We all stand and shake hands. We’d already paid, so there’s no reason we need to stay longer, too.
Kay grabs my hand as Clayton and Bella walk away. “I gotta use the bathroom. Come with me?” He bats his lashes and I know exactly where he’s hoping this leads to.
“Oh, I gotta piss, too,” Hayden says.
“No, you don’t.” Kay shoos him like a cat and I bite my tongue to keep from laughing.
“Yes, I do.” Hayden sticks his tongue out like a child, and power walks in front of us.
“Well, now I don’t wanna go.” Kay pouts and his shoulders drop.
I lean down to whisper in Kay’s ear making him shiver. “You just wanted me to fuck you in one of the stalls.”
“Of course. I haven’t done it here, and it’s so fancy.” He pats his pocket. “I even have lubed condoms for the occasion.”
I snort and brush a kiss to his temple. “Maybe we can get into some kind of shenanigans. The stalls are pretty big.”
Kay takes my hand and practically skips ahead. “Hayden’s either gonna have to wait or find a different ride home.” He pushes the door open and glares at Hayden at the urinal. “Did you hear me?” He jiggles all the stall door knobs and finds them all empty. “Because Dallas is gonna fuck me right here. Oh, or you can be our lookout.” He catches my eye in the mirrors.
“That would be pretty great of you,” I say as I start nibbling Kay’s neck. “Two knocks means someone’s coming?”
Hayden rolls his eyes. “Fine. Two knocks. You both owe me for this.” He washes his hands, then leaves the bathroom. I wonder how he’s gonna be our look out without being obvious.
Kay spins in my hold and presses his lips to mine. “The wig is super secure, but don’t you dare tug on it.” Then he’s in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist. He wiggles, thrusting against me as he devours my lips. “Stall.” He waves towards one and I walk back. He shuts us in.
Instead of dropping down, he continues to kiss me, stealing my breath. He’s a writhing creature in my arms, and I don’t want to let him go.
“Need you,” he says against my lips.
I press him against the wall and hold him there, taking in his beautiful eyes.
“What?” he asks. Anyone else would have looked away, but he dares me to keep staring. Dares me to keep wanting.
He drops his legs from around me and I help him gently back to his feet.
Kay’s lips burn a path down my stomach and when he sinks to his knees, my brain short-circuits. There’s a hot, dangerous thrill to this.
Kay’s tongue is insistent against my skin, and he’s so goddamn eager I can see the sparkle in his eyes even in the dim bathroom light. My pulse thunders in my ears and I have a split-second, crystal-clear vision of myself slumping backward onto the toilet like some kind of drunken, lovesick disaster. But he’s too good for that. He hooks his fingers into my waistband, tugs me forward until the edge of cool, polished porcelain digs into the backs of my thighs.
“Can you keep quiet?” he teases, as if he’s not the one moaning so loud. The stall door rattles from Kay’s actions. I want to tell Kay to stop, that I can’t do this in a public bathroom, that I’m not that kind of guy.
But I am, apparently, because I grab the top of the stall for balance instead of trying to pull him away, and he grins up at me.
Kay’s breath is hot against my skin, his hands sliding up my thighs, making me shiver. “Mmm can’t wait to taste you again,” he whispers, barely audible, but it sends sparks through my whole body.
He nips at my hipbone. I nearly lose it when he palms my cock through the fabric of my pants, squeezing just enough to make my knees actually threaten to fold.
“Kay,” I hiss, “someone’s going to walk in.”
He just laughs, soft and delighted, before mouthing against me again, more insistent. “That’s why we have a lookout,” he says, and slides my slacks and underwear down. The cold air shocks me, but his mouth is right there, warm and wet, and I forget what my own name is for a second.
My hands find his shoulders and I think about how beautiful he is. Kneeling, purple hair in soft curls, eyes half-lidded with intent.
He doesn’t tease anymore, just gets right to it, and I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. I can’t even look down without wanting to come instantly. It’s obscene and perfect. All I can do is brace myself against the stall, biting back every desperate sound.
I hate public bathrooms. I hate being caught, being vulnerable. But I want him so badly I can’t even pretend to stop him.
“So fucking delicious,” Kay says as he works my cock with lips and hands. Saliva drips from his chin and he looks like he’s been throughly fucked and I haven’t even touched him.
