Trent Carson was wrapped around Hudson from behind, his front plastered to Hudson's back as Trent all but dry-humped Hudson on the dance floor. Hudson had his fingers in Trent's hair, his free hand over Trent's where it rested on Hudson's inner thigh. It was provocative, sinful, and boiled Seb's blood. Not because Hudson was dancing like that with another guy--though he wasn't over the moon about that either--but because Hudson was looking at Seb while he was doing it. Son of a bitch. Keeping an eye on Hudson was going to be the death of him. Mostly because he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off Hudson.
"Christ, man. Just watching you watching him is fucking torture. Why do you do this to yourself? I would have hightailed it outta here years ago. Transferred out of state or something."
"Yeah, 'cause you did such a bang-up job staying away from Cael." Seb met Hudson's blue gaze, the slow smirk all the confirmation Seb needed. Hudson knew exactly what he was doing. Well, this was a new development.
"Completely different. I was the dick screwing things up. He was waiting for me. Hudson's told you time and time again that it's not happening."
Seb couldn't tear his gaze away from Hudson, or the way he moved his lean, sculpted body against Trent's. "So what you're saying is I should abandon my team, my family, my life, and then what? Start over?"
"I'm saying you can't keep doing this to yourself."
"On that we agree," Dom muttered.
Right now he wasn't doing anything to himself. Hudson was the one baiting him, and he didn't appreciate it. Had it been anyone else, he might have given them a pass, but no one knew him like Hudson, and right now his ex-lover was using that knowledge to light a fire under his tail. What reaction was Hudson hoping for?
"Excuse me." Seb stood, and Dom's iron grip on his wrist made him pause.
"Come on, Seb. Just leave it."
Seb turned to meet Dom's hazel eyes, and the concern he found there. "You see what he's doing, right?"
"Yeah, and it's fucked-up, but you gotta keep your shit together. Not here. Not now."
Ash nodded, his expression stern. "It's Sloane's engagement party, man."
His friends were right. He let out a heavy sigh. This was a happy occasion. It would be shitty of him to drag his friends into his drama and ruin their evening.
"I won't let it get out of hand. I promise."
After some hesitation, Dom nodded and released him. "I'm here if you need me, okay?"
Seb patted Dom's shoulder before he made his way over to the crowded dance floor. He stopped in front of Hudson, his voice just loud enough for Hudson to hear.
"I need to talk to you. In private."
"Perhaps later, Sebastian," Hudson cooed, his head falling back against Trent's shoulder.
"Now," Seb demanded, grabbing hold of Hudson's wrist and jerking him away from Trent, who took hold of Hudson's arm.
"Hey, what--"
"Back the fuck off," Seb snarled, putting his hand to Trent's chest, stopping him in his tracks. "This is your only warning." Trent peered at Seb, his jaw muscles working. He released Hudson but didn't move away.
Hudson chuckled. "Well, this is a bit of a pickle, isn't it?" He put a hand to Seb's chest. "Trent, you know Sebastian. He's my old mate. I'm sure you've heard all about him. He's something, isn't he? So strong. The boys love him. Like a moth to a flame. Can you blame them? Look at him. Sebastian, I believe you know Trent." Hudson moved his hand to Trent's jaw. "He's a very good dancer, and I suspect he's very good at other things. We were getting to know each other."
Christ almighty. Really?
"That's enough." Seb dragged Hudson along with him, ignoring his protests and his attempt to get out of Seb's grip. The music was loud, and with so many people crushed together on the dance floor, no one paid them any attention. Their friends were too far away to know what was going on. Thankfully Trent didn't follow Seb as he pushed Hudson through the door leading to the back of the club. Seb brought Hudson up against the wall, crowding him so he couldn't walk away.
"What are you doing?"
Hudson pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his eyes slightly wide. He poked his tongue out to lick his bottom lip.
Christ, how could one man have such an effect on him? Seb put a hand to his heart, the other against the wall to the side of Hudson's head. "You're killing me here, Lobito."
"Don't call me that."
"No."