They spent the next hour mingling with other guests and enjoying each other’s company. Every time West had a chance, he made sure to bump against Shaun, keeping the man concentrated on the different sensations his body was receiving. West wasn’t surprised to find out Shaun was an up-and-coming architect with his own firm. He laughed at the stories of Jim and Shaun falling asleep multiple times on the studio floor when getting their presentations and assignments ready. West could see how much his boy cared for his best friend, but he was happy things didn’t work between them because now Shaun was his.
“Time to dance, boy. And make it good; you’re leading.”
Most people ignored them as they joined the other couples on the dance floor. One or two did a double take or left as they embraced, but West really didn’t care; he was ready to be pressed against his boy’s strong body. As the music lulled them, West leaned closer to Shaun, feeling his boy’s restrained erection hard and warm against him.
“I wish you could take that suit off so I could feel your skin as we dance,” West murmured.
“Maybe we can dance again later,” Shaun said.
“We’ll see. I’m trying to be a gentleman tonight.”
Shaun’s lips so close to his ear were making it difficult for West not to leave immediately so he could enjoy the private dance his boy suggested. A soft groan reached West when he pushed a leg forward, grazing Shaun’s sac. This was exactly what he had been looking for, and he knew they had clicked since they met the night before. The connection between them was real, and West would do anything to feed it.
“Want to see my old bedroom?” West asked.
West laughed at his boy’s confusion. Holding his hand, West almost dragged Shaun away from the dance floor. His boy followed without asking any questions, but they were stopped at the bottom of the main staircase.