#ballins

Roman rolls his eyes and sips his whiskey. "Okay, fine. Those two new guys are really cute. And they are funny as fuck."

"You and half the world think so," Seth says with a huge grin. Tyler is trying to talk the two up-and-coming stars into a special project for Breezey. Seth thinks Tyler will succeed with one of them, which is definitely a win for Tyler.

His fingers tug on the bracelet again. His neck feels hot, knowing that Finn is watching him play with the expensive accessory. The bracelet is distinctly feminine, with little diamond flowers and butterflies circling his thick wrist, and he knows several people have noticed it.

Roman finishes his whiskey and nudges him. "Finn's coming over. You want me to stay?"

"No, it's good," Seth mutters. His ears are burning. Roman pats him on the shoulder and leaves.

Finn arrives and asks for a martini with two olives. As the bartender makes his drink, he wraps his hand around Seth's left wrist. Pressing a kiss to Seth's cheek, he asks, "You don't like your present, sweetheart?"

"I like it," Seth answers immediately and honestly. His knows this is not a big deal, not in this crowd. "I'm just... Kinda. Um. Getting used to it."

Finn smiles and rubs his thumb over the back of Seth's hand. "You look so demure with it," Finn remarks. "Maybe I'll put you in silk and lace later."

Seth's throat goes tight. "Please."

"Please what, sweetheart?"

"Please," Seth says, quietly, his chest burning with a need to find someplace private with his lover, "please put me in silk and lace later."

Finn smiles, the corners of his bright blue eyes crinkling. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Now, go meet some people. I want to see you show them your pretty bracelet, got it?" He leans in and whispers in his ear, "And then, I'll fuck you as hard as you want in your silk and your lace and your shiny diamond bracelet under the stars."