“You got the keys?” Elliott asked Taylor as they were heading towards Taylor’s truck.
“Yeah, man” replied Taylor, jingling them in Elliott’s face.
As they climbed into Taylor’s not-so-tidy truck Elliott let out a yowl.
“The hell is this for?!” he asked, pulling an open and slightly bent pair of handcuffs out from the seat which he just sat on.
Taylor blushed and threw the handcuffs in the back of the truck.
“They’re just for fun…” he started the truck and made his way to the bar.
“I didn’t think you to be the type, man.” Elliott said, after about 3 minutes of silence.
“What type?” asked Taylor.
“The handcuff type! I thought you were straight up, if you know what I mean.” replied Elliott, as if expecting Taylor to have known what he was talking about.
“You mean you think about what type I am in bed?” Taylor let out a booming laugh.
Elliott joined in the laughter and playfully slapped Taylor on his thigh - a bit too high up, and very near his crotch.
Quickly removing his hand, he looked out the window and neither of them said a word. Taylor felt his heart beat speed up, and clenching his fists tighter around the steering wheel he tried to concentrate on the road. What the hell was that all about? He thought to himself as he slowly pushed harder on the gas.
Taylor glanced over at Elliott who obviously seemed a bit uncomfortable at what happened. He decided to try and lighten the mood. He let out another laugh.
Elliott raised his eyebrow at Taylor, then looked out the window again and noticed that they had arrived at the bar.
It didn’t take long, but after a few drinks both Taylor and Elliott were pretty plastered. They both had forgotten about what happened in the truck and were having a decent time, singing along to the band and waving their drinks in the air.
“Hey man” Elliott shouted above the noise, “check that out.”
He pointed to two girls, a blonde and a brunette, around their 20’s, sitting on the other side of the bar, quite obviously staring at Taylor and Elliott.
A grin appeared on Taylor’s face and he glanced at Elliott. “Come on, man.”
Grabbing Elliott’s arm, Taylor led the two of them to the girls – who began to smile and whisper to each other.
“Well hello there.” said the blonde, placing a hand on Taylor’s chest, while the brunette wrapped her arm around Elliott’s neck.
“How you ladies doing?” asked Taylor, raising an eyebrow at the blonde.
“We’re a little bored, actually…” said the brunette, who had begun to trace Elliott’s lips with her fingers.
Elliott could feel himself getting hard and he sent a quick glance towards Taylor, who was obviously feeling the same way, as the blonde had run her hands around Taylor’s ass and was slowly massaging him.
“You boys want to have some fun?” asked the blonde, not taking her eyes off of Taylor.
Without giving them time to answer, the two girls walked to a back room leaving Taylor and Elliott by themselves.
To Taylor’s surprise, Elliott casually wrapped an arm around Taylor’s neck, and pressed his face awfully close to Taylor’s. “Come on, pal. Lets go have some fun!”
Elliott led the way into the room and turned around to face Taylor right before opening the door.
“You might want to get those handcuffs…” he said, with a smile on his face.