Page 32 of Unruly
“Nah, I’m alright for now.”
We drink quietly for a few minutes while Farnsworth looks around the bar, taking in all the people and happenings around us, and I focus on him. Dressed in modern clothes, he’s definitely a looker. He was before with his vintage vibe, but this slight change gives him an entirely different appeal. It’s like there’s something beneath his surface dying to break free. I could help him with that. I’d take him to the bathroom right now and blow his mind if he’d let me. I’m pretty sure that crossing professional lines is a big fat no with him, but damn, I’d sure like to.
The ice clinks in his glass and he looks at it with a frown. “It’s gone.”
“I can get you another one.”
“Please. I can get mortal money if necessary.”
“I’m okay. Things are pretty cheap here.” I stand up. “You good for a minute alone?”
He nods happily. “I’m good.”
Before I walk away completely, I bend down close to his ear. “You look amazing when you’re relaxed.”
His eyes widen as his lips part and his breath catches slightly. I leave him to sit with that comment while I head back to the bar.
“Did you like the drinks?” Tal asks, wiping his hands on a towel.
“Yeah, two more please.”
“You got it.”
I lean against the bar watching Farnsworth and the table of guys next to him. One of them, a youngish looking cub with blond hair, is definitely checking him out, but Farnsworth seems oblivious to the attention. I should encourage him to do what feels good and experience things, but selfishly I want to keep him all to myself.
“Here you go, man.”
“Thanks.” Grabbing the drinks, I make my way back to the table. The bar is getting a little more crowded now, and Farnsworth seems to be enjoying all the people-watching. “Here we go,” I say, taking my seat again and pushing a drink towards Farnsworth.
He picks it up and takes a big gulp. “So good.”
“Does alcohol affect you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you get drunk?”
“Oh.” His brow furrows. “I don’t know.”
“Guess we’ll find out.” I glance at the table of men, nodding to the one who was staring at Farnsworth earlier. He acknowledges me and turns back to his friends.
My thoughts turn indecent pretty quickly as I watch Farnsworth enjoy his drink. There’s something fun about corrupting him a little. I can already imagine him with a tattoo covering his bicep, letting his scruff grow all the way in. I canimagine slamming him up against a wall and reminding him what it feels like to have a man pressed against his body.
My cock swells and I shift in my chair. Guess it’s been a while for me too.
“Should we do something after this?” Farnsworth asks. “Unless you’re tired.”
“I’m not tired. I know another place that’s pretty cool. Different from this. More music and dimmer lighting.”
He nods eagerly. “I want to see it.”
“Finish your drink, then we’ll go.”
He slams it back in one long gulp, his cheeks turning pink and a big smile on his face as he sets the glass down. “This is fun.”
Fun? He hasn’t begun to scratch the surface. “I’ll go close out our tab.”
Farnsworth nods, smiling up at me. I head to the bar, get Tal’s attention, and pay the bill. By the time I get back to the table, the blond guy has scooted his chair over to talk to Farnsworth. Just as I get there, I hear him ask Farnsworth for his phone.
