'Jace, get ready. We're in a hurry.' Kaitlyn spoke as she looked around the corner in his direction.
Jace sighed as he stared at his reflection in his bedroom mirror, smoothing out his favorite band t shirt. He didn't want to go. But Kaitlyn wasn't really giving him a choice in the matter.
She was dragging him to her favorite gay bar, and he wasn't too impressed. He hated the music, the lights, and especially the people.
Too crowded.
He hated crowds.
Taking one last glance of himself, he finally turned and walked to the door, applying his shoes to his feet.
'I don't know why you're doing this to me. I don't even want to go.' Jace glanced at her, looking over her red dress, her favorite one for clubbing.
'Because you need to get out there. It's been awhile, Jace.' Kaitlyn rolled her gorgeous brown eyes in his direction, causing him to giggle.
She was right.
It had been since him.
And he hadn't talked to him in months.
Not since he found out he had moved on.
The memory sparked a sharp pain in his chest as he shook his head to forget.
Not tonight.
He wouldn't think of Blayke tonight.
Once he was inside Kaitlyn's small Volkswagen, he buckled up and leaned back. His mind was racing, wondering what the night would hold for him.
Twenty minutes later, Kaitlyn pulled the car up to the club and parked, instantly handing over her keys to the valet parking man.
'Is it just me, or am I the only one who doesn't trust valet parking?' He raised an eyebrow, sticking his hands in his pockets.
'You're just so paranoid all the time, J. They don't steal anything. They would get arrested and fired if they do.' She rolled her eyes once more in his direction, looping her arm through his own.
Jace loved Kaitlyn.
She was such a great friend to him.
He smiled down at her before sighing heavily. 'Here's to nothing?'
Kaitlyn giggled and pulled him through the doors, flickering lights immediately blocking his eye sight.
Flickers of blue, red, green, and every other god damn color of the rainbow bounced off their clothes as they walked in.
God, it looks like a freaking overdone gay pride event.
Jace followed behind Kaitlyn, staring into the back of her long pink curls.
Even in a rainbow colored room, her hair was easy to spot.
Kaitlyn pulled him along till they reached the bar, ordering him a drink as well as herself.
'What would you like?' She looked at him, licking her lips as her eyes scanned the variety of liquor.
'Blue Raspberry Vodka. Kinky.' He sat down when a stool became available.
He turned the chair to glance around the room, looking over each person.
Oh he's cute.
So is he.
Ugh. Jace. You're in trouble.
While he was looking around the room, a man dressed in all black stood out, more than the others.
Jace couldn't lie.
The boy had the most perfect ass.
The muscles in his back was also pretty delicious.
Fuck. No.
The moment the man turned around, his eyes locked on Jace.
That face was a face he knew way too well.
Blayke.
His ex.
As quickly as he could he turned around to sip down his vodka, eyes narrowing at the glass as a voice spoke behind him.
'Jace?..'
He set the glass down, turning to look at him.
'Blayke.' His voice came out a bit shaky, immediately giving away that he was feeling uneasy.
'How are you?' Blayke sat down next to him, watching his face.
'I'm great. How's Harry?' Jace refused to look at his face.
God that face.
He loved that face so much.
So handsome and elegant in its own ways.
'Out of town.' Blayke cleared his throat, ordering the same as he had.
Great.
He's gonna stay and chat.
Jace listened as Blayke spoke about his day and spoke whenever was needed.
Twenty shots later, the night got a bit interesting.
It all started when Jace escaped to the bathroom to breathe.
'Jace?.. You alright?' Blayke's voice ringed through the bathroom stall.
'Yeah, I'm fine.' Jace responded, opening the door.
Blayke stood there, blocking Jace from leaving the stall.
'What are you doing, Blayke?' Jace raised an eyebrow, feeling a bit uneasy.
Blayke bit his lip, looking over Jace's face.
No. Don't.
Before he could say the words he thought, Blayke had Jace pressed against the wall in the stall, his lips lingering against the others.
No. This feels too good.
Have.. to stop..
But the thoughts in Jace's mind didn't agree with his actions.
His hands were locked in Blayke's hair. God he missed pulling those strands of hair.
Blayke's hands roamed down the back of him, gripping his ass in his hands as he feverishly kissed the male, moaning sensually against his lips.
'Blayke?' A voice spoke behind them.
Great.
Standing behind them, was Harry.
Blayke's boyfriend.
Here we go.
