Chapter 101 101
Chapter 101 101
Glancing over Jay’s shoulder, he was right. those eyes are definitely on him. the guy is pretty, objectively.
His hair is kind of long too. Similar to Dylan’s but not the same. it’s all pin straight and a soft shade of auburn.
He’s thin where it counts and the cropped t-shirt he’s wearing barely comes down over his chest.
“Jay..”
“yeah?”
“Why is your guys’ other friend staring at me?” Jay looks over to their section and his eyes roll.
“That's not our friend, that is Clark’s friend’s brother.”
“oh…okay.” Dylan is uncomfortable but trying not to show it. he’s slightly buzzed and the song is good and dancing crazily is fun.
Jay’s eyes though keep falling onto their section, cursing softly, “might as well just say it because he’s being way too fucking obvious.”
"obvious about?" Jay smiles softly, "babe...there's no easy way to say this. but people want your man. and that's one of them. He's been trying to get with Andre since Andre was seriously with James like two years ago”
"oh" Dylan laughs, head falling into Hoseok's shoulder.
"I mean, I guess kudos for the persistence."
"Sorry, I did not invite him. Clearly the word has spread about Andre being locked down and Clark must've mentioned who you are when they got here.”
“I'm not bothered by it, but the death glare is a bit much..” Dylan looks up and sees that the guy is distracted now.
it does make his brain work overtime though. comparing himselfnwhen he shouldn’t.
There is no point in comparing.
He's done this thing before.
He won't let himself go there again. But it's a lot easier to convince himself of things when he’s sober. Bryan and some others come down to join them so Dylan manages to forget.
He’s having fun and when he goes home Andre will be there.
After the room starts spinning a bit Dylan seeks refuge in their empty table. flopping across the booth and trying desperately to focus his vision so he can grab the water.
Jay said there was water, one of these is water. He just doesn’t know which one.
He’s giggling to himself when he sees someone sit across from him.
“hi”
“hello” Dylan thinks he found the water but one sip proves that it definitely wasn’t.
“you okay?”
“mhm.”
“you sure?”
“mhm.”
“I’m Evan.”
“Dylan.” The guy laughs and Dylan’s vision finally focuses properly.
1\. it’s that guy. the guy that wants his guy.
Dylan crosses his legs and digs out his phone.
He doesn’t want to socialize.
“Want some water? you seem like you’re struggling.”
“I am struggling just fine, thank you very much.”
Evan stands up and nods to himself, “okay, whatever” Dylan finishes the text he types and smiles to himself.
He showed that guy.
A few minutes later, the guy.
That guy damn Evan with his stupid shirt and long hair is back with a sealed water bottle in hand.
“Coming from experience, Andre doesn’t like sloppy drunks. Consider it a favor.”
“yeah well coming from personal experience, Andre loves when I'm sloppy. really gets him going.” the guy laughs. loud and obnoxious as he sinks into the seat, “this isn’t new information to me.”
Evan sips on the drink in his hand as he sighs, “that soft dom thing he’s got going in is really sexy, huh?” that little confidence Dylan managed to convince himself he had falters too quickly.
all of the alcohol feels like it’s going to come up at once.
And it must be obvious because Evan smirks.
Dylan hates letting this guy feel like he won especially because Jay already told him this guy just wants Andre.
He’s never had him. ever. but Dylan has. Dylan does, currently.
Andre is his.
So Dylan sits up straighter and smiles softly, “are you local?”
"I am. not for long though, going to school in new york” you’ve got to be fucking kidding him.
“let me guess, the same university as Andre?” his brow raises as he smirks “and myself.”
This little pissing contest he’s found himself in is annoying.
Dylan isn’t in a competition with fucking anyone. Surely not over Andre.
He's about to say exactly what’s on his mind, because fuck this and fuck that guy and he is not having his fun night out ruined!
But then he feels a gentle hand around his throat and his head falls back instantly to be met with undoubtedly the hottest kiss Andre has ever given Dylan.
Upside down, it has him feeling more buzzed than all of the alcohol this place has to offer. Andre’s voice is low and raspy against his ear, “hope I'm not interrupting something, baby.”
“course not” Dylan is breathless and relieved and vibrating when he smiles. standing up to hug Andre “what are you doing here?”
“uh…you texted and demanded I come.”Dylan’s face is on fire. that is what he said….but that’s not what he meant. but now he’s too embarrassed to clarify. and he’s too happy with knowing that whatever contest he was in the middle of? he just fucking won. He kisses Andre softly, "I might’ve drank a lot”
“i can see that” Andre looks up from Dylan to that guy and it makes his heart twinge desperate to get his boyfriend’s attention back when Andre clears his throat, “are you not going to introduce me to your new friend?”
what??
WHAT!
Dylan cackles.
He feels like an evil villain the way he tries to hide it in Andre’s neck.
Oh god , this guy doesn’t even know Andre and yet he managed to get under Dylan’s skin so well.
it’d be embarrassing if he couldn’t tell how embarrassed
Evan is instead.
“oh, Andre this is Evan. I think he’s a friend of someone Clark knows?” Dylan bats his lashes prettily, trying not to appear as snarky as he feels.
“Evan, this is my boyfriend Andre, but you knew that already.”
He nods politely, walking away quickly. Leaving Andre to face Dylan with suspicion on his face, “what the hell was that about?” “oh nothing, just that guy being into you and trying to convince me you’d be disappointed in a sloppy drunk”
Andre’s face softens. Palm holding Dylan’s cheek and he will absolutely blame the alcohol for the way he nuzzles into it easily, "Is that why you asked me to come? baby, you can’t let people get in your head. you can get as drunk as you want as long as you end up at home.”
Dylan ensures no one is around them as he leans into Andre’s ear with a giggle, “there might’ve been a typo….i didn’t mean for you to come here…. i meant um …when I get home, I wanted you to wait to—“
“oh my god” Andre groans. “okay well as drunk as you are whatever you intended to say in that text will be saved for tomorrow” Dylan pouts and stomps but Andre’s glare makes him stop immediately, “do you want me to leave, so you can get back to your night?”
“no! you’re already here!”
Jay and Bryan are throwing arms around Andre seconds later.
It makes Dylan smile seeing the way his boyfriend pretends to be annoyed while holding up his stumbling friends, “why are you two letting someone fuck with Dylan’s head, huh?” oops.
“we’re not!” Jay whines. Bryan however glares, “If you didn't have NDAs under lock and key none of this would’ve happened!” Andre looks at Dylan, completely confused and it’s all he can do to shrug, grab another drink from the tray that passes by and enjoy the show.
A song that Dylan really really likes starts playing and Jay drags him back out to dance immediately.
if he was tipsy earlier? he is absolutely wasted by this point. but Andre seemed content having his little discussion with Bryan about personal boundaries and lies
so he didn’t mind being swept away lost in the song and laughing as he and Jay send mocking glances at Bryan who is being scolded. but Evan approaching and sitting near Andre makes him scowl instantly.