Cyrus blocked him again.
“Why don’t we just go back to your place,” Cyrus suggested. “We can—”
“Hey,” Magnus interrupted, a frown on his face, as though he wasn’t pleased by what they were doing. “What’s goin’ on here?”
To Trey’s surprise, Cyrus stepped back, gave Trey room to breathe. If he’d had time to be grateful, he would’ve been.
“Now it gets interesting,” Cyrus said with a mischievous smirk. “The more the merrier. That’s my motto.”
“Yeah,no,” Trey said quickly. “You two are welcome to party without me.”
Trey wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen next, but it certainly wasn’t for Magnus to insert himself where Cyrus had been, toe-to-toe with Trey. Nor was it for Magnus to reach up, slide his hand behind Trey’s neck, and pull him down for a kiss.
A kiss he willingly indulged. Why he did, he would never know, and he feared it would be something he wondered for quite some time.
Christ. The man could kiss. Bold and daring, yet there was a vulnerability and easy charm he could sense beneath it. Enough that Trey knew Magnus would surrender control if he so much as whispered the command.
The hand at the back of his neck tightened, Magnus’s thumb brushing along his jaw. It was a move he didn’t anticipate, one that had his heart kicking into overdrive.
He could feel Cyrus staring, knew he was likely wondering the same thing Trey was: what the fuck?
“It’s like that, huh?” Cyrus asked, his tone having lost the happy-go-lucky vibe once more.
“Yeah,” Magnus answered softly, staring at Trey. “It’s like that.”
Trey had no idea what came over him in that moment. Perhaps it was because he knew Magnus was fucking with him or maybe because Cyrus had been the last one to fuck him over. Whatever the motivation, Trey leaned forward, gripped Magnus by the shirt and jerked him closer, fusing their mouths together.
Fuck the whole chaste brushing of lips. This was a buffet, and Trey took advantage of it, sliding his tongue right into Magnus’s mouth as he backed the man against the wall, pinning him between the wood paneling and his body.
When Magnus moaned, Trey thought he might lose it.
And when Magnus’s hand tightened around the back of his neck again, his tongue joining in on the action, Trey got light-headed.
The only thought that went through his head?
What.
The.
Fuck.
Only this time, it was on repeat.
*
Magnus knew he was in over hishead before he’d intervened, before he’d gotten close enough to get a whiff of that spicy cologne Trey wore, to see the gray striations in his blue eyes, to feel the heat of his breath on his lips.
He’d expected the kiss. Hell, he’d even suspected it might rock his world, but this…
Ho-oly-fu-uck.
He never would’ve expected to be damn near knocked off his feet, to be manhandled so expertly that his cock fucking hurt from how hard it was. Yeah, he liked being shoved up against the wall, his mouth plundered by this dominating man. So much so, he didn’t give a shit that they were in a public place or that this could go sideways at any given moment.
His hand curled firmly on the back of Trey’s neck, holding him there as their lips and teeth clanged and clashed. This kiss made the first seem like a prelude. They’d gone from zero to sixty in under three seconds, and Magnus saw no signs of slowing down, didn’t matter that there was a proverbial brick wall in the distance.
He moaned, unable to help himself as he bore Trey’s weight, content to be pinned to the wall beneath his muscular body. He wanted to strip him bare and get intimately acquainted with every fucking inch, to—
“He’s gone,” someone said. “You can stop now.”
