8. Chapter 8 #4
Shaking his jacket off, his muscles stretch against the tight polo and again the flash of his tattoos crawling up towards his neck does me in.
He's so fucking attractive and already men have started to eye him up, roaming over all the ink on his skin and his toned arms. As he shuffles down the steps and hits the dance floor, an immediate flock of twinks move closer. Teddy must read my mind.
“He’s going to get snatched up out there, you idiot.”
Despite wanting to run right after him, I have to keep some line of self respect. “You know I’m a terrible dancer. He’ll run in the opposite direction.”
“Just dry hump his leg instead. That’ll do the trick.” He says like he’s simply commenting on the weather, before taking a sip of his drink.
Groaning, I rub my hand over the lower half of my face, but what surprises me is Harris’s deep chuckle and the fact he’s still stood here with us.
Teddy eyes him, “Not dancing with your boyfriend?”
The three of us watch as he reaches the siblings and glides into dipping his hip, which Emery follows.
His sister weaves between the two, taking Cass’s outstretched hand and he spins her.
Straight out of that move, she tips back and her brother twirls her next, the three of them doing some leg work at the same time which has them all bursting out laughing.
My cheeks hurt at how wide I’m smiling, and when I look at Harris, he’s staring out with a wistful look; like his entire world is on that dance floor.
He hasn’t answered yet, but he seems to come out of whatever spell took over him, and he rubs at his short beard. “We’re just bestfriends…I’m straight.”
My head snaps back to the dance floor where Emery has slipped slightly away from his sister, and a taller guy has taken his chances by dancing behind him.
He’s bulky in a working man kind of way, and even whilst giving him a dazzling smile, he pats his bicep, shaking his head.
His eyes flick to Harris and maybe it’s because I’m looking for it, but he looks sad for a moment before joining his sister again.
Oh the poor baby.
Teddy and I share a strained look, because we’ve both been there. Wanting what we can’t have. He’s not an idiot either, Harris looks at him with a mixture of yearning and sadness, which breaks my gay little heart even more.
From the corner of my eye I see Grace appear like an apparition on the dance floor; the flood of pink light washing her entirely out, until she pops up closer to where Cass dances with his friends.
The music slows, Lilia lifts her hands and dips into another group dancing, Emery closes his eyes, alone, which leaves him open for Grace to draw closer.
On the opposite side a small guy with ice white hair clocks him too and starts to weave towards him, so I have no other choice than to drop my jacket and against my wishes, dive onto the dance floor.
I didn’t even notice giving Teddy my drink, but all of a sudden I pushed past a few sweaty bodies to reach him first.
Over my dead body will I let his ex or god forbid, a keen twink dance on him.
Instinctually I come up behind him, my hand reaching for his hip and before I can think twice, I pull him against my body. My other hand goes around him to lay flat against his firm stomach, which tenses as he stops dancing.
“Hey,” I breathe against his ear, sending a shudder through his entire body that I feel under my palm.
At my brief words he immediately relaxes, resting against me.
My hand drags down to rest on his other hip, and his head sits perfectly in the nook of my shoulder.
His curls tickle my chin, his clean but sharp aftershave soaks into my senses until all I can breathe is him.
This heady daze takes over, and I hold him closer, dipping my hips down so he lowers with me.
I have zero moves, but the way Cass starts to grind against me is easy to keep up with.
I think I've died and gone to some hunky, tattooed heaven that smells like sandalwood and amber.
My face falls into the crook of his neck and I groan before I can help myself, but in a happy surprise his thick bicep grazes my arm to grip the back of my neck.
I'm painfully hard already and he must be able to tell even through our jeans, but he doesn't seem to care.
Or maybe, he's enjoying being the one that's made me this way.
We stay pressed together like this as one song bleeds into another.
The neon lights bask us, but we're in enough shadow that I feel bold.
Pressing both my hands flat against his lower stomach, just next to his hips, I drag his round ass over my aching cock.
To my delight I hear him moan, but I don't want to share them with a club of eager participants, so I squeeze his hips and let go.
“Would you like another drink?”
Cass turns his head and I can see his adorable flush even in the dim light. He gives me a soft smile, his chest rising with his shallow breath, and I can't mistake the burning in his gaze. “Please.”
The urge to lean down and steal the little breath he has is so strong, I force my feet to move me back up the steps to the bar.
Emery and his sister didn't stray far it seems, and even Harris is dancing with them. I pass Teddy grinding on an older gentleman enjoying the bassy rhythm, and what doesn’t surprise me is the way Rowley stands not far, watching.
The short walk doesn't cool anything and as I place an order at the bar for two more drinks, I'm nearly foaming at the mouth to get back to Cass. Paying, I take both glasses and instantly regret leaving him on the dance floor when I turn around.
Fucking Grace.
Cass looks stiff, but he politely smiles as she moves close and grabs his bicep.
The moment her other hand touches his chest it’s game over.
My good mood vanishes and I dump the drinks on a high top table.
I don’t feel disappointed or any sense of longing; I feel slightly murderous at the thought she dares to touch him.
The club suddenly feels stifling and if I could take a moment to breathe cool air, I’d probably gasp a laugh at how ridiculous I’m being.
Cass isn’t mine, yet. He’s not mine, but he’s definitely not hers.
Pulling my phone out of my pocket, the plan forms in my head before I’m even opening the right social app and finding Inkedreaper.
I had loosely planned to take slow steps with him, but now, he’s going to get to know the other side of me, he’ll soon come to crave.
Navigating to the drafted video of my time in Cass’s bedroom, I hit post and feel no regret sharing it straight to our private chat.
He better be fucking ready, because I’ve decided we’re upping the game.