The bartender nodded, pulling out two glasses and setting them on the bar top. Aiden sat in one chair, a bright smile lighting up his face that he was getting to experience this and not have to worry about not being twenty-one.
The clear liquid was flush with the top of the glasses and Aiden carefully lifted it before turning to me. We clinked them together, a tiny amount splashing over our fingers before we tossed them back.
Aiden grimaced as the alcohol burned. We’d given him plenty in the past, but he wasn’t quite the heavy drinker the rest of our group of friends were. We slammed the glasses onto the counter and he looked around the room, cheeks a little more rosy than when we came in.
“So what do you want to do?” he asked, gesturing to the crowd of writhing bodies.
Having Aiden pressed up against me, grinding, giving friction, sounded more than a little appealing. After his little adventure in the bathroom earlier, maybe that would torture him. Not that it wouldn’t be torture for me as well. It took everything in me not to bust down that door and have my way with him. But he had to be ready. He had to approach me and ask for what he wanted.
If this all blew up, I couldn’t have Nathan accusing me of pressuring his brother into anything.
“That all depends on you, sweetheart.”
The pink of his cheeks deepened. I noticed it every time I used the name. It wasn’t like me to call anyone by a nickname like that. Something about Aiden brought it out of me. He’d always been different. Special.
He turned back to the bar, drumming his fingers against the wood. “Can we have a few more drinks? I’d like to try a few different things now that I have the chance.”
I grinned and nodded.
“Fuck, yeah. We can do that.”
I ordered us each a tequila sunrise and Aiden watched as the bartender poured the fresh orange juice over the tequila before finishing it with a splash of grenadine. The glasses were garnished with slices of orange and a colorful straw before being slid backacross the bar to us. I held up my drink and once again we toasted each other before taking a sip.
“Oh, God. That’s good,” Aiden hummed as he sucked down another gulp of his beverage.
It was nice to see him so carefree and out in the open. No longer confined to the privacy of someone’s apartment. I sipped at my drink while Aiden quickly continued to nurse his straw. He’d be feeling it sooner rather than later if he didn’t slow the fuck down, but I wasn’t about to stop him from having a good time. This trip was about him. About Aiden finding himself and learning how to really have fun without someone constantly looking over his shoulder.
I was only halfway done with my drink when Aiden slammed his empty glass on the counter. “What’s next?”
That blush from earlier was spreading, probably thanks to the addition of alcohol. Fuck, I was already toying with fire. Might as well see everything burn.
I motioned to the bartender. He leaned in close as I ordered a drink for Aiden. The bartender gave a conspiratorial nod and smile before turning to make the drink.
Aiden watched with interest and then sat up when he saw a shot glass of brown liquid topped with whipped cream placed before him. “What the hell is this?”
I laughed as he studied the drink.
“It’s called a blowjob.”
His eyes widened as they turned in my direction. “A what now?”
“A blowjob. It’s usually Kahlua and Baileys, topped with whipped cream.” Aiden nodded, reaching for the glass before I stopped him. “That’s the other part. You’re supposed to drink it without using your hands.”
Those wide chocolate eyes were back on me as that blush spread even further. Did it go all the way down his chest? I wanted to strip him bare and see it. Fuck, this was backfiring.
Aiden placed his hands behind his back, a strange look of determination settling over his features as he leaned over the shot glass. His mouth opened wide and as he lowered closer to the drink, my dick gave a kick in my pants. Fuck, I’d give anything to see him go at me like that, but instead, I was watching him have a drink. Maybe that was something to discuss with him later. Maybe he’d be into it?
When his lips wrapped around the glass, they flexed for a moment, like he was struggling to figure out how to drink it. Then they sealed around the rim and he tossed his head back. The liquid rushed into his mouth, and I stared, transfixed, as his throat worked to swallow it all down.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
If my dick wasn’t hard before, it was now. I had to adjust it, shoving it to the side so that it was more comfortable in my jeans. I wasn’t trying to hide it, but it was hot as hell the way Aiden watched me do it once the glass was back on the counter. He surelyhad to be feeling the buzz by now, and the way he stumbled when he stood from his stool was more than confirmation.
I grabbed his arm, and he gave me a goofy smile. “That’s how you do it, right? No hands?”
Fuck, he had more than done it right. But I needed to get him away from the bar, or this evening was going to be over before it even began. Instead of ordering another drink or even finishing my own, I gave in to temptation and led him out to the dance floor.
I didn’t recognize the song that was playing; it was probably some local hit, but the beat was heavy and people swayed to it. My arm wrapped around Aiden’s waist as we fell into the rhythm. His eyes were closed as he leaned against me. For someone who’d been against coming to the dance floor earlier, he sure wasn’t resisting me now. Then again, liquid courage and all that.
