“Shut up.” Elliot shoved him, and Damon grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling him in close to ruffle his hair. Except, it didn’t feel like the normal chaotic messing around. Damon’s hand lingered at the back of his head, almost like a caress. Elliot could have sworn Damon’s eyes went to his lips for a split second, but as Damon’s touch disappeared, he realized he was just seeing things that weren’t there.
“Are you and Madison going to dance?” Damon asked, releasing his grip on Elliot’s shirt.
“Only if she drags me out there. And only a slow dance.”
“Same.” He pulled the flask back out and jiggled it. “One more for the road?”
“Yeah.” Elliot drank a little more and watched as Damon did the same.
“You leave first,” Damon said.
Elliot slipped out of the stall, just as Benjamin walked in.
Elliot froze.
Benjamin’s brows furrowed. His gaze went from Elliot to the obviously occupied stall he’d walked out of.
“Whatcha doing, Elliot?” Benjamin’s grin was a little too wide.
“Nothing,” he squeaked. His pulse raced, pushing magic through his veins and making him lightheaded.
Elliot knew exactly what Benjamin was thinking.
He was thinking that Elliot’s red face and messy hair and disheveled shirt looked a lot like how he did after he gave Benjamin head in the backseat of his car.
Elliot smoothed down his hair as Damon opened the stall door.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and then he sighed and rolled his eyes. “Well, come on, Kidnak!” he said. “I’ll let you have some tokeep your mouth shut, but hurry up before I have to share the flask with the rest of the senior class.”
Benjamin blinked, and his face cleared. “Oh. Sure. Yeah. Okay.” He went into the stall.
Damon waved a dismissive hand at Elliot. “I’ll be out in a second.”
Elliot nodded and swung open the door, about to walk out, when Benjamin said, “You know, honestly Montré, I thought maybe Elliot was sucking you off in here.” His cruel laugh echoed through the room.
Elliot’s hand slipped from the handle. The door clapped shut.
“What?” Damon’s voice was deadly quiet.
Elliot held his breath. He couldn’t get his legs to move.
There was the sound of gulping and a shivering disgusted noise. “It’s no big deal,” Benjamin said. “I always assumed something weird was going on between you two.”
Maybe Benjamin was already drunk.
“Why would you care? Do you like Elliot?” Damon asked.
Benjamin huffed a breath. “I like his mouth on my dick if that’s what you mean.”
Shoes scuffled across the tiled floor, and the stall rattled as if a body had been pushed against it.
“Listen, here,Ben. You’re not going to touch Elliot again. You won’t even look at him. If I see you come near him, I’ll fucking knock your lights out. Understand?”
“Jesus! Calm down, man. I hear you! He’s all yours.”
Elliot’s hands were shaking, but he found the wherewithal to open the door again. He strode back into the gym and walked toward the punch bowl to get a drink.
His throat was dry because he’d taken several shots of cheap vodka and not for any other reason. Not because Damon was being all possessive over him.
