Free Bad Attitude by K. A. Mitchell Page A

gave him a slight nod, and the guy followed him down the hall. He’d spotted an armless-couch-type thing that would come in handy if Jamie decided he didn’t want to fuck standing up.
    When Jamie turned back to face the twink, it was obvious the guy was getting a little long in the tooth to be working that sweet-young-thing angle. That wasn’t Jamie’s deal anyway. But the pouty lips would feel good on Jamie’s dick, and that curly dirty-blond hair would be great for digging his hands into.
    “I’ve never had ginger before.” Stroking a hand across Jamie’s chest, the trick looked up at him through sandy lashes.
    Jamie flexed a pec under the guy’s hand. He knew the type, wanting a daddy to put him on his knees. “So what are you waiting for?”
    “I’m Tommy.”
    “Don’t care.” Jamie threaded his fingers through the trick’s hair and pulled him closer, tonguing a line up from neck to a triple-pierced ear. “But you can try to make me. Suck it.”
    “Yes, sir.” Tommy was on his knees in a flash. “Thank you.”
    He did know what he was doing, lips rubbing across the head, tonguing down the underside, and then, oh yeah, he could swallow cock good and sweet.
    Jamie relaxed his grip on the curls and wrapped a caressing hand around the trick’s neck. “Yeah.”
    The mouth on Jamie’s dick backed off, then he felt the flick of a tongue barbell under his cockhead. He’d definitely made a good choice. He widened his stance, sinking into sensation. The trick went deep again and swallowed. Jamie was beginning to think he should have started this leaning on a wall, but he couldn’t move. Didn’t want to lose a second of that mouth on his cock. A flick of that tongue. The rub of the barbell in the slit.
    A sharp, fresh scent hit his nose, leather and pine, and he knew whose warm skin pressed up against his back.
    Gavin.
    A solid arm came around Jamie’s waist. The dick pressing along the crack of his ass was still under the cotton and nylon of those look-at-me briefs. Jamie wanted to say something about Gavin not being able to keep away now that he’d had a look, but most of his brain was gliding in and out of Tommy’s mouth.
    Gavin’s breath was sweet with rum as he whispered into Jamie’s ear, “Didn’t waste any time.”
    “Life’s short,” Jamie managed.
    A cross between a grunt and a laugh rumbled against Jamie’s back. “Now I know how you found me that night. You’ve got preternatural instincts.”
    Jamie wasn’t sure if that was an insult, but he didn’t care. Tommy had pulled off to get his tongue on Jamie’s balls. Gavin made a good wall, so Jamie leaned back.
    “Tommy’s the best cocksucker on the East Coast,” Gavin explained.
    Hearing his name, Tommy eased off and sat back on his heels. If this was Gavin’s payback for Jamie leaving him hanging at that stuffed-shirt party, it was overkill.
    “Jealous?” Jamie asked and felt Gavin shrug. “I can share.”
    Jamie moved so that he and Gavin stood side by side, then reached into Gavin’s fly. The silky hard flesh twitched in Jamie’s hand, and he couldn’t resist working it until he milked a drop from the tip. Pretty dick. A pulse tingled his palm under the now-rigid satin covering a nice eight inches. Cut, smooth and slick. Gavin didn’t need those neon-bright shorts to get attention.
    “Suck him, boy.” Jamie dragged the trick’s head toward Gavin’s dick.
    Gavin didn’t watch the mouth moving toward the head of his cock, instead he studied Jamie with that same unnerving stare. Jamie’s thumb was still slick with the precome he’d pressed from Gavin’s slit. As Gavin watched, Jamie brought the thumb to his mouth and licked it, right as Tommy’s lips brought a gasp from Gavin.
    Jamie smiled.
    “You are way too fucking full of yourself.” Gavin’s hoarse whisper rippled across against Jamie’s breath as he leaned in to kiss him. They were standing so close, Jamie’s dick rubbed along Tommy’s cheek as he