“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!
Not all the attention was focused on them, however, as Johnson had his fair share of admirers.
Although most of the team later moved on to other clubs, Johnson ended up staying at Connections and ensuring his dance card was filled for the rest of the evening and into the early hours of the next morning.
Luckily they didn’t have a game scheduled today, or there could have been a number of players absent from the squad! Guessing from their recent haphazard victories and defeats, the coach wouldn’t have been too happy about that.
Anybody have any photographic evidence of the night in question? We’re sure some of you must! Email [email protected] and let us share them!
Chapter 9
WHEN MICAH opened his eyes the next morning he winced at the bright light coming through the open curtains. It wasn’t like him to leave them open. As soon as the sun set down, he usually shut them, having had from birth a paranoia that people would be looking in at him.
That’s when it clicked. He wasn’t at home.
And not even Melbourne home. Or North Beach home. There was no breaking of waves upon the nearby shore or the gentle drone of traffic as surfers, swimmers, and dog walkers made their way to the water. Just a heavy lull of traffic as people headed to the inner city for brunches, coffee, and gossip.
He sat up, and surveyed the unfamiliar room. A Pulp Fiction poster stared back at him. Obvious sign of a first year Arts uni student. An inconsistent snoring made him finally notice the guy in bed next to him.
Jace slept with the same smile he had worn for most of the night, not the wicked grin he had in the toilets when he was going down on Micah.
Or the even more wicked one he had when he got Micah to his room.
Micah almost blushed as memories from the early morning came back to him. Daril was right. Jason had been very energetic.
And very vocal.
Micah wanted to escape before the rest of the house woke up and he had to experience the awkward looks given to the recently shagged nobodies that often traipsed through uni share houses. Jace continued to sleep soundly as Micah rummaged around on the floor, sorting between his and Jace’s clothes. Fuck, their boxers were similar. He hoped he had picked up his own. Funny how you could exchange body fluids but the thought of sharing underwear made you cringe.
Thankfully it looked like Jace would stay comatose. Micah dressed until he looked decent, leaving his shoes until he got out the door. Where the fuck was he, anyway? Not that it mattered; his phone would be able to tell him. What did similarly shamed hook-ups used to do in the past? Just wander around until they found some kind of landmark to give them their bearings? He walked off, not knowing where he was headed but wanting to put some distance between him and Jace’s house. Just in case Jace came looking for him.
As he checked his phone he realised he had missed quite a few calls from Emma, Dec, and even Simon. There were also a number of texts, the last one from Emma saying Please call me. Urgent. He stopped for a moment, dread filling him as he automatically thought of some tragedy befalling his family—some cataclysmic car accident that wiped them all out—but he put his paranoia behind him and called Emma.
She answered immediately. “Where the hell were you?”
“Shower,” he lied, automatically.
“That’s a pretty long fucking shower. And I called Sam. He said you weren’t home.”
Of course she called Sam. Emma would probably have the phone number of everyone who had ever crossed his path. Shit, she probably even had Jace’s by now.
“Well, I’m not. I went for a swim to the beach and had a shower there.” He was sick at how easy making up things came to him. “What’s wrong?”
“I take it you haven’t spoken to Dec?”
“Emma, spit it out!”
“It’s Will… he had a country game last night. The team bus crashed on their way back to Melbourne.”
A sweat broke out on Micah’s brow. “Is… is he okay?”
“He’s pretty badly injured, Micah. Most of the team is okay, a few injured, but Will… he’s the worst.”
“What?” He hated how obtuse she was being, but realised with horror she was actually crying and trying to control it.
“He broke his back.”
“Fuck.” It was all he could say, but it perfectly summed up what he was feeling. “Fuck. Is he—?”
He couldn’t even say the word.