“And what about the rumors that are being spread about you all personally?”
Zane steps in and lifts a hand. “No further comments. Please, these guys worked hard and put on a great show tonight. Let’s give them some room.”
“Okay, that was hot,” I mutter under my breath when Naz is in the car.
I high-key love it when Will gets passionate about things, and ever since our charity concert in New Orleans struck such a chord, he’s been even more fired up than usual. Between watching him respond to the reporter and his question after overhearing Jesse’s fuckfest, I am more than ready to get back to the hotel.
Will turns and winks before sinking down to climb in next to Naz.
“Alright, where are we headed to?” Naz asks once I’ve climbed into the car. It’s one of those stretch SUVs with the seats facing each other.
I eye Naz, then flick my gaze to Will, hoping he’ll understand that the name of the game tonight is to get somewhere private as soon as possible.
“I dunno, man?—”
“Whatthefuckever, dude. We haven’t gone out in weeks. And don’t try to punk out with some I’m tired bullshit. Let me remind you all that my room is the closest room to Jesse’s, so I’m not exactly getting a whole lot of sleep this trip.”
Will looks at me with a hopeless expression, and I shrug, resigning myself to a much longer night than I had planned.
“What’d you have in mind?” I ask Naz.
“Yes!” Naz exclaims, pointing at me. “This is why you’re my favorite.”
“What?” Will protests. “That’s not what you said on Halloween.”
“I said a lot of shit on Halloween, man. And so did you.” He gives me a pointed look, to which I roll my eyes.
“I already ‘fessed up, so you can’t use that shit against me.”
Naz’s jaw drops. “And you’re still alive?” He asks while looking at me with wide eyes.
“For now,” I say pointedly. “He still has a lot of groveling to do.”
Will’s eyes darken, and his lips press into a thin line.
“Damn, son. That almost sounded… Never mind.” Naz shakes his head. “Does that mean we can go to a gay club then?”
“You act like we don’t go to gay clubs ninety-eight percent of the time,” Will says with a scoff.
“You never seem to have a problem scoring,” I point out, hoping it’s not too obvious how much it always bothered me.
Will is probably the hottest man I’ve ever seen in real life. He’s tall and broad, defined without being bulky, and he always manages to have the slightest bit of a farmer’s tan, which for whatever reason, is the sexiest thing to me. Maybe it’s all those angsty teen years I spent watching him work a landscaping job. There’s something easy about the way he holds himself, like he can’t be bothered to care what anyone thinks of him. He attracts people without ever trying. Women and men alike flock to him, although he’s never been interested in men that I’ve noticed.
Except for me, apparently.
I have so many questions about when it started and why. Am I the only man he’s ever been interested in? He’s not the kind of straight to get tied up over feeling attracted to another man. What was it he said that one time?
“I’m not scared or freaked out by getting turned on by a guy, Ari. I’m scared because I’m turned on by you.”
He certainly seems less afraid now.
Spinning thoughts cloud my mind until we pull up to the club. There’s a line around front, but we’re let in through the back and led directly to the upstairs VIP lounge. Once we’re settled into a large, round booth, a waiter comes by with some glasses and a pitcher of ice water. I don’t miss the way his eyes track down Will’s body as he introduces himself and asks us what we’d like to drink. Will, of course, flirts with the guy as he puts in an order for the table. I’m not even sure he knows that he’s doing it. It’s just that he only has two modes—flirty or pissed off. When he’s on a soapbox about something, he’s a little of both.
Across the table, I catch Scott watching me. The way he quirks his lips and winks makes me think he hasn’t told Naz what he almost walked in on earlier today, and that he might actually keep it to himself. Then again, the way he looks at Naz, I don’t think he’d lie if questioned. As long as Will and I can be cool enough to not give ourselves away, there should be no reason we can’t keep whatever is happening between us under wraps until we’re ready to decide otherwise. Then again, we’re talking about hiding something pretty big from the two people who know us best. They’re bound to notice a change when we’ve spent the last eight months giving each other the cold shoulder.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Will asks me, leaning into my space to talk into my ear.
My eyes flick over to Naz, but he’s distracted by Scott. Eric and Zane are in a separate table next to ours, casually observing anyone who gets too close without making it obvious that they’re guarding us.
