An Unexpected Encounter

He had long chestnut hair with a hint of red when glinting in the sun that hung down to his chin in messy, loose curls. His green eyes enchanted women with a single look, and his strong, chiseled features likened to those Greek statues carved centuries ago. He was also quite built, with a firm chest and lots of sexy abs so ripped you could count each individual muscle. With his tall height and his overpowering persona, many women fell to his charms.

But that didn't mean he'd never been with a man. He'd experimented a couple times in college, had a fling or two with some of the men from work. He didn't go out of his way to avoid sexual relations with a man, he just ended up bringing more women home. But Jesse was a conundrum. A man, looking and acting like a woman, with a male package anyone could see was well-endowed through his tight turquoise leggings. It was confusing, to say the least. Not unpleasant, just really, really confusing. So when Jesse continued to grind into his groin with hip thrusts, he realized he needed to get out of there or suffer a lot of rising embarrassment. He took a step back and grabbed Jesse by his wrists, very gently, pulling him in closer.

"Hey, uh... I think that's enough dancing." Jesse was panting, and smirking devilishly. He'd probably felt what was growing on—going on in Alex's pants with all the close contact. "Can't... can't really handle much more." He didn't need the world to see him outlined in denim. He tugged Jesse over to the side, just a few feet from the door he'd first arrived in.

"What, can't handle all of this?" Jesse grinned cheekily, posing. Alex rolled his eyes, softening the action with a smirk.

"I just don't want to become a spectacle in the middle of the dance floor." He replied. Jesse stepped closer, close enough that Alex could physically feel Jesse's body heat emanating off of him.

"Would you rather go somewhere... private?" He asked, trailing his fingers across the front of Alex's jeans. He groaned inwardly and grabbed at Jesse's hands.
"You can't keep doing that." He muttered, eyes flaring, avoiding the question. He didn't want to admit his curiosity. Or his hard on for this femme male.