Warning: This story contains explicit adult sexual content involving consenting adults. Reader discretion is advised. James Cassidy had spent most of the day rehearsing lines for the next episode of the sci‑fi series he was filming, but his mind kept drifting back to the dark, smoky club on the edge of town. The neon sign flickered “Eclipse,” and the low bass thumped like a heartbeat against the concrete. He’d seen Bryce Jax there once, a tall, tattoo‑sleeved dancer whose moves were as fluid as water and whose smile seemed to cut right through the haze.
The air was thick with anticipation. Bryce leaned down, his mouth finding James’s neck, planting soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down James’s spine. The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing, tasting the salt of each other’s skin. Bryce’s hand slid lower, slipping between James’s thighs, his fingers brushing the slickness there, then finding the entrance to his desire. Sexo Gay Bareback - James Cassidy- Bryce Jax ...
A soft sigh escaped James, and he turned his back to Bryce, exposing the smooth plane of his hips. Bryce’s hands moved with practiced ease, slipping under James’s shirt, feeling the heat of his skin. He slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, teasing the edge of James’s waistband. The contact was electric, a promise of what was to come. Warning: This story contains explicit adult sexual content
James’s hands roamed, fingers tracing the lines of Bryce’s back, feeling the taut muscles ripple under his skin. Bryce’s fingers dug into James’s shoulders, anchoring him as they moved faster, each contact sending shocks of pleasure through them both. The neon sign flickered “Eclipse,” and the low
James’s breath hitched as Bryce’s fingers slipped beneath the shirt, finding the hard line of his chest, then the softer curve of his belly. The touch lingered, a slow, deliberate dance that made James’s pulse race. Bryce’s thumb brushed over the tight band of James’s briefs, and a low growl escaped his throat.