Fuck it. He’d come this far. He might as well shoot his shot. “None of these boys will hold your interest,” he said. “You only play with them because they’re forgettable.”
The man laughed low, reaching for his drink, this time actually swallowing it down. Mac watched his throat convulse, suddenly imagining wrapping a hand around his neck while he forced his cock down that same throat. Yeah, Archer would look great on his knees. Or even on all fours.
Christ.
Archer set his drink down, running his finger around the rim of the glass before giving Mac a smug smile. “Make no mistake. I’ll forget you, too, darling.”
Mac was close enough that when he turned his head to respond, his nose brushed just behind Archer’s ear. “Come to my room and let me prove you wrong. What do you say, Katniss?”
He felt the other man bristle at the nickname and couldn’t hide his smile. Archer looked calm and collected, but deep down, he seemed…prickly. God, there was nothing Mac liked more than having to work for it. He pulled back just in time to watch Archer’s lips part. He stared at Mac for a long moment before seeming to catch himself, smirking as he said, “Hard pass, but thank you.”
“So polite.” Mac tilted his head, studying Archer closely. “What are you afraid of?
Archer scoffed. “I’m not afraid. I’m just not interested, darling. There’s a difference.”
Mac lifted his hand and ran a thumb along Archer’s bottom lip, watching his pupils blow wide. He smirked. “You’re definitely interested.”
The boy sitting forgotten on the other side of Archer cleared his throat loudly, his mouth creating an exaggerated pout when Archer failed to notice.
“Aren’t you bold,” Archer said.
Mac assumed the question was rhetorical. “I just know what I want.”
Once more, Archer gave him a hard once-over. “And what’s that?”
Mac leaned in, pressing the words into the shell of Archer’s ear. “To spend the night buried inside you.”
Even with the soft music piped through the bar’s speakers, Mac could hear the catch in Archer’s breath, his chest rising and falling. He heard him audibly swallow before he reached for his drink, draining it in two gulps.
Still, he said, “Does that line work for you often?”
Mac smiled. “I’m not sure. I've never had to use it before. Most men don’t make me work this hard.”
“I find that hard to believe. But I’m not the one you’re looking for,” Archer told him, trying and failing to maintain that same bored affect he’d had when Mac first approached.
“Why’s that, Katniss?” Mac asked, letting his hand curl high on Mac’s thigh.
Archer shrugged, turning to catch Mac’s gaze. “I don’t bottom.”
Mac grew bolder, his hand sliding higher, his thumb tracing the outline of Archer’s hard cock through his jeans. “That’s a shame. Because I’m so fucking hard thinking about you underneath me. I bet you’re so fucking hot inside.”
The three drinks he had were making him far bolder than he’d ever been in the center of a hotel bar, but Archer wasn’t pushing him away. In fact, he grabbed Mac’s wrist, grinding himself against his palm.
“Have you ever tried it?”
Archer shook his head. “Not interested.”
“I’m not trying to sound like some kind of pervy after-school special, but how do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never tried?”
“The same way I know I don’t like heroin,” Archer countered. “Deductive reasoning.”
Mac chuckled softly. “So, you think bottoming for me might become addictive? I consider that a compliment.”
Archer rolled his eyes. “I’m sure you do. But it’s still not happening.”
Mac let himself feel the hard line of Archer’s cock once more before pulling his hand back. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the blond boy shake his head then leave the booth, making for another man sitting at the bar.
Mac shrugged. Maybe that kid had the right idea. “Guess I’ll go look for someone with lower standards and a slightly more adventurous spirit.”
