Dirty Dining (8 page)

Brice kept his attention on Law, who straddled his lap and fed him seafood—in keeping with the nautical theme. He avoided watching Remy, but couldn’t completely ignore him since the boys made a circuit of the room with each course, slightly surprised when Cathcart asked his boy if he would go and kiss the pretty sky blue boy. Remy clearly made an impression on everyone.

R
EMY
NEARLY
stopped in his tracks when he spotted Mr. Green at one end of the table. He wore another well-tailored dark suit with a brightly colored, expensive-looking silk tie. Versace? That was probably the only designer whose work Jeremy could recognize. But it contrasted pleasantly with the somber look of the suit. Jeremy made sure not to look directly at him. He couldn’t bear that. Instead he looked for his gentleman.

The man with the sky blue lapel pin had well-cut salt-and-pepper hair and a wide smile. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he gazed at Jeremy. He wore a navy suit and a tie with green and blue dots. As he moved around the room, Jeremy found Green watching him. Their gazes met for a split-second before Green glanced away. Jeremy pretended it never happened and tried to act interested as he sat down and introduced himself to Mr. Sky Blue.

Sky Blue shook his hand, then brought it up to his mouth and planted a soft kiss on the back of Jeremy’s fingers. Then he turned the hand over and placed another kiss on the palm as he looked up into Jeremy’s eyes. It was a look full of pleasure and lustful promises. The caresses sent pleasant tremors up his arm, and Jeremy couldn’t pretend he wasn’t intrigued by what this man might do next. He sat down, and Sky Blue smiled and traced a line up Jeremy’s thigh from knee to crotch with gentle fingertips. Despite the possessiveness of the gesture, Jeremy felt a thrill travel to the base of his spine, and his cock thickened and felt heavy.
Oh, damn
. If the man could do this to him with a single touch, what else would happen at dinner?

As Sky Blue traced his way back down Jeremy’s thigh, he couldn’t wait to find out.

At the first course, Jeremy’s gentleman had him remove his shoes. At the second course, he pulled off the socks. The cap came off at the third course.

In between, Jeremy sat on Sky Blue’s lap, letting the man touch him through the thin fabric of his shirt and shorts. The caresses were firm, but gentle. He unbuttoned the top button of the little shorts but didn’t move to grab at Jeremy’s cock. Across the way, Mr. Brown had his hand down Rand’s shorts while he sucked at Rand’s nipples, his shirt long ago discarded. Kit wore only his scarf and cap and socks. His gentleman was Green’s guest, and he’d gone directly for the shorts and barely let go of Kit’s cock since the first course.

Then it happened. An order off Jeremy’s menu. Mauve wanted Jeremy and Kit to play. Sky Blue gave Jeremy permission, and the whole table watched as Kit and Jeremy moved together at Jeremy’s end of the table and started kissing.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.” Kit winked and gave Jeremy a very sweet, sensual kiss. The kiss deepened, and he put his arms around Kit’s waist and slid one down along Kit’s ass the way Kit had instructed him if he got invited to kiss. Then Sky Blue told Kit to unbutton Jeremy’s shirt, and Mauve wanted Jeremy to play with Kit’s cock.

Jeremy was embarrassed at first to enjoy having his new friend touch him—and more embarrassed to be stroking Kit’s dick. But he soon released his inhibitions and got into the play. The gentlemen cheered and commented as they played, and Jeremy was almost impossibly hard by the time the bell sounded for the next course. Kit winked and tweaked a nipple as they pulled apart.

Sky Blue grabbed Jeremy’s hand as he moved toward the door. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you wait too long.” He slid a hand up Jeremy’s thigh and stroked his balls, exposed beneath the minuscule shorts. The small touch sent additional stimulation Jeremy hardly needed, but it felt good. Too good. The tiny shorts felt like they’d shrunk another two sizes as he noticed his cock stuck out a good inch over the waistband.

Jeremy wasn’t sure what Sky Blue’s comment meant as he made his way back to the kitchen.

“Good job, Remy.” Rand came up to him as he grabbed the plate for the next course, coconut shrimp with a spicy dipping sauce. “You and Kit were great. You feeling okay, then?”

“Yeah.” Jeremy glanced at Kit, who was smiling slyly. “It was fun.”

“It’s supposed to be fun,” Kit said and gave Jeremy’s scarf a little yank. “You’re a good kisser. Thanks.” He winked again. Kit’s cock was still hard, standing nearly straight up and bouncing with each step. He gave himself a few tugs before he reached the dining room.

Jeremy glanced over at Law, who was wearing shorts, his scarf and cap. He had dark brown nipples that looked even bigger because he had small areoles. He was only half-hard. The little white shorts didn’t hide anything. Clearly Mr. Green hadn’t been pawing at him.

Law rubbed himself and let out a soft sigh. “I don’t think my gentleman’s really into me. Remy, he’s been watching you.”

“He has?” Jeremy glanced down at his erection straining to escape his shorts and felt a twinge of embarrassment. Well, Mr. Green could have had him.

“Ready, boys?” Thomas called them to attention and opened the door.

Back in the dining room, Jeremy slid into Sky Blue’s lap and fed him shrimp, letting the gentleman feed him a few pieces. The food at the club was unexpectedly delicious. Sky Blue tugged on the scarf and pulled Jeremy in for kiss. It was spicy and not sloppy or aggressive. He opened his mouth and enjoyed the kiss as Sky Blue pinched a nipple. His cock swelled even more, and he let out a little moan.

“Those shorts are just too small for you, aren’t they?” Sky Blue asked playfully. “Time to remedy the situation. Stand up.”

Jeremy backed off his lap and stood in front of him, breath catching in his throat as Sky Blue slowly popped open the buttons on his shorts and finally freed his aching cock. He yanked the shorts, and they slid down Jeremy’s legs. A little cheer echoed around the room as Sky Blue moved Jeremy around so he faced the others The gentlemen always cheered or clapped when someone’s shorts came off, admiring the boys’ cocks, with extra cheers for impressive hard-ons.

Jeremy felt Sky Blue pulling him onto his lap, his back to Sky Blue’s chest with Jeremy’s legs straddling his.

Oh shit. Now what?
Jeremy wondered as Sky Blue slid his hand under the shirt and across his back, then around the front and started moving down his abs. With a hand on each hip, Sky Blue pulled Jeremy tight against his body.

B
RICE
TRIED
to look away, but it was impossible. Remy was the center of everyone’s attention, even before his gentleman pulled his shorts off. He’d been aroused from the first course, and Brice couldn’t suppress the jealousy coiling through him as Sky Blue slid his hands along Remy’s skin. Brice remembered how soft that skin was.

Not that Law wasn’t attractive or very touchable. He had smooth, nearly hairless skin, and the hair at his crotch was so dark it was visible even though the shorts. Brice had kissed him and stroked his chest and nipples, though it hadn’t done much for either Law or Brice. But watching Remy with Kit and then with Sky Blue had Brice squirming as his pants got increasingly tight around his swelling cock.

Now he watched Remy settle back against Sky Blue’s chest, legs straddling the man’s thighs. Sky Blue moved his knees apart, opening Remy’s legs even wider, showing his cock and balls to everyone. And everyone was watching. At least Brice wasn’t the only voyeur. Law shifted on his lap, no doubt keenly aware of Brice’s sudden hard-on. He slid a hand up Law’s thigh so the boy wouldn’t feel ignored, and Law pushed another bite of seafood into Brice’s mouth. He chewed without tasting the morsel.

Remy’s eyes were shut. Sky Blue wrapped one hand around Remy’s thick shaft and stroked a few times, then whispered to the boy to his right who splashed some olive oil onto his palm. He returned to smooth, slow strokes. With the other hand, he cupped and squeezed Remy’s sac, rolling it around, and even at the other end of the table, Brice could hear Remy’s soft sighs. The sight of the pale hand sliding up and down the hard swollen flesh made Brice’s breaths shorten. Then Sky Blue let go of Remy’s balls and played with his nipples, causing Remy to arch into the touch. Brice remembered how they felt between his fingertips, and in his mouth, and his own nipples hardened and ached at the sight.

Then Sky Blue grabbed an ice cube and slid it up Remy’s thigh, just grazing his balls and up his abs, leaving a shining wet trail before circling each nipple. Already tight and hard, Remy’s nipples reacted, and his entire body shuddered at the obvious pleasure Sky Blue lavished on his body. His chest heaved, and his eyes fluttered. His sighs became gasps and precome trickled from his cockslit.

Brice licked his lips. He glanced around and saw everyone else’s gaze still glued to Sky Blue and Remy. As Sky Blue stroked, Remy’s balls swung back and forth, low and heavy. He sped up, then slowed down the movements, and Brice could see him whispering against Remy’s ear and Remy smiling and nodding, ecstasy plain on his face even with eyes closed.

Any remnant of jealousy had long since passed, and Brice was overcome with growing desire and pleasure at the sight of Remy’s enjoyment. He’d also given up any sense of shame or modesty at becoming completely aroused at the scene playing out a few feet away. Video porn had never done much for him, but watching live was completely different.

Sky Blue’s strokes sped up, and Remy’s balls tightened. He trembled and shuddered, and nearly everyone else sucked in their breath with anticipation. A few more slow strokes and Remy gasped before he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and the fireworks started. His lids fluttered open for a split second, and Brice realized Remy was staring at him, a glimmer of something darker than passion—shame or regret?—flickering before he shut them again and his body’s reactions overpowered him.

Sky Blue watched intently as the first thick splashes hit Remy’s chest—one nipple—and his chin. Then he grabbed his empty Champagne flute and angled Remy’s cock so the rest of the pearly strands went into the glass.

He squeezed Remy dry, which took at least another dozen strokes. Brice wondered if he would come in his pants watching. Law wriggled again, providing friction, but Brice didn’t want to cross that line in the dining room. He’d booked a room purely for show again, but now he considered the possibilities with Law.
Later
. He turned his attention back to Remy.

Remy lay limp and spent in Sky Blue’s lap, leaning against his chest. He sucked in gulps of air. Another boy poured Champagne into Sky Blue’s glass, mixing it with Remy’s semen, and handed the glass to Sky Blue. He took a few sips, then held the glass to Remy’s lips and helped him drink.

Brice wasn’t sure if that was the hottest thing he’d seen tonight—or the most depraved. The consensus around the room seemed to be the former. Once the action was over and they’d gotten their fill of watching Remy, the men turned their attention back to their own boys, pinching and stroking and playing. But Brice kept watching as Remy recovered.

“Y
OU
WANT
a lap dance next course, Mr. Green?” Law offered, grinding his ass against Brice’s erection. “Or we can go upstairs now if you want me to suck you off. I’d love to, but we’re not supposed to do
that
in the dining room.” Law slid his hands under Brice’s shirt and played with his already-sensitive nipples. Law let out a little moan and leaned to suck one through the fabric of Brice’s shirt.

“You are evil. Evil.” Brice nearly grunted out the words and forced his overheated body back under control. He threw a quick glance at Cathcart, who only had eyes and hands for Kit. Brice pulled Law onto his lap to straddle him chest-to-chest and enjoyed the curve of Law’s ass. But over Law’s shoulder, he still watched Remy, whose legs gave out at the knees when he tried to stand. Sky Blue pulled him back into his lap.

When the bell sounded for the next course, Law slid sinuously down Brice’s body and shook his ass at Brice before parading out of the room. Sky Blue kept Remy on his lap, fingertips caressing him and whispering into his ear. Remy’s eyes remained shut. Brice wondered what the man was saying. Planning their night upstairs? Offering more pleasure or listing what he wanted when they were alone? Brice shook his head to rid his brain of the thoughts. Remy didn’t belong to him, no matter how much Brice wanted him and regretted not asking for him. He wanted to be the one giving Remy such pleasure, but not in front of a room full of other men. Remy deserved more respect.

Another boy brought in Sky Blue’s last course, and it was time for the fifth article of clothing to be removed. Law had returned with all the buttons already undone on his shorts, his cock harder and partially visible. It was the shorts or the hat.

What the hell, Brice decided and pulled the shorts off. Law grinned and did a little pirouette that made his cock bob and bounce. Brice reached out and wrapped his hand around it, feeling the hot flesh harden in his hand. He wasn’t as long or thick as Remy, but playing with him was fun, and Brice had long since shed his inhibitions.

Across the table, Sky Blue pulled off Remy’s shirt, leaving him wearing just the pale blue sailor scarf tied around his neck. Flaky white streaks covered Remy’s chest, and the tails of the scarf were still damp from Remy’s ejaculation. There was something possessive about Sky Blue leaving Remy wearing the colored scarf, proclaiming that this serving boy belonged to him. Remy now sat across his gentleman’s lap, back facing Brice as he reached down to the table and up to feed Sky Blue.

During the last course—dessert—Remy kept his gaze down, not looking up at anyone, even his own gentleman. He did the circuit of the room but without his former charm and bright smile. Brice didn’t have trouble imagining what Remy might be feeling or thinking. Even when the other boys had their final clothing removed and were completely nude for dessert service, Sky Blue kept that damn scarf on Remy.