“I didn’t even pick dare yet, idiot. You have to ask me first.”
“Okay. Emogen, truth or d—”
Emogen threw her arms around Briar as she planted a kiss on Briar’s mouth. This time, even Taylor went crazy.
Of course, Emogen dared Corinna to kiss Briar next. And of course everyone went crazy over it.
Corinna pulled away from Briar but threw her arm around her and turned her in the direction of Taylor. “Tay Tay, you’re up next!” She cheered.
Taylor’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s, but Fletcher didn’t meet his gaze.
Fletcher felt it before he even looked. His chest tightened with a warning flare of something hot and ugly. He folded his arms across his chest like his father always did to show his disappointment. He wore a mask of indifference as Taylor looked at him. He hated how this was his automatic reaction.
“Pucker up, Piers,” Douglas said as he clapped Taylor on the back.
Fletcher didn’t care. This game was stupid, anyways. Briar was a complete stranger, and they would never see her again after tonight.
He and Taylor locked eyes for a split second. Taylor hesitated. Only slightly, but just enough to tell Fletcher everything he needed to know.
Fletcher’s jaw tightened as Taylor leaned down and kissed Briar. A closed mouth kiss, but it didn’t matter to Fletcher. It was nothing meaningful. It was just a kiss with a girl at a bar.
Except that Fletcher could clock Taylor from a mile away. This kiss did mean something to him. It was careful and restrained. Only Fletcher could tell that Taylor hated it.
That wasn’t how Taylor kissedhim on the plane. It was completely different. Fletcher’s stomach churned. He didn’t understand what exactly he was feeling, but he didn’t like it. He felt sick. He quickly drained his beer before announcing that he had to use the restroom, but no one actually heard him. They were too self-involved in their game.
Fletcher pushed through the crowd, bumping into people as he pushed through. He didn’t even bother apologizing. The loud music became muffled as he slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him and leaned down over the sink to calm himself down, focusing on the coldness of the porcelain. He dropped his head as he focused on calming down. None of this mattered. He shouldn’t be reacting this way. What the hell was wrong with him?
He heard the door handle jiggle as someone tried to come in, easily becoming aggravated. “Occupied,” he yelled without moving. The door handle continued to jiggle as the person began knocking on the door. His blood boiled and his patience had grown thin. Fletcher groaned in frustration as he walked over to tell the person to fuck off. He unlocked the door and yanked it open.
Taylor pushed him back into the bathroom and locked it behind him as he backed Fletcher up against the sink with a feral look in his eye. He grabbed Fletcher’s hips and spun him, bending him down over the sink. Fletcher gripped the porcelain so hard his knuckles turned white. He could feel how hard Taylor was as he ground his ass against Taylor’s crotch. His hole involuntarily clenched at the contact.
Taylor reached down in front of Fletcher and unfastened his belt with one hand before unzipping him. He leaned down and nipped at Fletcher’s ear as he slid his hand inside of Fletcher’s underwear. Taylor wrapped his hand aroundFletcher’s hardened length and began working him inside his pants, jerking at a steady pace.
“Yeah, you like that?” Taylor cooed slowly in his ear, sounding husky and something unworldly. Chills ran down Fletcher’s spine as his orgasm started to build.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher whimpered. His right hand reached behind and held the back of Taylor’s head as Taylor kissed the side of his neck. He leaned his head back against Taylor and just about came when he saw their reflection in the mirror. Taylor had almost a predatory stance the way he had Fletcher pushed up against the sink. And Fletcher looked so slack against him, but so feral.
He looked completely unwound as Taylor continued to stroke him and kiss the side of his neck. Fletcher’s chest rapidly rose and fell.
Fletcher could feel his orgasm approach. Taylor’s free hand went to cover Fletcher’s mouth as Fletcher cried out in an overwhelming sea of pleasure. Taylor pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s temple as he felt Fletcher’s body go rigid against him. He slowed his jerking movements as Fletcher came, covering Taylor’s hand in his cum. Taylor rubbed Fletcher’s sensitive slit with his index finger, which caused Fletcher to let out one last moan that vibrated against his hand. “Fuck,” he panted.
Taylor removed his hands from Fletcher’s pants while Fletcher turned around and pressed a messy kiss beneath Taylor’s jaw. Fletcher tugged Taylor’s hair back so he could press another kiss to the hollow of his throat, his tongue licking the skin there.
It wasn’t until after that when Fletcher finally pulled back and looked at Taylor. They gave each other unreadable expressions.
Fletcher stepped aside and nodded his head towards the sink.Without speaking, Taylor leaned down and quickly turned the water faucet on to clean Fletcher’s cum from his hand.
Fletcher looked at Taylor through the mirror with that same unreadable expression before he chewed on his bottom lip. He didn’t know what to think. He liked it.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile before Taylor turned back around to face him. He cupped Fletcher’s jaw and traced Fletcher’s bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Fletcher’s lips parted as he finally broke their silence.
“I’m going back out to the bar,” Fletcher announced, trying to sound unfazed. He wanted to play it cool, when in reality he was spiraling on the inside. He didn’t want to leave Taylor under the impression that he wanted more. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he wanted more. They both had crossed a line, and it completely terrified him.
Taylor’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s, but he didn’t make a move to kiss him. He clenched his jaw, looking slightly pained, before just nodding. He let go of Fletcher’s jaw as Fletcher pulled away and turned to leave the bathroom, leaving Taylor to watch him leave.
Fletcher weaved in and out of people in the crowd until he found the group of his friends plus the two unwanted guests.
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