“They think we’re a mistake.”

“I don’t care.” Roman was a mistake Oscar had been waiting months to make. With Roman’s hand running up his thigh, he wasn’t turning back now.

Oscar rolled his head back against the hotel room wall and wondered if there was enough sound-proofing. He also found that he didn’t care.

Roman’s hotel room in Knoxville was near the gay bars, but they hadn’t even made a pretense of going to a bar first. The moment he’d walked into the room, their hands had been all over each other. They hadn’t even made it to the bed.

Normally, Oscar might be at Falcon’s studio apartment. He was going to be back here for a month, so he might still wind up crashing on his easygoing best friend’s couch for a while.

But Falcon had a new boyfriend to keep him busy tonight, which was another reminder of what a bad idea this was—Roman was his best friend’s boyfriend’s near-brother, whatever the hell that was called. And both of them had tried to get between Roman and Oscar… until now.

Roman’s wandering hand reached Oscar’s dick, the heel pressing into the hard length and expertly running along the shaft to the tip, squeezing through Oscar’s skinny jeans. Oscar slid down the wall a few inches, his knees weakening.

“Fuck!”

“I’d love to,” Roman whispered, those blue eyes fixing on his like Roman wanted to eat him up.

And Oscar wanted him to. He’d been texting Roman from New Zealand, then Southeast Asia, then Japan. Once or twice, their paths had nearly crossed—as an airline pilot, Roman bounced around the world the way some people commuted across town.

It had never quite worked out until they were here, back in their hometown, with everyone they knew busy. Nobody had to know the filthy things Oscar wanted to do with Roman. All night long.

“Naked. Now.”

Oscar stripped his t-shirt in one fluid movement, rising onto his toes automatically.

Roman smiled at the move, his gaze flickering down Oscar’s body from head to toe. “How flexible are you?”

Oscar snorted with amusement. It was always a guy’s first question when he found out Oscar was a dancer. “Why don’t you find out?”

Roman growled and leaned in to lick slowly from Oscar’s collarbone to his ear. “I plan to.”

“Aren’t you getting naked, too?” Oscar asked, nodding at Roman. He was still in a collared shirt and tie, arousal pressing at his trousers. Keeping his eyes off that was a difficult feat, but Roman’s eyes were too captivating to look away from for long.

“Do you want me to?”

That was a good point. He had that classic sex appeal of a man in a suit that was perfectly tailored to fit his broad shoulders and muscled barrel chest.

“You’ll roast in that jacket. The rest can stay,” Oscar decided.

Roman’s lips quirked into a grin. “I thought you’d say that. Judging by your reaction to my texts, anyway.”

Their texts back and forth had included photos. Never any dirty ones, but definitely suggestive enough for jerk-off material. Oscar’s were in leotards and tights, after all, which showcased all of his assets. Roman’s had been largely of suits, and Oscar was fairly sure he hadn’t worn underwear in any of them.

Oscar dropped his pants and underwear, leaving his socks on. His feet didn’t hurt today, but nobody wanted toughened toes dragging against their leg in bed. His cock stood straight up already as he shifted from foot to foot, wriggling against the wall. “Gonna show me what you’ve got?”

The pop of the button and the purr of Roman’s zipper sliding down sent shivers of anticipation through Oscar. When Roman finally eased it out, it didn’t disappoint. The thick, veined length in Roman’s hand would fill him to his limit, but Oscar was well used to stretching of all kinds.

Warmth tingled through Oscar’s body, down to the tips of his toes. He wanted to jump on right now.

“You got lube?”

“Lucky for you…” Roman made a show of reaching into the interior pocket of his jacket, pulling out condom and a flat tube of KY before tossing the jacket aside.

Oscar snorted with laughter. “Showoff. Do you keep that on you 24/7?”

“You never know when an opportunity will present itself. And speaking of presenting itself…” Roman held out the lube.

Oscar turned to face the wall and spread his legs while Roman’s hands wandered up the backs of his thighs to squeeze his hard-won asset. “So firm,” Roman breathed out. “I loved your photos.”

“I know you did,” Oscar grinned, batting Roman’s hand aside so he could press slick fingers into himself. He took his own turn making a show of fucking himself slowly on his fingers, rippling his back smoothly with each push back into them. He wanted to see how long it would take to drive Roman nuts.

Not long. Roman growled after a minute and pressed his cock to Oscar’s entrance, so Oscar let his fingers slide out and guided the tip against, then into, him. “Mmm,” Oscar breathed out, taking an inch at a time of that thick shaft.

“Oh! Jesus. You’re fuckin’ good,” Roman hissed. Roman brushed his hand aside and took over, filling Oscar with the burning heat he so loved. It was too slow, though, too much of a tease, to have him gently working his way inside.

Oscar flattened his hands against the wall and backed into Roman. “Fuck me.”

“Are you ready?”

Roman really didn’t know him. Dancers had stupidly high pain tolerance, and he was spreadeagled under some guy more often than Roman probably guessed. Hell, Oscar could fuck without lube, but not as hard and fast as he wanted Roman to go tonight. He was glad Roman thought ahead. “More than. Hurry the fuck up.”

Picking up on the cue, Roman ran his hand up Oscar’s back and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back as he slammed his hips forward.

Thickness and fullness coursed through Oscar, his skin burning. He moaned loudly with each quick, deep thrust, melting under Roman’s attention. The nails digging into his hip burned so nicely, to say nothing of the manhood stretching him open and rubbing his prostate—thanks to the careful hip angle he maintained.

Each thrust sent sparks of need through him, and Oscar had to shift his focus to holding out against the orgasm that was crashing toward him far too fast.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he hissed to encourage Roman. The firm slap against his ass made his knees buckle before he caught himself and arched again, pushing back into Roman.

They were sweaty and hot now, and as Roman crushed Oscar to the wall with his chest, Oscar turned his head sideways so his cheek pressed the cold wall. Roman’s beautiful eyes were mostly closed, but his lips were parted, and he looked fucking gorgeous.

Next round, Oscar wanted to be facing him.

As if sensing his thoughts, Roman’s eyes flickered open and met his, and his lips brushed Oscar’s in a long, dirty kiss. Then, he pulled back and whispered, “I’m gonna fuck you all night long.”

“You’d better,” Oscar moaned, squeezing around Roman as arousal flushed through him again, making his skin prickle with urgency. “Oh, fuck. Yes!”

Then Roman’s hand closed around his throbbing cock and he just about lost his mind. All he cared about was the way his head spun and his body burned with every thrust, and the way their hot skin rubbed smoothly with the sweat between their bodies. The weight of Roman pushing him into the wall, pinning him there with his cock and every damn toned inch of his body.

A moan slipped from Oscar’s throat, and when he tossed his head back, Roman’s lips were there, sucking on his neck and ear, overwhelming every fucking nerve in his body.

If this was a mistake, Oscar didn’t care even a bit. He came harder than he could remember doing in ages, thrusting into Roman’s tight grip and backing into his swelling cock.

Roman grunted and sucked Oscar’s neck before he came. His voice broke mid-cry and he breathed Oscar’s name so quietly Oscar could almost swear he imagined it as his cock relentlessly pounded into Oscar’s body with erratic, needy thrusts.

When Roman softened and pulled out, he shrugged off the rest of his clothes in quick movements and nodded to the bed.

“All night?” Oscar smirked and raised his brows to make sure Roman had really meant it.

Apparently it hadn’t been the heat of the moment. As Roman tossed the condom in the trash, he cast Oscar a sultry grin that made heat coil within his belly, even though his passion was splattered across the wall and his libido hadn’t quite caught up to another round. “I like to make mistakes several times, just to make sure.”

Oscar flopped on the bed and idly stroked his sensitive cock, then pulled Roman against him. “May as well make the most of it.”

He suspected Roman was just the same as him—they didn’t form bonds. And it was clear Falcon and Blane disapproved of the possibility of them breaking each other’s heart. No doubt the rest of Roman’s friendship circle that Falcon had been welcomed into felt the same.

Plus, their lifestyles. Who could make that work? Not them, that was for sure.

Once they’d hooked up tonight, it was probably it. So yeah, Oscar was going to take advantage of every damn second.

He closed his eyes and shivered as Roman’s hands wandered down his sides, grazing his ribs and exploring the firmness of his ass again. “Keep that up and I’ll be ready to go again.”

Roman responded with a single word, but the way he growled it into Oscar’s ear made his nerves light up with desire all over again.

“Good.”