“Ah, fuck it.” I move to stand over the toilet, lifting up the seat.
Pulling down my shorts just enough to free my aching dick with one hand, I spit in the other.
I’m not going to think about him.I’m fucking not. I lie to myself, images of Willan once again immediately filling the black behind my eyes. My fist flies over my cock, stroking myself with maximum efficiency.
It’s quick, it’s dirty, and it’s supremely unsatisfying when I come, careful not to get any on myself and fuck up my bodypaint. I refuse to look at myself as I wash my hands. I’m not ashamed, but I’m not exactly proud of myself either.
“Feeling better?” Kai laughs, going out of his way to serve beside me when I make my way back out to the bar. I shoot a look at Belinda who shrugs a shoulder with a smirk. Sometimes I think maybe the team here is too fucking close.
“Shut up and make the damn drinks.”
The team mocks me—even Lifo—about pulling a Kai and getting too excited up on the bar, but I can’t be mad at them. I’d do the exact same thing to them. And it’s all forgotten when we’re overrun serving drinks.
It’s so busy I don’t even notice Willan and Jax fighting their way to the bar. When I do, I try to get to them in time to serve them, but Lifo swoops in first. Belinda, far too observant for my liking notices my flicker of disappointment, arching a knowing eyebrow at me as she hip checks me out of the way to get a half dozen bottles of blood from the fridge for her customer.
I swallow down the disappointment and smile at Willan. He looks surprised, but happy, at the acknowledgement. He almost looks… bashful. It’s an annoyingly good look on his usually cool and arrogant face.
Only half looking at the customer I’m currently serving, I catch him slipping his phone out of his pocket and tapping away at it. He catches me looking and points to his screen and nods at me. Trying to tell me he’s messaging me I think. As subtly as I can—without giving it away to the being in front of me, I nod back. Willan smiles again and with the drinks in Jax’s massive hands, they’re once again swallowed up by the crowd.
I’m a little disappointed that they left without saying goodbye, but after two more turns up on the bar—thankfully this time without the inconvenient boner—and with the place maintaining capacity until we close, Kai and I barely have time to choke down our blood, let alone stop and chat.
“I’m fuckin’ done. Tonight’s been brutal. I just want to go home and wash this shit off me and pass out for the next six days.” Kai complains dramatically as we all make our way to the breakroom to collect our shit.
The club looks different with all the lights on. The black walls and red detailing look so much tackier in normal lighting. Even with all of our cleaning up behind the bar, the place still looks like a bomb's gone off in here—but that’s the day crew's problem. We just don’t have time before dawn takes us out.
“Naw, poor widdle baby vamp. Is dawn making you sweepy?” Belinda teases, wrapping her arm around Kai’s shoulders and giving him a noogie. Grabbing my bag out of the locker, I ignore them, not wanting to get drawn into it.
My phone has a bunch of notifications, but I ignore them for the three text messages waiting for me from Willan. Making sure that everyone is still preoccupied teasing Kai, I quickly open them.
Willan
Damn. [fire emoji] the slow motion replays of that are going to make your fans go feral.
Shit. I guess I didn’t turn around in time. Wouldn’t be the first time my dick prints ended up all over the fan pages, but still, Maddy likes to at least pretend like we care.
We have to head soon. I’ll make sure to check the fan pages for you. Just to keep an eye on the chatter.
I smother a laugh at that one. Keep an eye on the chatter—sure. Pretending that the fluttering in my stomach is justexhaustion and hunger, I scroll to the next message. This one has an image attached.
Can confirm. Slow-mo replays make your fans feral.
The image is a screenshot. It’s kind of blurry, what with the craptastic nightclub lighting and me being in mid-motion, but there , in all its zoomed in glory, and encased in gold spandex is my dick. Thankfully, it’s an extremely good looking dick, so I can’t complain.
Chewing on my lip, I tamp down on the thrill shooting through me, the one that’s putting me in danger of giving a repeat performance of the photo, then I tap out a quick response.
Just doing my duty to the public [salute emoji]. Stay feral, Willanator.
“You ready to go? You’re driving.” Kai slumps against my back resting his chin on my shoulder and I quickly lock my phone. Thankfully, his eyes are shut, so he doesn’t see anything.
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get you home to Finn before you pass out and I have to carry your ass.”
“Yes. Finn. Gonna snuggle him so hard.” Despite the dreamy murmur, he herds me towards the exit, all too eager to get to our place where Finn’s waiting for him.
WILLAN
Did you know that Rickelle mated Sean last spring? Crazy, right? She’s pregnant. Apparently it’s triplets.
Lying on my couch,I stare at my phone regretfully. I sent the message at about eleven this morning, after scrolling through my timeline and seeing a random post from a girl we both knew back when we were kids. For some reason only the Gods will ever understand I decided to message Nikolo about it. Like he’d care about gossip from back on the mountain.
