Memory Lane (into the wild night) | ishman |

THAT Night (Part 1) 🔞

(flashback to that night)

Some Dua Lipa song blasts out of the speakers, as Ishan is handed his third shot of tequila for the night. Sara shoves it into his hand with a smile, and the group of them all cheers before downing them at the same time.

As soon as Mayank slams his glass down on the bar, he turns to the girls and Ishan with a flushed face and a wild look in his blown-out eyes. "Fuck it, I'm doing it, I'm asking that girl by the booth to dance!"

"Aww," Ishan, shoving his friend towards the pretty blonde he's been eying all night. As soon as Mayank is through the crowd, however, Ishan turns to the girls with a frown. "But who's going to dance with me?"

"WE WILL!" Cookie cheers, grabbing Ishan and Sara by their wrists and dragging them out to the floor, more of a stumble from the alcohol already invading their veins, while Cookie trails behind with a loud laugh.

Ishan needed this, like bad. He needed to be smushed between his best friends, beautiful girls who would do anything for him, while his nearly empty stomach fills with drinks, and his skin buzzes from the loud thumping bass of the club's music. He needed to lose himself in a weekend away, no house tours, no deals, no clients, no cheating motherfucker begging to not be kicked out of his house. He needed to be a little slutty, leered at by random drunk men, he needs to feel wanted.

He needs to get the hands of that tall guy, with the dark hair and dimples on the other side of the dancefloor, on his waist right fucking now.

He knows he's slurring a little when he pulls Hardik in close and points at the guy whose eyes have been on him since they started dancing. "Am I drunk, or is that guy in the lace shirt really fucking hot?"

She follows his eyes across the room, and lets out a snort loud enough for Ishan to hear over the music. "Yes."

"Yes what? Am I drunk or is he hot?"

"Yes to both babe! Go get him!"

"Please, he can come to me!" Ishan shouts, giggling as he catches the man's eye, and quickly turns away. His body continues to sway to the music, heartbeat racing just a little bit faster at the thought of someone wanting him out of all the people here.

"Looks like he is!" Cookie says, laughing as she pushes Ishan towards the man pushing his way through the crowd.

Ishan stumbles as he turns, and the man is right there, hand out to catch him. There are dimples in his cheeks as he smiles down at Ishan, even taller than he looked from far away, and he can feel his body heat up.

"Dance?" the man asks as he leans down, voice deep and rumbling right into Ishan's ear in a way it sends a shiver up his spine.

"Yes please," he moans, letting himself be pulled away from his grinning friends. It's very rare that he lets loose like this, but, and maybe it's the alcohol, but this guy gives off the safest aura, and Ishan wants to be wanted. He's just drunk enough to not be graceful, but he hides his stumbling by leaning into the man's strong, muscular body. "Fuck, you're hot."

"Mmm," the man hums into Ishan's neck as he turns him around, pulling him back up against his chest. Their bodies mold together as the man leads them, wrapping an arm around Ishan's waist, large hand spreading over his stomach. "You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

Ishan lets himself fall back into the man, happy to be held as they grind to the music, but he tends to get feisty when he drinks. "I'm not a thing, sir."

He can feel the man smile, and his skin tingles as the man leaves a trail of kisses up his neck. "No, you're an angel."

Everything zeroes out then.