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Chapter Thirty-Two

Dominic

“You are so drunk, baby,” I say, holding on to Mikah’s hand.

“I really am,” he says, leaning against the wall and laughing.

It’s four in the morning. We’ve been partying all night, celebrating our victories. So many of us went out to different bars and clubs to get wrecked, and here we are, trashed to the max. How do you not celebrate after such an amazing thing? I won two fucking awards tonight! It’s my first year here, and I took home an award for both categories I was nominated for. That’s almost unheard of.

So many people came up to me afterwards, congratulating me and letting me know they aspire to be me one day. They asked if they could reach out with ideas for videos, and noticed how I’d paused my stuff and guessed it was because of Mikah. No one seemed upset by it. They all seemed to understand and were supportive. Mikah didn’t seem offended by their questions, which makes me proud. I appreciate how respectful everyone was about it. Not that I needed the validation, but it’s nice to know I made the right decision.

I am fucking flying tonight. Riding on cloud nine, and having Mikah here with me has only made this entire experience that much better. I keep thinking what I’d have done if I weren’t with him. Would I have taken a date? If so, who? Would coming solo have been better? What would celebrating alone have been like? Coming here with someone who meant nothing to me wouldn’t have been the same. Being here with Mikah is the best possible scenario, and I am so happy it worked out this way.

Many people in this world don’t take what we do seriously. They take offense to it and think it’s bullshit that we get paid so much, but it’s not all fun and games. I’ll say this until I’m blue in the face. It’s a lot of work and it isn’t always great. It takes a toll on your body, your mind, your emotions. Everything.

I want to keep doing this, I’m not saying I don’t, but there are going to be some changes. A turning point. A point when I met Mikah, realized how much I enjoy being with one person, and the opportunity to focus on content with just me and him. It’s all coming together perfectly.

Having him by my side, as a support system and a partner, is better than I could have hoped for in someone. It makes me realize how much I miss my mom. I mean, I always miss her. Of course I do. But I got used to being alone. I wasn’t exactly closed off, but I wasn’t quite open either. Now? Opening myself up to someone the way I do to Mikah? It’s freeing. Relieving. I hate that she didn’t get to meet him, and he will never know her .

“Can I take you somewhere when we get back home?” I ask as we step closer to the bathroom. The line is huge, but we have to piss so we don’t have a choice but to wait.

“Is it your bed? Cause I like that place,” he says with a drunk smile, swaying on his feet.

I grin at him. “I’ll take you to bed whenever you want.” I step closer, sliding my hand around his back while I bring my mouth to his neck. He sucks in a sharp breath, his body relaxing. I pull back and say, “But I meant somewhere else.”

“I’ll go anywhere you want.” He licks his lips, his hooded eyes boring into mine.

I blink, my gaze going to his full lips for a second before darting back to his eyes. The breath leaves my lungs as I just take him in. Everything about him is perfect. Everything .

“Move in with me,” I say suddenly. He smiles, slowly and carefully. “I’m serious, Mikah. Move in with me. Fuck, marry me . Don’t ever leave me. I… I fucking love you.”

He ducks his head, shaking it. “No, you do not.”

I grasp his cheeks, forcing him to look at me.

“Yes, I fucking do. I really do,” I say as seriously as I can. His face falls, and he looks… scared. “I do,” I add sternly. “I’m not just saying it because I’ve been drinking and tonight is amazing. I fucking mean it. I’ve thought about it so many times already, and I know it’s insane because it hasn’t been long, but when you know, you know. So cliché, whatever, but it’s the goddamn truth. I love you, Mikah. I fucking love you, and I want to be with you. I don’t want anyone else, just you. And I want you with me all the time. In my bed, at my dining table, outside in my backyard.”

“You need to get a new couch.”

I bark out a laugh. “Done. Fucking done. What else?”

His smile grows, and I see in his eyes he still doesn’t believe me. That’s okay. He doesn’t have to believe me right now. He’s drunk. So drunk. I’ll prove it to him, I swear I will. I want this man; I don’t ever want him to leave me. I want him with me always. By my side. Forever.

“What else?” I urge, once again moving closer to the bathroom door, but my hands stay on his face because I can’t bear to have him look away from me. There are two more people in front of us, and then we’ll be inside.

He holds his hand up, showing me his ring finger.

“I want a ring.”

“Done. Tell me more.”

He huffs out a laugh, running a hand through his hair and I finally drop my hands, trusting he’ll keep looking at me. His head hits the wall gently and his eyes fall closed.

“Don’t ever leave me,” he mutters. “Everyone always leaves me.”

Fuck.

Fuck, that kills me. Guts me.

“I won’t,” I promise, moving closer to him. “I swear it. I wouldn’t say any of this if that was an option, Mikah.”

I take his hand, linking our fingers, and he opens his eyes when we have to move forward. He blinks a few times, looking around like he doesn’t know where he is. We should go back to our hotel after this. Hell, he probably won’t remember any of this conversation tomorrow, and maybe it’s for the best.

Not because I don’t mean what I’m saying, but because it’s only fair to him to lay this all out when he can consciously dissect it. Hopefully in a healthy way.

We get into the bathroom and do our business. I keep an eye on Mikah, making sure he doesn’t piss all over himself. Thankfully he does a good job handling his dick, and I don’t have to help him. Because I would, but people might make an issue about it. That’s not what I feel like dealing with tonight.

After washing our hands, I usher him out of the bathroom with my hand on his lower back.

“How about we—”

“Hey, congrats, bro.” Gerard is in front of us, offering out his hand.

I look at it, then up at him. I take his hand and shake.

“Thanks, man,” I say.

“Look, no hard feelings, yeah? Don’t mind me. I just have to keep up the persona, you know?”

“Being an asshole is a persona?” Mikah asks, and I huff out a laugh.

“It’s fine,” I say to Gerard. “Don’t mind him. He’s had a lot to drink.”

He nods, but glares at Mikah.

This guy is full of shit. It’s not a persona. He really is a dick. Why he’s over here trying to play nice with me doesn’t make any goddamn sense. Unless he wants something. Not sure what it could be, but who knows?

“If you ever think about doing videos with women, let me know. Stella is up for it.”

Ah, okay. That’s what this is about. Of course he would want me to make a video with him and his girl. The money that would make…

“Thanks, but I’m not making videos with anyone who isn’t my boyfriend right now.” What I really wanted to say was we’d make a video with him because I know he doesn’t do gay content… but what if? The last thing I need is for him to agree to something like that—because I don’t wanna do it.

“Right. Sure. Okay, cool. Whatever.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow? At the expo?”

“Sure thing.” He pats me on the shoulder and then takes off.

Guy is a fucking mess.

“Come on, let’s get going,” I say in Mikah’s ear as we make our way through the main club to get to the exit. The music gets louder as we go, the heat increasing by at least fifteen degrees.

“Hell no,” he says, smiling. “I wanna dance with you s’more.”

I chuckle. “But you’re trashed!”

“Don’t care. Come on, baby. Come dance with me,” he pleads, taking my hands and tugging on them.

Unable to tell this man no, we make our way into the crowd instead of toward the door, find a spot to fit in between the writhing bodies, and we dance .

With his back to my front, his firm ass rubbing all over my dick, we dance to the beat of whatever song is playing. It’s some dance mix of a few mashed-up songs. I run my hands up and down Mikah’s body, over his abs, along his chest, to his throat. My dick gets harder with each swipe of his ass along it, and all I can think about is fucking him. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside him, and likely at this point won’t be until some point tomorrow. By the time we get back to the hotel, we won’t be fucking. He needs to sleep this off, and maybe I’ll wake him up in the morning with my tongue in his ass.

He’s a good dancer. He knows how to move his body, which is impressive considering he can hardly walk straight. I wouldn’t take him as someone who knows how to dance, but I guess everyone can if they’ve had enough vodka.

Everything we do together is too perfect. It seems almost unreal. To think, just a month ago, we didn’t talk. He hated me and I just wanted to make his life hell. I still like getting him all flustered, but now it’s for different reasons. The pink of his cheeks and annoyance in his eyes does things to me. It’s adorable.

Mikah turns, throwing his arms around my neck and thrusting his hips against me. We move together, dicks rubbing. He groans in my ear, burying his face in my neck. I hold on to him for dear life, thinking of nothing else but how good he feels against me. Our hot bodies are full of sweat and unable to get close enough to each other. I wish I could bury myself inside his soul and keep it safe forever. This man is heaven-sent, and sometimes I wonder if it’s my mother’s doing. Maybe she’s looking out for me, and this is her way of doing it.

“I love your dick,” he says in my ear, and I hardly hear him over the music. I squeeze his sides, letting him know I like what he said.

He’s so relaxed like this, and I love that he has no problem saying what he means. Drunk and when I’m in charge, he tells me what’s on his mind. Other times it’s a struggle for him. He’s learning, getting used to it, but it’s going to take time. I love seeing him coming out of his shell, love knowing that I’m the cause of it.

“It’s yours as long as you want it,” I say, causing him to let out a little laugh.

“Let’s get outta here.”

“Yeah?” I ask.

He nods, licking his lips. “Need some water first.”

I kiss his lips, then lead us out of the dancing bodies and toward the bar where I order him a water. “Stay here and let me get our jackets.”

He nods, sucking down the water, his eyes closed and looking like he’s in euphoria. I laugh to myself. He is so drunk.

I head to the front of the club, where the coat check is, to get our coats.

“Hey, you heading out?” I look around at the sound of the voice, having a feeling whoever spoke is talking to me. My gaze lands on Trent.

“Yeah, Mikah is ready for bed,” I answer .

He bites on his bottom lip, stepping closer to me. “I’m so proud of us for today. We did good.”

“Yeah, we did,” I agree, moving to the guy behind the counter because it’s my turn. I dig the ticket out of my pocket and hand it over. He disappears into the back to find our coats..

“I appreciate you, you know?” Trent continues, obviously drunk like the rest of us. He moves closer to me, standing at my side and staring at me.

“Thanks,” I say, hoping this guy hurries up to get our jackets. If Mikah didn’t love his so much, I’d say fuck it and leave without it.

“I don’t think you understand what I’m saying,” Trent says as the guy comes back and hands me the two jackets.

I step to the side to listen to what Trent is trying to say, and he moves even closer. So close he’s touching me, and I raise a brow.

“What are you trying to say?” I ask. He’s an inch or two shorter than me. Smaller in body build, but a good-looking guy. Very pretty and feminine. The exact type of guy I made most of my videos with. The type of guy that isn’t Mikah, which some may think is odd. But I guess it’s like that thing with men who fuck blonds but then marry a brunette. Not sure what it says about someone, but it’s a thing guys do… for some reason. Probably some deep-seated judgmental thing, which isn’t cool, but I’m in no mood to dissect shit right now. I’ll leave it as twinks are my mistresses and Mikah is my forever. There, simple enough .

“Allowing me to make that video with you has done amazing things for me, and I think I owe you.”

I smile at him. “You don’t owe me anything, Trent. I got an award too, remember?”

“Oh, I remember all right.”

His gaze dips to my lips, and I know at this very moment, I need to get out of here. This isn’t going to end well for him if I don’t. Problem is, I’ve had a lot to drink and I move too slowly. Before I know what’s happening, he grabs me, which causes me to stumble because I’ve also had a lot to drink. I reach for him, so I don’t fall on my ass and make headlines. Then he shoves his tongue down my throat.