Mac went to stand when fingers curled around his wrist. “Well, you might as well stay now that you’ve chased off my company.”
“What’s the point?” Mac asked, making no move to leave now that Archer’s skin burned a hole through him. “You were my first choice, but not my only one. Maybe I should go find one of your blonds. They looked like they’d be down for pretty much anything.”
Archer’s lips formed a hard line, and he clenched his teeth until his jaw muscle ticked.
“What’s wrong, Katniss? Don’t like the idea of me inside someone else?”
“I don’t even fucking know you.” He sneered.
“That doesn’t negate the fact that you’re jealous.”
Archer shook his head. “Are you trying to Jedi mind trick me into fucking you?”
Mac waved his hands in front of Archer’s face like he was casting a spell. “This is the dick you’re looking for,” he teased.
Mac’s heart skipped as Archer tried and failed to hide a smile. It was gone as fast as it arrived, but it left Mac feeling kind of shocked in its wake. It was so hard won. “What do you say, Katniss? Wanna go to bed with me?”
This time, Archer’s gaze slid away. “So, you’re saying you won’t go to bed with me unless I let you fuck me?”
Mac had never said that. He’d heavily inferred it, though never directly said it, but the way Archer said it made it sound like he was blackmailing him. “Is that what you need, Katniss? Do you need to pretend you don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that,” Archer managed.
He didn’t not say that either. This was an interesting development. It felt a little dangerous, like one wrong move and this might go from consensual play to a possible court case, but it didn’t stop him from leaning into his space. Mac stood, taking Archer’s hand and pulling him to his feet. “Let’s go.”
“Go where?” he countered.
Mac met his gaze. “My room.”
Archer’s chin came up defiantly. “What for?”
Once more, Mac leaned into his space. “So I can show you what you’re missing.” It was hardly his best line. He felt stupid even saying it.
“Whatever,” Archer muttered. “Let’s go to my room.”
Mac frowned. “I have a room here.”
Archer rolled his eyes. “Do you have the presidential suite?”
Mac chuckled. “Okay, baller. We’ll go to your room.”
The walk to the room seemed longer than usual, with Archer’s pace slowing the closer they got to his suite.
“Getting cold feet, Katniss?” Mac taunted.
Archer glowered at him. “You talk too fucking much.”
Nobody had ever accused Mac of that. He spent most of his time isolated in the middle of nowhere with only animals as his friends. If Archer didn’t want him to talk, he could think of other things to occupy his time.
He shoved Archer against the wall just beside his hotel room door, then stepped between his legs until their bodies were pressed together. Archer seemed shocked by his sudden change in circumstance, his lids fluttering closed as Mac swayed into his space. He didn’t kiss him right away, just stopped with their lips so close he could feel his breath on his skin.
When Mac didn’t kiss him, Archer’s eyes opened and he stared at him in confusion. Mac cupped Archer’s face, tilting his head exactly how he wanted it before finally sliding his mouth over his. Archer’s lips parted beneath his, letting him slip his tongue inside.
Archer raised his hands to grip Mac’s shirt, but he snagged his wrists, pinning them on either side of him. “Uh-uh,” he said against his mouth.
He kissed him slowly, thoroughly, enjoying the way the kiss seemed to expand until Archer was letting Mac suck on his tongue and bite at his bottom lip, his whole body slumped against the wall like he was intoxicated.
When Mac took a step back, Archer blinked at him slowly. “Key?”
