Scout’s smile faltered slightly. In a lower voice he asked, “Did something happen between you and Stark? Things seemed a little terse back there.”
“We just had an argument the last time we spoke,” Kyle said with a sigh. He took a sip of his drink, wincing at the tartness and alcohol. “It was… stupid.”
“I’m listening,” Scout said.
Kyle thought about spilling his situation for a brief moment, then thought better of it. He didn’t want to ruin Scout’s party with his own issues. Even now he was taking Scout’s attention away from the fun atmosphere. He didn’t want to be selfish any longer.
He shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” He forced a smile. “I’ll go talk to Stark about it myself,” he lied.
Scout blinked. “Oh. If you say so. Let me know if you need anything then, okay? I’ll be around here somewhere - oh, Chase, stop hogging the booze and let someone else have a drink!”
As Scout bounced off, Kyle was already formulating an escape strategy. Maybe if he stuck to the walls and hid behind people he could get out without being seen.
He sighed. He knew there was no way he could ditch the party without being overwhelmed by guilt.
He glanced at the drink table. If nothing else, he could get completely wasted. At least that way he wouldn’t remember what an awful night this had been.
He picked out an unopened bottle of a bright green beverage, opened the cap, and threw his head back. The sour burning sensation poured down his throat and he finished off a quarter of the bottle with a gasp.
Within a few minutes, a warm buzz was already worming its way through his body. He was already forgetting his troubles and giving into the fuzzy pleasure of the alcohol.
He downed another gulp.
This was going to be a long night.
* * *
Their eyes met.
Something flickered between them. A spark of electricity. A spark of longing and need.
The distance between them closed.
Nobody else mattered. The fact disappeared into the background as white noise.
A mouth crushed against his own.
* * *
Everything waswarm and hot at the same time. They were two very different sensations, but seemed to melt into one - the warmth and numbness from the alcohol, and the heat from something else.
From the hands running all over his body.
Kyle let out a gasp as the hands pressed firmly into his chest, still above the fabric. Gentle fingers twisted into his shirt and pulled him closer. Everything was so hot.
In the haze of lust and alcohol, Kyle had enough sense to recognize who was touching him.
Stark.
The alpha’s hands roamed over his body, gentle but firm, confident and eager to please. Stark pushed him up against the wall. The hallway was dark and silent, away from the noise of the crowd. Kyle wasn’t sure how they’d ended up here. He didn’t care. All he wanted right now was Stark.
An immense wave of pleasure shot through him as one of Stark’s hands drifted down below his stomach and between his thighs. He whined with need.
His bare back scraped against the wall as his shirt rode up, but he didn’t care. There was nothing he could focus on except the explosion of pleasure coursing through his body as Stark grasped his already hard cock through his pants. Kyle moaned and threw his head back, slamming it against the wall.
Kyle couldn’t stop the noises escaping his lips until Stark crushed his mouth against his, silencing him. They kissed deeply as Stark continued to touch him haphazardly. Finally he had enough of the fabric in his way and practically tore Kyle’s pants off to get to the prize underneath.
The sensation of Stark’s hand on his bare cock was unlike anything Kyle had ever felt before. White exploded behind his eyes for a split second, and he was afraid he had already came, but the tight knot of tension was still there below his stomach. He bit his lip and shut his eyes tightly, groaning in pleasure.
