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“Oh. Yeah, sure,” Stephan replied, clearly disappointed.
Ishir elbowed Zee on their way to the table. “Was that necessary?”
“Were you seriously going to spend your goal on him?” Zee asked testily.
“No? I was just making conversation.”
“He was hitting on you, Zammy.”
“Yeah, I know that. Let a man flirt a little, damn.”
Zee muttered something under his breath and pulled Ishir to a table away from his teammates.
“I thought they were asking for us?” Ishir sniped sarcastically.
Zee ignored him. “So? What are you gonna do?”
Ishir took a long pull of his beer. “About what?”
“You got a goal.”
“Yeah? I can’t pick up here, dude. I’ll get recognised.”
“Iknow, that’s why I’m asking. Can you, like, save it up? Till you’re somewhere else?”
Ishir wrinkled his nose. “I mean, I’ve done that a few times, but not really. That feels like cheating, you know?”
“So, what?”
“I don’t know. You wanna be a bro and leave me the room to jerk off?” Ishir joked. He’d probably beat one out nice and slow in the shower. It’d be a little disappointing, especially because of how worked up he was after Simon, but it was how things were.
“Sure,” Zee replied.
It took a few seconds for that to percolate through his brain. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Zee said, looking pleased now, as if he’d just needed to know what the plan was.
Ishir considered the offer. It was a little weird to jerk off with Zee knowing exactly what he was doing but, well…Zee had literally chosen people to fuck him. Had danced with him and then practically handed him over to another Alpha as though he owned him.
This was nothing compared to that.
“Yeah, okay.” Ishir nodded, warming up to the idea. It’d be nice to be able to take his time.
“How’re you gonna do it?”
Ishir almost choked on his beer. “What?” he croaked.
“You know. You gotta do it slow, right? Make it count.”
Ishir was utterly trapped in Zee’s stare. In the way he seemed to be boring into him, the way he fully expected Ishir to tell him exactly how he was going to touch himself.
As if that would belong to Zee, too.
“Yeah,” he murmured. “I guess.”
“Youguess? Come on, Zam. How’re you gonna do it?”
Ishir opened his mouth, but sheer embarrassment rendered him mute.
