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He couldn’t imagine ever feeling this way about a bunch of fags in some LA nightclub.
Self hate much?
Even when he tried fantasizing about others when he jerked off—since thinking about girls was a useless mood-killer—he more often than not ended up envisioning Ryder’s muscular body, his silky hair, his handsome face. Top. Bottom. Handjobs. Blowjobs. Touching. Kissing. It was always all about Ryder and his big veiny hands, stiff cock, and firm ass.
He wasn’t used to being checked out, and yet as they walked back to their room, he couldn’t get the feeling of gazes glued to his skin out of his mind. He wasn’t sure whether he liked that feeling or not, but what he was certain of was that he’d like to get more comfortable around male bodies that were not forbidden.
He liked to think that any of the Nails would do the same for the club.
Not true ryder.
They wouldn't.
