Impress Me Not: The Architect

Chapter 20

Author's Note: Surprise! It's a,

!!!!SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING!!!!

It's pretty early in this story, and completely not like me to do, but sometimes love isn't slow and romantic. Sometimes, it's a bit rough and dirty. This chapter has potentially one of my dirtiest scenes that I've written so far, and I'm quite proud of it! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Thanks for all the votes and comments on this chapter. Feel free to tell me what you think, I love feedback. And, without further ado, let's get dirty.

-Saturn

This might not be the best idea. He might even regret it in the morning. He might just back out like a chicken and go home.

But that warmth through his body and the alcohol in his veins was telling him that he didn't want to be alone tonight. If he went home alone, he'd wind up in tears, crumpled up in his bed or trying to call someone that he shouldn't. He'd much rather enjoy the car ride with this warmth leaning against him, making no move to back away.

He looked so relaxed tonight. It was nice seeing him laugh so much like he did at that table. But what Casimir enjoyed the most was that look he gave him while he took those shots. He didn't want to bug him while he drank with his friends. So, he just sent drinks his way every now and then, enjoying the music and the occasional glances he would get his way. He was surprised to get drinks coming back to him. It made his mood a little better. Even when he was all by himself at the bar.

"So, why did they just leave you?" he asked. He paid for both of their checks, not caring about the price. He cared more about the fact that Valentino was much too drunk and left alone by the two he was with before.

Of course, he was drunk too. But that wasn't the point.

"Britt got sick," the brunette explained, leaning into him more. "Her boyfriend had to take her home so she could get some sleep."

"And he couldn't bring you home, too?"

"I can get myself home, thanks," he argued. "You're just here to enjoy the ride."

"I'm glad you aren't driving then," he chuckled. It felt so natural being this close to the man. His arm automatically went around him and kept him close.

"Right here?" the taxi driver asked. They had winded down some long road until it stopped there. Casimir didn't recognize a single thing, as the streets were really dark. But there were lights by the door that looked welcoming.

He hadn't paid attention to the streets. All he knew was that it wasn't his apartment in downtown. He was going to have a tough time giving the driver his address.

If he was going home.

"Yup," Valentino said, his voice drunken and slurred. Casimir had drank quite a lot that night, but it seemed as though he could hold his liquor better than the man in pink. He had been the main focus on his mind as soon as he saw the man. It was the one time his thoughts could be free of all the day to day stresses. He couldn't think of anything with that slender body leaned against him. He tucked so easily in his arm as well. It made him want to keep him there forever.

Should he really be doing this, though? He wasn't really the type of person to jump right into someone's bed. That, and Valentino seemed much too drunk. They had just met not too long ago, and he hadn't even asked him on a date or anything.

He didn't know why his intoxicated mind was starting to worry about this so much. He was still a vat of emotions, ready to spill over at any second. He didn't want to fall into that familiar pattern. Not again. Even if it was someone different. He didn't want to risk the heartache again.