“I don’t think I’m that drunk now.”
“It’s okay that we disagree on that,” Adonis said. “Do you still think water sounds good?”
Cort gripped his arm. “Yes.”
“Oh, you don’t need to touch me,” Adonis said, gently removing Cort’s hands. “We’ll get you some water back at the hotel.”
“You’re so nice,” Cort said. “Do you want to go back in and get another drink?”
“I really don’t, but that’s so thoughtful of you.”
Cort nodded magnanimously. Yes, the nod said. Hewasso thoughtful.
Bash returned. “If anyone asks the staff if this idioot was here, they’ll say no.”
“You are so cool,” Cort said in awe.
“How’d you do that?” Adonis asked quietly after they helped Cort stand.
“I paid the bouncer and the bartenders two hundred dollars each,” Bash said absently. “Is that the Uber?”
“Twohundreddollarseach?” Adonis gasped. “Yes, that’s the Uber.”
“Yes. They won’t say anything. It helps that Cort used a fake ID, so they don’t know his name. Say, Cort. Could I see that fake ID? I bet it looks very real.”
Cort grinned as they frogmarched him to the Uber. “Sure!” he said. He pulled it out of his wallet when Bash opened the car’s rear door. “Look! Conner Gre—”
“Bendankt,” Bash said, snatching the ID and shoving it in his pocket.
Cort gaped at him. “You—”
And then he threw up on Adonis’s shoes.
Chapter 11
Bash
“I am very sorry,” Bash repeated. He’d lost count of how many times he had apologized to Adonis for Cort’s sudden geyser of stomach bile, alcohol, and half-digested bar food. Adonis, to his credit, was being a champ.
“It’s fine,” Adonis repeated. They were back in Bash’s hotel room. Cort, who had started sobbing after throwing up, was asleep in Robbie’s bed.
Together, Bash and Adonis had managed to sneak Cort back into the hotel with no one from Bellford seeing. Instead of taking Cort back to his room, where they would have to explain things to Cort’s roommate, they brought him to Bash’s. They’d shoved him in the shower and left the door unlocked, listening carefully to make sure he didn’t fall and injure himself.
Instead of hurting himself, he had seemed happy enough and had badly sung a song fromHamilton. When he had come out of the bathroom, he was naked, and Bash had spun him around and pushed him back into the bathroom.
“Clothes,” he had demanded.
Cort had been giggling when he reappeared and then had collapsed on Robbie’s bed. He was asleep within less than two minutes.
Now, Bash rubbed a hand down his face. “You really didn’t have to come with me. But, thank you for being there.”
Adonis sat on the edge of Bash’s bed. They had put away the tools and toys for sex before leaving to find Cort. He rubbed the drab quilt. “I’m glad I could be there. It was good of you to go get him.”
Bash shrugged. “He needed someone. I’m just surprised he called me.”
Adonis patted the bed next to him. Bash, usually not one to obey, went to sit beside him. His body responded to being so close to Adonis. He thought about how close he had been to eating the figure skater’s ass. How badly he still wanted to do that. And all the other things he still wanted to do.
“Are you going to tell your coach?” Adonis asked, nodding to Cort.
