“Mm…mmph…yes…please, Master…” The words were high-pitched and muffled, and Clark felt them like electric shocks. Daniel groaned and leaned into the couch, and Clark had to catch his balance as his body mimicked the motion. Daniel placed his right arm about Adam’s head and shoulders, while his left petted the warm, flawless skin of Adam’s back.
Meanwhile, Tristan teased Adam and shifted closer to use both hands and roll the condom over Adam’s cock. Adam responded predictably; Clark could hear him moaning from where he stood.
Frowning, Clark looked down at his nearly-empty glass. He should enjoy the show. He should leave before the memories got any worse. He should return to the bar and act like he wasn’t bothered. He should walk over to Daniel and kiss him while Adam worked in his lap.
Too many conflicting impulses, and Clark felt worry gnaw at his insides when he heard another sound like a gunshot. It wasn’t real, but it was a warning.