Chapter 1 #4
“A guy that looks like you shouldn’t be sitting alone,” a voice to his immediate left said.
Will smirked in amusement as he looked up and then almost swallowed his tongue. Well, hello there.
Dark-blue eyes—that reminded him a bit of Peyton, though Peyton’s were a little darker—were framed by sleek black glasses and long thick lashes.
His bow-shaped lips were drawn up in a smug smirk.
It should have been off-putting or smarmy.
But coupled with the plain silver barbell piercing in his left eyebrow, it was making Will’s dick stand up and take notice.
He was bulkier than Will—which wasn’t hard to accomplish, since Will was toned but lanky—and filled his suit out in all the right places.
He was wearing form-fitting black slacks with shining dress shoes.
No suit jacket, which was absolutely fine with Will, considering that he had rolled up his sleeves to reveal smooth, tan forearms. The look was kryptonite to any human being with a pulse.
It was too bad that Will’s only plans included getting Peyton home and naked.
Because damn, this guy was fucking sexy.
Will couldn’t even remember if he’d been into piercings before.
He was now. Piercings, glasses, exposed forearms. Will might as well have stamped “fantasy issue” on the guy’s forehead.
“Name’s Sebastian.”
Will’s smirk widened as he took the hand that Sebastian offered. “Will.”
“Is this seat taken?”
“Well, it’s—”
Peyton returned then, with two glasses of whiskey. His eyebrows raised at Sebastian as he slid the glasses on to the table.
“Peyton, this is Sebastian,” Will said, smiling playfully.
“Hi, Sebastian,” Peyton said in the same tone. He glanced between them curiously as he sat on the tall stool next to Will. He reached a hand over and placed it in Will’s lap, no doubt feeling the growing hardness in his jeans.
Sebastian put one hand in his pocket, smiling sheepishly. “Pleasure. Have a nice night, you two.”
“No, stay,” Peyton said. He gave Will’s dick a gentle squeeze, and Will swallowed, heat rushing over him. He put his hand over Peyton’s but didn’t move it. “Have a seat.” Peyton used his free hand to gesture at the empty seat opposite them.
Sebastian stared at Peyton as he did. Will couldn’t blame him.
Peyton was stunning. All sultry eyes and delicate features.
His shoulder-length, dirty-blond hair was pulled up in a messy bun, with wisps of it falling over his temples and forehead.
The low lighting of the club only made his midnight-blue eyes look darker, and his cheeks were still flushed from their earlier dancing.
“You can share my drink,” Will said. He took a sip of his drink and then pushed it across. He made a show of arching his neck back and swallowing, so Sebastian could see he’d drunk some himself.
Sebastian picked it up gingerly and swirled the amber liquid. “Thanks. What is it?”
“Are you allergic to anything?” Will asked.
“No.”
“Then just drink it.”
Peyton smiled behind his glass as he took a sip of his own. Will stroked the back of his hand and then shifted it so Peyton’s fingers were wrapped more firmly around the bulge in his jeans.
“Good?” Peyton asked.
The smile Sebastian graced them with was far too sexy to be legal. Will bet the guy rarely had to work for it.
“Smooth like honey.”
It wasn’t the only thing that was smooth like honey. Will shared a look with Peyton, and he knew the heat in Peyton’s eyes was mirroring his own.
“Is Will short for William?” Sebastian asked.
“What else would it be short for?” Will asked.
“Wilfred,” Sebastian said. “Wilder.” He handed Will his drink back.
“Wilbur,” Peyton added. “That was a pig, right?”
“I don’t know?” Will said, almost choking on his drink.
“Willard,” Sebastian continued. “Wil—”
Will laughed. “Willard? That’s worse than Wilbur!”
“It was a pig, Will, you uncultured swine,” Peyton said.
“As opposed to a cultured one named Wilbur?”
“I’m making you watch it when we get home.”
“Watch what?” Most of the time, he could follow whatever Peyton was talking about. This time, he was lost.
“ Charlotte’s Web is an iconic children’s movie and book,” Sebastian said. “You haven’t seen or read it?”
“I’ve heard of Charlotte’s Web ,” Will said. “Who the hell is Wilbur?”
Peyton snorted out a laugh, and Will elbowed him in the side. It only made him laugh harder.
“I had a weird childhood,” Will said wryly.
His younger brother had shown a talent for tennis at a young age, and so Will had spent his childhood being carted from one tennis court to another.
It had meant a lack of Saturday-morning cartoons or Friday-night-movie time, but it had paid off since Harry was now a pro-tennis player and…
somewhere in the world right now on the tennis circuit.
Will spoke to him once a week, but he travelled so much it was hard to keep track of him.
“How long ago was that?” Sebastian asked, raising the eyebrow with the piercing. Will bet he got the piercing just so that move looked more impressive.
“Are you asking me my age?” Will asked, faking horror. “Are you a cop?” He narrowed his eyes playfully.
Peyton laughed again, and Will thought he’d given the game away, but Sebastian didn’t seem to pick up on the cue. Instead, the corner of his mouth lifted, and he said, “Definitely not. Just want to make sure you’re legal.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?” Will lifted his glass, shaking it lightly for emphasis. “You might want to check with Peyton, though; he’s three years younger than me.”
“I don’t think it’s fair to drag me into this,” Peyton said.
“Why do you care if we’re legal? Do you have some plans for us?
” The look he gave was pure sin. Will shifted on his stool and adjusted himself.
He hadn’t been subtle, and Sebastian glanced down, even though—unless he was Superman—he couldn’t see through the table.
Sebastian opened his mouth to say something but paused, frowning. He pulled his phone from his pocket and then grimaced. “I need to take this,” he said apologetically.
“Are you coming back?” Peyton asked.
“Do you want me to?”
Will exchanged a look with Peyton. He knew Peyton almost as well as he knew himself. “If you want to,” Will said. “Then, yes.”
Sebastian winked at them and held up his phone. “I shouldn’t be long.”
“Take your time,” Peyton murmured.
Will craned his head as he watched Sebastian walk away. The way his pants tightened around his ass was a nice sight. It was a shame when he disappeared into the crowd, one hand holding his phone, the other pressed to his opposite ear.
Peyton crowded into his space. He curled his legs around the footrest and pushed himself up so he could drape his arms over Will’s shoulders. He leaned in until his lips hovered over Will’s. “What are we doing?”
“I have no idea.” What he wanted to do was lean forward just enough to get a taste.
He slid his hands down Peyton’s sides and hooked one hand in the waistband of his jeans, using it to pull him even closer.
Peyton was almost unbalanced, but he had impressive upper-body strength and held himself steady.
“But he’s…” Will trailed off, unsure how to explain.
Sebastian was magnetic, and he and Peyton had both been pulled into his orbit the moment they’d each laid eyes on him.
“Yeah.” Peyton brushed his lips across Will’s. “You want to take him home.”
“I want us to take him home,” Will corrected. He pulled up a section of Peyton’s shirt so he could feel the warm skin underneath. It was firm under his grip, with a hint of perspiration from their dancing earlier.
Peyton ran his tongue across Will’s bottom lip before nipping it gently. “We’ve never done that before.”
They hadn’t. Will had never slept with anyone but Peyton in his entire life.
And he was fairly sure it was the same for Peyton.
He knew Peyton had been holding out for Quinn, but then Quinn had done a one-eighty, and everything had changed.
He remembered when Peyton had come home, a little broken, a lot upset, and they’d spent their first night together. It had changed everything for Will too.
Will brushed some wisps of hair from Peyton’s forehead.
“We don’t have to. We can go home, just the two of us.
Parker is gone for the night,” he said. Parker was Peyton’s twin and lived in the third bedroom of their apartment.
“We can fuck on the couch, in the kitchen, wherever you want. Or…”—he nuzzled his nose into Peyton’s cheek—“or we take him home with us. If he wants to.”
“He wants to,” Peyton said. “No one could resist you.”
“I think you have that backwards.” Will knew the appeal was definitely about Peyton more than him.
Will had a nice face, but that was all he really had going for himself.
His height was more a deterrent than people thought.
The reality wasn’t as sexy as the fantasy.
He was all arms and legs and bony elbows in weird places.
The interest only really sparked when he told them what he did for a living, which was a total turnoff for him.
Peyton saw him and still wanted him. It wasn’t like that for anyone else.
Peyton smiled and then kissed him. Will cupped Peyton’s jaw and tilted his head, immediately giving Peyton what he wanted. He swept into Peyton’s mouth, enjoying the sweet taste of the whiskey. When he was at risk of climbing into Peyton’s lap and giving the entire club a show, he pulled back.
Peyton licked his slick lips. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
Peyton smiled, and it was full of sin. “It sounds like fun.”
Will slipped off the stool and stood to his full height, using a hand around Peyton’s jaw to bring him to his feet as well.
He bent and kissed Peyton again, because kissing him was an experience all by itself.
It could get uncomfortable from this angle, since Peyton was a good seven or eight inches shorter than him, but Will was relaxed enough from the alcohol he’d already had that it would take a while.
“Am I interrupting?”
Sebastian’s smile was filthy, and Will’s fingers tightened around Peyton with aching need. He wanted to get his mouth and hands all over this man.
“We were just thinking that we’d call it a night,” Peyton said.
He crooked his finger, and Sebastian moved forward like a puppet on a string.
Peyton smoothed his hand up Sebastian’s chest and flicked the collar playfully.
He pulled on it, forcing Sebastian even closer until he was almost between the two of them.
“Alone?” Sebastian breathed out.
Will leaned closer, the tip of his nose touching Sebastian’s. “That’s up to you.” His eyes flicked over Sebastian’s shoulder as Peyton shifted so his chest was flush against Sebastian’s back, bracketing him in.
Will hesitated as he tilted his chin. Unless he counted a weird encounter with a girl in his sixth-grade class who’d had a crush on him and ambushed him in the school corridor—which he didn’t—he hadn’t kissed anyone except Peyton before.
“What are you waiting for?” Sebastian asked.
Will’s gaze met Peyton’s. He lifted his hand to Sebastian’s shoulder, and Peyton took hold of it, their fingers sliding together.
Will closed the distance. The first touch of his lips against Sebastian’s was electric. He let out a small moan as they slowly explored. He tasted like a strange mix of strong alcohol and coffee.
Peyton’s fingers tightened around his, and he squeezed back. He gripped and pushed his hips forward, needing the friction. Sebastian’s breath hitched as Will’s hardness pressed against his hip, and he rotated, adding pressure.
Damn. Will needed to get them both somewhere they could get naked, right fucking now.
Sebastian pulled back with a gasp. “The only drink I’ve had is the one you gave me, and my car is just around the corner.”
That was some prime real estate. Will doubted that many of the people in the club had driven there, and if they had, their car was likely a good twenty-minute walk away at least.
“You want us to get into a car with a random stranger?” Will teased, his lips brushing against Sebastian’s on every word.
“There are two of you and only one of me. If I were planning something egregious, I miscalculated terribly.”
Peyton chuckled. He kissed his way up the side of Sebastian’s neck before taking his earlobe between his teeth. “And why do we want to get into your car?”
“We all want the same thing, and I’m not into quick bathroom fucks.” Something flickered in his dark-blue eyes, but it was gone so quick Will was sure he’d imagined it.
“What a coincidence,” Peyton said. “Neither are we.”
Will couldn’t take any more. “Let’s go,” he said as he took theirs hands in a tight grip and pulled them through the crowd.