“Actually, we’ve met a few times,” Jonah says. “And I’m not a piece of shit, I’m a bassist.”
A few times? Why am I just meeting this dude? I open my mouth to argue further, but before I can say anything, we hear aloud moan come from upstairs. I knew Bash was lying when he said they had to go check on something, but I can’t believe they left us all down here so they could fuck. It’s rude. I want to fuck. I lock eyes with the one I’d kill to be inside of, and hastily look toward the one I’d kill. Hell, I’d kill Leotard for free. “What the hell happened to the music?”
Sidney jumps up so fast, it scares fuckface. “l’ll fix it. Any requests?”
“Anything but Bash moaningbaby girlagain. That shit will haunt me forever.”
Jonah tells him to put on Bring Me The Horizon before turning back to finish our argument. “We all know it’s going to be Sidney, by the way. I just think it should be me.”
Not a chance. “Again, I stand by what I said. I exist, therefore you’re third... oh shit, fourth. He might like Yas more than either of us.”
“Fuck me. Whatever, I’d rather have fun instead of responsibility. He can have it.”
The music kicks up, but Sid doesn’t come back.
I give him ten more seconds before I hop to my feet and make my way towards the liquor table and find him there. “You want more?”
I look back and see the dickhole didn’t follow me. We’re alone.
He turns slightly to face me, but doesn’t take his eyes off the tequila. “Yes, but that’s not a good idea. Which you already know, because you cheated earlier. Thank you for that, by the way.”
He’s looking at me now, and this time I’m the one that breaks our stare. I wasn’t going to let that fuck peer pressure him into drinking more than he wants to. “Yeah, well. We all know what a lightweight you are.”
“Yeah,” he says quietly. “I fucked the speech up, didn’t I?”
“Nah, pretty boy. I thought it was great. I was hoping you’d keep going actually.”
It’s his fault really. He has an adorable blush, one I’m happy to see is making another appearance.
“I’ll do better if he really does lick me.” He pauses, jaw dropping. “Pick!”
Scrunching up my nose, I snatch that bottle of tequila and take a drink. “Gross. Doesn’t Leotard lick you enough?”
Don’t answer that. I’ll jam my drumsticks into my eardrums if you do.
“He doesn’t like it, so no, actually. But the rest is great, don’t get me wrong. That’s not why I said lick.”
Doesn’t like what? Blowjobs? Does he also not like smiling and clean sheets? The fuck kinda guy is this? I have so many questions, but for some reason I blurt out one I shouldn’t ask. “Why’d you say lick then, Sid?”
“I... was trying to say two different words at once and they meshed. That’s all.”
Yet he’s always been the worst fucking liar around. His eyes are on the ground, hands are twitchy. And his cheeks aresogoddamn red.
Two different words. And what was the other word? Lick? He said what he said, and boyfriend or not, I’m not someone who can let that slide. So I step in closer. “Why were you thinking about licking?”
I swear I can hear his heart beating faster. “I wasn’t.”
He wasn’t, yet his eyes just darted to my dick and back to my face.
That flash of his attention is all it takes for me to feel blood rushing to the tip of my cock. I need to get laid. “Well, I have something you can lick. All you gotta do is ask.”
“Should I ask my boyfriend if he wants to watch?” he scoffs. “I think that’s enough tequila for you.”
“I’m not gonna lie, I completely forgot he was alive.” Fucking leotard — aren’t those underwear or some shit? I don’t care, it’s his name. Taking another drink, I don’t stop until he’s rolling his eyes. “Fuck it, I’m game. I’ll lick you since he’s dropping the ball. Let me see it.”
I set the bottle aside and step in close enough to smell him, and for a second, I think he’s gonna let me get away with it.
But Sidney would never.
