Boylesque (🇬🇧)

A cocktail at the eleventh hour - part 2

An hour later, Alec was sitting next to Simon and Bat on a bench in a dark corner of the nightclub, already sipping his third beer. Everyone else was enjoying themselves on the dance floor, which Alec had a good view of from where he was sitting.

For Alec, dancing was a closed book. The last and only time he had danced had been with Izzy after she had literally dragged him onto the dance floor. It had been one of the most embarrassing experiences of his life. One, he would gladly have done without.

The same thing seemed to happen to his two colleagues, who more or less kept him company. Simon and Bat were talking about some movies Alec had never seen, let alone heard of, in his life. He had already given up listening to their conversation half an hour ago, which wasn't difficult given the loud music.

He absent-mindedly sipped his much-too-warm beer, while his eyes kept wandering to the dance floor. Aline and Helen put on an impressive dance performance, and Maia and a few other dancers from Seven 'O' Eight didn't hide their skills either.

And Magnus... yes, Magnus was, as always, in a class of his own. How he moved. The way he swayed his hips to the rhythm of the music. Or how he performed incredibly complicated-looking dance steps. It was alluring and exciting, and Alec was completely transfixed by the sight of him. And like every time, the skilful, seductive movements caused a heat in Alec that slowly but steadily gathered between his legs.

"If you keep staring like that, Alec, you'll undress Magnus with your eyes," Simon suddenly yelled in his ear.

Alec jumped and almost fell off the bench in shock.

"Damn it, Simon!" Alec cursed, giving his colleague a dark look. He hoped the club's darkness hid the rising heat, which was making the tops of his ears glow hot. "I'm not staring at Magnus, and I'm not undressing him with my eyes," he contradicted, although he had probably just done that and took another sip of his now lukewarm beer.

Simon laughed and slapped his shoulder with his hand.

"Even if I'm not fishing on the same bank, I can understand your reaction." Simon grinned, his white teeth gleaming in the club's neon lights. "There's something about Magnus that draws everyone in."

Instead of answering, Alec just let out a grunt.

"Come on," Simon urged, nudging his shoulder against his. "If you don't hurry, someone else will take the place at Magnus' side for the evening."

Alec shot Simon a look that he hoped was sinister enough for the musician to leave him alone for the rest of the evening. But Simon wouldn't be Simon if he let it deter him. At least not tonight. He had also already finished his third beer.

"Go. Go. Go."

Simon gave him a powerful shove that had Alec nearly falling to the ground. Alec quickly raised his hands and motioned to Simon that he surrendered. The grin that followed on his colleague's face was far too smug for Alec's liking.

Alec turned towards the dance floor and saw to his dismay that Magnus was now surrounded by three women, all vying for his attention. Alec's mood plummeted as he watched how Magnus responded to the advances of one of the three women and in a skilful turn pulling her close to him, almost pressing her against his body.

Discouraged, Alec shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and stomped towards the bar. Luckily, the fact that he mumbled curses all the way to the bar was lost in the loud rhythm of the music. He desperately needed something stronger to drink than the tepid beer.

Two of the bar stools were still empty, and Alec sat down on one of them. He ordered a strong fruit cocktail, which the bartender placed in front of his crossed arms a few minutes later. It was a nice feeling to sit on the other side of the bar counter for a change. While Alec was adept at the craft of mixing cocktails, he was usually more of a softer, less strong drinker. But he felt he could use the stronger drink tonight. At the moment, however, he couldn't quite grasp why this feeling crept over him...