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Benny
Benny had always known breaking a sweat was the key to a good time.
Example numero uno: a challenging gym routine. It didn’t get much better than a killer workout, did it? The kind that had Benny’s sweat dripping and his muscles shaking.
Mm. So good.
Example numero two: getting pounded, especially if the guy had the stamina to really go at it. Then it was basically like an amazing workout with the added benefit of an orgasm. What wasn’t there to love about that?
And now Benny could add dancing in a gay club in Miami to the list of fun, sweaty activities. Because, man, the sweat wasflowing.
It was almost midnight, and the night was still balmy, the press of bodies writhing to house music on the outdoor stage creating its own toasty heat in addition.
It was the best, every bit of it. Benny had been right to come here for his summer vacation.
Although, the fluid loss from the sweat slicking Benny’s back combined with the flashing lights was actually making him a bit dizzy.
Another drink would fix that.
Benny raised a hand to push his curls back from his head, then remembered he’d buzzed his hair short and gave up halfway, shouldering his way through the crowd to get to the bar. He tried to flag the bartender down but he couldn’t catch the dude’s eye.
No biggie.
And no surprise either. There were so many good-looking men to attend to; how was a guy supposed to choose? Benny had been fighting the urge to ask every other dancer he saw for their gym routine.
At least Benny measured up, he was pretty sure. He’d been putting in extra gym hours the last few weeks. He looked good,andhe had ample videos for his YouTube channel set up to play while he was here. Plus, he was wearing the shortest shorts he’d been able to find in his size, showing off his best assets—thick thighs and a fairly bodacious ass (if he did say so himself).
He wasn’t necessarily looking for someone toplaywith those assets—this vacation was all about chilling and relaxing (chillaxing?)—but he still wanted to be able to hold his own.
Someone bumped into his back, pushing Benny harder against the bar. He turned to find a blond twink in hot pants that put his own shorts to shame tilted up against him.
“Careful, little dude.” Benny righted him with one hand and gave him a “no harm, no foul” smile, turning back to the bar.
The twink let out an annoyed huff behind him, leaving Benny a little confused. It wasn’t like he’d pushed the guy—he’d been standing still. Maybe the little dude had been having a rough night.
“In need of a drink?” asked a low voice next to him, surprisingly clear given the banging music and crowds of people.
Benny turned toward the voice.
Andholy shit. Speaking of good-looking men.
The dude sitting on the stool next to where Benny was leaning on the bar was a total smoke show. He had dark hair falling in waves to his chin, and his eyes were striking—almost turquoise, like the ocean on a clear day. He had more skin covered than the rest of the crowd, but Benny could still tell he had what some would call a sleeper build. Like, he didn’t look overtly buff in his linen button-down, but he had broad shoulders, and those pecs were nothing to sneer at.
The man cocked a brow, his long fingers tapping at his drink. “Well?”
Benny laughed sheepishly. “Sorry, man. I got distracted.” He leaned his elbows on the bar, trying to get close enough to be heard over the din. “Anybody tell you you’re super good-looking?”
The man’s lips twitched. “I might’ve heard it once or twice.”
“Hell yeah you have!” Benny raised his fist for a bump, but the guy only cocked his head, his hands staying on the bar.
Not a fist-bump guy. Fair enough. Benny shot him another grin instead. “But yeah, if you can get his attention, I’d love a drink. I’d owe you one.”
“Would you?” Something dark seemed to flash in the guy’s eyes for a sec. But maybe that was just the effect from the strobe lights. “What would you like, then?”
Benny considered. “Something sweet and fruity I guess? When in Italy or whatever.”
