Wes just flips him off after he hands me one of the other drinks and Ollie the final one.
“These are fucking incredible. They’re serving cranberry-orange whatever-the-fuck spritzers, but I also have this, if you want to jazz it up.”
Weston slides out a little thin bottle of white rum from his jacket pocket.
“Good cop, breaking a rule? Give me some of that,” Sev demands.
Weston hands him the liquor then all of us pass it around, adding some to our drinks.
“You have a date tonight, Weston?” Sev asks him.
“Nope,” Wes says proudly. “And I’m not ashamed of it. Have fun, guys. I’m going to go dance my ass off, but come find me if you need more of thisgood-good.”
He shakes the liquor bottle at us before sliding it into his pocket again, then bounding away, already starting to dance as he heads into the crowd.
“Quit giving him a hard time, Sev,” I tell him. “He’s really not so bad.”
“Weston’s awesome,” Ollie agrees.
Sevan just watches him from afar, his eyes narrowed. “Really not my kind of person. But I’ll try to be nicer. For you guys.”
We hang out with Sev for at least another hour, and I’m glad that he can feel like he’s part of the party even if he can’t dance. Eventually a few other Daggers guys come around and start chatting with him about a few of theirupcoming events, and I take Ollie back out onto the dance floor.
And then I change my mind.
I grab his hand, pulling him off toward the hall at the edge of the room that leads to some bathrooms and supply closets.
“Come here.”
“Where are we going?” he asks as I duck into the dark hall.
I shove him up against the wall right there, pushing my hips up against him.
“Well, I wanted to drag you into one of the rooms at the end,” I tell him, leaning in to nip a little bite on his chin. “But now I think I might be too impatient.”
I push the front of my body against his as I kiss him, slow and deep, wishing I could take my cock out and fuck him right here.
“I can feel you,” Ollie says, reaching down to drag his fingers along the outline of my cock through the front of my suit pants.
“That’s because I’m shoving my dick up against your leg like I’m desperate,” I tell him. “Not going to lie, I’m kind of into you, Ollie.”
He hums, squeezing my cock through the fabric. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
Molten desire spreads through my whole body as I hear him say it.
He’s the only person I’d ever want to be obsessed with me. His attention is real. His love is actuallyworthsomething. And for the first time ever, I don’t feel like I’m tied down when I imagine being committed to Oliver.
Being with him feels like being free.
And that’s a rush like nothing I’ve ever known.
“You know, all the bullshit that led me to coming here,” I say, “to being basically forced into coming here… it was all worth it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Because I get to fuck with you like this.”
I yank the bottom of his shirt up from where it’s tucked into his pants and I push my hand underneath, touching his warm skin at the small of his back.
