The three of us in a bed.
Ace beneath me, and Xavi… what? Sucking him off? Kissing me? The three of us in a row with Xavi taking it from Ace?
Fuck.
I folded my hands across my lap as subtly as I could, pretending I was just shifting my position to lean more against the bar and get away from Xavi’s suggestions. I had to. It was the only way I could even attempt to hide the fact that the image had me instantly hard.
My heart was hammering in my chest as Ace casually shrugged Xavi’s hand off his shoulder again. “Go away, Xavi,” he said. “You’re drunk and I’m not in the mood for your shit.”
The bluntness of his tone brought me back down to earth a little.
“Are you sure?” Xavi asked slyly. His hand crept up my back towards my collar, one of his fingertips brushing against the hair at the nape of my neck and raising goosebumps all over my body. “I think the two of you would look pretty good together. And you know I’m always happy to help. Let me show you how to cum together and you can try it on your own next time.”
“Oh, god,” I muttered, covering my face with one of my hands. If only I hadn’t finished my drink. If only Xavi hadn’t finished Ace’s for him. If only there was a single drop of alcohol in reach onthisside of the bar instead of so far away where I couldn’t reach it.
My dick was throbbing so hard in my pants, it was a wonder it hadn’t burst through the fabric. I was also fairly sure my face was burning. This wasn’t the impression I had wanted to make on everyone.
Especially not on Ace.
Even if he wasn’t interested – we still had to spend the rest of the trip sharing a room, and right now I only had two allies. Keaton and Cade wouldn’t be able to keep me company the whole time. I could do with another friend.
“Feeling alright, there, Brody?” Xavi practically purred. “Anything I can help with?”
“Enough,” Ace declared. I peeked out from behind my hand to see him pushing Xavi off and away from both of us.
“Alright, I get it,” Xavi said, holding his hands up in the air, trying to pretend like he didn’t care at all. “You’ve got dibs on him. Well, have him. The slut probably has every STD on the planet anyway.”
And just like that, he sauntered away, leaving me staring after him – and any lustful thoughts I might have had as shriveled as my erection.
Ace
“He shouldn’t have said that,” I scowled. I hated when Xavi was like that. He was such a salty little snake when he was rejected. The only reason he said it was to hide that he was hurt – and it was hypocritical, anyway. He’d probably slept with more men than Brody had.
Not that I was curious about how many men Brody had slept with.
Not that it mattered, anyway, because that kind of language didn’t help anyone.
“I’ve heard worse,” Brody said weakly, but it didn’t sound like it. Or probably more likely, it didn’t hurt any less the seventieth time than the seventh.
I raised a hand in the air, got the bartender’s attention, and gave him a nod. “Two more, please,” I said, gesturing to mine and Brody’s empty glasses.
“You don’t have to,” Brody protested, reaching for his pocket.
I held up another hand to stop him before he could get his wallet. “It’s fine,” I said. “That little shithead is supposedly my friend. I’m the reason he came over here in the first place. This is the least I can do.”
Brody relaxed, nodding in acceptance. We were silent as the bartender handed us replacement drinks, both grabbing them and taking a big gulp the second they were on the bar.
“Fuck, he’s such a little shit,” I muttered, shaking my head as the tingle of alcohol down my throat faded.
Brody snorted. “Yeah. I’m not going to argue with that.”
“I can’t believe he had the gall to come over here and openly say he was only interested because Taeho only turned him down,” I said, shaking my head again. There was a lot of sugar in this drink. Maybe that was why the corners of the room seemed to spin whenever I shook my head. “What, did he think I was going to fall head over heels at that?”
Brody chuckled more enthusiastically. “And then trying to suggest a threesome after we both turned him down!”
I tried to tamp down the reaction that I had to the reminder. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from picturing it for a moment after Xavi brought it up. I knew what his body felt like – but Brody was new. The thought of the body I’d seen earlier pressed up against me…
Nope.
