Aiden slips his thigh between Blake’s, wrapping his arms around his neck. The alcohol is definitely kicking in now, a slow burn that he can feel all the way through his fingertips.
Blake wraps an arm around Aiden’s waist, moving in time with the music. This is something that Aiden used to do a lot, too, clubbing and dancing. He’s forgotten how much he’s missed this, missed the way another body sways with his, the shuffle of feet bumping into each other.
Blake’s free hand grazes along Aiden’s arm, and up to his neck, his thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. His hair is damp with sweat, eyes hooded, and pooling with obvious desire. Aiden drags his tongue over his bottom lip, his dick delighting in the way Blake watches him intently.
Blake’s mouth is hot against Aiden’s ear when speaking to him over the DJ announcement about the New Years countdown happening in one minute. “You know, the hardest part with coming to events like this is finding someone to kiss in the new year with.”
Aiden’s face heats up, and he tells himself it’s from the sweaty bodies, and the little bit of booze he’s had in his system. He closes his eyes and pulls Blake closer, and says, “Well if you’re looking for options...I volunteer.”
The countdown has already begun, everyone screaming each second as the new year draws closer. Blake brushes his lips along Aiden’s chin, a flick of the tongue touching Aiden’s already hot skin. Aiden’s eyes flutter closed, and he bites his lower lip to stave off the moan that’s threatening to spill out from his mouth.
Their lips slot together just as everyone screams, “Auld Lang Syne” blasting from the speakers. Aiden is pretty sure confetti has spilled from the rafters, but the thought goes out the window when Blake’s hand curls over the nape of Aiden’s neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Blake’s slow and careful, but he does it with ease, not any nervousness, and that sends a thrill trembling through Aiden’s body, straight to his dick.
They continue kissing, even as the music starts up again. Aiden really doesn’t want this to stop. He could get lost in this moment forever, the way that Blake’s tongue grazes over his, the way Blake’s hand is a hot brand on his skin.
He can feel rather than hear Blake groan against his neck as he starts nipping at the sensitive skin there with his teeth. Aiden gasps in surprise, doesn’t bother to suppress the moan then, tilting his hips up for more friction.
Blake wraps his arms around Aiden’s waist, licking against the wet skin he’s just been biting at. When he pulls back, his hair is wild and his eyes are heated.
“Wanna get out of here?”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing.”
This time Blake isn’t as careful about who he bumps into, desperation evident in the pace of his gait, the way he squeezes onto Aiden’s hand. When they make it outside, Aiden hisses at the shock of the chill, reaching for his phone to figure out how to get an Uber.
“It’s going to be a nightmare to get out of here,” he mutters, mostly to himself. Then it dawns on him that they’ve not discussed where they’ll be going. His apartment is admittedly a mess, and while his roommate is hardly ever home, who the fuck knows what is going to be there. He doesn’t want to sound like a loser who asks the other person to go to their place but—
“The hotel I’m staying at isn’t far from here and it provided transportation,” Blake says, tilting his head towards a line of queuing limos.
Aiden holds back a sigh of relief.
It doesn’t occur to Aiden that they’re actually taking a limo to a hotel until they’re actually in the stretched-out back, a privacy window sliding up with a bored driver waiting for instructions. Blake rattles off the name of a hotel, an Aiden does a mental check to figure out if it’s what he thinks it is.
Which is a super swanky hotel, is what.
“What the hell do you—ah, yes—do?” Aiden asks. He’s a bit breathless, because after the window clicked shut, Blake was on him immediately, pushing him down onto the leather seat, grinding his hips into Aiden, and driving him fucking wild.
“I work with high-end entertainment clients,” Blake replies, his tone too smooth for someone literally dry humping another person. Aiden can feel his hard-on, and every time he does a swivel with his hips it makes Aiden light the fuck up. “It’s really a thankless job. Shall we keep talking shop, or can I kiss you now?”
“Kiss,” Aiden demands, ragged and needy. He lifts his head up to meet Blake halfway, their mouths smashing together in desperation. It’s sloppy and searing, and Aiden wants to chase that taste that sends him shivering all over, that makes him nearly come in his pants like a teenager.
The limo stops, braking harder than it probably should, sending Aiden and Blake rolling onto the carpet. Aiden tucks his face into Blake’s neck, shaking with laughter when someone opens the door at the hotel to greet them.
Blake shifts above him, and greets the valet, a laugh on the precipice of his tongue.
The hotel is beautiful, but Aiden barely gets a chance to soak in any of the design, bright lights, and gorgeous chandeliers, because Blake is pulling on his arm and shoving him into the elevator so that he can continue the kiss that started in the car. Aiden starts unbuttoning more of Blake’s shirt, desperate to touch his skin, to be able to taste and bite at that collarbone. He’s hungry for it, and he wants it now.
“Oh fuck yes,” Blake hisses, when Aiden begins palming his dick, tilting his hips into Aiden’s fist. He grips at Aiden’s hair, tugging on it a little and when Aiden lets out a moan that’s borderline embarrassing, he gets a glimpse of the savage grin that tilts onto Blake’s lips.
“Oh you like that, don’t you?”
“There’s very little I don’t like, and if I am not into it,” Aiden begins sucking on Blake’s collarbone, earning a happy sigh. “I’m definitely not afraid to let you know.”
The elevator dings, doors opening to a long empty hall. Blake curls a hand around Aiden’s wrist and tilts his head in the direction of his room. His shirt is wrinkled, and Aiden catches the bruise he sucked onto Blake’s collarbone, and internally he loves it. He didn’t mean to leave a mark, but it looks good on Blake, with his messy hair and his eyes hazy with lust.
Blake searches in his pocket for the key card, sliding it into the door. He glances over his shoulder and raises his eyebrows, that familiar flirtatious smile curling on his mouth.
The hotel room isn’t just a room, it’s a goddamn suite. Huge and luxurious, adorned in expensive furniture, equipped with a large flat screen TV on the opposite wall. The balcony stretches the length of the seating area, large windows that reach from floor to ceiling. Everything glitters, like it’s made from gold.
“Holy shit,” Aiden breathes, feeling an uncomfortable swoop in his stomach. Did he just end up signing up for a fling with a billionaire?
A low chuckle pulls Aiden out of his astonishment. “Trust me,” Blake says, coming up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and mouthing along his neck. “I am not loaded. This is the company trying to show off.”
Aiden tilts his neck to allow Blake more access, reaching behind and carding a hand through his hair. “That’s too bad. I was hoping for a personal helicopter flight.”