Page 12 of Baiting Kong

(Kong)

“Hey kid, you wanna grab me a beer?” Kong asked as he bellied up to the bar and met Scout’s mismatched gaze, hoping for a bright smile.

Instead, the kid just looked exhausted, even if he tried to crack a smile when he approached, moments later, with a frosty mug. The head on that beer was perfect, not too much and not too little. He had a light touch, even when he was begging and writhing on Kong’s cock. Was a shame, though, that because of it the scratches had faded in less than a day. He’d have been proud to wear those marks and show them off like the prize they were after the young man had confirmed that no one else in the club had touched him.

Of course he had a lot more to say about that and the reason why: Teddy. Throughout the conversation, Kong had picked up on some conflicting feelings regarding Teddy after witnessing his recent issues with the club. The fact that he backed the man despite the things others said about Teddy was a sign of Scout’s character, even if from all Kong was hearing, Teddy didn’t deserve Scout’s loyalty.

“Hey, Scout, I could use a hand in the kitchen if you’ve got a minute,” Night called as he poked his head out.

“Sure thing,” Scout replied, pouring a couple shots of rum before disappearing into the back.

“He’ll be back there awhile,” Kat said as she wiped the counter in front of him. “Patty had to stay home tonight; one of his girls is sick.”

“No worries, I’ll catch him later,” Kong said, lifting his beer in salute before seeing what he could get into.

It didn’t take long to spot Danger tipped back in a chair at a table with Creature and Duggan, and since he still owed the bastard for his little part in the chandelier incident, he took great pleasure in knocking the chair over before Danger saw him coming.

Biker and beer hit the ground to a noisy array of cheers and shattering glass that instantly drew a groan from Kat, as well as a glare when he glanced back over his shoulder to meet her glare.

Sorry, he mouthed, shrugging sheepishly but feeling no less pleased at the outcome of a sputtering Danger as he floundered to his feet, trying not to slip in beer and faceplant in the shards of glass that had landed everywhere.

“Son of a bitch, that’s alcohol abuse,” Danger sputtered as he regained his footing, held steady when Kong decided to take pity on him and lend him a hand.

“Maybe next time you’ll think about that and leave the chandeliers alone.”

“Yeah, alright, you got me there.”

“Who put them right, anyway?” Kong asked as he glanced over at the nearest one to see that his head was no longer in any danger from it.

“That Scout kid, more than likely,” Danger said as he swiped at his hair. “Here he comes now to clean up the mess you made.”

“No one told you to drop the glass,” Kong pointed out, slapping him on the back hard enough to stagger him. “Thought you had a better grip.”

“Not when I’m getting dropped on my head,” Danger grumbled as he pulled the seat aside while Kong took the empty spot at the table.

There was that ghost of a smile again. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but it looked like Scout’s eyes lit up a little at seeing him again. He didn’t say anything, though. He just kept his mouth shut while quickly and efficiently chasing all the broken glass with the broom, then mopping up the sticky residue of beer and any crushed glass that had been left behind. He’d even brought a fresh beer out with him that he handed to Danger before tackling the mess. Silent and fast, he kept his head down while he worked, only making eye contact with Kong for a moment before scurrying back to the supply cabinet and then the kitchen and whatever Night needed him to do back there. Judging from the damp apron, he’d probably been washing pans and loading the dishwashers to keep things running smoothly while Night prepped the food.

“He’s a keeper,” Duggan remarked as he watched him go. “And not hard on the eyes, either.”

“Looks to me like he’s only got eyes for one person, though,” Danger said as he pulled up the chair Scout had wiped clean for him. “Be careful you don’t break that one before the rest of us can take a turn.”

“You keep your hands and your eyes off him unless you wanna get dropped on your head some more,” Kong warned, pointing his beer at him.

Danger shrugged and held up his hands. “Alright, brutha, if that’s the way you want it, I’ll leave him alone, at least until he comes looking for another ride.”

“Can’t ride the broken, my friend; you just keep that in mind before your fingers start wandering.”

“Heard and understood,” Danger said, lifting his beer to his lips again.

“Either of you fuckers heard how that car chase this afternoon ended?” Duggan asked.

“No, but judging from that shit-eating grin on your face, you have, so you might as well spill it before you choke trying to hold it in,” Danger said.

“What chase?” Kong asked, having had his head bent over his drafting table all day, in between pouring over home listings.

There were a few promising ones he’d already reached out to a realtor about, one of which had wrap-around porches on every level and a three-story tower with arched windows designed to look like a lighthouse. The layout and floor space would allow him to confine his work to a level other than the one he slept on. It had charm too, two huge selling points for a man who tended to be a workaholic.

Of course, that had as much to do with boredom and loneliness as it did his obsession with staying ahead of things. If he had a boy of his own, someone who needed downtime and playtime as much as Kong currently did, he’d have no issue keeping his ass in bed and out of the workspace at three am. And yeah, he had a very good idea of who he wanted that someone to be.

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