Commander Chris Brickman finds himself at a loose ends while on leave from the Navy and ends up at a gay club, crossing crosses paths with his best friend’s little brother. Jamison Cole is all grown up and looking for a good time. Chris is torn between sending the younger man home and crawling on top of him. Jamie makes his preference perfectly clear.
The club was dark, bordering on seedy, but it suited Chris’ needs. He bought a bottle of water at the bar and worked his way through the crowd until he found a spot to people-watch. He settled against a railing and opened the water. The dance floor was packed, full of people grinding on each other as if they were half a beat from fucking. The energy of the place was just as he’d been promised, so he relaxed a bit.
His gaze drifted over the floor until he spotted a face he knew all too well. For a moment, he could only stare in shock. The last person he ever expected to see in a gay bar was his best friend’s little brother.
He was torn between leaving and jerking Jamie Cole’s ass right off the dance floor. Currently, the kid had a man twice his age grinding up on him in such a way that Chris could barely stand to watch. He didn’t lie to himself often, so he privately acknowledged there was a bit of jealousy mingling with protectiveness. He pulled out his cell phone and fired off a text to his friend. Barely a minute passed before he got a smartass reply that let him know that his friend, Joel, was very much aware of the fact that his twenty-two-year-old brother was flaming gay and old enough, certainly, to let a guy dry hump him on the dance floor if he wanted.
Chris shoved his phone in his pocket with a frown and looked up. Jamie was leaving the dance floor and heading in his direction. The kid waved his phone at Chris with a laugh and easily snaked through the crowd to get to him.
“Never knew you to be a tattle tail,” Jamie said with a grin as he slid right up into Chris’ space and grabbed the water bottle out of his hand. He took a long drink and tossed the empty bottle in a nearby trashcan.
“I wasn’t telling on you,” Chris protested. “I’d have texted your mother for that.”
Jamie grinned. “She knows, too.”
Chris huffed and rubbed his head in frustration. “When did you come out?”
“Sometime around the time you went into SEAL training, I think.” Jamie nudged him. “Stop looking put out, man. I grew up while you were gone. It was bound to happen.” He waved a hand around as if to encompass the club. “What do you think?”
“Joel got the rec from you, then?” Chris questioned and frowned. “It’s a meat market, and that old guy is obviously looking for a boy toy.”
Jamie glanced toward his former dance partner and laughed. “No, he’s looking for a sugar baby. I can’t say I haven’t been tempted—he’s offered me apartments in New York and Los Angeles over the last year. I don’t have the heart to tell him I probably have more money in my trust fund than he has in the bank.” He leaned against the railing. “You look good, Chris. The Navy obviously agrees with you. You looking to get laid or what?”
Chris took a deep breath when Jamie moved closer. “Jesus Christ, are you hitting on me?”
“Oh, don’t get put out, big guy.” Jamie patted his chest. “I promise I’m not a virgin looking to be deflowered by my long-time crush.”
“Crush?” He couldn’t help but shift a little closer as the noise the place called music increased. “You have a crush on me?”
Jamie flushed. “Yeah, forever. It’s ridiculous, but at least I figured out I was gay at an early age.” The music changed, went slow and hot. “Wanna dance?”