Page 135 of The Comedown

“Julian.”

“Poohbear.” He pins me with a serious look, and against all the commotion around us, it makes me laugh.

Bending down, I scoop up a handful of Jell-O, quirking an eyebrow at him.

“You won’t.”

I cock my arm back, launching it directly at his face, and despite his eyes being closed and covered in red, he lunges for me, catching me easily. We fall into the pit together, shaking with laughter.

I’m first to sit up, hovering above Julian to wipe his eyes clean. Before he can even get them open though, I press my lips to his, tasting the artificial strawberry on him.

“Now you’re everywhere, too,” I breathe between his lips, going in for more. My tongue traces the outline of Julian’s sweet mouth, then I plunge inside, circling his tongue with mine. His hands find my ass, gripping tightly as he drags me over him to straddle his stomach.

Beneath his jeans I feel his cock’s tip, and I slide down even lower, our centers connecting with a jolt of yearning that pulses through the rest of my body like an electrical current.

Julian breaks from the kiss suddenly, saying, “Stay the night with me.”

“On your bus?”

A dark look crosses his face.

“Remember what I told you about my bus?”

“To stay away from it.”

He nods slowly, a frown overtaking his face.

“Even with you?”

“Especially with me,” he says, reminding me of what Antonio said about Julian never being the one on his bus. It’s always Julez.

His gaze breaks from mine, narrowing on a nearby hand being held out to anyone interested. Sitting on the open palm are about seven different kinds of pills that people are basically choosing blindly from. No questions asked, no payment given, just free drugs for the taking.

“Take me somewhere.”

The smirk he gives is both hopeful and wary. “Where?”

“Anywhere.”

“Right now?”

“Mary and Holter are already at the hotel. If we leave now, we can be back in time to meet them for breakfast.” Last I checked it was almost midnight, so it has to be close to one, if not later.

“Lunch,” he counters, tucking a hand behind his head, the crush of Jell-O under it noticeable even over all the noise.

“Breakfast. I was planning on taking Holter on a bicycle tour around the city afterward.”

“Lunch, and I’ll buy us hoverboards instead.”

“Breakfast. What will we do with hoverboards?”

“Race them around the hotel,” he says with an eye roll like it’s obvious. “Brunch.”

“Brunch,” I agree with a grin. “But I’ll buy the hoverboards.”

Julian chuckles. “I already did.”

“You did? When?”