Fiction Friday

Chapter Two of Club Fantasy

"Sir?" A hard hand landed on his shoulder, heavy and sure, and Kody spun around, expecting some sort of a fight. It would fucking figure, given that he'd just won the fucking jackpot here.

He'd never won shit in a casino and he was feeling fucking lucky.

"Yeah?"

"The managers would like to see you at the High-Rollers table, please. To discuss your winnings." Goddamn, that man was big. No, not big. Gargantuan. Like a frigging semi truck big.

"Sure. Sure. There something I get to prove I won here, honey? I ain't just walking away on your word." He was born at night, not last night.

Godzilla-in-a-Suit reached down, plucked a gold coin out of the little tray and plopped it right in his hand. It was heavier than it looked and said "fantasy" on it.

Okay. Cool. That worked.

The managers were sitting at a huge-assed black bar, one just looking like a Greek god, all blond and buff, the other one all dark and sleek and dangerous.

Christ, he needed to get laid.

"Howdy, y'all. Your boy here said you wanted to see me?"

The blond smiled at him, cigarette quirking in his lips. "Actually, you want to see us, you simply haven't figured that out yet."

"What my partner means, young man, is that you've won a very special jackpot and, well, you seem ripe to collect your winnings."

Kody felt a frisson of heat slip-slide up his spine. Shit. That sounded like a come on.

Really.

"Well, I."

The blond's grin widened, the blue eyes somehow knowing, wicked. "Yes. Well. You have your token, sir?

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it."

"Take it to the bar, then. You'll know when to use it."

"The token? For a drink? Y'all, that's a piss poor jackpot."

The dark guy hooted like a fool, little goatee just sucking up the light. "You'll have a balance in your account when you cash in, cowboy. This? Is a bonus."

"Yes." The blond touched his arm and he went painfully hard, the lights sparkling behind his eyes. "Go. Dance. Drink at the bar. Someone's waiting."

***

The music was loud enough that his fucking hat brim vibrated, the rings in his nipples doing the same. Lord, did love coming to the city.

He'd been rubbing and dancing and boogying for hours, the beer making it nice and loose, the company making it hot as all fuck. Somebody came up behind him, hands on his hips, teeth teasing his nape and cock teasing his ass just for a moment before moving away, leaving room for another man to come and rub, another body to lean against.

The song faded into something lazy and slow and Kody chuckled, headed for the bar. He hadn't found someone to polish belt-buckles with.

Not yet.

"Need a Bud Lite, man."

"You got it." The bartender took a good long look, and licked his lips. That coin seemed to burn in his palm and he reached out, about to drop it into the outreached hand when a hard, square hand reached out, caught it as it fell.

"Put that on my tab, Barry."

He looked over and found a tall, sexy man smiling at him, his coin sliding into one pocket as his fucking ears rang. Tight jeans, bare top with celtic armbands around both upper arms, and something tribal about six inches in diameter over his heart. The guy had light brown hair and eyes to match, a real nice smile, too.

"Howdy, stranger." He tipped his hat, knowing he looked pretty goddamn good himself, in his painted on jeans and his black t-shirt.

That smile got wider, lighting up the eyes and a big hand was held out to him. "Name's Sam."

"Kody." His hand fit in there right pretty, goddamn, and his prick just went 'hello!'

Sam didn't squeeze too hard, and he didn't let go right away, either. Warm and solid, Sam's hand lingered and then slowly let go. He was given a long, slow once over, and Sam licked his lips. "Nice to meet you, Kody."

Oh, man. That was fine as frog hair. Lord, he could drink Sam up with a spoon. "Ditto."

His beer came and he guzzled it down, throat working as the icy brew cooled him down.

"I'll have a coke, Barry." Sam might have been talking to the bartender, but those eyes were on him, making him aware of every swallow he took.

"You not a big drinker?" He stuck with beer; it served him well.

Sam shrugged, muscles shifting under his skin. "Not once I see something I want -- I like to have a clear head." Those brown eyes kept him in their sights.

"Clear is good. Knowing what you want is better." He put his empty on the bar, hips moving to the music. "You dance?"

"I'll dance with you." Sam drained his Coke quickly. "You wanna?"

"Yeah." Hell, yeah. He wanted, balls to bones. He turned on his boot heel, led Sam out to the dance floor, shaking it all the way.

Sam was right behind him, tailgating in the best possible way. "You paint those jeans on, Kody?"

"Mmmhmm. Me, a paintbrush, and a bottle of paint."

Sam chuckled, hands sliding to wrap around his hips, tugging him in closer. "I bet you need help getting out of them."

"You think? You have a way with zippers?" Kody found Sam's rhythm, thigh sliding between Sam's.

"Mmm... A way with zippers, with asses..." Sam's hands slipped back to his, tugging him in closer so they could rub up against each other's thighs.

"Yeah? You think you can handle a cowboy ass?" You think you can make it worth my while?

"I do." That confidence was sexy as hell.

"Cool." This wasn't his first rodeo, not by a long shot, but lord knew he could use a good, hard ride.

Sam's hands squeezed his ass, and when the song slid back into something slow, their movements matched the new rhythm, Sam rubbing up on him.

"Mmm. Been looking for someone to polish my... buckle." He got his arms around Sam's shoulders, held on good and tight.

"I want to polish a lot more than your buckle, cowboy."

"Promises, promises." He'd like to see that. Yessir.

"I'm a man of my word." Sam's voice had gone low and husky, sliding through him like good whiskey. Oh, that did good things in the vicinity of his balls. "And I have toys back home, Kody. A sweet little dildo I've been saving for something special." Sam squeezed his ass again.

Oh, now, that sounded hot as a two dollar pistol. "You're assuming I'm into that sort of thing, honey."

"It would be a damn shame if you aren't. A real shame."

"It surely would."

Another man came up behind him, rubbed against his ass, hands battling a little with Sam's. Sam squeezed his ass tighter, turning them as they danced. Making a claim. "It's getting a little crowded here."

"It is." And Sam was a little grabby. Kody sorta liked it. "You said you had a place close?"

"I said I had toys at my place, but yeah, it's close. Just around the block." Sam nodded toward the bar. "Barry'll vouch for me."

"I can take care of myself, Sam." He liked to get fucked, but he wasn't a fucking light-weight.

"Well then what do you say we get out of here and see if you like this dildo as much as I think you will?"