Page 7 of Malicious Desires

I don’t respond but stick out my tongue and Malyk puts the tiny pill into my mouth. I take it in and he lets his finger linger in my mouth as I close my lips around the digit. Malyk groans which pisses me off, so I bite down hard on his finger and he yanks it out of my mouth, rubbing at the mark I made on his knuckle.

“You bit me, Ree.”

“Had to get your dirty finger out of my mouth somehow, Mal. You were enjoying that way too much.”

“Can’t help it. I was thinking about your stunning lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Not going to happen, Mal. Ever. You need to find another guy to suck you off.”

He laughs, less like a hyena but still nerve grating. “Maybe you'll find a guy tonight. Get you laid.”

I scoff, swallowing hard before replying, “I don't want a guy, Malyk.”

“Don’t want, but need my sweet. There is a difference.”

“Whatever, Mal. Are we going to this party or getting high here?”

“Partying up the night. And make sure you stick by my side for the most part. We don’t want Capullo wankers recognising you.”

I nod, grabbing my hoodie from the back of my chair and shrugging it on.

Bending down I stroke Raven’s head a moment, and he jumps up on the bed behind me. “Be good Rave,” I instruct him, stroking his fur a little more as he gets comfortable on my pillow. “No loud meowing.”

He doesn’t respond. I follow Malyk out then, ignoring his scathing gaze about my outfit choice of black, ripped at the knees jeans and my favourite black hoodie with white writing on it that doesn’t make any sense.

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We really shouldn’t have driven since both of us are high, but the cops don’t give a rats' arse around Vemore about cars literally flying around the streets.

Braking hard, I careen around the last corner to park outside Valley View University. There are so many cars, and I can already hear the thump of music coming from inside the university commons.

Malyk drags me out of the car, not even giving me a moment to pocket my phone and barely a moment to turn off the engine and pocket my key fob. He takes my hand, dragging me through the ornate gates of the university. The music grows louder and I can feel the thump in my head, the vibrations increasing the intensity of my high.

Once in the commons, I glance around, taking in the party scene around us. There are bodies everywhere, some dressed in plain clothes and others in drag costumes. That strikes me as odd, but then I don’t really care. My high is starting to hit, and my whole body feels alive with the buzz. Malyk drops my hand, and whispers in my ear, “Be a good boy, Ree. I gotta schmooze with the invitees.”

I hear his words but don’t really process them. He dances off into the crowd, and I wander further into the party, my eyes taking in more of the space, drawn to the stage when I see my best friend dancing onto it. I have to be super high, surely seeing things because not only is Malyk on stage but he’s decked out in a full drag outfit, complete with feathers in his tied-back hair and fishnet fucking stockings. Admittedly he looks hot, and I’m mesmerised for a moment watching him strutting around the stage to ‘I Will Survive’ in his over the top, exuberant way.

Throwing my own body around on the dance floor I occasionally glance at others once Malyk is no longer on the stage. My high is wearing off too quickly so I head to the bar and order a beer.

Leaning against the bar top I scout the room again. I’d said to Malyk I wasn’t going to find a guy tonight, but I can’t deny that I do need to get laid. I spot a guy across the room. A gorgeous blonde dancing with a girl. His arms are wrapped around her waist, and hers are around his neck. They’re swaying to the slow song playing through the speakers. He looks as though he’d rather be anywhere else, his expression vacant. I can't take my eyes off him.

The song ends, and they step apart, him nodding at her and she does a fucking curtsy, as though we’re living in the nineteenth century and this is actually a ball, not a frat party.

I watch the stranger as he comes my way, his eyes on me but not actually looking at me, but kinda through me. He turns at the last moment, heading towards the bathrooms. I shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought of following him because he’s most likely not gay, and following anyone into the bathrooms is creepy, but I put my empty glass down on the bar top and head to the bathrooms.

They’re empty except for the gorgeous stranger who is washing his hands at the sinks. I stand behind him, and our eyes lock in the mirror.

“Excuse me,” he says, his voice a little shy and raspy. Fucking sexy as hell.

“Don’t mind me, gorgeous,” I reply, stepping closer to him rather than away from him.

“Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” I taunt, snaking an arm around his waist and pushing him against the wall. He moves without a protest, except for a gasp escaping his lips.

“Um…what are you doing?”

“I saw you on the dance floor.”

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