Chapter 4: What Happens in Vegas
I'm not sure why we agreed to celebrate our twenty-first birthday in Vegas. I guess we figured it was tradition, or at least that's what our friends told us. "It will be a boys weekend," Nathan had said. "You'll get to go to the clubs without using fake IDs," Adam piped in. "It's going to be epic!" Nathan insisted. They knew Jonah and I were not the clubbing types, and although we did have fake I.D.s, we have looked twenty-five for at least five years. We had gone to school with them since junior high. Both were on the football team, like us, but unlike us, they took advantage of every opportunity to party and fuck the entire student body in high school. I dated the head cheerleader for two years and Jonah dated her best friend. We were not monogamous by any means, we were just a bit more picky about who we hooked up with.
Adam drove. Nathan sat in the passenger seat playing DJ. Jonah and I sat in the back watching them argue about what songs were best for the Kane Twins Vegas Weekend Extravaganza, Adam had coined it. We always wondered if they would couple up, but Adam had found himself a girlfriend and Nathan was still deciding which gender he wanted to be with. They had turned twenty-one a few months ago, their birthdays a week apart, the irony that they threw a house party instead of going to Vegas was not lost on me. Nathan had decided he was going to play the field for two more years and then settle down. Adam's girlfriend was not real pleased with being excluded from the weekend festivities, but he promised to behave, and she promised to trust him.
Nathan finally found the perfect playlist and turned up the volume. The bass vibrated through the speakers and Adam drummed on the steering wheel to the beat. Jonah and I exchanged a look that was our promise to enjoy the weekend, no matter what. We sang along to the music, back seat danced, and lost ourselves in the moment as dirt and desert flashed by outside.
Adam turned down the music as the lights of the city came into view. The drive to Vegas was the fun part. No one enjoyed the ride back. We gave a whoop and holler cheer as the silhouettes of the oversized hotels popped up over the horizon. We were staying at the Hard Rock Hotel. It had its own club scene, cool restaurants, a tattoo shop Adam was dying to get into and one hell of a suite for an affordable price. Jonah and I agreed to pay for the room, the boys had to find a way to pay for the food and drinks. We were pretty sure we were going to get the better end of that deal.
Our room was on one of the top floors, and despite being off the strip, the view of the lights and buildings did not make it feel any less like we were in the heart of sin city. We had a living room, with two couches and a big screen TV, and a full bedroom, with a king-sized bed. Jonah and I claimed it without much argument from Adam or Nathan. The bathroom was bigger than some people's apartments, with a separate shower and bathtub that looked like they fit seven people each. My thoughts turned to all the things I wanted to do to Jonah in there and I stamped them down quickly.
"I'll just sleep in the tub," Nathan suggested, looking over my shoulder.
"Just because it is bigger than a house doesn't mean you get to bring more people into our room," I teased him.
"Yes, dad," he bumped his shoulder into my back playfully.
Dinner was a must, and we found ourselves in a kitschy restaurant off the lobby of our hotel. Adam and Nathan were making plans for our weekend, mapping out which clubs we were going to hit and how many casinos we could play poker in. Jonah and I listened intently, letting their infectious excitement influence our moods.
After dinner we decided to take a wander through the Hard Rock's casino, stopping to play a couple of the slot machines, losing money immediately. We sat down at a blackjack table and proudly handed over our real IDs when the dealer asked for them. Adam was up five hundred dollars within an hour, but Nathan, Jonah and I were down. We stepped back and watched Adam work for a bit before security asked us to move away from the table. Nathan directed us toward one of the several bars in the middle of the casino and we found an empty booth.
I sat close to Jonah, letting my knee rest against his under the table. I wanted to touch him, feel his muscular thigh on my fingers, hold his hand, but I couldn't. And I didn't. Adam found us a short time later, announcing he had walked away with a grand. He was very proud of himself for not only winning, but for leaving the table while he was ahead. Nathan suggested we go to a club at one of the hotels on the strip, and although I wasn't thrilled, we followed him out of the bar and into the loud casino. When we stepped outside the revolving doors we were hit by extreme cold and driving rain. "Did anyone bring an umbrella?" Adam screamed over the noise of the rain hitting the roof of the awning we were standing under. We shook our heads and made our way back into the casino.
"Maybe we'll have better luck tomorrow," I suggested when we were back inside. "It's only Thursday, we have two more nights."
We split off into two groups. Adam and Nathan went back to the blackjack table, Jonah and I found a poker table to sit at. After an hour we cashed out and headed back to our room. As soon as we were in the door Jonah pulled me into a passionate kiss. "I have been waiting all day to do that," he breathed into me. I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bedroom. I had no idea how long Adam and Nathan would be gone, but I was not going to let the opportunity of being alone slip by.
My heart beat faster as his soft hands trailed over my chest and stomach. We kissed with a need that drove me further into oblivion. Voices outside the suite door pulled me out of the moment, causing us both to step back from each other. We waited. Adam and Nathan had not returned. With a slight frown Jonah suggested we take things into the bathroom. Where there was a door we could lock. I tried hard not to let the idea of having to be behind a locked door take way my desire for him. As if it could.
Jonah ran the water in the shower and we undressed each other slowly, stopping to kiss as each piece of clothing hit the floor. We stepped under the flow of hot water and continued to kiss and touch and rub against each other. My fingers toyed with Jonah's hole, opening him up so he could take all of me. He moaned and pulled me closer to him as I slid my cock inside his ass and began to pump in and out slowly. I kissed his neck and held my arms around him, keeping him close. He braced himself against the wall as my thrusts pushed against him. I could feel his ass throb against my dick and he shot a load of cum onto the tiles of the shower floor. I was not far behind, filling him with hot cum as his mouth found mine.
We stood at the sink each with a towel wrapped around our waists. Looking in the mirror I tried to differentiate him from myself, trying hard to find a way to not feel guilty about how much sneaking around we were having to do just to continue this relationship. I used to be able to find our small characteristic differences. But right now I could not tell where he ended and I began. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the door to the hotel suite close. I turned away from the mirror, opening the door to the bathroom part way, making it look like we were just in there at the same time.
"I gotta pee," Nathan's voice came through the crack in the door. I opened it all the way and headed toward the bedroom, with Jonah following behind me. I was throwing on a pair of pajama pants when Adam stepped in to the room.
"How much did you lose?" I asked him as he waited for Nathan to get out of the bathroom.
"Thanks for the confidence," Adam teased. "We are both up."
"Nice," Jonah chimed in behind me. "At least we know we get to eat this weekend," he quipped.
Adam took off his shirt and threw it at Jonah. "Dick," he said in his favorite dude voice.
With the lights out and Nathan and Adam safely out of the room, I slid closer to Jonah and pulled his arm over me. I wanted to fall asleep wrapped in his warmth.
