few months ago. We both knew it wouldn't lead anywhere and could ruin our friendship.
Today, however, with his hardness grinding against my ass and his hands roaming my chest, I was ready to let go of that agreement and ask him to fuck me five ways into Sunday.
Fred was totally my type: taller than me, bigger and stronger, someone who lives to care for others. Maybe for tonight, I could pretend that we were into each other and I could chase the loneliness away. Just for tonight.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" he said in my ear. It was loud enough to be heard over the thump thump of the music, but quiet enough that his low voice and his breath on my ear made me shiver and my jeans tighten.
I turned around, and as he took in a breath when our hips lined up, Fred's eyes went dark and searching.
"Been a while for you, too?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said, running a hand through his short beard. "You know we shouldn't."
"I know. Don't you sometimes just want to forget about all the shouldn'ts?"
"More often than I care to admit."
"Do you ever give in?"
"No," he said. No further explanation needed.
I placed a light kiss on his lips and rested my head on his shoulder as we swayed along with the music.
We stayed a little longer in the club and then Fred drove me home since he'd had nothing else to drink after the first two, and that had been hours ago. Despite my initial plan for the evening, I wasn't half as drunk as I thought I would have been, considering the amount of shots and beer I'd downed earlier in the evening.
"Thanks for watching out for me, sweet cheeks," I said, taking the house keys from my pocket.
"Anytime, babe."
Fred paused, like he was considering what to say next.
"Tiago, you know I'd tell you if I could, right?"
I nodded. That was all he needed to say. I had to be patient and soon he'd be able to let me in on what he was working on, especially if there was a chance of it leading to the location of my brother.
Fred kissed me on the cheek and left.
I hated going to bed without a shower, especially if I'd been out dancing. It was nice getting clean of the club smells, the sweat, beer, and bitter disappointment of coming home alone.
The hot water felt like heaven on my skin.
While my dick was all up for playing earlier, now it was truly out for the night. Maybe the alcohol did have an effect on me after all. Still, I had a weekend of packing and moving ahead of me, so I went to bed hoping for a peaceful night without the usual nightmares that consisted of all the horrible things that may have happened to my little brother in the last eight years.
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VÍTOR
"Mr. Alves, can I call you Vítor?"
"Of course."
He nodded. "And please call me Bernardo. Don't take my question in the wrong way, I am very pleased that you agreed to meet with me. My question is, why now?"
