NEW YORK [jordan x aaron]

·IX·

They were on their way to the bar now, both boys dressed up nicely for the occasion. Aaron was wearing a white button up shirt with some dark brown skinny pants and Jordan was wearing a maroon button up with black flowers and a pair of black skinny jeans. His friend looked amazing, but he felt good in his outfit too.

They went in and Jordan was surprised. He didn't know what he expected, but this place was really nice. Not fancy, just super chill and pretty. There was a bar, some tables and even a little dancefloor at the back.

The boys sat down at the bar and ordered some burgers and chips. Jordan wasn't really a drinker, but since this was his last night before potentially blowing everything up, he decided he wanted to maybe get a little tipsy to loosen up and have some fun.

The bar was starting to get crowded, and Jordan saw that a couple of the employees were actually pulling most of the tables to the sides, making the dancefloor way bigger. The music got a little louder and some people were already making their way to the dancefloor.

"Come on!" Aaron told his friend, grabbing his hand and dragging him to the center of the bar.

They danced for a while. Well, Aaron danced. Jordan tried his best to follow his friend's moves. He wasn't exactly what you'd call a coordinated person. He blamed his father's genes for that, his brother being just as stiff as he was.

Half an hour had passed and Jordan could feel the alcohol starting to affect him, especially because he really needed to pee.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back!" He whispered yelled at his friend who gave him a thumbs up and continued dancing.

He freshened up and looked at himself in the mirror. "You got this." He whispered feeling strangely confident.

When he got back out, his confidence dropped as soon as he saw his friend dancing with another guy. They were talking into each other's ears and laughing. He saw the guy raise his hand to caress Aaron's arm, and before he knew it, the guy was leaning into his friend's neck and kissing him there. His eyes shot to Aaron's, and he was shocked to see his friend was staring back at him. Jordan could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He knew Aaron liked flirting with guys, but he wasn't expecting this to happen tonight. He couldn't help but feel extremely jealous of that other guy. He should be the one leaving marks on his friend's collar.

Jordan turned around and stormed off to the bar, ordering a drink as soon as he got there. He turned back around with his drink in hand, eyes traveling across the dancefloor until he find Aaron and the guy again. They were just dancing now, but Jordan hated that the guy's hands were on Aaron's hips. He was so occupied boring his eyes into the two, that he didn't notice someone sitting at the barstool next to his.

"I thought you two were together." He heard a deep but sweet voice say. He looked up to see Oliver sitting next to him. The tall blonde wasn't looking at him but at Aaron and the guy dancing and flirting across the bar.

"I thought the same." Jordan ended up answering, sounding defeated.

"Is he cheating on you? What a douche." Oliver said angrily, getting up from his stool.

"No, no, no," Jordan stopped him. He appreciated the boy wanting to defend him, even if there was no need to. "We're just friends, I meant- we came together today, and I wasn't expecting him to do this." He explained.

"Oh..." Oliver said sitting back down. "Just friends? But at the restaurant you-"

"Just friends." He interrupted the taller one. "He said you were trying to hit on me and he didn't like your attitude. Besides, he's straight."

"Well, I mean... I was hitting on you. But if you are just friends, why would that bother him?" Oliver said confused.

"I wonder the exact same thing..." The boy replied.

"You do like him, don't you?" Oliver asked softly. Was it that obvious?

"You could say that. Oliver, right? I'm Jordan." He said offering Oliver his hand to shake.

"You remembered." He replied with a smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Jordan." He said, shaking the boy's hand back.

"You know, for the way he keeps glancing back to you, I would say he's trying to make you jealous." Oliver suddenly said, turning back around to face the bartender and ordering another drink for himself and Jordan.

The boy decided to turn back around as well. Looking at his friend wasn't helping and Oliver seemed like a nice guy. He could use some company.

"Yeah, no. I don't think so. Thanks for the drink, though." He told the other.

"No biggie. Why do you say that? With the attitude he had at the restaurant he seems to be a little overprotective for "just a friend". And that guy, my friend, is definitely not straight." He argued.

Jordan groaned at this. "Dude, don't confuse me more than I already am. I don't know what the hell is going on. I just know I love him and I want him and I'm gonna confess tomorrow and throw our friendship to a death pit."

"Why so negative, man? I'd say you have big chances. You're super sweet, I can tell you are caring, and you are really attractive." Oliver told the shorter boy.

Jordan blushed. He wasn't exactly used to being praised, but oh, did he like it so very much. "D-do you think so?" he said softly.

"Oh, I know so. You have a beautiful baby face, and I'm sure under those clothes you must be just as beautiful. He'd be an idiot if he lets you go." Oliver said.

Jordan giggled, feeling warm and momentarily forgetting the pain in his chest. Alcohol was buzzing his senses, and he was finally paying close attention to how attractive Oliver really was.

"You look like a movie star" he found himself saying.

"I work as a model actually" Oliver said laughing at the boy's buzzed words.

"I can tell." Jordan said, finally smiling.

"You have a beautiful smile too, sweetheart." The taller told him with a soft smile. "Wanna dance?" he said offering his hand to the boy.

Jordan looked back at Aaron, who was not looking at him, so he decided he could as well just have fun anyways. He put his hand on Oliver's and they went to the dancefloor. They danced together to a couple songs, and without Jordan realizing, they got a little touchy-feely. He had his arms around the other's neck, whilst Oliver had his hands around the boy's hips. Jordan couldn't help but notice how small the taller one made him feel. He'd learned Oliver was a little older than himself. 29, to be exact, therefore experienced, and Jordan liked that. He liked how his hand felt small in Oliver's, and he just really liked how sweet and caring Oliver seemed. He would ask every few minutes if Jordan was alright, and would look at Jordan for consent every time he would touch him in any way.

A slow song came on, and Jordan just sighed and closed his eyes when he felt Oliver bringing him a little closer by his hips. This felt okay. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Oliver, only to find Oliver looking back at him fondly.

"You're so beautiful." The blonde guy told him. Jordan smiled at the praise.

"You are too nice. I could kiss you right now, but I'm a little drunk." Jordan told him with a smile.

"It's okay." He replied softly, still swaying his hips to the music. "Your friend is looking at us, though."