Driver

Erik Rhodes spots Hunter James nursing a drink at the bar, the sting of a no-show boyfriend still fresh on his face. Erik slides in close, his voice a low rumble of promise. He knows just the cure. Grabbing Hunter's hand, Erik leads him through the club's pulsing haze to the backroom, where shadows twist and bodies already gleam with sweat. Cypher waits there, all lean muscle and wicked grin, pulling Hunter into a kiss that tastes like forgotten plans. Andrew Bryant joins next, his strong hands stripping away Hunter's shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his chest. Tony Bishop circles behind, pressing hard against Hunter's back, lips grazing his neck as clothes hit the floor. They move as one, a tangle of limbs and heat. Erik claims Hunter's mouth while Cypher kneels, taking him deep with a slow, teasing rhythm. Andrew's cock slides into Hunter's grip, thick and demanding, as Tony thrusts from behind, filling him with a sharp, exquisite burn. Moans echo off the walls. Hunter arches, lost in the frenzy, every touch a spark that builds to shattering release. Erik's the spark that turns a bad night into bliss.