Mary’s was busy when I got there. I spotted Mal near the bar and felt my cock harden at the sight of him. Those jeans molded to his firm, round ass, and the silky V-necked T-shirt he wore clung to his muscular torso, the capped short sleeves cutting into his deltoids.
I watched as a guy no older than twenty-one sidled up to Mal and put a hand on his forearm. But Mal gently removed it and shook his head.
“Hey there,” I said as I came up to stand beside him.
“Tobie! You’re just in time to save me from the masses.”
“I think you can handle yourself just fine. It’s the other guys I’m worried about.”
“No need. I only have eyes for you.”
“Smooth talker.”
“Truth.” Putting an arm around my waist, Mal drew me to his side. “What’s your poison?”
“Tecate.”
Mal got the bartender’s attention and ordered two beers.