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Stephan Jefferies was a singer at The Sound of Soul. Julio De la Cruz inherited the club and others like it. When Julio stepped into the club he was entranced by Stephan’s voice and his dark beauty. Julio doesn’t have a clue how to approach Stephan so he sent him to another one of his clubs to sing until he got up his nerve. How long will it take Julio to make his move and will Stephan be able to wait that long?

 

Excerpt

Walking down the street, he spotted a crowd outside Hombre Atractivo, the hottest gay bar in Miami, or so their fliers said. It claimed they had the best music, the best booze, and the hottest men in Miami. Stephan usually worked on Friday nights, so he’d never had the chance to check it out for himself until now. He walked in and the place was alive with loud salsa music. He could feel the music all over his body as he moved to the bar to see if the flier was right about its second claim.

 

“Hey, sexy. What can I getcha?” the bartender asked with a flirtatious grin.

 

“I don’t know. I’m visiting Miami. What do you suggest?”

 

“Well, you can’t leave Miami without trying our signature drink, Venido `jame. It’s tradition.”

 

“Well, who am I to break tradition? Give me one of those.”

 

“You got it.”

 

The bartender turned away from him to make the drink and Stephan looked over the dance floor. The room was a decent size and dark accept for the bright red, yellow, blue, and green lights that danced around the floor from the ceiling. The men out on the floor were dancing to the fast-paced music seductively in couples, and he noticed the flier was right about the third claim too. The men at Hombre Atractivo were extremely attractive. They represented all sizes and all shades. Stephan smiled and turned toward the thump of the glass the bartender put before him.

 

“There you go, sexy. Enjoy.”

 

“Thanks,” Stephan said, lifting the drink to sniff the dark brown liquid. It smelled sweet as he swirled the ice around in the glass. He smiled and tilted the glass to take his first sip.

 

“Don’t you think it is appropriate to make a toast before you drink?”

 

Stephan’s hand stopped in midair and he turned to look behind him. The voice was deep with a smooth sultry accent, and the man it belonged to was amazingly handsome. He was just shorter than Stephan.

 

His dark hair was combed back away from his face and in his left ear was a small diamond earring. His eyes were almond-shaped and dark with long sweeping lashes and his lips were full and succulent. Stephan wanted to pull that bottom lip into his mouth and suck on it. He lowered his glass and smiled.

 

“Are you offering to make the toast?”

 

The man leaned on the bar. “Sure, I can do that. Bartender, give me a Venido `jame, too.” The bartender nodded and slid a glass to him as well.

 

Stephan leaned closer to his new friend. “Do you know what we’re drinking? I don’t speak Spanish. Do you know what it means?”

 

He chuckled. “Of course I do. I’m Spanish.”

 

“Well then, what does it mean?”

 

“Venido `jame means “˜come fuck me’.”

 

The intense look the man gave him as he spoke the words made Stephan’s cock jump within the thin material of his pants. “Well, that is something to drink to, isn’t it?”

 

“It sure is. Let’s toast to that and new friends.” He clicked his glass to Stephan’s and took a long sip. “So, do you like it?”

 

Stephan took a first sip for the toast and then another. “Yeah, it’s good. I think I will have to add this to my new favorites list.”

 

“Mmm. Can I be one of your new favorites, as well?”

 

“Oh, well, I’m not here to stay. I’m just visiting. In fact, I’m leaving tomorrow. This is my farewell drink to Miami.” He toasted the air and took another sip.

 

The man nodded. “I see, but what if you were staying? Would you be interested, then?”

 

Stephan stepped back and openly looked the man over. The white tank and black cargo shorts he wore fit his body nicely. The shirt showed off his lean muscular torso and the dark hair beneath it.

 

“Should I turn around so you can get a better look?” His new friend asked.

 

Stephan looked back into the man’s clean-shaven face and smiled. He could tell by his tone that he was joking. He leaned on the bar casually with a smirk. “Yeah, why don’t you go ahead and do that.”

 

The man laughed and slowly spun around with his arms opened wide. “Is that good for you?”

 

“Yes, that was very good for me. How was it for you?”

 

“I’ve had better,” his new friend said with a shrug. Stephan laughed and he laughed with him and then offered his hand. “My name is Julio.”

 

“I am Stephan, and yes, to answer your question. I would definitely be interested if I were here to stay.”

 

“Well, tomorrow is not promised to any of us, Stephan. Let’s have our fun tonight as if you were staying.”

 

“Is that your motto, Julio? Live for the day?”

 

Julio shrugged again. “Something like that. So?”

 

I wasn’t really looking for a booty call, but it has been a long time since I’ve been with someone.

 

Stephan looked the handsome man over again and made up his mind. He finished his drink and offered Julio his arm. “Let’s do it.”

 

Stephan led him to the dance floor. Julio moved fluidly to the slower salsa beat that played now. Moving seductively and suggestively, Julio slid his hands over Stephan’s body, barely touching him. He reached out, holding on to Stephan’s hips and moving them from side to side in sync with his own.

 

“You have a beautiful body, Stephan; you have to move it as though you know it.” Julio moved around him, pressing his fingers into his hips to guide him. “Rotate your hips to the beat of the drums.

 

Dancing the salsa is almost like fucking,” he murmured in Stephan’s ear, rotating his own hips behind him.

 

“Mmm, is this the salsa dancing part or the fucking?” Stephan asked, pressing back into him.

 

Julio chuckled, his voice sultry and hot in Stephan’s ear. “No, my sweet. This is the dancing. Later I will show you the fucking.”