“We don’t have to leave. Maybe just a quick trip out the back.” Jason inclined his head towards the rear of the room where Bo knew the bathrooms were located.
“Bo, here. I thought you could do with a drink.” Harvey stepped close and passed him a bottle of water, but his narrowed eyes were focused on Jason.
“Thanks.” Bo grinned widely at Harvey’s posturing—the show of jealousy doing a lot to lift his spirits.
“I’ve got to go out back and get ready for the show. Can you hang with Rav for me? I think it’s all a bit overwhelming.”
“Of course I can.” He glanced to where Rav was deep in conversation with Parker. He looked fine but Bo appreciated the get-out-of-jail free card, saving him from having to blow Jason off. “I promised him we’d dance to your set anyway.”
“Cool. See you after.”
It turned out Jason wasn’t too bad a guy and he joined them on the dance floor—Bo, Rav, Parker, and now Jason dancing to HyperOctane’s biggest hits. They’d chosen some of their more sedate numbers to suit the venue, nothing like they’d be rocking out at Rocktoberfest but it was awesome. Their versatility was one of the things that Bo loved about their music—nothing was ever boring or mundane.
A couple of hours later, the three of them stumbled back into the hotel suite—exhausted and a slightly tipsy, but happy.
“I couldn’t believe how pissed Harvey got when that guy tried to pick you up,” Rav said with a laugh, passing them each a bottle of water from the mini bar. “I thought he was going to go all caveman when he shouldered his way in.”
Bo grinned. “Well thanks for protecting my virtue.”
Harvey bowed. “Anytime. Beauregard.”
“What?” Bo chuckled.
“Boyd?” Harvey said.
“What are you going on about?”
“You said Bo was short for something so I’m taking a guess,” Harvey said with a laugh. “Why didn’t you say something before?”
Bo shrugged. “I don’t know. It never came up really. But it’s also lame, so not something I go around broadcasting from the rooftops.”
“So what’s Bo short for?” Rav asked. “You’ll tell us, right?”
He sighed. “If you really need to know then I guess.”
Rav elbowed him gently in the side. “Of course we need to know. We want to know everything about you. But only if you want to tell us.”
Telling the guys was so different to sharing information with the random dude at a party. “You’ve got to promise not to laugh.”
“Of course,” Rav said.
“I make no such promise.” Harvey raised a brow as if in challenge.
“Argh. Here goes nothing. Bo is short for Bogart. My mum named me after Humphrey Bogart.”
Harvey’s brows lifted even further. “So you’re really Bogart?”
Bo shrugged. “I am. Bogart Joseph Riggs.”
“How did I not know this?” Ravi said. “I can’t believe you kept it a secret all these years and I never heard you called your full name at school. But I like it.”
“So do I.” Harvey lifted his bottle. Bo and Ravi followed. They clinked them together. “Here’s looking at you, kid.”
Bo shook his head and laughed. “And so it begins.”
Chapter Nineteen
Bo’slipsweresilkysoft as they gently brushed his mouth. Rav opened slightly and Bo’s tongue slid along his bottom lip. He darted his own tongue to touch Bo’s, tiny teases that hinted at more. He turned his head and met Harvey’s kiss, this time feeling the gentle graze of stubble against his month. The contrast between the two of them was such a turn on. He pressed harder into Bo who had his arms around him and was now nuzzling at his neck. A shiver ran through his body and his knees would have given out if he didn’t have the two men to hold him up.
