and people started throwing money at him, some beckoning him closer to the edge of the stage to tuck the notes in his shorts. The guy danced, crawled on the stage, and fooled around with the audience, letting people touch him, even smack his ass.
Quinn shook his head. He didn't want to be a stuck up prude, even in his own head, but he found absolutely nothing sexy about a guy being groped and ogled by a hundred people. Mercifully, the guy’s performance wasn’t too long and he soon departed from the stage, collecting his money. A double act followed, two guys making out and pretend fucking on stage as the crowd cheered and showered them with money.
What bothered Quinn was that there was still no sign of Nate. He was starting to doubt Nate’d even come here after their argument. What if he’d changed his mind and gone back to the hotel instead? Quinn texted him, not expecting a reply, and nearly jumped off the stool when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
I’m at the club like I told you. Don't wait up, I met these guys and I’m going to another party with them. Don't know when I’ll come back to the hotel.
Hell no!
Quinn jumped off the stool determined to find Nate before he followed people he didn't know to some party god knew where.
Luckily, after the double act had come on stage – literally – and departed, the guy that gave them the fucking flyer came out. Quinn was fairly certain he’d find Nate somewhere close to the stage.
Quinn's heart dropped when he saw Nate. He was standing next to the stage, two men on either side of him. They both had their arms around Nate, one of them kissing his neck and the other whispering something in his ear. Nate didn’t seem to mind if his relaxed posture was any indication.
Anger and jealousy overwhelmed any rational thought as Quinn barrelled towards them, earning a few disgruntled shouts from people he pushed out of his way. When he reached the trio, he grabbed one of the men and pulled him away from Nate. The guy stumbled backwards, only the crowd of bodies around them saving him from falling on his ass.
“What the fuck is your problem?” The other guy yelled, but seeing the rage in Quinn's eyes took a hasty step back from Nate.
Before Nate could react, Quinn grabbed him by the forearm and dragged him towards the exit.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Nate shouted, trying to loosen Quinn's hold on his arm. “Let me go, asshole.”
“Not a chance,” Quinn said without looking at him or slowing his pace. He was so fucking angry he’d throw Nate over his shoulder if he had to, but they were leaving this place.
Even though Quinn was taller and stronger, he was losing his hold on Nate as he struggled against him, fighting him every step of the way. There was no chance they’d get to the exit on the other side of the bar before Quinn was forced to let him go.
The glowing sign of the back exit caught Quinn's eye and he headed towards it. Thankfully, it was a few yards away and Quinn managed to open the door, push Nate out in front of him and slam the door after them.
The moment they stepped outside, Nate shouted, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” The street was quiet, a lonely street lamp at the far end the only source of light. It was enough to see Nate’s fuming expression though.
“I’m someone who cares about you, you prick! How could you let two men you don’t know talk you into going fuck knows where? Especially when you’re not entirely sober?” Nate swayed on his feet a little but got a hold of himself, taking the distance between them and slamming his palms into Quinn's chest. Quinn staggered back, hitting the wall behind him. Nate was in his face in a flash.
“I wasn’t going anywhere with them, you moron,” he snarled. “I only sent you that text to annoy you.”
“Annoy me?” Quinn asked in disbelieve. “Why would you want to annoy me?”
“Because you owe me!” Nate yelled, and then his mouth was
Quinn shook his head. He didn't want to be a stuck up prude, even in his own head, but he found absolutely nothing sexy about a guy being groped and ogled by a hundred people. Mercifully, the guy’s performance wasn’t too long and he soon departed from the stage, collecting his money. A double act followed, two guys making out and pretend fucking on stage as the crowd cheered and showered them with money.
What bothered Quinn was that there was still no sign of Nate. He was starting to doubt Nate’d even come here after their argument. What if he’d changed his mind and gone back to the hotel instead? Quinn texted him, not expecting a reply, and nearly jumped off the stool when his phone vibrated in his pocket.
I’m at the club like I told you. Don't wait up, I met these guys and I’m going to another party with them. Don't know when I’ll come back to the hotel.
Hell no!
Quinn jumped off the stool determined to find Nate before he followed people he didn't know to some party god knew where.
Luckily, after the double act had come on stage – literally – and departed, the guy that gave them the fucking flyer came out. Quinn was fairly certain he’d find Nate somewhere close to the stage.
Quinn's heart dropped when he saw Nate. He was standing next to the stage, two men on either side of him. They both had their arms around Nate, one of them kissing his neck and the other whispering something in his ear. Nate didn’t seem to mind if his relaxed posture was any indication.
Anger and jealousy overwhelmed any rational thought as Quinn barrelled towards them, earning a few disgruntled shouts from people he pushed out of his way. When he reached the trio, he grabbed one of the men and pulled him away from Nate. The guy stumbled backwards, only the crowd of bodies around them saving him from falling on his ass.
“What the fuck is your problem?” The other guy yelled, but seeing the rage in Quinn's eyes took a hasty step back from Nate.
Before Nate could react, Quinn grabbed him by the forearm and dragged him towards the exit.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Nate shouted, trying to loosen Quinn's hold on his arm. “Let me go, asshole.”
“Not a chance,” Quinn said without looking at him or slowing his pace. He was so fucking angry he’d throw Nate over his shoulder if he had to, but they were leaving this place.
Even though Quinn was taller and stronger, he was losing his hold on Nate as he struggled against him, fighting him every step of the way. There was no chance they’d get to the exit on the other side of the bar before Quinn was forced to let him go.
The glowing sign of the back exit caught Quinn's eye and he headed towards it. Thankfully, it was a few yards away and Quinn managed to open the door, push Nate out in front of him and slam the door after them.
The moment they stepped outside, Nate shouted, “Who the fuck do you think you are?” The street was quiet, a lonely street lamp at the far end the only source of light. It was enough to see Nate’s fuming expression though.
“I’m someone who cares about you, you prick! How could you let two men you don’t know talk you into going fuck knows where? Especially when you’re not entirely sober?” Nate swayed on his feet a little but got a hold of himself, taking the distance between them and slamming his palms into Quinn's chest. Quinn staggered back, hitting the wall behind him. Nate was in his face in a flash.
“I wasn’t going anywhere with them, you moron,” he snarled. “I only sent you that text to annoy you.”
“Annoy me?” Quinn asked in disbelieve. “Why would you want to annoy me?”
“Because you owe me!” Nate yelled, and then his mouth was
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