A man further up the bar staggered over, grinning from ear to ear. Thomas stiffened when he fell into his back and slowly turned to face him with his most murderous expression. Instead of being intimidated, the man gasped in excitement rather than fear.
“No freaking way,” he exclaimed, before poking Thomas’s biceps.
Thomas smacked his hand away. “Can we help you?”
The drunken man briefly went cross-eyed, then pointed at Scott and snorted. “Beauty.”
Scott frowned, glancing at Thomas, who tensed.
“Thanks…I think.” Scott replied.
The man nodded and moved his finger to Thomas. “Beast.”
“Beast?” Scott eyed the man. “You want to try looking in the mirror, pal?”
“It’s okay, Scott,” Thomas said, placing a hand on his chest.
“It’s not fucking okay for him to come over here and call you that.”
The man blinked dozily. “But you’re Beauty and the Beast.”
Scott picked his beer off the bar. “This is going in your face.”
“No, Scott,” Thomas said, taking it off him. “He’s not insulting me.”
“But –”
“It’s what our profile is called,” Thomas said, touching Scott’s waist, drawing him closer, so they had a semblance of privacy.
“I thought it was called Sexy Scott.”
Thomas smirked. “Yes, it was. A name you probably came up with in ten seconds.”
“Five actually.”
“I renamed it to something that reflects both of us.”
“You’re not a beast…”
“In our videos, I am.”
When Scott went to disagree, Thomas jumped in with a sly smile on his lips. “I’m the beast who’s locked you away in my mansion and makes you come over and over as punishment for being so goddamn beautiful.”
Scott worked his jaw and opened his mouth, but no words followed.
“It’s hot,” the guy said, swaying. “The last video you put up…” He whistled. “Seriously, was it real?”
He addressed the question to Scott.
“Was what real?”
“Being made to come until you fainted?”
Scott’s cheeks flushed. He didn’t know where to look.
The man laughed, getting his answer. “Good,” he said. “That’s mind-blowingly hot. I didn’t think you’d faked it, but sometimes you can’t tell.” He gave Scott a wide, drunken smile. “You are insanely sexy while you’re like that.”
He leaned in, and Thomas blocked him with his arm. “And you’ve outstayed your welcome.”
