Kaleb looked over. Trent sat right next to him, and he blinked. He leaned over and poked at the man's arm lightly, snickering before he bit his lip, looking up at Trent with the same broad grin.
"You are so drunk, dude," Trent said with one of his damned dimpled grins.
For once, Kaleb didn't have the filter to stop himself from reaching up and poking his index finger into the soft cave.
"What are you doing?"
"Poking your dimple, dude. They're really deep…" Kaleb trailed off, the pad of his finger pressing against Trent's cheek as their eyes met. Kaleb blinked slowly and his head canted, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip in a quick movement that almost seemed
sluggish in his mind. He'd forgotten they were anywhere. He was just… staring, and he couldn't stop.
"Kaleb…?"
Jeff's voice was far away, somewhere to the left, but Kaleb couldn't look away from the deep mirrors of Trent's eyes. He was caught, helplessly so, and he wasn't so sure it was a bad thing anymore. He dropped his hand from Trent's face and glanced over his shoulder to a curious-looking Jeff.
"Gimme another, would ya, Jeff?" he asked, looking down once Jeff nodded slowly.
When he heard the 'clink' of the glass against the bar, he looked up with a smile before downing the next shot, too.
"You sure you need any more?" Trent teased.
Kaleb laughed, shaking his head and leaning his arm against Trent's, letting his head loll against Trent's shoulder as he grinned up. "Yes, I honestly think I need more. I can still think, and that… that means I haven't had enough yet, don't ya know?" Kaleb replied with a wider grin, laying his head on the bar and looking up at Trent with wide eyes, batting his lashes in an over exaggerated gesture. Trent laughed out in a husky burst, and Kaleb's expression only widened. "I… like your laugh."
"I like yours, too," Trent said, smiling as Jeff slid his beer to him. He grabbed it and took a swig, but Kaleb reached out and got the glass, pulling it away from Trent with a grin and taking a swig of it before handing it back. The bouncer laughed and shook his head. "You are something else."
"So… I've been told," Kaleb said with a nod. He was a bit more out of his mind tonight, wasn't he? He was completely comfortable with his half-lying position, looking up at Trent and Jeff through his lashes.
Trent leaned closer and smiled. Kaleb could feel the man's breath against his cheek, and it made him shiver and bite his lip. "You really are too cute when you're like this."
The husky murmur made his spine straighten. He lifted his head off the bar, looking over slowly. Their gazes connected again, and he swallowed hard, cocking his head to the side as he exhaled sharply through parted lips.
"Thanks." He kept his gaze on Trent's, letting himself get momentarily lost in the color. "Your eyes are really, really pretty."
"Yours are, too."
Trent's voice was so low, it seemed to be hitting octaves which coincided with the nerves in Kaleb's back because another shiver chased the first one. Kaleb's mouth went dry, his breathing picked up, and he did nothing to try and regulate it. His heart beat hard against his ribcage, and he wondered whether bones could bruise. The thought was absurd, of course they could bruise. He'd have bruises on his ribs from this.
"Would you kiss me again?" Kaleb asked.
Jesus, his voice was deep, too, and the slur had disappeared as their gazes stayed locked. He fleetingly called it eye-fucking. They were just locked in each other's gazes, and it was painfully cliché.
"Hell yeah." The way Trent spoke, with the slightest hint of a California accent, made Kaleb bite his lip and move closer to the man. He didn't care right now.
Trent reached down and grabbed Kaleb's hand, knocking him out of his trance. Before he could process what was going on, he was pulled to his feet and directed toward the restrooms near the door. He didn't question, really, except for his confused expression, but went with Trent anyway.
The second the door shut behind them, Trent's lips were on his again. Kaleb groaned before pressing head-on into it, not even stopping to catch his breath as their hard bodies crashed together. He pinned Trent to the wall, feeling the man arch up with a guttural groan which got his blood racing and made his head spin.
Trent's hands held tightly onto his biceps, and he was gripping Trent's forearms as he pulled the bouncer closer, their chests pressed together without an inch of room. Trent dragged him into one of the stalls and pinned him lightly to the wall, but not backward, so it was okay. He kissed back fervently, messily, but it didn't matter because Trent's hand slid between them, rubbing an erection he didn't even know he had.
He arched and moaned, breaking the kiss to look at Trent through heavy lids.
Thoughts were nowhere in sight, and he craved this contact for some strange reason. Reason was suspended now, and only his body was calling the shots.