11. Elton

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Elton

Working at a nightclub is kind of cool.

I sit in one of the booths by the corner of the club, looking at the papers in front of me as Cassius’s set blares in the background. Even on a Monday night, the crowd is wild. Apparently, Cassius plays his own remixes on the first day of the week, and he draws in his own crowd of followers from across all his social media platforms. I’ll admit, the music isn’t much to my taste, but everyone else seems to be enjoying it.

I could use one of the empty offices Davis has, but he also said I could work wherever I wanted. While I’d probably be able to concentrate better behind a closed door with barely-there muffled music and better lighting, I like being where all the action is. Well, and I don’t think I’d ever be able to fully concentrate in the office where Knox let me fuck him and changed my life.

Okay, it changing my life is a bit of a stretch, but it was amazing. It’s only been a day, and I want to do it again, all the time. Maybe it wasn’t the smoothest thing to thank him for my confirmed bi-awakening while I was still inside of him, but I couldn’t help myself. Either way, we’re just fuck buddies, so there’s no reason for me to be embarrassed about it.

I look over at my phone, frowning at the black screen, and wondering why he hasn’t texted me back. I know that he probably has to take some time and recover before I can fuck him again, but there are so many other things we could do together. I’ve been reading up on the topic, and since Knox has foreskin, apparently “docking” is a thing. It sounds kind of unusual, I won’t lie, but shit, I want to try it. I’d even let him fuck me.

Well, I think I would. I’m totally about experiencing it, even if I do get little nervous flutters at the thought.

I shake my head and try to banish away thoughts on how hot Knox Sanders is in favor of concentrating on my work. Davis said that this internship could potentially turn into a full-time gig if I do well, and I’d love to work here after hearing how much my starting salary would be. But at the rate I’m going, that may just be a dream.

Because I don’t fucking get it. I keep looking at the spreadsheet I asked Skylar for—just the club’s recent numbers on alcohol sales and door fees—and it doesn’t make any sense. How do you sell more alcohol on a night when you have less people?

“You look like you could use a drink, Elty.”

Skylar plops down in the booth next to me, an unusually orange drink in his hand. I stare at it warily, now entirely suspicious of the drinks he concocts. “What is it?”

“I call it, The Flip Fuck.” He places it on the table in front of us with ta-dah hands. “Wanna try it?”

I smile warmly, patting his shoulder as I shake my head. “No thanks, man. I’m working right now, and while it looks…” terrifying, strange, like it’ll give me alcohol poisoning “...Interesting, I think I’ll pass.”

He shrugs. “Suit yourself.”

“Hey,” I start before he can leave, pointing at the spreadsheet. “Are you sure you gave me the right reports?”

He places a manicured finger on his chin as he thinks. “Um, I think so? I’m not really too much help with all this stuff. Rhys could tell you more, but he’s off tonight. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, man,” I say, waving away his concern. “I’m sure I’m not reading it right.”

“So, what do you think of Cass’s set?” he asks, sitting on his knees as he points at the stage, where his best friend is currently rocking out. “Isn’t he just the best?”

“It’s very good,” I lie smoothly. “Hey, how’s the search for the new bartender?”

He groans dramatically, flopping back onto the couch and throwing his arm over his face. “Ugh! Why is it so hard to find somebody?”

“You mean they haven’t been doing a good job?”

“Oh, no, they’re all excellent workers. They’re just not family material,” he explains, as if that’s a good reason to be denying applicants. “If it were up to Davis, he’d pick the first person who knew how to make a martini. He has questionable taste in his hires.” He narrows his eyes at something in the distance. “Speak of the Devil.”

I turn to see what he’s looking at and spot Knox working his way through the crowd and heading to the staircase. Fuck, he’s so hot. Tattoos had never been a thing for me, but I’m mesmerized by the way the black and green vines wrap around his throat, and how much stronger his hands look covered in dark ink. And his piercings—don’t even get me started on them. It looks like he’d have a tough time getting through a metal detector, but I’ve felt his lip ring as he’s kissed me, and the bar in his tongue as he’s sucked my dick, and it makes simply looking at him erotic.

“What’s your deal with Knox anyways?” I ask Skylar, mostly so I don’t do something stupid and super clingy like follow the brooding bastard upstairs.

With a pout, he crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t like mean people, and he’s not very nice.”

“He’s…” I trail off, because he’s a hundred percent right. Knox is mean. He’s not even endearingly grumpy like Rhys. He’s just a plain asshole.

But then why do I want to drench him in chocolate syrup and lick every inch of him until he purrs?

“I have to get back to work, but good luck with these,” Skylar says, giving me a quick side-hug as he stands. “Oh, and try The Flip Fuck, please? I’m sure it’ll change your life.”

I nod, feeling a bit like a dick now that I refused to try it earlier. Bringing it up to my nose, I take a whiff, wincing when I’m hit with some very strong notes of orange and… Am I smelling peppermint? For Skylar, I plug my nose and say fuck it, downing the sucker in one go.

Welp, that was a mistake.

Twenty minutes later, and there’s absolutely no way I’m getting any work done. I’m not necessarily drunk, either. Just…tingly. Super hyper. Feeling like I could scale the side of the Empire State Building naked.

So I have another.

Then another.

And maybe just one more…

The Flip Fuck is a drink that’s not going on my nightly rotation, because it makes me do a ton of mindless things, like accidentally walk into the women’s restroom instead of the men’s. Then there are the stupid things, like jumping onto the bartop and dancing to the beat of an eighties pop hit that I specifically requested from Cassius. On top of that, I’m almost sure I tell Butch how pretty I think he is as he carries my ass out of the club after I ended up puking in one of the decorative plants because, in my words, it “looked like it needed some Elty loving.”

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Butch says, pinching his nose as he catches a whiff of me. “How many drinks did you have?”

“Three!” I say as I hold up four fingers.

“Right,” he mutters, then props me up against the wall outside of the club. “I’ll be at the door, but stay here and try to let the humidity clear your head, yeah? Oh, and don’t run into traffic.”

I wrinkle my nose as I scratch my chest. Why am I so itchy? “What?”

His eyes widen, and he curses under his breath. “Fucking Skylar.”

“I’ve got him, Butch.” Both of us turn to see Knox walking out of the club, annoyed amusement on his face as he takes me in. “What did you do, Elton?”

“I did nothing!” I complain, smacking him in the face by accident as I try to wave my hands in the air. “Oh, oops! Is your piercing okay? Fuck, please let it be okay. It’s so sexy, Knox. Can I lick it better?”

Butch narrows his eyes at Knox. “What did you do?”

“Why do you assume I did something?” Knox barks defensively. When he crosses his tattooed arms over his chest, I drool as they flex. “He’s the one who got drunk off his ass.”

I whine. “Hey!”

“You’re always causing trouble, Knox,” Butch snarls, pinching the bridge of his nose. He pulls a few bills out of his back pocket and shoves them in Knox’s hands. “Here. Make sure he gets home alright, or I swear I’ll?—”

Knox cuts him off with a scathing glare that does all sorts of things to my very bi dick. “I said I fucking have him, okay? You can keep your money.”

He throws the bills at Butch’s feet and takes my hand, dragging me back into the club. Excited, I start to hop. Wow, Cassius is an awesome DJ! I love his music!

“Dance with me!” I yell in Knox’s ear, trying to grab his ass.

He sidesteps me and shakes his head in frustration. “You heard the guard dog. I’m taking you home. Where are your keys?”

Taking a step away, I hold out my hands, wiggling my hips seductively as I grin. “Come and get ’em, sexy.”

He stares at me for a beat, eyes wide in shock, before he bursts out laughing. I think it’s the first time I’ve heard anything more than a dry chuckle from him, and it’s such a nice sound. His laughter comes from deep within him, nice and throaty, so carefree.

When he sees my dropped jaw, he coughs to cover up his reaction—poorly. He grits his teeth, snaking his hand into my pocket to take out my keys. When he catches sight of my pink flamingo keychain, he rolls his eyes. “The damn flamingos. Okay, let’s go.”

He doesn’t lead me to my car, however, but to his. It’s a fancy red sports car, with those space doors that open weirdly, and it smells like cinnamon when he shoves me into the passenger seat. It’s a hot car, and I let him know exactly what I think of it as soon as he steps in.

“Woah! Elton!”

I straddle him awkwardly, my head banging against the roof, but I don’t even feel the pain. Diving in, I suck his lip ring into my mouth, moaning at the metallic tang as I try to get his pants unbuttoned. “Fuck me, Knox.”

He bats my hands away. “What? No.”

“Please, please, please,” I beg, grinding down and smiling victoriously when he thickens in his pants. “Oh shit, yeah. I want that pierced cock tearing me open. Please, baby. Fuck me so good in your fancy-smelling car.”

“Are you even going to remember any of this tomorrow?” he argues, slapping his hand over my mouth when I try to kiss him again. “You’re sloppy, Elton. You’d probably pass out before I could get it in.”

I nod in a daze and reach into my slacks to wrap my hand around myself. “Fuck, Knox. Get it in.”

“No,” he barks again, pushing me back into the passenger seat. “I’m taking you home. Now, put on your fucking seatbelt.”

He’s such a buzzkill. He ignores every single one of my advances as he drives me home, even going as far as to stop me from giving him road head when we merge onto the highway. I complain the entire way, of course, because Knox is just so damn hot. I can’t keep my hands to myself, but he keeps slapping them away as he helps me out of the car and up to the penthouse.

“Fuck me.” I’m begging again, clinging onto him as the elevator dings and we arrive home. “Just bend me over the couch and pound my slutty hole.”

I hear him mutter a “Jesus fucking Christ” under his breath as he helps me up the stairs to my room. “You can’t even walk properly right now.”

Um, so not true. My feet work just fine, and to prove my point, I?—

“Oh fuck!” he shouts, scrambling to pick me up as I wipe out across my desk in my attempt to show him my best ballerina leap. “Are you trying to hurt yourself?”

“Punish me, Daddy.”

“Not my kink.”

“I wanna try everythin’ with you.” My words sound a bit slurred as he helps me undress. “Pee on me.”

He snorts, and the piercing in his lip pulls taut as he tries to fight a smile. “Again, not my kink.”

“Cover me in hot candle wax.”

“Elton.”

“Tie me to the bed and choke me on your cock.”

“I—” He shakes his head, obviously into the idea as he adjusts himself. “No. Not tonight. Tonight, you’re getting into bed and going to sleep.”

I groan, but my eyelids are sooooooo heavy, so maybe I’ll take a quick nap. “Okay, okay. Five minutes and then it’s pound town, baby.”

He rolls his eyes as he helps me into bed. “Sure thing.”

Once I’m in bed, he puts me under the covers and tucks me in, making sure every part of me is under my snuggly blanket. It’s nice, warm, and just about perfect until he makes a move toward the door. “You’re leaving? Why are you always leaving, Knox?”

His head rears back and he blinks at me. “Excuse me?”

“Stay with me.” I reach a hand out of my cocoon for him. “Come cuddle.”

“I don’t… cuddle .”

“Knox!”

“Fine!” he barks, kicking off his boots as he sits awkwardly on the bed. “Close your eyes and sleep.”

He’s too far away, so I scooch closer, resting my head on his lap as I nuzzle his crotch. “Will you be here when I wake up? It’s lonely without Everest here. I feel alone. I’m always so alone.”

He tenses underneath me, and I don’t hear what else he has to say as I fall deep into sleep within seconds.

All I know is that when I wake up, he’s gone.