Jacob's pov
It's settled, I've corrupted him.
I mean, just look at the boy giggling and dancing around boys with a glass of Moscato in his hand. Shaun is going to end me.
All I can do is sit back on a couch in the middle of the room and watch the boy. I'm sitting next to some ginger haired boy. He's been serving up men left and right, earning some extra cash while who I'd assume to be his boyfriend, watches intently. The boy with black quiffed to the side hair and piercing eyes practically watches in hatred as another bloke sits down next to us.
"Which one of you are for sale?" He asks in a hushed tone, rubbing his thigh sensually.
I keep my mouth shut, scooting away from the two and keeping my eyes on Troye. God knows what I'd do if someone came up to him asking to buy his body. The ginger flips over onto the man's lap and begins grinding against him. I can't help but watch from the corner of my eye in sympathy. He shouldn't have to do this. Unless that is he likes doing it, if he does I'm a big douche for giving him such a look.
He locks eyes with me, his face clear of any emotion as he gives the bloke a lap dance. As the man's hand trails around the ginger's bum, the black haired boy steps in, pushing the boy off of the man.
"Those fingers go anywhere near that cock Imma break every knuckle on your hand... All fifteen of them." He threatens, pulling the man up and pushing him back. The ginger watches, rolling his eyes and sitting back down next to me.
"Settle down Rumble fish. Anyway, a hand only has fourteen knuckles." The bloke dares to speak back, making the ginger mutter an 'oh boy'.
"You wanna fucking die?" He yells, pushing the man back again.
He throws his hands up in surrender and walks away, going to find some other obviously underage kid to get a lap dance from. The dark haired boy furrows his eyebrows and looks down at his hand, seeming to be counting his knuckles. I hold back a laugh, leaving me with an amused smile as I avert my eyes back to Troye. He's, believe it or not, shaking asses with some girl.
The ginger next to me clears his throat, catching my attention.
"Energetic one you got there." He mutters in an amused tone much like mine following. His American accent is more than noticeable in his words, it's sweet.
"Overprotective one you got there." I retort.
He chuckles and holds out his hand, "Ian."
"Jacob," I shake his hand and exchange him a kind smile.
"And I'm Mickey." The dark haired boy butts in, flopping down on the couch next to us and wrapping his arm around Ian.
"Nice to meet you," I respond politely, glancing back at Troye to see him still shaking what his mama gave him a few metres in front of us.
Mickey chuckles, "Yeah, just keep your hands off my merchandise, okay?"
My eyes widen and as I go to back myself up, Ian speaks up.
"C'mon, Mick, his boy is right there." He mutters, waving a hand out to Troye.
Mickey rolls his eyes and mutters a whatever.
"How did you know he's with me?" I ask curiously.
"The way this joker looks at me, that's the way you look at him, just less douchey." Ian sighs, cuddling into his boy's sidr4t a/n: i sneezed again ignore this.
"Heh," I murmur, my smile growing as I bring my fingers between my lips and let out a sharp whistle. Grabbing Troye's attention, he whips his head over in my direction and skips up to me. He jumps into my lap and about spills his drink all over my suit.
"Heya Jakey," Troye giggles and crashes his lips upon mine. I freeze for a moment then respond, pulling back after a moment because of the two next to us.
"Hey baby, I've got someone for you to meet."
He furrows his brows and gives me an odd look, averting his eyes to the couple next to us.
"These two?" He questions.
I nod, placing my hands on his hips.
"Ian and Mickey." I gesture to the two of them.
They give Troye small smiles. Mickey's is more of a threatening and lopsided smile, but maybe that's just how he seems to always look.
"Sup," Ian murmurs, holding out his hand.
"American." Troye whispers in my ear while he shakes Ian's hand with a timid smile plastered on his face.
"Hmm?" I ask quietly.
He bites on my ear and sighs, "American. They are miserably American. It's hot."
Clenching my jaw, I reluctantly push him off of my lap and onto the seat on the other side of the boys.
"Control yourself, T." I murmur, turning back to the two.
"He's not usually like this. It's his second time ever drunk." I admit to see Ian kick Mickey to make him stop laughing.
"Hmm?" I hum.
Mickey waves me off, containing his laughter and clearing his throat.
"Nothing it's just uh- his second time? Really? I've been stealing rum and beer since I could walk." Mickey mutters with an eyebrow quirked up.
So that's the kind of guy he is.
Ian kicks his foot again, "Not everyone's like you Mick."
"Whatever, so what's your boy's name?" He asks, gesturing to the curly haired drunk attached to my side who's looking out to the crowd as if it were the telly.
"Troye, he's the most sheltered kid you two will probably ever meet." I smile and nudge him just for Troye to nip at my arm in return.
Ian chuckles light-heartedly, "Keep him away from us then. Mickey here will turn him into a gang-banger by morning... but you. You're not like him."
"What's your catch?" Mickey butts in.
"Family issues, stupid shit." I shrug.
They both then seem to look at me differently, nodding along.
"We can both relate to that. Ay, we actually have to go find this one's sister. She's always where she shouldn't be so it's best we get a hold of her before someone else does." Ian says, standing up and brushing off his tiny golden spandex shorts.
"But I'll uh- I'll see you around? Number is 2249168532." Ian smiles and shakes my hand once more.
"Alright, see you two around. Nice to meet you." I nod and shake Mickey's hand too.
"Bye kid." He mutters to Troye.
Then the two are off.
Troye hops back on my lap, straddling my hips.
"I want you." He whispers, pressing his forehead against mine and gently rocking his hips.
"Let's go."
I flick my eyes up to his and bite my bottom lip, kissing him shortly then placing my hands on his bum. Taking him by surprise, I pick him up and stand up with his legs now wrapped around my waist.
"Jake!" He squeals, looking at the ground in fear of falling.
"I got you, calm down." I purr in his ear, holding him up.
He nods anxiously and wraps his arms around my neck.
I walk us out the club and back to the hotel.
