Scum (Wrong Side of the Tracks 1) - Page 3
And tonight he wanted Rosen under him.
“I can’t. Sorry,” Rosen whispered and stepped back with his hand still extended for the drugs. “I need to get back, or I’ll get in trouble.”
Little did he know, trouble was right in front of him.
“I don’t bite,” Shane said but discreetly handed over the pills, making sure to touch the hot skin of Rosen’s palm. The poor young buck shivered, biting his lip to keep in a whimper. “Unless you want me to.”
Rosen hid the drugs somewhere in the shadows of his cloak, but his naked chest rose and fell ever faster. Even his nipples stiffened, beckoning Shane in for bites. “I’m sure we’ll meet in dreams tonight,” he whispered and when he twirled away, his cloak swooshed in front of Shane, spreading more of that intoxicating scent in the air.
Despite the flirting, the way Rosen darted away suggested this was flight rather than an invitation. But was he running from Shane, or his own desire?
Shane would soon find out, because he’d already decided against calling the cops on Rosen and his frat boy friends.
Oh no, Shane had a whole new idea on how to ruin Rosen Beck, and he’d have fun doing it.
Chapter 2 – Ros
Ros’s heart rattled, and he was glad the mask hid his burning face. Dealing drugs was such a minor misdeed in comparison to what he’d just done.
He’d kissed a man.
He’d completely lost his mind and kissed a man. Out in the open, where anyone could have seen them. And since when were drug dealers that hot anyway?
The guy was tall, with broad shoulders and the smile of a rogue about to snatch away someone’s bride. He didn’t care what others thought, and despite it being Halloween, he wore a simple denim jacket with a fur collar, and distressed motorcycle boots. His hair was very short, which wasn’t Ros’s usual preference, but it somehow worked with that devilishly handsome face.
No wonder his presence scrambled Ros’s brain.
Music hit his ears once he walked back inside, but it remained only a buzz, as if talking to the man outside had sent him so high into the air, at such a rapid speed that his ears were blocked.
The hall and the double stairs at its back were crawling with people, but with the red lightbulbs casting a dusky glow instead of the usual bright light, he couldn’t see anyone’s faces as he stormed through the interior, stepping over broken glass and toward the stairs that promised the solitude of his room.
He sped up when a human-shaped tower of baby pink floated toward him, but once a glittery cape with a rainbow pattern blocked his way, he capitulated and looked up, increasingly agitated. Pete’s pupils were already massive behind the pink Batman mask, which for some reason also had blush applied, though the lipstick he’d been wearing before had been already wiped away by some helpful mouth.
“Do you have my treats?” he demanded with a wide smile and presented his chest, which featured two nipples asymmetrically glued onto the foam armor. Pete had been very vocal about being gay Batman for Halloween, and he’d fulfilled his promise, though rather than being super edgy, he came off as super annoying.
“Talk to Brad, as alw—”
A massive chest marked by the Superman logo slid in front of Ros so fast it felt like confrontation. All was lost. He’d kissed a man in public, people had seen him, and there was no way the news wouldn’t reach his dad’s ears. But when Superman showed him his palm, Rosen was so baffled by the neutrality of the gesture that he shook it.
“What are you doing?” Superman yelled to be heard over the loud rap music. In the frat president, Brad’s, voice.
“Wait. What?” Ros was confused by the other guy’s behavior, yet his mind still lingered on the way the stranger’s hot fingers had tickled his wrist.
Brad rubbed his chin, wiping away the eyeshadow used to create the illusion of a cleft on his chin. “The treats, man. Hand them over.”
“Ah, yes.” Ros cleared his throat, but before he could have passed Brad the pumpkin-print bag he’d packed the pills into, Pete grabbed his face and made a duck face, leaning frighteningly close.
“Come on. A little freebie for old times’ sake, my Batwoman?”
“Christ, Pete. You’re getting far too much into that persona,” Brad scowled and pressed something into Gay Batman’s hand. The moment the pills were in Pete’s possession, he lost all interest in Ros, spinning away to follow a chick in a witch costume. But Rosen couldn’t exhale with relief yet.
Brad relaxed and leaned against the railing of the stairs. “Pulling a lot of girls in that?” he asked, eying Ros from top to bottom. It didn’t sound mean or suspicious, just inquisitive.
Ros was pretty sure there was an ongoing bet over whether he was gay or not, but he’d managed to keep his frat brothers confused by being the arty guy. And women did in fact drift to him often, so his sort-of-friends were happy enough that he drew them in.
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