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I laugh into his mouth. “Like a lollipop?”
“Mhmm…” he nods, brushing his lips over mine. “You’re so damn sexy, Ryan. I still can’t believe I get to have you.” He pulls back so we can make eye contact, his shimmering blue holding me in place. “I can’t believe we’re here… Married and like…here. This is—”
“Fabulous?” I smirk and he laughs out loud before stopping himself to force a scowl.
“Stop being such a wise ass, kid,” he trails his hot mouth down my neck. “Or you won’t get all the licking.”
“Oh, but I need the licking,” I mumble through my persistent grin.
“I know you do.” His tongue makes a small circle on my pulse point and I shiver in his arms. “I wanna eat you like a bananasplit.”
“Jesus fucking Christ…” I hum, practically falling into him. But then my eyes catch sight of the massive, elaborately ridiculous drinks the bartender just delivered us. “Speaking of bananas…”
Ben leaves my neck alone and needy to peer at our drinks. His brow arches and he stares at them for a solid five seconds in silence before he turns that grouchy glare on me.
“I’m not drinking that,” he says, fully serious.
I have to laugh out loud, picking up my drink, which is essentially a frozen Pina colada, only it’s rainbow colored and there’s a banana hanging out of it with a half-lime sitting atop, like a nice crown… The drink is complete with a rainbow flag and a penis straw. Hence…PenisColada, apparently.
The thing is nuts.Literally. I immediately snap a picture of it with my phone to commemorate the experience.
“Babe, you have to drink it.” I pick up the fruit penis, examining it closely.
When my eyes come back to Ben, the look he’s giving me is priceless. Part unamused Ben, part nervous former straight guy at his first Pride celebration being faced with a penis drink.
It’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“For me?” I give him the puppy dog eyes and he rolls his, picking up the drink.
Bringing the straw to his lips, he takes a nice long pull from the penis. I bite my lip, watching as he swallows, Adam’s apple sliding in that delicious, stubble-clad throat of his.
I stare at him, and him back at me, for a quiet moment until he finally whispers, “It’s delicious.”
I can’t help bursting out into more laughter while I take pictures of him.
We both sip our ridiculous drinks, making the sex eyes at each other the entire time, while I consider how cliché it would be to drag him into the bathroom and utilize one of the little packets of banana-flavored lube that apparently comes with the drink.
It’s only happy hour, and I can tell from how loose everyone’s already getting in here that tonight is going to be wild. And I’m excited to experience it. I’ve never been to a gay club. I’ve never danced with Ben in public and I think it’s something I would love to do. There’s a lot I’d love to do with him, actually. And we have the rest of our lives to do it…
The thought is enthralling.
“You need to stop looking at me like that,” Ben pulls me into him with his index finger in the belt loop of my shorts.
“And why would that be, oh husband of mine?” I play coy, obsessed with the fire he’s shooting at me through his burning blue eyes.
“Because I’m two seconds from dragging you into that bathroom.” He nods toward the back of the bar.
“Funny,” I lick my lip, touching his chest slowly, “I was just thinking the exact same thing.”
Ben growls, eyes set on my mouth, before he sets his drink down. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I tease with a love drunk grin on my face.
“I’m ready for my next drink,” he whispers, and I’m fuckingdying.
Ben tosses cash onto the bar then grabs me by the arm, rather forcefully, sending a zap of excitement to my gut as he yanks me along toward the bathroom. As we reach the corridor to the men’s room, he stops short when we practically crash right into someone.
“Oh… hello there, Lockwoods.”
