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Hips swiveling, Ricky sauntered toward Bobby. When Bobby tilted his head up, his eyes were level with the crotch of Ricky's blue jeans.
Ricky shot Bobby a grin. "Been here long?"
Bobby nodded. "I saw most of the show."
Ricky laughed. He crouched next to Bobby's ear and asked, "Did it turn you on?"
"Human animals get turned on watching other humans fuck, don't ya know? Whether or not we want to. It's kind of a knee-jerk reaction."
Ricky stood. "So you're telling me you would've gotten turned on regardless of who was up there doing it?"
Bobby thought about it. "Maybe."
Ricky's smirked. "Bullshit."
Bobby shrugged. "Okay. You're more fucking gorgeous than most other people here. Who would I rather watch? You, of course. But, then again, I'd also be happier if I actually fucked you myself."
"Hey, you were the one who got all pissy when I came by last week."
"'Cause it was, like, two-thirty A.M. and I had a major client early the next morning. And ... you were drunk." He paused and looked at him. "It's not like I don't love having sex with you. You know that."
Ricky leaned back into his hip and gave Bobby a seductive look.
"Come on," he said. "Let's get a drink."
Bobby was aware of numerous eyes on Ricky and him as they walked toward the small bar in the room. He had to admit, he liked people knowing he was with the guy they were all drooling over. And he liked knowing he was more to the pretty boy than just a one-time fuck.