“Trust me, kid, I’m not a man you wanna fuck with.”
“Kid?” Magnus snorted. “Did you really just call me a kid?”
“You’re what? Barely old enough to drink?” Trey’s head came down to level, eyes opening, his disdain apparent.
Magnus didn’t back down. Wouldn’t. “Twenty-four,” he said, content to know Trey’d had the mind to find out how old he was.
“Like I said. Kid.”
“Maybe you’re just an old man,” he taunted. “You’re what? Forty?”
“Pretty damn close,” Trey said with a sigh.
He’d pegged Trey for late thirties because he knew Trey was older than Brantley and Brantley was thirty-five, but he’d never really given much thought to an actual number. He didn’t give a damn about age. It meant nothing. Certainly not to a man who’d lost his entire family when he was sixteen and had been taking care of himself since. Some didn’t have the luxury of being a kid for long, and Magnus fell in that category.
“What happened in there?” Magnus asked, not willing to let this be over simply because Trey willed it to be.
“Not a damn thing.”
“Felt like somethin’ to me.”
Trey’s eyes locked with his, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Magnus relived those too-brief moments when Trey’s tongue had been dueling with his own. It had been hotter than anything he’d experienced as of late.
“You’re out of your depths here, Magnus,” Trey stated firmly.
“Am I?”
Trey’s head cocked to the left, eyebrows lowering. “What happened to the girlfriend?”
Magnus frowned, not understanding.
“Brantley told me.” Trey sighed. “Warned me offa you right quick.”
“No girlfriend,” Magnus informed him. “Boyfriend, either.”
Trey’s gaze skimmed his face. “You’re bisexual?”
“I am.” No sense denying it. “You got a problem with that?”
Trey continued to stare, but when he spoke, it wasn’t to answer Magnus’s question. “Like I said, you’re outta your depths.”
“Why? Because you’ve got a problem with the walk of shame? Fine. We’ll go to your place. I’ll be the one shamefully walkin’ come mornin’.”
“Thanks, but no thanks.” Trey stood tall.
When he turned to walk away, Magnus reached out, grabbed his arm.
Not a good idea, he realized when Trey spun around and had him pinned up against the wood-sided wall before his brain could process the move. Did it make him a masochist that he was enjoying that sort of treatment?
“I’m so fuckin’ tired of people manhandlin’ me tonight,” Trey ground out.
Magnus probably should’ve apologized, maybe given up and walked away.
He did neither of those things.
“Yeah, well, that makes one of us,” he rasped as he leaned forward and crushed his mouth to Trey’s by palming the back of his head and holding him there.
Like their earlier kiss, it was mind-numbing. His entire body lit up from the inside out. His cock swelled as all the blood in his veins headed south.
