“No, you’re right. I can wait until we’re at the club.”
He raises an eyebrow. “At the club?”
“I want to see how many times you can make me come this weekend, remember? The club sounds like a great place to add another orgasm to our list.”
He chuckles, smiling as he shakes his head. But I don’t think he means that as a “no,” so much as him just being amused by me. “Come on, let’s put on some of the fancy clothes we brought.”
As much as I really would enjoy spending my whole night in this bathroom with Liam, he is right about tonight. Chad already spent over ten thousand dollars ongetting a private table big enough for our group in the main room at one of the most popular clubs on the strip. He’d asked if we wanted to go to a gay club, and I appreciate his enthusiastic support of my newly embraced bi identity, but I only have eyes for Liam, and we can dance together anywhere.
Honestly, I thought our group might get recognized less in a non-queer specific space too. Kieran is obviously the most popular of our group, but after the show, he, Jace, Liam, and I all occasionally get approached by fans, even more so when we’re all together. I normally love meeting everyone, but I want tonight to be about us, and I thought that might take away from it.
Our popularity has been amazing for the farm, though. People are always commenting on my social media videos about enjoying their visit or wanting to come. The people around town don’t care that we were on TV, so in our day-to-day lives, it’s easy to forget about all that and focus on each other and how happy we are that we worked through everything to be together.
I can’t imagine Kieran’s life though, with how often people are coming up to him and asking for pictures or for him to sign something.
Even though I’ve been much smarter with my money now that I have the farm to invest it in, I agreed that the private space would be ideal for tonight so we can focus on each other. That’s what this weekend is really all about.
We hurry to get dressed, and when I finally turnaround as I slip into my jacket, my jaw falls open. “Fuck, L. You should wear suits more often.”
“On the farm?” he teases.
“Yes, on the farm. I’d bet even more people would come visit if word got out that one of the super-hot farmers always works in a suit.”
He laughs. “I’ll save that role for you.”
Liam really does look amazing in the classic black suit he’s chosen for tonight, but the way he’s wearing the jacket open casually draws my attention to the open top buttons and the glimpse of his chest hair on display. He looks so confident and put together without coming across as stuffy or too formal. “You really do look perfect.”
I went for a less traditional look with my blue velvet suit and coordinated blue satin shirt underneath. I also left a few of my top buttons open—great minds.
He offers me a soft smile as he slides his hands under my jacket and around my waist to pull me in closer to him. “You look really great too, baby,” he compliments before leaning forward to kiss my forehead. “I love knowing that everyone in the crowded club will be looking at you tonight, thinking about how sexy you are, wondering what it would be like to be with you.” He kisses me for real, a soft, lingering kiss that leaves me breathless and unsteady in his arms. “But I’ll be the only one there who gets to find out. Who will know that you look even better taking the suit off than you do now with it on.”
“Only you,” I confirm with a soft smile as I try toignore the fluttering in my stomach at his possessive comment. I really do love it, love him.
“Come on, let’s go see if our friends left us any food.” He takes my hand in his and leads me back out into the main space of the penthouse where the rest of our friends are all waiting. It looks like there was plenty of food set up for everyone to eat before we go out, all thanks to Chad. He really is the best.
“Yay, you guys are done!” Chad cheers when he finally notices us.
“Thanks for ordering all of this,” I say to Chad as Liam and I grab plates and quickly pile them up. I do feel bad making everyone wait, but the only person who seems remotely annoyed is John, and that’s just his permanent expression.
“Wow, you guys all look great,” I comment before I dig in, glancing around the room and taking everyone in. The guys are already dressed to go out as well, and I take a second to appreciate their outfits, even with the candy dick necklaces Chad—I’m sure—has made them all wear.
Ash looks similarly dressed to Liam, minus the suit jacket, in his tailored pants and white button-up, although his is a little tighter, showing off his slim build. His dark hair is styled perfectly and even though it’s simple, I know with its designer label, his outfit probably cost more than anyone else’s.
Jace is wearing a nice button-up, although his is a deep red color in a silky material. Kieran opted for an all-black look like he normally does, but his shirt is see-through, and he’s got a silver chain necklace that makes him look edgier somehow. His makeup is dark with gold eyeliner and a smokey eyeshadow—a term I know from watching his YouTube videos. He looks so fucking cool, as usual.
John, of course, is wearing another all-black outfit, although his is a totally different vibe with his leather jacket over what looks like a plain black T-shirt and tight black pants. His hair is pulled back into a messy bun on the top of his head, showing off all the tattoos on his neck with his silver hoop nose ring. John always looks like he’s ready to hop on his bike and murder someone, but the look really works for him.
Finally, I turn my attention back to Chad to take in his matching red-patterned suit. His shirt is plain black, but the suit is by far the flashiest thing any of us are wearing. It even has some sequins on the lapel. I’ve known Chad for as long as I can remember and am in no way surprised that he would end up wearing the loudest outfit. He has always loved theme parties, so it makes sense he would lean into the idea of going out in Vegas.
I can’t help but laugh at the candy dick necklaces around everyone’s necks though.
“This is amazing,” Liam comments after taking his first bite of his food.
“It tasted even better thirty minutes ago when it got here,” Jace teases him, but Liam only shrugs a shoulder.
“After you guys eat, we need to take a photo, but you have to put your dick necklaces on!” Chad shouts at us, turning to grab a couple more and holds them out to us.
Liam and I each take one and pull it over our heads. It’s basically a choker with how it fits us, and the rainbow-colored, alternating pieces of sugary candy with one bigger dick hanging down in the middle are amazing. I can’t help but laugh as I take in all our friends wearing matching ones.
