Page 5 of The Dragon's Perfect Omega
Sadly, Zim did not want a hug from each of us when he was getting his picture taken. Or was that a good thing? I wasn't sure how I would have reacted to him hugging everyone in the room.
I definitely had to get this sudden and irrational possessive streak under control.
On the upside, I got to shake his hand when I wished him a happy birthday. He gave me a smile, and I wasn't sure if it was that or the touch of his hand that got me feeling electrified. Whatever it was that passed between us, it left me stunned for a few seconds as Zim moved on to shake Finn's and Zed's hand.
Gods, how was I going to play my drums tonight when my mind was so messed up?
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Zim
"Dude, he was totally into you," Derick said as we made our way to our seats after the Meet and Greet.
"Cut it out," I nearly hissed at him. I really didn't need my friend to tease me about this. There was no way one of those dragons was into me. That was just wishful thinking. Besides, Derick didn't know that I even thought about men that way so he thought he was being funny when he really wasn't. This was supposed to be a fun night, but my mood was souring quickly.
"Don't get so offended," Derick said, squeezing into his seat. "It's not like I really think you're gay."
"Oh, that's so great to hear," I said as sardonically as I could, hoping my friend wouldn't notice the sweat gathering at the back of my neck.
"But you know how those dragons are," Derick continued. "They don't care if the hot piece of meat in front of them has a peen or a vagina. They're totally equal opportunity, so if youweregay—"
"But I'm not."
"Yes, I know that," he waved me off. "I'm just saying...The way Lowen looked at you? He was totally checking you out." Derick laughed as if he'd made an especially funny joke. I wasn't laughing, though. I glared at him instead.
"Am I supposed to feel flattered now?"
"Dude." Derick patted my shoulder. "You might as well. You have to admit those dragons are pretty ripped. They can probably have whoever they want."
I bit my teeth together, knowing that my friend was right about that. I didn't like that thought, though. Did they fuck around with their fans? Why did that idea bother me so much? It wouldn't bother me if they slept withme.
I mentally slapped myself for that thought.
I wasn't the kind of guy who just jumped in bed with someone. Even if they were hot. Anddamn, that drummer Derick was teasing me about? Definitely hot. I suppressed a sigh. I couldn't let my friend know how much the meeting had rattled me. I was going to dream of that guy tonight. Or, at the very least, I was going to spend some time thinking about him before bed, wondering if it was true what they said about dragons and the size of their dicks.
"Everything all right with you?" Derick side-eyed me.
"Yeah, sure. Fine. Just hoping Kathy won't tell my parents where I am," I lied to distract my friend from our previous conversation.
“You told Kathy?”
“Yeah, you think I shouldn’t have?”
"Nah, I think Kathy's cool. That's why you agreed to marry her, right? She's hot too. You're one lucky duck." He grinned at me. "Besides, who cares if your parents find out? Let's just enjoy the show." Leaning back in his seat, he got out his phone as the opening act walked onto the stage and a hush fell over the crowd.
I wanted to ask Derick what he was doing, but once the band started playing, there was no way to communicate without screaming, and I wasn't a huge fan of that. Instead, I leaned back and tried to enjoy the show. The opening act wasn't super great, but they weren't bad either. They got some of the crowd moving, at least. Strong beat, deep bass and the singer's voice had a nice grungy quality to it. They just couldn't compare to the dragons we'd come here to see, though. The dragons we'd already seen. I gulped as the memory stirred something in my loin.
Pull yourself together, Zim. You're here to see a show, not to make out with the performers in your head.
I really, really shouldn't entertain those thoughts. They would only lead me down a path I shouldn't follow. Besides, it was all silly. I'd neverbeenwith a guy. How could I know that I'd even like it? Once or twice I'd caught myself thinking about experimenting with certain... objects.... but I could never quite get myself to do it before I chickened out, too scared that I might get caught somehow. That people would justknowby looking at me.
During a break between two songs, Derick nudged me in the side and leaned over. "I'm texting Finn."
"You're doing what?" I kept looking at the stage, trying to keep my face blank.
"I'm texting Finn," he repeated. "He wants to know if we're up for a couple of drinks after the show."
I swallowed. Getting drinks with the band sounded amazing, but what if I got weird thoughts again? What if I said something really stupid when drunk?
