“I thought you would’ve had better taste, but…” Slade shrugged, and Viper threw a handful of popcorn his way. “What? You’re a temperamental fuckhead on a good day.”
“Fuck you too,” Viper growled, and Slade grinned, looking back my way.
“He means that in a loving way, honest.” When Slade faced the screen again, he cursed. “How many times does he lose his damn shirt?”
“Why do you think I chose this one?” Killian said. “Ace Locke naked for the majority of the movie? Duh. A fuckin’ no-brainer.”
Slade cocked his head to the side. “He is pretty hot for a guy, I guess.”
“Swear to God we’re gonna catch you in a gay bar one of these days. You download Grindr yet?” Viper said.
Slade’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?”
“Why don’t you download it and find out?” Viper smirked, and then Jagger yelled out, “Drink!”
Once we’d all taken another sip, Jagger pointed at Slade. “You’re my wingman. Don’t you dare download that shit.”
Slade shrugged and dug back into his popcorn, and a few seconds later, with all attention back on the movie, Viper’s hand made its way to my thigh.
I raised my eyebrow, and when he looked my way, he moved his hand higher, inches away from my cock. I grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any farther and shot him a look. It was one thing for the guys to know about us; it was another thing for them to turn around and see it.
But Viper didn’t move his hand, keeping it right where he wanted it, squeezing me there every so often to remind me he was there—as if I could ever forget.
The movie played on, and the more I drank and the more the liquor hummed through my veins, the more my inhibitions began to fall away, and soon it wasn’t Viper who inched his fingers up my thigh. I slid my hand down to cover his, and then, feeling brave and really fucking horny, I dragged our hands up to cover my coming-to-attention dick.
His large palm cupped me, pressing down and stroking the length, and it was all I could do not to moan at how damn good it felt. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention back to us, though, so I bit down on my lip and reclined my seat a little so that Viper could have more access.
Our gazes were locked, a sly grin on Viper’s lips, and then he mouthed, “Fuckin’ trouble.” But instead of pulling away, he quietly resituated himself in his seat, closer to me, and the pressure of his hand increased.
When he returned his attention to the movie, I forced myself to do the same, rocking ever so slightly into his palm.
Thank God for loud action scenes.
Twelve
Viper
NEVER HAD A two-hour movie taken so long to be over, and that by no means was a dig at Ace Locke, whom I usually enjoyed staring at for a hundred and twenty minutes. But with the alcohol buzzing through me, and Halo’s hard cock filling my palm, I wasn’t in the mood to sit still and watch a movie I’d seen countless times before. I was in the mood to strip the angel beside me and—
“Drink up, suckers,” Jagger shouted. “Okay, how many times does he need to tell people who he is? I mean, isn’t he a badass detective? How come no one’s ever heard of him?”
“It’s for emphasis, moron,” Slade said, then took a gulp of his drink. “Dramatic effect and all that.”
As Jagger and Slade bitched back and forth, I raised my cup and swallowed the fiery mix I was getting to the end of, and as it warmed a path down my throat, I was aware that that wasn’t the only thing making me hot.
Around twenty minutes until the end of the movie, Halo had gone from watching what was on the screen to flat-out watching me, and the heat from his intense focus was making it close to impossible not to lean over and attack those delicious lips of his. I could feel his cock throbbing beneath my palm, and every now and then he’d thrust up against my hand, wanting more attention.
“Viper…?” At the whisper by my ear, I turned and allowed my eyes to once again find his, and Jesus. It was going to be an exercise in restraint to last until the end of this movie before taking this any further.
“Yeah, Angel?” I said, making sure to keep my voice low, not wanting to draw anyone’s attention our way. I could tell the angel had had a moment of reflection earlier when the guys were ribbing us about being together, and while I didn’t give a fuck, this was new for him, and I wasn’t about to scare him off by expecting some heavy-duty PDA. That didn’t mean I was stupid, though, and if he wanted to take this further, then I wasn’t about to stop him.