In Slow Motion
Sebastian glances at his phone as he gets to the club and sees it’s barely 7:30. Early as always. He chews his lip nervously and adjusts the leather collar he’d worn along with his usual, more subtle one. Well, maybe by the time he’s through the line… He steps to the back of it, aware of the eyes tracing up and down his body.
He’d dressed to impress tonight, in his tightest black jeans and an equally tight v-neck, deep enough to expose collar bones, his fashionable boots and eyeliner and gratuitous amounts of glitter sprinkled in his hair and on his face and chest. Since Chris would be coming straight from work and wouldn’t be able to see him beforehand, he’d wanted to surprise him. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now, without Chris here and with all these hungry eyes on him, he’s wishing he’d toned it down just a little bit.
The Favour