Chapter 14 The Boston Game #3
Fletcher didn’t care. This game was stupid, anyways. Briar was a complete stranger, and they would never see her again after tonight.
He and Taylor locked eyes for a split second. Taylor hesitated. Only slightly, but just enough to tell Fletcher everything he needed to know.
Fletcher’s jaw tightened as Taylor leaned down and kissed Briar. A closed mouth kiss, but it didn’t matter to Fletcher. It was nothing meaningful. It was just a kiss with a girl at a bar.
Except that Fletcher could clock Taylor from a mile away. This kiss did mean something to him. It was careful and restrained. Only Fletcher could tell that Taylor hated it.
That wasn’t how Taylor kissed him on the plane.
It was completely different. Fletcher’s stomach churned.
He didn’t understand what exactly he was feeling, but he didn’t like it.
He felt sick. He quickly drained his beer before announcing that he had to use the restroom, but no one actually heard him.
They were too self-involved in their game.
Fletcher pushed through the crowd, bumping into people as he pushed through.
He didn’t even bother apologizing. The loud music became muffled as he slipped into the bathroom and locked the door behind him and leaned down over the sink to calm himself down, focusing on the coldness of the porcelain.
He dropped his head as he focused on calming down.
None of this mattered. He shouldn’t be reacting this way. What the hell was wrong with him?
He heard the door handle jiggle as someone tried to come in, easily becoming aggravated.
“Occupied,” he yelled without moving. The door handle continued to jiggle as the person began knocking on the door.
His blood boiled and his patience had grown thin.
Fletcher groaned in frustration as he walked over to tell the person to fuck off.
He unlocked the door and yanked it open.
Taylor pushed him back into the bathroom and locked it behind him as he backed Fletcher up against the sink with a feral look in his eye.
He grabbed Fletcher’s hips and spun him, bending him down over the sink.
Fletcher gripped the porcelain so hard his knuckles turned white.
He could feel how hard Taylor was as he ground his ass against Taylor’s crotch.
His hole involuntarily clenched at the contact.
Taylor reached down in front of Fletcher and unfastened his belt with one hand before unzipping him.
He leaned down and nipped at Fletcher’s ear as he slid his hand inside of Fletcher’s underwear.
Taylor wrapped his hand around Fletcher’s hardened length and began working him inside his pants, jerking at a steady pace.
“Yeah, you like that?” Taylor cooed slowly in his ear, sounding husky and something unworldly. Chills ran down Fletcher’s spine as his orgasm started to build.
“Fuck, Taylor,” Fletcher whimpered. His right hand reached behind and held the back of Taylor’s head as Taylor kissed the side of his neck.
He leaned his head back against Taylor and just about came when he saw their reflection in the mirror.
Taylor had almost a predatory stance the way he had Fletcher pushed up against the sink.
And Fletcher looked so slack against him, but so feral.
He looked completely unwound as Taylor continued to stroke him and kiss the side of his neck. Fletcher’s chest rapidly rose and fell.
Fletcher could feel his orgasm approach.
Taylor’s free hand went to cover Fletcher’s mouth as Fletcher cried out in an overwhelming sea of pleasure.
Taylor pressed a kiss to Fletcher’s temple as he felt Fletcher’s body go rigid against him.
He slowed his jerking movements as Fletcher came, covering Taylor’s hand in his cum.
Taylor rubbed Fletcher’s sensitive slit with his index finger, which caused Fletcher to let out one last moan that vibrated against his hand. “Fuck,” he panted.
Taylor removed his hands from Fletcher’s pants while Fletcher turned around and pressed a messy kiss beneath Taylor’s jaw. Fletcher tugged Taylor’s hair back so he could press another kiss to the hollow of his throat, his tongue licking the skin there.
It wasn’t until after that when Fletcher finally pulled back and looked at Taylor. They gave each other unreadable expressions.
Fletcher stepped aside and nodded his head towards the sink. Without speaking, Taylor leaned down and quickly turned the water faucet on to clean Fletcher’s cum from his hand.
Fletcher looked at Taylor through the mirror with that same unreadable expression before he chewed on his bottom lip. He didn’t know what to think. He liked it.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a smile before Taylor turned back around to face him. He cupped Fletcher’s jaw and traced Fletcher’s bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Fletcher’s lips parted as he finally broke their silence.
“I’m going back out to the bar,” Fletcher announced, trying to sound unfazed.
He wanted to play it cool, when in reality he was spiraling on the inside.
He didn’t want to leave Taylor under the impression that he wanted more.
He didn’t want to admit to himself that he wanted more.
They both had crossed a line, and it completely terrified him.
Taylor’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s, but he didn’t make a move to kiss him. He clenched his jaw, looking slightly pained, before just nodding. He let go of Fletcher’s jaw as Fletcher pulled away and turned to leave the bathroom, leaving Taylor to watch him leave.
Fletcher weaved in and out of people in the crowd until he found the group of his friends plus the two unwanted guests.
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Shortly after, Taylor came back out to meet back up with his group of friends.
He was glad that they were all seemingly too drunk to notice the both of them had left and returned at nearly the same time.
Taylor’s eyes met Fletcher’s and his hand flexed at the memory of Fletcher’s flesh against his own just a few beats ago.
“Hey there, handsome. I’ve been looking for you,” Briar said.
She wrapped her hand around his bicep and leaned up to kiss him.
Taylor dodged the kiss, offering her an apologetic yet polite smile.
His eyes flickered back up to Fletcher, whose eyes darkened with disdain as his jaw clenched.
Fuck. He didn’t want Fletcher to have the idea.
About him and Briar. But also, he wasn’t sure what to make of whatever the hell he just did to his best friend in the bathroom. Taylor quickly looked back to Briar.
“Sorry, I’m just not really in the mood,” he told her, trying to sound as polite as possible.
“Yet,” he added quickly on an impulse. Briar was very much into him and had been clinging on to him all night long.
He was admittedly sending her mixed signals, but the sight of Fletcher and his stubborn attempts to avert his gaze all night long had him worked up.
That, and the fact that the image of Fletcher down on his knees had been burned into his brain since he had that stupid fucking dream.
Or maybe it was a nightmare disguised as a dream.
He knew he shouldn’t have kissed Briar during the game, but he was very clearly backed into a corner. What would his friends all think if he had refused to kiss her?
The sight of Fletcher turning to leave out of pure jealousy made Taylor go crazy and lose his mind.
He knew Fletcher would head to the bathroom.
He knocked on the door repeatedly before Fletcher finally opened.
Taylor didn’t waste any time pushing Fletcher up against the sink and reaching down his pants to jerk him off.
He wanted to punish him. For something. He didn’t really have an excuse to do what he did, but Fletcher had wanted it just as much as he did.
He deprived himself of the satisfaction of kissing Fletcher. On his lips, at least. Kissing him made it too real. It was too dangerous. Too risky. He couldn’t.
And then Fletcher left him in the bathroom seeming completely indifferent to what had just happened.
“Maybe a few drinks would help change that?” Briar asked seductively.
“Uhh, maybe,” Taylor said, sounding hesitant as he watched Fletcher grab the attention of a random chick at the bar.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear before grabbing her hand and leading her out to the dance floor.
Whatever, Taylor thought. Clearly Fletcher didn’t like it as much as he thought he did.
He tried to ignore the anger that had bubbled up within him.
“Let’s go dance,” he told Briar quickly.
He led her out to the dance floor with his gaze still transfixed on Fletcher.
Fletcher had his hands around her as they danced seductively.
But then Fletcher looked up at him with a knowing look on his face.
His mouth curled up into a devilish grin as he slid his hands down the girl’s back to squeeze her ass. Taylor clenched his jaw.
Two could play at that game, he thought to himself.
He stood behind Briar, who pressed herself up against his body and ground her ass on him. She turned and looked at Taylor with an excited look on her face as she felt that he was hard. But the truth was that he was still hard from his and Fletcher’s escapade in the bathroom moments ago.
He and Fletcher made it into some sort of a game. Who could make the other one lose control first? Who was the stronger man? They stole glances at one another as they both danced seductively in the club with other girls.
“You’re so hard,” Briar whispered to him as she turned around to face him. Taylor hated the way her voice sounded. Too soft, too feminine. Fuck. What the fuck was happening to him?
She threw her hands over his shoulders and Taylor’s hands reluctantly clung to her waist. They danced for a few more minutes before Sánchez walked up to him, holding hands with a random girl he must’ve found.
“Look at you, man!” he said to Taylor’s ear. “You look like you’ve been having a fun night,” he said with a suggestive look on his face.
“What’s going on, bud?” Taylor asked.
“Little Armstrong asked me to tell you that you should probably find a place to stay tonight,” he smirked. “But it looks like you already have that covered.”
And suddenly Taylor was not in the mood for any more games. He was seething. He felt angry. “Thanks for letting me know,” he told Sánchez with his jaw still clenched. Sánchez bid them a goodnight before waltzing off to some other corner of the club with his mystery woman.
Fletcher was bringing some random girl back to their room to fuck her.
Like he didn’t even give a shit. Taylor seethed.
Here he thought that maybe Fletcher had…
But he went and found the first girl who looked his way and seduced her into coming back to their hotel room.
Taylor wanted to give him a piece of his mind.
He wanted to ruin Fletcher’s night. He didn’t have the right to kick Taylor out of his own room.
Briar smiled at him as she tugged on his shirt to get his attention. “You wanna get out of here, handsome?” She asked.
Taylor shook his head. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”
He pulled away from Briar and stormed the hell out of there.