Micah Johnson Goes West (Get Out, #2)(33)

“Oh, well, as long as I’m all right.”

Jace looked over appreciatively at the rest of the team, half of whom had followed suit as the other guys on the dance floor and discarded their shirts. “But on the other hand, they’re not seeming too bad either.”

Micah laughed. “Fucking show ponies.”

“They’re going to be supplying plenty of material for the wank bank.” Jace tugged at Micah’s shirt. “Maybe you should too.”

A blast of warm air hit Micah’s back as his flesh was exposed.

“Fuck me,” Jace said. His eyes widened, and he laughed. “I meant, you’re hot! That wasn’t an invitation.”

Micah stammered as he answered. “I wasn’t thinking that, honestly—”

Jace ran his finger down the centre of Micah’s chest, and hooked it under the waist of his pants, letting it remain there. “Let’s see where the night takes us.”

Micah was glad of the strobe lights that began, helping disguise the fact that he was… well, there was no polite way of putting it. Jace ground against him, and Micah groaned.

“Maybe you can score another goal,” Jace whispered into his ear, his breath hot.

This time Micah groaned at the cheesiness of the line. It didn’t help him lose his raging boner, though.




“LOOKS LIKE you’re having fun,” Daril said as he joined him at the bar.

Micah had finally rescued his shirt back from Jace, and was flushed from his exertions on the dance floor. He needed air, but first he needed water.

“It’s been okay,” Micah said, and burst out laughing at the expression on Daril’s face. He had been rumbled.

“If you have any more fun, it’s going to be murder on the dance floor,” Daril said, “because that boy will have killed you.”

“He’s… energetic,” Micah said.

Daril snorted. “You know, there’s a whole room out there full of guys. You don’t have to stick to the first one you danced with.”

“How many have you danced with?”

“Three.” Daril’s grin flashed blue in the disco lights. “I tell you, if I wasn’t straight, I would be set for the night.”

It sounded like the boys were more popular than the real true gay guy. But then, what gay man could resist the oh so cool and down with it straight dude?

“Jace seems okay, though,” Micah said. “I mean, he seems really nice.”

“He’s definitely not shy.”

Having finally been served their drinks, they moved to the small balcony outside. Micah took in huge, relieving gulps of fresh air and downed three quarters of his water bottle in only two gulps.

“Micah, pace yourself!” Sam appeared before them.

“It’s water. Calm down.” Micah showed him the bottle.

“Well, then, maybe have a drink? Come on, you can’t keep going all night on water alone.”

“I don’t know,” Daril said. “Looks like he was getting plenty of energy on the dance floor.”

Sam laughed. “Yeah, I think everybody could see that.”

“Maybe we should move on to another club,” Micah said.

His friends voiced their confusion, and Micah waved them off.

“No, seriously. I don’t want to be the centre of attention. Let’s go somewhere else and the rest of the boys can get their rocks off.”

“What about you and your rocks?”

“My rocks are just fine, believe me.”

“Okay,” Sam said, “I’ll go and get the rest of them ready. I think some of them will be disappointed. They’ve never been so popular.”

“I gotta go to the loo,” Micah said.

He was waylaid by a small group on his way there—he said his hellos and danced a little and then had to make his apologies as he was going to burst. In the loos he grabbed a cubicle for privacy, and was in the middle of relieving his bladder when the door opened.

“Someone’s in here!” he yelled, not turning around.

“I know.”

Perturbed, Micah looked over his shoulder. Jace was standing there, looking amused.

“Do you mind?” Micah asked.

“Hurry up. I’ve got other plans for that thing.”

Tucking himself away, Micah was preparing a speech to give Jace about being flattered but needing to go, etc., etc., but Jace’s hands were in his pants before he could say anything and he was hard enough for Jace to get to work.

Micah braced himself against the stall and bit his lip so he wouldn’t cry out and let everybody else in the vicinity know what exactly was going on in there.




From the blog of Jasper Brunswick

22 May 2016



DANCE FLOORS have always figured in pop songs as places where dreams come true and fantasies come to life.

The patrons of Connections in Perth certainly had that happen last night, when they were greeted by a number of Dockers players out to support one of their latest rookies, gay darling Micah Johnson.

Apparently it didn’t take too long for the shirts to come off on the dance floor, and everybody to be given a show that would put the Chippendales out of business.

Sources say it was a sign of support for Johnson, a bonding experience to show that he is truly part of the team. Johnson has attracted some controversy lately with some homophobic slurs thrown his way by spectators at his games, so his teammates wanted to give a clear indication they are A-OK with the gay. And with allies like that, nobody’s complaining!