Page 93 of Flirt
From there, conversation turned to Asher’s Halloween party the next night. Nico was pissed that he had to wear a costume, and Derek just seemed surprised that he’d been invited at all. He looked even more surprised when Asher suggested he bring someone with him.
The drinks were good, the company better, and the music added electricity to the atmosphere. Cameron sat back and grinned. It was going to be a damn good night.
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“Again?” Asher shook hishead and chuckled when Cameron started to slide out of the booth for the fourth time in an hour.
“What?” he demanded. “I have to pee.”
Nico sighed. “I told you not to break the seal, man.”
“You’ve only had three drinks,” Luke added, pointing to Cameron’s empty glass. “Have you always had such a tiny bladder?”
“You know what?” Cameron swayed a little on his feet as he jabbed a finger in a vague direction that somehow encompassed everyone at the table. “Fuck you guys.”
While he’d nursed his first drink, everyone at the table had insisted he try a sip of their wild concoctions. He really didn’t like martinis, and he’d made the cutest face after trying Nico’s cocktail. Derek’s drink had been too sweet, though he had admitted he would probably drink it with coffee.
Asher’s drink had not only been his favorite, but he’d actually enjoyed it. So much in fact, he’d ordered an Adios Motherfucker and downed half the glass in a few swallows. Asher may have neglected to mention that the drink contained about five different liquors, and his man was definitely feeling the effects.
Cameron would probably hate him as much as he hated himself come morning, but for now, he wasunwound and having fun, not to mention adorable as fuck. When he stopped caring what people thought of him, stopped worrying that someone might not approve, he could give Nico a run for his money. Smart and witty, his tongue loosened by the alcohol, he had a wicked sense of humor and a biting comeback for anything thrown his way.
“I’ll go with you,” Nico said, moving to exit the booth.
Cameron shook his head and glared. “I can shake my own dick, thank you very much.” Then he tipped an invisible hat and winked. “Gentleman.”
“What the hell is in that drink?” Derek demanded once Cameron had tottered off toward the restrooms that lined the back wall of the lounge. “I have never seen him like this.”
Asher just grinned. He loved getting Cameron unbuttoned, ruffling those perfectly groomed feathers.
“He’s going to have a hell of a hangover in the morning, but he’ll be fine.” Luke waved one hand around while sipping his martini with the other. “It’s good for him.” After draining the rest of the contents, he slid the glass across the table. “Let’s go.” He gave Nico’s arm a shove. “I want to dance.”
Asher had expected a protest, or at the very least, an argument, but Nico just shrugged and slid out of the booth. When only he and Derek remained, Derek inched a little closer and nodded at a table near the bar.
“I didn’t want to say anything in front of Cameron, but those guys over there have been staring at you all night.”
Asher spared them a glance and sighed. “I know.” He’d anticipated it, which was why he’d reserved a table in the Sky Lounge in the first place. “They’re not the only ones.”
Half a dozen people had passed by their table, walking slower than strictly necessary while they giggled and tried to catch his eye. He doubted all of them read his books, but they certainly followed the gossip blogs. On the bright side, at least they were reading something.
“Okay, well, I’m going to go dance.” Before sliding out of the booth, he reached over and patted Asher’s shoulder. “You okay here alone?”
Asher grinned and followed him to his feet. “Actually, I’m going to go check on Cameron.” He hadn’t been gone for very long, but long enough to make Asher uncomfortable. “We’ll meet you guys down there.”
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Feeling like a rebel,Cameron shook his dick three times, then zipped up and made his way to the sink. His body was wonderfully relaxed, even if his head felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. Mostly, he was happy, unburdened by all the shit going on in his life, and he wanted to stretch it out for as long as possible. He wantedto dance, to move his body to the music, especially if that meant his body moved against Asher’s.
He’d just turned on the faucet at the row of sinks when a long, deep groan rose up from the middle stall behind him.
“Yes, fuck, more, please.”
Cameron smirked as he finished washing his hands. Someone was having a good night, and from the sounds coming from that stall, it was about to get a whole lot better.
Lingering longer than was probably polite, he checked his reflection in the mirror, frowning at his unruly spikes. He didn’t remember running his fingers through the tresses, but his hair stuck out in every direction, kind of like it did after sex. A particularly long lock fell over his forehead and swept against his eyebrows.
With a splash of water and just his fingers, he did what he could to tame the mess, but nothing worked. He’d have to find time for a haircut before work on Monday. Giving up, he dried his hands with a paper towel, tossed it in the trash, then started for the exit. The noises coming from the bathroom stall had grown in volume and urgency, and he doubted the couple—threesome?—would want an audience for their grand finale.
“Fuck, yes, right there. Don’t stop. Fuck me! Pound my ass with that big cock.”
