The guy held his hands up as he retreated, knocking into a woman and spilling her drink. “I’m backing up,” he slurred. “I don’t want to unleash the Beast.”
Scott turned back to his beer on the bar. “Beauty and the Beast?”
“We needed a unique selling point,” Thomas said. “There are thousands upon thousands of beautiful men competing on that site, but only one me.”
“You’re the selling point?”
“No,weare. Us. Together. Beauty and the Beast.”
Scott sipped his beer and tried to refocus his mind on why they were there. Russell kept glancing their way, and his friends looked too, giving Scott obvious ‘I hate you’ glares, which he shrugged off before huddling closer to Thomas. He leaned up to whisper something mundane in his ear but was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder.
He turned, and a different guy with a lip ring pointed at him, then Thomas. “Beauty and the Beast…” He held his hand out to Thomas, eyes round with envy. “You’re one lucky guy.”
“I know I am,” Thomas replied, shaking the offered hand while glancing at Scott.
“I hope you took good care of him afterwards.”
Thomas’s face fell.
Scott raised his hand. “I am here, you know.”
The man chuckled. “Oh, I know, but you’re not as recognisable without a pump on your dick and a vibrator up your arse, being fucked out of your mind.”
“Pussy,” Thomas corrected. “Up his pussy.”
Scott’s cheeks burned, and he took a gulp of beer to cool himself down.
The man made a pleasurable hum. “Pussy, yeah, he liked it being called that…”
Scott recoiled. “I don’t think I had an opinion on it.”
“Yeah, you did, that third time.” The man licked his lips. “When he pushed down on your stomach, talking in your ear about how good your pussy felt and you started trembling as you came.” He reached down to adjust himself, then whispered the word by Scott’s ear, “Pussy.”
Scott’s nape tingled, and he slapped his hand against it with a frown.
“Hey,” Thomas snapped, giving the man a shove. “Kindly remove your dick from our vicinity.”
“Sorry, sorry,” the man said. He tongued the piercing in his lip. “Big fan, that’s all.”
His eyes darted between Thomas and Scott a few times, then he left with a big smile on his face.
“I knew this was a bad idea,” Thomas muttered.
“How many people here have seen our videos?”
“From the way 50 per cent of people are looking over like they want to eat you, I’d say 50 per cent.”
“The same 50 per cent are eyeing you like they want to come over and congratulate you.”
Thomas smirked, then his eyes sharpened on Scott’s hand still clasped over the back of his neck.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” Scott rubbed the skin, then let go. “Where were we?”
Russell – yes – that was it.
“Hi…”
