I felt my way down to his belt, then snuck my hand up under his shirt, just enough to get my thumb on his flesh, feeling that light happy trail that was still burned into my memory from when I’d seen him in that bar the first time.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his body against mine and the pleasant sound of the music—another song I didn’t recognize any more than the one Ty had told me about before.
I wanted to enjoy it so much longer that even when the music shifted, I pretended not to notice, to steal another moment. Ty reached up and rested his hand on the back of my head, stroking his hand through my hair, my dick growing harder and harder the longer we kept up the ruse of sharing a dance when really it was clear we were trying to share so much more.
However, as the song switched again, I knew it was time to call it quits, and I pulled away.
Ty whirled around, a sneaky smirk across his face. Seemed like he was proud of how long he’d managed to keep me at the bar. We closed our tabs and headed out.
As I pulled out my phone, Ty asked, “What are you doing?”
“Calling an Uber.”
“Naw, come back to my place. You know I’m right down the street.”
“There’s not really a point to that, is there?”
“Isn’t there?” Ty asked, his expression revealing suspicious motives.
“Well, I already told you—”
“I don’t doubt your ability to restrain yourself, Liam. Just come on.”
“That seems—”
“Look, I’ll be walking home at night all by myself. Never know what might happen.”
“You’re not gonna Uber?”
“Pfft. I don’t ever Uber from the bar. I’m just a few blocks away.”
“You’ve had enough between the drinks at dinner, the bar, and the shots that DJ gave us that you could call an Uber to be on the safe side.”
“Or you could walk me back to my place and keep me safe—my big, strong Liam.” He studied my expression. “You Uber, and I’m walking,” he threatened.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “Lead the way.”
It was two-fold. He had genuinely raised concern, but also, it was an excuse to spend more time with him, and even though we both could see right through the ruse, I didn’t give a shit.
The way he walked, standing erect and with a broad grin stretched across his face, it was as though he felt he’d won some sort of game.
Perhaps he had.
“Could be a lot worse,” he said as we continued en route. “Didn’t pull a Jesse in PV.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, remembering how trashed his poor pal had been that night. “No, certainly not. But that was a good night as I recall.”
“You mean our talk?”
“I meant you getting lucky at the bar.”
“Liam, I assure you, that was about as unlucky an experience as I could have, considering Jesse caught me and that guy in a bathroom stall.”
I enjoyed another laugh. “That’s true, but it got you two talking and then eventually led to you chatting with Eric about your sexual orientation. I’m sure that helped in terms of dealing with it.”
“Yeah, it did. The plus side being that you saw I was into guys.”
“Hold up,” I said. “I knew you were into guys the moment I set eyes on you.”
