He looks at Doc, then back at me. "Lucky friends." He says with a wink that I'd swear has Doc grinding his teeth together as the guy disappears back into the crowd dancing around us.
"There’s my boys!”
Sylas appears like a glittery hurricane, still in full drag. He hugs everyone, leaving lipstick marks, saving me for last.
"Gavin! Welcome to the rainbow mafia, baby!" He throws his arms around my neck, has to jump to reach, and plants a massive kiss on my cheek. I can feel the sticky residue he left behind. "You look delicious!” He pulls back and looks at me seriously for a second. "You good?"
"Thanks? And yeah, I'm good." I laugh, hugging him back. He smells like hairspray and pink.
"Taking good care of our little Sebastian?" Sylas asks with a knowing look.
"Trying to?—"
But when I turn, Doc's face has gone dark. Not sad, dark, murder dark. He's staring at the lipstick mark on my cheek like it personally offended him.
Sylas catches it too, laughs bright and sharp. "Ooh, someone's jealous!" He pushes me toward Doc. "Go get him, tiger!"
Doc turns to storm off, but fuck that. I catch his hips, pull him back against me. He's so small, fits perfectly against my chest.
"Where you going, Doc?" I lean down so my lips brush his ear.
He shivers. Full body, head-to-toe shivers.
"You look fucking gorgeous tonight," I tell him, letting my voice drop lower. "And just so we're clear? You're the only guy I want to dance with."
His hands come up to rest on mine, where they're holding his hips. Not pulling away, pressing closer.
"Yeah?" His voice is barely audible over the music.
"Yeah." I pull him tighter against me, start moving to the beat. "This okay?"
He turns his head just enough that I can see his smile. "More than okay."
The crowd presses around us, but all I can feel is Doc against me, the way he fits perfectly in my arms, how his body moves with mine like we've done this before. My lips find his neck without permission, and he gasps, grinding back against me.
This is definitely gay. And I'm definitely into it. Into him. Into whatever this is becoming.
"Gavin?" He tilts his head back to look at me.
"Yeah, Doc?"
"Thanks for tonight."
I spin him around to face me and keep him close, my hands on his lower back. "Night's just getting started."
His eyes go dark in a different way, the good way. The way that makes me want to find a dark corner and see what other sounds I can get him to make.
"Promise?" he asks.
"Count on it."
The bass drops, and Doc moves against me, all that usual careful control just... gone. His hands slide up my chest, fingernails dragging against bare skin where the mesh does nothing to protect me.
Fuck. That's new.Girls never did that… That little edge of sharp with the soft.
He turns in my arms again, grinding back against me, and holy shit. The way guys move is different. There's more... Intention? Like he knows exactly what he's doing to me, how to move to drive me insane. No hesitation, no playing coy. Just his ass pressed against me, moving to the beat like he's trying to kill me.
"Fuck," I breathe against his neck, can't help myself. My mouth finds that spot where his shoulder meets his neck, and he makes this sound, this tiny whimper that cuts through the music and goes straight to my dick.
