Parker sighs. “Can’t wait to get home.”
I laugh. “Oh, are we cramping your style?”
“No.” They stop dancing, then move closer to me until my cock is pressed against their stomach. Looking up at me, they smirk. “I just really wanna take care of this.” Rolling their hips, they grind their dick against my leg. “And this.”
“Oh,” I breathe, heat flooding my veins.
“Yeah. Oh.” They wink, dragging me closer.
Rising on their tiptoes, they get within a millimeter of my mouth, then pause. I’m nearly choking on my want. “What’s wrong?”
“Is this okay? We don’t have to do this in public.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?” I ask, pulling back enough to stare into their eyes.
“Yeah.” They shrug. “Dancing? Sure. Kissing? I don’t know. I want to make sure you don’t want to keep things more low-key than that.”
I shake my head. “No. I’m not ashamed of you. Or Ben. Or hell, even myself and my feelings.”
Maybe I was afraid at first, but I wasn’t ashamed. Not even for a second.
Parker smiles. “I didn’t think you were ashamed. But there’s shame, and then there’s making out with someone in the middle of a crowded bar.”
I glance around. Sure, there are more people in here now, but if anything, it just makes me want to kiss them more. I’m not sure I’ve ever considered myself a possessive or territorial person, but when it comes to Ben and Parker, I’m finding that I am.
With a shake of my head, I slide my hands up Parker’s sides, feeling their sharp intake of breath under my palms. Ghosting my hands over their throat, I slide my fingers into their thick, paint-covered hair, smiling when my fingers tangle in the knotted strands.
Without giving them another second to protest, I pull them closer, slamming my mouth down on theirs. The moan that vibrates against my lips has fire exploding in my gut and my cock throbbing.
I don’t let the kiss go on for too long, and when the song turns from something slow and pulsing to something more upbeat, Parker lets their head fall back, exposing the long line of their throat to me, and grinds against me.
I let my eyes fall shut and my body take over, listening to Ben’s words in my head about letting the music take me, and roll my hips against Parker’s.
I nearly jump out of my skin when someone who isn’t Parker speaks. “Hey, where’s West?”
I open my eyes in time to see Parker shrug. “Where’s Ben?” they ask.
Darcy looks around for a second, then shrugs before wandering off.
Parker’s eyes are half-lidded, the blue barely showing past their blown pupils, and their cheeks are rosy with arousal. “He’s got the right idea. Let’s find Ben and get out of here.”
“Won’t find me complaining.”
Parker rises again, stealing my breath and my sanity with another mind-numbing kiss.
We stumble into Parker’s apartment, a tangle of limbs and bodies slamming into each other and the walls.
I’m not sure how we got here. It was all a blur. A blur of Parker’s mouth on my throat, Ben’s hands on my thighs, Parker dragging their fingers up and down over my aching cock, Ben’s tongue pressing into my mouth. And even one instance of Parker grinding against my thigh while whimpering and moaning into Ben’s mouth while Ben took them apart inches from my face.
Now I’m not even sure which way is up. All I know is that every single nerve in my body is tingling, my boxers are soaked with pre-cum, and there are hands all over me.
We somehow make it to Parker’s bedroom, clothes flying off along the way, and by the time the three of us collapse on their bed, we’re naked.
Parker crawls up my body, dragging their leaking cock over my skin as their lips explore.
“Fuck, you two are so hot together,” Ben murmurs, voice rough and low.
Parker grinds against my hip, gasping into my overheated skin. I nearly combust when wet warmth surrounds my dick. I glance down in time to see Ben between my thighs, his head bobbing up and down.
