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2008
It was one of those nights.
Chris was tired, wishing he’d stayed home instead of at some LA party for a product (or a person?) he didn’t care about. But he had to be there, be photographed, network, and so he was. Unhappily so.
Unhappy until, as Chris was getting some liquid courage to prepare for yet another socializing round, he saw him. Full lips, that’s the first thing that Chris noticed. Then came the big, expressive eyes. And only then the ass, which was usually first on the list, but came on third because of a fluke or something. It was a good ass, that was all that mattered.
Maybe it wouldn’t be a total waste of a night after all.
Chris grabbed his beer and walked over to where the kid was standing.
“Hi, I’m Chris,” he started with, most definitely not a winner, but effective enough to get the guy’s attention, and the faster he got through this bit, the sooner he’d get to the good part.
“Yeah, hi.”
Well, there you have it. Just two words, but that was a damn nice voice, which only confirmed, on top of experiencing those lips from up-close, that this guy was the whole package. Chris couldn’t wait to get to the good part, but first things first.
“Your name’s…?”
“Sebastian. Seb.”
Seb actually blushed while Chris shook his hand with a, “Nice to meet you.”
“Wanna get outta here?”
“Oh.”
Chris thought he had been obvious enough, ogling and making that handshake as sexy as a handshake can be... Or at least he’d tried to make it sexy, all soft and lingering. He should do some research on it cause Seb only looked confused.
“I’m with… someone.”
Not confused, not surprised, just taken. Or maybe uninterested and trying to be polite about it.
Either way, Chris could deal with rejection. He had in the past, he would again in the future, surely. The problem was that Sebastian was hot enough to make up for the whole night (and several other crappy days, if we’re being honest), but no such luck, Chris would be spending the night all alone.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize... Good night.”
Experience at being rejected had granted Chris no smoothness whatsoever when it came to making a quick exit. He might have even waved at Sebastian before turning around and leaving
The driver was waiting for him on the parking lot, the hotel was close enough, and Chris’s mind was in serious need of rest, all of which luckily meant that Chris only thought about those sinful lips (and the waving!) for a very little while before sleep took over.
Morning time, well... that was a different story.