“That’s real confidence right there. I don’t get guys who get so skittish around gays. Like, what am I gonna do? Jump you? What do they think? That a guy is gonna lose his mind because they whipped out their dick? I’ve got the same equipment, so it’s nothing new,” he babbled in an attempt to make things less weird after the splash of piss hitting the bucket echoed in the container.
And yet, Dex was most definitely losing his mind. His cock was the one at the reins.
Hammer was such a fine man and made even the most natural of things, from eating chips to pissing, interesting to watch. How was Dex not to react to such raw masculine energy?
“Don’t get that either. I think those kinds of men are just afraid of what’s inside them. It shows weakness,” Hammer said, shaking off the last few drops before putting his cock back in place.
Dex wasn’t a water sports kinda guy, but he would have licked the cockhead clean if asked for it.
He settled on tasting the beer instead. “Exactly. I’ve met guys who sometimes do gay stuff but call themselves straight and live a straight life. That’s cool too. Like, who is gonna tell them what to do with their dicks? Kinda ballsy if you ask me.”
Hammer sat on the floor close to the bars and sighed, staring somewhere past Dex. “Yeah. Live and let live, right? Gay and straight people don’t really differ that much anyway. I can see you also like horror,” he said, pointing at Dex’s T-shirt.
Bingo.
“Oh yeah? You too?” Dex grinned, looking down at the cartoon Pinhead. “I like the extreme ones. How about you? Got a favorite?”
Hammer’s mouth stretched into a smile, which made his dimples deepen as he leaned forward until dark hair obscured his eyes. “From the classics?Hostel. I like them gory.”
“Fuck yeah,Hostel!” Dex jumped out of his chair in excitement, but then got down to sit on the floor across from Hammer and clinked their beer cans through the bars. “I love that shit. My uncle says it’s brain rot, but he watches those classic action movies from the nineties as if they were his religion. I mean,The Predatorhas merit, but how is the exploration of human urges at their most primitive dumb?”
“I know, right? For a man his age, your uncle is really old-fashioned. It’s like he’s a boomer in the body of a forty-year old. How is living with him?”
"His fortieth is only next year. He'd be so pissed off if he heard you say that.” Dex shook his head and had more beer. “He tries to put a lid on me, but you can’t contain all this.” He moved his hands up and down in front of his body. “I’m a grown fucking man, and I gotta live my own life, you know? He thinks he’s giving me a job, but in reality, I’m just sticking around because I can see he needs a hand and can’t employ just anyone for this kind of shit.” Maybe it wasn’t exactly true, but he couldn’t look like a loser in front of a guy like Hammer. “I’m looking at my options, gaining experience.”
“You definitely have potential. I noticed you when I was last here. Keep up the good work and you might find yourself doing important things in the future,” Hammer said and put down his beer.
Dex’s heart sped up. Hammer had noticed him? “I really think so. I’m not afraid of anything. Just like the guys in your MC, I need to be free and get to spread my wings.”
Hammer shrugged. “You’re known to us, and your uncle works with the club. You could prospect.”
Dex’s dick-muddled brain came to a halt, and he stared at Hammer with a whole new type of attention. “I could?” Maybe hecould. If he hung out with the bikers more, expanded his repertoire of jobs… “I could. I’m a good shot actually.”
“Really? You gotta show me some time,” Hammer said and glanced at the steel ceiling, as if contemplating something. “It’s just… I guess even the most liberated of people aren’t allowed to dosomestuff.”
Dex snorted. “I bet you get to do whatever you want… When you’re not in a cage,” he added.
Hammer shrugged. “I’m not complaining. Though… the Demon Brethren MC is still a biker club. Sure, times have changed, but it’s one thing to work with someone who fucks guys and another to have him as your brother, you know.”
Dex was once more thrown a curveball and zeroed in on Hammer. Was he saying what Dex thought he was saying? Sparks seemed to jump off the bars between them when Dex met pale gray eyes, and his mouth dried.
“You think it would be unacceptable?” His prospecting dreams were being crushed before they even grew wings.
“I don’t know. We never had a gay member. You’d be the first guy who doesn’t like pussy,” Hammer said with a little smile. “But I could sponsor you. I don’t mind.”
Dex smirked, feeling flattered by this expression of support. “An equal opportunities kind of guy. I like it,” he said and passed Hammer another beer.
Hammer shook his head. “Nah, if I drink any more, I might say things I don’t want to.”
Dex swallowed, but put the beer down within Hammer’s reach. Hammer had hooded eyes, which made him look so dark and dreamy. The way a strand of his brown hair just about tickled his eyebrow, the way he ran the tip of his tongue over his top lip, and how his scent seemed to invite Dex closer, all combined into a concoction more intoxicating than the beer ever could be.
“Like what? We gotta pass the time somehow.”
He would love to pass the timeunderHammer. Or over him. Whatever worked, and whatever got him closer to that dick.
Hammer cleared his throat and squeezed his empty can. “It’s… complicated.”
“How so?”