Shortly after, Taylor came back out to meet back up with his group of friends. He was glad that they were all seemingly too drunk to notice the both of them had left and returned at nearly the same time. Taylor’s eyes met Fletcher’s and his hand flexed at the memory of Fletcher’s flesh against his own just a fewbeats ago.
“Hey there, handsome. I’ve been looking for you,” Briar said. She wrapped her hand around his bicep and leaned up to kiss him. Taylor dodged the kiss, offering her an apologetic yet polite smile. His eyes flickered back up to Fletcher, whose eyes darkened with disdain as his jaw clenched. Fuck. He didn’t want Fletcher to have the idea. About him and Briar. But also, he wasn’t sure what to make of whatever the hell he just did to his best friend in the bathroom. Taylor quickly looked back to Briar.
“Sorry, I’m just not really in the mood,” he told her, trying to sound as polite as possible. “Yet,” he added quickly on an impulse. Briar was very much into him and had been clinging on to him all night long. He was admittedly sending her mixed signals, but the sight of Fletcher and his stubborn attempts to avert his gaze all night long had him worked up. That, and the fact that the image of Fletcher down on his knees had been burned into his brain since he had that stupid fucking dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare disguised as a dream.
He knew he shouldn’t have kissed Briar during the game, but he was very clearly backed into a corner. What would his friends all think if he had refused to kiss her?
The sight of Fletcher turning to leave out of pure jealousy made Taylor go crazy and lose his mind. He knew Fletcher would head to the bathroom. He knocked on the door repeatedly before Fletcher finally opened. Taylor didn’t waste any time pushing Fletcher up against the sink and reaching down his pants to jerk him off. He wanted to punish him. For something. He didn’t really have an excuse to do what he did, but Fletcher had wanted it just as much as he did.
He deprived himself of the satisfaction of kissing Fletcher.On his lips, at least. Kissing him made it too real. It was too dangerous. Too risky. He couldn’t.
And then Fletcher left him in the bathroom seeming completely indifferent to what had just happened.
“Maybe a few drinks would help change that?” Briar asked seductively.
“Uhh, maybe,” Taylor said, sounding hesitant as he watched Fletcher grab the attention of a random chick at the bar. He leaned down and whispered into her ear before grabbing her hand and leading her out to the dance floor. Whatever, Taylor thought. Clearly Fletcher didn’t like it as much as he thought he did. He tried to ignore the anger that had bubbled up within him.
“Let’s go dance,” he told Briar quickly. He led her out to the dance floor with his gaze still transfixed on Fletcher. Fletcher had his hands around her as they danced seductively. But then Fletcher looked up at him with a knowing look on his face. His mouth curled up into a devilish grin as he slid his hands down the girl’s back to squeeze her ass. Taylor clenched his jaw.
Two could play at that game, he thought to himself.
He stood behind Briar, who pressed herself up against his body and ground her ass on him. She turned and looked at Taylor with an excited look on her face as she felt that he was hard. But the truth was that he was still hard from his and Fletcher’s escapade in the bathroom moments ago.
He and Fletcher made it into some sort of a game. Who could make the other one lose control first? Who was the stronger man? They stole glances at one another as they both danced seductively in the club with other girls.
“You’re so hard,” Briar whispered to him as she turned around to face him. Taylor hated the way her voice sounded. Too soft,too feminine. Fuck. What the fuck was happening to him?
She threw her hands over his shoulders and Taylor’s hands reluctantly clung to her waist. They danced for a few more minutes before Sánchez walked up to him, holding hands with a random girl he must’ve found.
“Look at you, man!” he said to Taylor’s ear. “You look like you’ve been having a fun night,” he said with a suggestive look on his face.
“What’s going on, bud?” Taylor asked.
“Little Armstrong asked me to tell you that you should probably find a place to stay tonight,” he smirked. “But it looks like you already have that covered.”
And suddenly Taylor was not in the mood for any more games. He was seething. He felt angry. “Thanks for letting me know,” he told Sánchez with his jaw still clenched. Sánchez bid them a goodnight before waltzing off to some other corner of the club with his mystery woman.
Fletcher was bringing some random girl back to their room to fuck her. Like he didn’t even give a shit. Taylor seethed. Here he thought that maybe Fletcher had… But he went and found the first girl who looked his way and seduced her into coming back totheirhotel room. Taylor wanted to give him a piece of his mind. He wanted to ruin Fletcher’s night. He didn’t have the right to kick Taylor out of his own room.
Briar smiled at him as she tugged on his shirt to get his attention. “You wanna get out of here, handsome?” She asked.
Taylor shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
He pulled away from Briar and stormed the hell out of there.
15
The Breaking Point
Taylor stormed up to the room and quickly unlocked the door. How fucking dare he?
He let Taylor jerk him off in the bathroom then runs away and brings some whore back to their hotel room? Taylor was seeing red. He lost control of every sense of composure.
There was no one on either of the beds, but Taylor could hear the shower running. He walked over to bang on the door so he and Fletcher could have it out, but he was surprised to see it had been left ajar. Taylor heard a soft moan coming from the bathroom. Fletcher was in there with the girl. Intheirfucking bathroom. Taylor couldn’t tolerate the disrespect any longer. Steam spilled from the small crack as Taylor pushed the door open.
Fletcher had one hand on the fogged-up shower glass as he leaned down to stroke himself. Completely nude. At the sound of the door hitting the wall as Taylor threw it open, Fletcher whipped his head up to look at Taylor. Even through the fogthat had permeated the entire bathroom, Taylor could still make out the smirk on Fletcher’s face as he pumped himself.
For a split second, Taylor was unable to move. He stood there and watched as Fletcher gave himself slow, lazy strokes. He began to quicken his pace when his eyes locked with Taylor’s.
