All's Fair In Love & War [Clollie]

Chapter 2: Lust & War

He was going on the assumption that Kal was a regular here, especially after all the attention that he received last night. As Oliver walked through the crowds of people, he received some admiring looks. A handsome single guy was definitely much more appreciated than one with other women with him that was for sure.

As he got closer to the bar, he saw him there leaning against it. Tonight he was wearing a burgundy silk shirt. He was chatting to the same bartender as last night. The bartender saw him heading their way. Oliver saw him say something to Kal. Then Oliver reached Kal's side at the bar. Kal smiled at the bartender, but he spoke to Oliver, "So, you've come back and without your entourage."

Oliver spoke ruefully, "Well, someone ruined my good time last night. So I think I'm owed a lay, and this is just the place to take another shot at it."

Kal chuckled, "So you must've come back for another disappointment then?"

Oliver asked flippantly, "That depends, are you going to cock block me again?"

He laughed, "No, not if you can find someone who's actually interested in your cock." He told the bartender, "Get him a beer, Reece, this is going to be interesting."

The bartender chuckled chummily and served Ollie his beer.

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It was like a duel that night. However, Kal did more observing than doing. They each chatted with and danced with an assortment of women.

He could feel Kal's eyes on him as he danced with them. There were those who were only up for a good time. Some that you would only fuck if you were drunk enough, as well those that if it had been any other night you might want to see again.

However, his focus was entirely on Kal. Was he still watching? Was this woman the kind of woman that Kal would fuck? How many women could he get to agree to leave with him?

He did all this just to prove to Kal that he wasn't second best to anyone. Conversely, he didn't take any of them up on their offers. Admittedly, he didn't want any of the women He danced with, he wanted Kal and only him. He returned to the bar between each dance and partner. He wiped the sheen of sweat from his forehead, and called for another beer. Kal's eyes were bright, he asked, "So, how many did that make it, huh?"

Oliver smiled, "You tell me?"

Kal seemed to glow at him, "She was eleventh for dancing, sixth for the make out. That one was definitely wet for you."

Oliver puffed up his chest, "So, who's second best now?"

Kal's gaze travelled all over Oliver, where his shirt was clinging to his sweat soaked body. His gaze returning to his face, he murmured, "You were right. You have proven you're not second best to all those other guys out there tonight."

He felt a fission of excitement, of pride at Kal's appraisal and compliment. Then Kal added with a vicious smile, "But not me."

That remark should've just pissed him off, but it actually stung too. Because he knew Kal was right. So he replied vehemently, "Okay you win you're the best. I bet you're a first class cocksucker as well."

Kal flinched, and bit out, "What...?"

Oliver grinned at his reaction, he wanted to irk him even more, so he called the bartender over to them, "Hey man, how does it feel having those pretty lips around your cock, really great huh?"

The bartender's eyes widened slightly, he glanced at Kal. They held their gazes for a very long moment, and then he swallowed. The guy turned to look at Oliver and he shook his head, "Hey, leave me out of this, man."