Page 66 of Saving Pookie

Is Gunnar really that much of a prick?

Where's Boone's brother?

You guys should date.

Pookie handled the last inquiry by pointing out to the horny fan that I'm straight. A lie I know he's getting tired of repeating, but a lie I'm not ready to stop telling.

Once inside, we danced with complete strangers and opted to keep a distance from anyone who even hinted they could know who we are. As the night went on, though, I was bit by the cold fangs of nostalgia. I wanted to touch Pookie and have him touch me. I wanted to dance like we used to dance, back when we had the luxury of anonymity.

This was made all the more frustrating.

Pookie and I tried to sneak into the bathroom for some lines and a quickie, but the line was too long. So, we made our way over to the hallway leading to the darkroom. It's rather crowded, so we're waiting for it to thin out a little before slipping inside.

Pookie's fingers graze mine, impatiently. The drugs in our system make everything feel heightened, so naturally it's become increasingly hard to hide the erection in my shorts.

A girl approaches with a slack-jawed expression. Ugh, she's clearly a fan. She's dressed in neon lingerie with her black hair tied up in pigtails. "I love you guys," she squeals, coming to a stop in front of us. "Can I ask a question?"

"Sure." I force a smile. There's absolutely nothing I'd rather be doing right now than being accosted by a fan when I desperately want to get away from the crowd and fuck my boyfriend in the ass.

Boyfriend?

Blame the fucking drugs.

"Are those your real names?" she asks, eyes shifting back and forth between Pookie and me.

"No." Pookie shakes his head with a laugh. "But we can't share our real names for safety reasons."

"Incorrect." I jab him playfully with an elbow. "Pookie is the only one with a fake name. The rest of ours are real."

"Wait, what?" His cute little dilated eyes squint as he attempts to process this new information. "How did I not know this?"

"I think you just assumed we all had boring real names, too."

He squints his eyes tighter as if he wants to say, Stop saying the first thing that pops into your head. Which would actually be great advice.

Anywho, time to go. I grab Pookie by the hand and drag him past the curtains separating the hallway from the darkroom. I don't even care that a fan saw us disappear into here. Together.

Now, darkrooms are supposed to be dark. Crazy, I know. But there's a red exit sign that casts a soft red glow near the entrance. It's not enough light to expose our identities but just enough light to act on an itch I've been dying to scratch.

I wrap my arms around Pookie's chest and guide him to a bench near the exit, leaving a trail of kisses on his neck along the way. "Get on your knees."

"Anything for you," he whispers back.

And then he does as he's told, dropping to his knees and leaning his chest over the bench. I sink to the floor behind him, pushing his legs apart. I peel his shorts and thong down the curve of his ass, and push his shirt up to his neck to expose his back. I reach into my pocket, grab the baggie, and empty a line of powder on the small of his back.

There's a commotion in front of us, the sound of a belt buckle clanking against the wall. A man grunts and groans while another whimpers. The best part? It could be a fucking celebrity and we'd never know. I've really been missing out in my former life as a straight boy.

Wait.

Fuck.

Ugh.

I lower my nose against Pookie's back and snort the trail of drugs leading down to the crack of his ass. Once there, I tongue his sweaty rim. It doesn't taste quite as fresh as it normally does, but the drainage in the back of my throat obfuscates it enough that I don't care. And besides, when his body contorts like this... when he fumbles on the bench, desperately trying to latch onto any semblance of control... when he throws such incredibly slutty little moans from his throat... How the fuck am I supposed to care?

I push my shorts to my thighs, lube up my cock with a disposable packet, and press against his hole. I'm about to fuck the hottest new reality star in the world, in a room filled with people, and none of them are any the wiser.

That's fucking hot.