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Bending rules lead to
such hard things!
Lance
Condroit made up his mind to do what he vowed never to do again. He overheard a
conversation between two men outside the rectory about club Evolve and tonight
he would see it for himself. Lance reached the upscale men’s club, removed his
hard, white collar, and placed it in his jacket pocket. Entering the door, he
was quick to blend into the crowd in search of a little piece of Heaven right
here on earth.
ReligErotica
EXCERPT:
Fire coursed down his throat and into his
stomach where it swirled in the empty pit leaving him breathless. Lance
Condroit had drunk nothing stronger than communion wine since he left seminary
and his intention was to savor his brandy, enjoy a flash of confidence he hoped
his drink would bring. Lance had not expected the dragon blast of heat choking
him as he twisted away so as not to splatter the bar and the men on either side
of him. Liquid left in his mouth splashed the stranger who had jostled him from
behind and caused Lance to gulp the strong liquor in the first place.
The same stranger he’d stolen looks at across
the crowded room.
“Jesus Christ, I’m sorry man.”
Struggling to stem sermonizing words about
using the Lord’s name in vain only choked him more. “My fault,” he finally
sputtered.
“It’s just a tee shirt.” He reached around to
grab napkins from the bar top and Lance stifled a groan at how delicious his
cologne smelled as it assailed his nostrils. The man dabbed his shirt before he
pushed a handful at Lance. “I’m staying at a hotel down the block.” Lines
crinkled corners of blue eyes level with Lance’s which meant he was at least
five feet ten inches tall. “I can’t be arrested for drunk driving if an officer
nabs me jaywalking.”
The mention of clothing drew Lance’s
attention downward. A black tee did nothing to conceal muscle lacing his torso
and as he glanced further, Lance took in strong thighs covered by denim. “I
apologize.”
“Pierce James.” He extended his hand.
Lance grasped it, “Lance.”
“Ah, you’re from around here.”
“How’d you know?”
“First name only is usually a good sign
someone is from the area.” He shrugged. “It makes it harder to locate you
should anyone attempt to.” He smiled and took tattered napkins from Lance’s
hand and placed them on the bar. “I’m in town on business.” Signaling the
bartender, he asked, “What are you drinking?”
“Brandy, but I’m okay.” Lance hoped he
concealed tremors of desire running through his body. “So, you do this often?”
Probably shouldn’t have another. He yearned to reach out and touch Pierce’s
chest, feel his body. Such a long
time—too long.
“As often as I like. You sure about the
drink? You might want it later.”
On second thought, Lance wanted another. Most
of the first one was on Pierce’s shirt and the floor. Perhaps it would settle
nerves frayed with excitement. Pierce spoke with the bartender and Lance took
the opportunity to continue his perusal. Mid forties, good looking as well as
athletic, and from the firm, callused handshake, Lance could tell he worked
with his hands. Closer inspection revealed he didn’t wear a common tee shirt,
and the name on his jeans indicated Pierce’s outfit wasn’t run-of-the-mill.
Gray streaked otherwise dark hair worn neck length and Lance would have bet his
meager salary Pierce visited a stylist earlier which made work-roughened hands
an anomaly. Lance stole a peek at his crotch and sighed inwardly. Swollen,
beckoning—please, please, let this
happen.
Hard to believe a mere hour ago, Father Lance
Condroit had said five o’clock Mass.
“So?”
Lance blinked and shook his head. “Excuse
me?”
Pierce’s soft laughter eased down Lance’s
spine and relaxed him a little. “If I hadn’t been checking you out from behind,
you may still have your first drink.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. I saw you watching me.” He ran
his knuckles over Lance’s chin. “There’s a lot happening in those brown eyes.”
“I…umm...”
“First time at Evolve?”
“Yes.” The men’s club situated in Los Angeles
was far enough away not to run into a parishioner, though he did learn about
Evolve from two gay members he prayed did not show up tonight. Lance’s small
congregation did not discriminate against anyone for any reason and he meant to
see it stayed that way.
“Nothing to be nervous about. I know the
owner and you can be sure Evolve and those who visit are discreet.”
Nerves and indecision had kept Lance from
observing his surroundings upon arrival. Pierce’s quiet, calm manner continued
to relax him. Glancing about, he noticed couples sitting at open tables
laughing and talking, while in more secluded booths along the wall nearest the
corner of the bar he rested against, men kissed or just held hands.
“You okay?”
“I
haven’t been with a man in five years.”
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
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