Ethan denies a refill of his alcoholic drink and instead orders a bottle of water. He doesn't comment on how ridiculously expensive it is, because Ethan's not the one paying tonight, Leo is. If Ethan was paying out of his pocket, he'd have stopped at the first drink. The prices are a little scary.
"He keeps staring over here." Chris mumbles, drawing Ethan's attention back to him. He leans into the beta, his long hair swaying with the movement, as he tries to hide himself from the alpha who stares a little too much. It's uncomfortable.
"I'm gonna go dance with him." Leo smirks and finishes off the rest of the drink. He looks at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar, his short blonde hair is ruffled, his blue eyes glazed over with a light buzz. His chair scrapes back as he stands, but before he can take two steps, Ethan grabs his arm. Leo glances down at him and raises a pale eyebrow.
"You have your phone on you?" He asks. Leo's smile softens at his friend, and he nods. To prove it, he pulls his phone out from his front pocket, gives it a little wave and then puts it back. Satisfied, Ethan let's him go.
"Are you sure we should be letting him? He's had a lot of drinks." Chris frowns after him, but Leo walks a straight line down the bar, a prep in his step as the music continues to blare.
Ethan shrugs, uncaps his bottled water and takes a sip of the cooling drink. He resists the urge to press it against his forehead, where a sweat has gathered. He's only been sitting, but the heat coming off of everyone else's body makes it humid in the club. "He may be an Omega, but he can handle his liquor well. And if he needs help he'll just call."
As Ethan and Chris continue to chat at the bar, Leo sidles up to the blonde alpha who bought them drinks. His hair is short, cropped around his ears and his his nose is a little crooked.
Leo pats his shoulder, feeling out the muscles there, and tries not to sigh in disappointment. He's not muscular enough. "I was hoping you'd come over, instead of just staring at me all night long." He gives a flirty smile.
The alpha chuckles and he finishes off the rest of his drink, "I didn't want to scare you off."
"Scare me?" Leo laughs and then shakes his head. "I don't think you can." Then he grabs the man's hand and tugs at it. "Let's dance."
The blonde alpha bites his lip and follows Leo's lead to the crowded dance floor. With his back pressed against the alphas front, the two do less dancing and more grinding. The guy settles his palms on Leo's waist, guiding his hips into his front side. Leo reaches back, one arm around his neck, and the other rubbing up and down one of the alphas arms.
Leo closes his eyes as he loses himself to the music, focused on having fun rather than paying attention to his surroundings. The hair on the back of his neck bristles, goosebumps lining his skin and his eyes snap open. He scans the other dancers, but no one else is paying attention to them, everyone stuck in their own world. However the feeling of being watched doesn't ease.
When one of the alpha's hands inches away from his waist and towards the edge of his pants, Leo forgets about the eerie feeling and slaps the man's arm. His breath fans against the back of his neck as he chuckles, the sound vibrating into Leo's back.
"Why are you playing hard to get?" The alpha whispers into Leo's ear. The omega rolls his eyes, but doesn't pull away as he continues to dance with him.
"I'm not." Leo stands on his tip toes to reach the man's ear. "It's called setting boundaries. Maybe you've heard of it."
The alpha laughs again, "Okay, okay. Boundaries." He sounds like he's mocking him, but Leo tries to ignore it. It doesn't matter if he's an asshole, as long as Leo can have some fun with him. He doesn't plan on sleeping with anyone, not when Ethan came along with him. It wouldn't be fair if Leo slipped away with a one night stand when he's the one who dragged him here.
They fall back into silence, only the thumping of the music and the smell of body oder and mixed pheromones thickening the air. However, Leo can't shake this feeling that they're being watched. Frowning, he scans the other dancers but no one stands out to him. Looking further back, he searches the occupied tables and even the bar where Ethan and Chris sit, but they don't pay attention to him as they talk among themselves.
When Leo is about to give up and blame it on the alcohol, he finds him. His body shivers and his breath catches when he finds Max tucked away in a dark corner. Once more, Max is dressed casually, with a white shirt, a black jacket and jeans. His brown hair is loose around his face, and if it weren't for his dark green eyes that always seem to find themselves on Leo, he probably wouldn't have recognized him. He's leaned back in his chair, his thick legs spread wide under the table, his thumb pressing against his bottom lip. With slow and deliberate moves, he scans Leo from head to toe, and the left side of his lips raise in an irritating smirk.
Leo swallows, unable to look away from his tense gaze. Did he follow him here? Or is them being in the same place at the same time a coincidence? There's no way.
The guy he's dancing with presses harder against Leo, the hardness in his pants obvious. With his eyes locked with Max, Leo grinds back against him harder, his body taking on a sensual sway that wasn't there before. If Max is going to keep watching, then Leo might as well put on a show, right?
Seeing Leo's renewed interest, the alpha slips a finger beneath his shirt, the pad rubbing along heated skin. Though Leo doesn't pull away, he seems to have no clue who the omegas attention is actually on. He groans as Leo rubs his butt along his hard length, and his hips stutter against him.
Max watches with hooded eyes, his jaw clenches as he adjusts in his seat. His sparkling green eyes are glued to Leo's figure, the way his chest pushes forward, glued to the way his hips move. He leans forward and rests his elbows on the table, his hands clasped together with the look of a predator.
It all sends shivers down Leo's spine.