Steven pulled his car up to the curb in front of the gay club, the one place he knew he could truly let loose. The bass thumped from within, the flashing lights beckoning him to come inside. He took a deep breath, adjusted his fitted t-shirt to accentuate his chiseled chest, and strode up to the entrance.
The bouncer, a hulking bear of a man, eyed him up and down before grunting and giving him a head nod. “Ten bucks,” he rumbled. Steven handed over the cash and pushed through the heavy door. Immediately he was enveloped in a world of pulsating music, flashing lights, and sweaty bodies moving in rhythm.
He made his way to the bar, ordering a vodka cranberry as he scanned the dance floor. There – in the center of the writhing mass of men was the most stunning bear Steven had ever seen. Tall, muscular, covered in a thick carpet of dark hair, his emerald eyes locked with Steven’s from across the room.
Ricky couldn’t help but notice the gorgeous muscle stud who had just walked in. Damn, what a body! He couldn’t tear his eyes away, feeling a connection he’d never experienced before. He hoped the man would come over…and then he did, confidently strutting right up to Ricky.
“Hi there,” Steven said with a smile, his deep voice sending shivers down Ricky’s spine. “I’m Steven. And you are?”
Ricky returned the grin, his face lighting up. “Ricky,” he replied simply. “Would you like to dance?”
Steven’s eyes smoldered. “Lead the way.”