Kissing the Demon (Seoksoo)

Seokmin

The club was heaving tonight.

A few months ago, I'd dragged Seungkwan to The Closet, a gay club in the centre of Southampton. And it was a good thing I had, considering that was the night he met Vernon. I'm not saying I'm taking credit for them falling in love—I was out of the country for most of it—but at least I could tease Seungkwan that they wouldn't have met if it wasn't for me.

This time, Seungkwan was the one who'd wheedled until I'd given in and come along. I, however, wasn't looking for love, far from it. Seungkwan was a serial monogamist—always happiest in a relationship. Well, except for with Joe, of course. Even with what he'd been through, he wasn't the type to fuck around with a different man every week. Me? I wanted so far away from that relationship shit it wasn't even funny. All I was after was a cute guy who would let me work him over all night before sending him on his way the next morning with a smile. Love was something lauded to sell romance books. Something everyone seemed to aspire to, but few found. A lesson I'd learned the hard way.

Perhaps I was being too cynical. After all, you couldn't look at Vernon and Seungkwan together and question if love existed. The two orbited each other like a planet around the sun—forever caught in the gravity of the other. And that was great...for them. But it wasn't something I saw on the cards for myself.

Love only led to pain. To people walking away. I didn't have to look past my parents' relationship to know how true that was. I'd been naïve enough once upon a time to believe I could find something different, something worth fighting for. But Matt, my first real boyfriend, had proven how wrong I'd been...along with the few relationships that followed.

Turning from the bar, I took a sip of my beer and perused the many options on the dance floor. The music was pulsing, making me sway to the beat. As the club belonged to Vernon's brother, Seungcheol, we had the VIP area cordoned off for us. We'd started there, but it wasn't long before Vernon and Seungkwan's chemistry began heating up, and I had to leave before I sprung an awkward boner over my best friend. Neither of them was my type, but two hot guys grinding on each other? Yeah, I'm not a saint.

Speaking of my type...I was surrounded by men I'd normally be dying to get naked and underneath me. Yet none of them was doing anything for me. Since I'd been back from the States, not a single guy had caught my attention.

Well, that wasn't strictly true.

I'd been trying hard not to think about the man who crashed my dinner with Seungkwan and Vernon a few weeks ago. When the pocket-sized firecracker with perfect makeup and an ass to die for strutted into the room, my attention became...fixated. He'd waltzed in with confidence and sensuality clinging to him as tightly as the hotpants he'd been wearing. With his high cheekbones, delicately upturned nose, and olive skin, he was so far out of my league that he should be playing a different sport. Not since my days as a teenager had I been so tongue-tied in the presence of another man. By the time I'd finally gathered my wits enough to introduce myself, the guy bolted.

Fortunately, it wasn't only me who found his reaction odd. Seungkwan claimed he'd never seen Joshua, who was apparently another of Vernon's brothers, react like that before. According to Vernon, Joshua could rival me in terms of fuckboy behaviour, which had been music to my ears. If my dick was going to fixate on someone, I'd rather it not be someone with dreams of forever in their eyes.

It wasn't like me to obsess over a guy, especially one I hadn't even had a proper conversation with. But Joshua was always there, lingering on the edges of my thoughts. I couldn't help picturing him on his knees with his soft lips stretched around my cock. His head thrown back in ecstasy as I sank into his tight hole. His big brown eyes wide as I took him over the edge.