Unless (LGBTQ+ BxB Completed Novel)

7: Talk tonight.

"How do you know our guy, Noah, again?" Ethan won't let go, and after his fourth beer, he has become almost annoying—dude can't hold his drink, bless his soul. He teeters to where Park is standing and elbows him as if they'd been friends for more than a decade instead of mere acquaintances.

"Easy now, buddy. We don't want you falling on your face." Park grabs Ethan by the elbow and helps him sit beside him. His chuckles are back and they ricochet inside my chest like the chords on a melody that has you thinking of good times, dim lights and intimacy.

I take a brief leap of faith and dare a sneak peek at Park's face—what is it about this gorgeous boy that gets me so fucking turned on? Is it the fact that he is so darn cute he could melt the ice caps with one grin? Is it his earnest ways, or how he seems aware of my every move?

He is smiling warmly, chatting away with Ethan, who blabbers more nonsense than I can handle without showing how nervous I'm becoming.

"Come on, Park. Don't be mysterious like that. Just tell us where you guys know one another."

"Oh, Noah and I go way down." Park smirks at me, and I'm almost coming undone right here, at this freaking pub.

He's so cheeky, I can't help staring. He has my friends wrapped around his elegant fingers.

"You mean you guys go way back, right?" Tyler asks with genuine curiosity joining Ethan and him. He's dragging his feet, another one biting the dust soon.

"Yeah, way back and also down, like we just hang out, pretty often, and go down on one another." He adds the last, so casually, it just seems to fall off his tongue.

For a crazy second, I think the guys will stop and stare at him, but they are all either drunk or half-way there, so they just nod in total agreement.

He is also witty. I'm in deep trouble.

We stare at one another for shorter than a heartbeat and crack up; he shuffles closer to me and says, "Sorry about that, Noah. Definitely third date material, wouldn't you agree?

Date? Did I just hear that? Why am I so freaking comfortable with that concept? Eager as hell as well. Damn, Park. What are you doing to me?

"Would you go out with me sometime, then?" I blurt out in front of everyone. For fuck's sake.

"Is that an invitation?" He beams at me as his curls bounce with the tilt of his head.

"I guess so, yeah." We lock gazes and he bites his lower lip, sending tingles down my torso. I feel my erection at the same time he moves closer. His warm breath has me choking on a moan.

"I must admit I've been kind of holding my breath over that idea, so of course, I'd love to go out and just hang, you and me and no one else."He is so addictive, the way he moves, how his eyes take in everything around us with total ease, he seems so open and kind. Please be kind.

"Noah, bro, Ethan is not feeling well, so Imma head out and drive him home, okay?" Tyler grunts; he can barely walk, so I can't just let them walk out, or they might collapse in the middle of the street.

"Not a chance. You guys are a mess." I turn to Park. "Shit, I think I must see them off to safety, or I won't be able to forgive myself if something happens."

"No problem, let's give them a lift in my car. You just guide the way," he says with a shrug, making every damn thing seem effortless, and I'm just there, basking under his light. He is kind.