Sawyer POV
I smiled as the poisonous stench of alcohol hit my nose. I looked around, hoping to find someone that looked interesting.
My eyes locked on a young looking boy that had a quiff of chocolate curls. He was sitting alone, drinking shot after shot of what looked like strong spirits. It was almost like he wanted to forget something. That's how much he was drinking. But then again, he could just be an alcoholic.
Maybe I was pushing my luck but I went right down and sat on the opposite side of him, taking time to study every single feature of his. He looked up suddenly, and me and for a few seconds, I was somewhere else. In a breathtakingly beautiful beach... Floating on clouds in the vast blue sky... And then he winked. He fucking winked. Before I could process my actions, I roughly twisted a fistful of his shirt, pulling him up from across the table and making shot glasses fly into the air, smashing into a thousand glistening pieces on the floor. I didn't care, and while my breathing was speeding up and mixing with his, I looked up at him for one last sign of approval. Maybe I shouldn't be doing this. Taking advantage of someone that was obviously drunk. Then I remembered the wink and I decided I couldn't stop myself even if I tried. When I saw that he was smiling, I forcefully put my lips on his. He was submissive, which honestly turned me on. His lips tasted like alcohol, which made me want to explore the inside of his mouth in a desperate attempt to taste him. He denied access, smirking on my mouth, I pulled back, taking his bottom lip with me.
"Take it to the bed, gay fucktards!" I heard someone shout, and I glared in their general direction before getting close to his ear and whispering, "Should we?" in my most seductive voice, making sure my lips in some way were brushing against his earlobe. I smiled when he shivered, then nodded fervently. Taking my hand and placing it on his butt, I gave it a squeeze before guiding him towards the door.
I couldn't be bothered to search for my keys so we just waited for a taxi, and even though the taximan looked uncomfortable, we didn't stop making out.
