His Confession (BxM)

Twenty-Five; "Go Grope Him"

Sorry for the late update!!! I love you and I hope you forgive me😅

The man scoffed and snatched his arm out of my grip. "Whatever, kid," he muttered, sitting back down.

"Thanks for cooperating," I said in a sing-song voice, patting the man's shoulder before walking over to my boyfriend.

He went upside down high up on his pole and smiled his adorable, bright, pearly white smile.  "Thanks for stepping in, sexy," he giggled.

"Absolutely," I chuckled as I leaned in and kissed him. "How much longer do you have?"

"I have ten more minutes, then Gin, Citrus, Cocoa, and Chip take over," Benjamin sighed as he went right side up and slid down his pole, proceeding to wrap his arms around my neck while he danced upon me.

I groaned and pressed my forehead against his, and he kissed my lips over and over again. "What's up with you? Why are you being so touchy-kissy to me?" I questioned.

"Because I love you! Do you not like my touchy-kissy-ness?" He asked me with a pout.

"No, I do," I laughed, kissing my boyfriend back and clapping my hands onto his ass. "Just come over to the bar as soon as you finish dancing, okay?"

"Okay! I love you," Benjamin beamed as he went back to his pole.

"I love you more," I chuckled, making my way back over to the bar.

"What happened? Did that guy try to hurt Benjam—"

"It's Ben or Benny to you," I said sternly, cutting Vincent off rudely.

He sighed and I grabbed a bottle of golden tequila, pouring a few shots for Carter, Vincent, and myself.

"Look, I know," Vincent exhaled.

I chuckled and looked at my boyfriend's older sibling. "Do you, now?"

"I know that you guys are still mad at me for popping into your lives out of the blue, and I'm— I understand that. It's just...Benjamin is my brother and I'm not gonna let his boyfriend tell me what to call him. I'm sorry but he's my family and if I want to call him by his first name I'm going to," Vincent said, staring into my eyes.

I smirked unintentionally and looked at Carter who grabbed a shot glass with a smile, looking up into my eyes.

"Okay," I said, looking back over to Vincent. "I'm not gonna fight you to say Ben or Benny.... But Benjamin might," I muttered as I lifted my shot up to my mouth and gulped the alcohol down.

"What?" Vincent asked, not hearing me.

"I said I'm not gonna fight you, but Benjamin might," I repeated.

"Does he really not like his name that much? He fights people when they say it?"

"Well, I mean that....and it's just that he likes it when only I call him Benjamin 'cuz it's my favorite thing to moan when we make love," I said bluntly.

Vincent looked taken aback just a smidge when I forced him to imagine me having sex with his younger brother, and I poured another couple of shots for Carter and myself.

"But, um...yeah, it's just our thing, you know?  Only I can say his real name," I said with a shrug of my shoulders before gulping down another shot.

"Are you gonna drink that," Carter asked Vincent, pointing at his full shot glass.

"No, and neither are you," my boyfriend's brother said sternly, grabbing his shot glass. "You guys are underage. You shouldn't be drinking."

"My daddy saw me drinking me once and he didn't mind so I'm good," I said before grabbing Vincent's shot and drinking it.