“Yeah, yeah, come on over. Cay made popcorn.” Tai waved him over. “And didn’t burn down the house!”
Everyone roared with laughter.
“Shut up!” I flipped him the bird, laughing.
Everyone stood up or shuffled to greet Beck, and I bumped my fist to his casually, as if I didn’t want him to pin me to the ground and rail me senseless.
“It’s time to pause and order food anyway!” Tai twirled off the couch and produced his phone from his eggplant emoji leggings. “How about sushi? I know a top-notch place, and it won’t be too expensive. Let’s say the guy who works there has a good reason to give me a discount.”
“You’re disgusting,” Sam muttered.
“I’m a hot-blooded queer who has a life.” He scoffed, flipping his pink hair back. “Besides, he pissed me off the other day, so it would do him good to remind him of my fabulous self. And how he didn’t get invited to this banging party.” He tapped his phone with his glittery fingernails. “Mixed platters so everyone would pick and choose what they want?” He glanced at Wes. “So little misterno avocadocan eat too.”
Beck sat on the armrest, and the collective “oooooh” from the crowd sounded.
“Oh fuck off, all of you.” As if to prove a point, he plopped on the floor right in front of me and leaned back against the couch.
Between my spread legs…
I held my breath, sitting stiffly, but his position shocked absolutely no one, and the show resumed as if Beck’s head was not inches from my dick.
Geralt’s pecs on display reminded me of how Beck had hovered above me as he thrust inside. Fuck, I could suck his nipples now just to hear that sexy growl. I repositioned myself, spreading my legs wider, hoping everyone was too engrossed with Geralt’s chat with the prostitute and they wouldn’t notice how tight my pants were in front.
Beck looked up at me, his hair brushing my crotch. “You okay?” he mouthed.
I nodded and pushed his head back so he could watch the show. His soft hair tickled my palm, and I played with the strands, easing back into the couch. There was no chance for me to focus on the show, but I was content with the imagery in my head instead. It included Beck holding me down and pulling my hair so he could kiss my neck with fervor. And yup, that didn’t help my hard-on situation.
A loud ding-dong pierced the room, startling me, and I tore my hand away from Beck to fold my arms.
Tai levitated off his seat to skip to the door. “Food is here!”
Wes and Sam helped him bring the stuffed bags andredistributed the food.
Sam reclaimed her armrest seat, balancing her container of rainbow rolls on her thigh. Wes, Alex, and Tai sat on the pillows on the floor around the low table.
If I stood up, everyone would know I had a stiffy. I grabbed a blanket off the back of the sofa to cover my lap just as Beck came to my rescue.
He sat next to me with two platters of sushi and handed me one, pulling the blanket over his lap too. The way his eyes narrowed at my apologetic smile told me he knew exactly what was up.Focus on the food, Cay. Food.
“I don’t like the spicy ones.” I shoved the veggie rolls with paprika to the side.
“I’ll take them,” Beck said.
Without thinking, I picked one with my chopsticks and lifted it.
Never had I been so turned on by a man consuming rice as I was when Beck’s luscious lips closed over my sticks.
He moaned, and his eyes popped open, his cheeks turning the color of that damn paprika. The pause in everyone’s eating was like a bisexual flag on a white wall. Very fucking obvious.
Beck coughed and punched his chest with a fist.
“It’s spicier than I thought.” He reached for his can of Coke, his movements frantic as he gulped down half of it.
“Sorry. Are you okay?” I didn’t reach for him despite the urge tingling in my hands.
“Yeah, I’ll be back.” He shot to his feet and launched toward the hallway.
“I’ll check on him,” I said to the crowd of munching faces and raised eyebrows. Fuck, were we too obvious? Hopefully not. “Continue without us. I’ve seen the first season three times anyway.”
