When he said nothing more, Jason tumbled his hands in the universal sign of encouraging him to keep talking. Felix didn’t, so Jason glared and said, “That’s not news. What’s the problem?”
Felix stared at him, his mouth dropping open. “What do you mean, ‘what’s the problem?’ First, he’s my boss. Second, we’re in the middle of some shit. Third, he’s my boss. Fourth, we have the entire royal family to keep safe. Fifth, he’s my bo—”
“If you say, ‘he’s my boss’ one more time, I’ll castrate you,” Jason said, pointing a finger at him.
“Well, he is! There isn’t a rule as such that relationships are not allowed, but they are ill-advised, and with what happened to Foster and Carl, I can understand why. With him being my boss, it just makes things a hundred times harder.”
“Yeah, harder, but not impossible.” Jason shook his head. “Jesus. I would’ve thought you people, of all walks of life, would understand the need to live for today. Why are you wasting so much time when you might not be here tomorrow?”
Felix averted his gaze, knowing his friend was right. He wished it was as easy as that, though. What Jason didn’t know—and what Felix couldn’t tell him—was about the events that had happened to the other guards and what they suspected. As much as he wanted to tell Jason to be careful and the reason why, he couldn’t, even though Jason had Darius, who was a guard, too, but on lower level royals. He would do it in his own way, but he couldn’t explain the true reason behind his words. By having that on their shoulders, it made living in the moment so much harder.
“Come on. Dance with me.”
Jason grabbed his hands and tugged him off the bar stool. As much as Felix didn’t want to lose their space, which they wouldas soon as they stood, he wanted to relax and have fun for a night. It didn’t happen often enough.
Despite never having had an interest in each other in any way other than platonic and the fact that Jason had Darius, they danced and bumped and ground against each other as if they did, losing themselves in the music and motions. When Felix finally pleaded for water, he stumbled back to the bar and requested two bottles. He cracked the lid on one and downed half in one go before turning his back to the bar and watching the crowd again.
His eyes passed across the couple several times before he acknowledged that something kept pulling his gaze back to them. Feasting on the sight before him, he tilted his head and grazed his lower lip with his teeth. The two men were sexy as fuck together, hands in each other’s back pockets, lips locked with a hint of tongue, legs entangled while their bodies moved with the beat.
It took him several moments to realise why he was so enamoured. One of them looked like Brett. And despite knowing he shouldn’t, he imagined himself in the other guy’s place. In Brett’s arms. With his tongue in his mouth.
Sweat pebbled his skin as his cock hardened in an instant. Going from semi-hard to rock solid in such a short time made his head spin. But he couldn’t look away, so he witnessed the moment they separated and pushed their way through the crowd. Felix couldn’t help himself… He followed. When they stepped into a darkened corner, their arms and lips found each other again. His mouth watered as his eyes strained to see their movements. He didn’t want to be too obvious, so he looked to the side of them rather than directly at them, but he didn’t miss a thing.
Hands disappeared into clothing, a leg hooked around a waist, and Felix’s cock pressed against his jeans. He could imagineit was Brett kissing him, taking him higher, sending him over the edge. Readjusting his position, he gained a better view, and he wasn’t disappointed. Arms moved in the age-old motion of stroking, lips locked together in a fierce embrace, and he saw the moment they both caved to the inevitable.
The moment they did, Felix turned away and found the bathroom. His dick throbbed, screaming at him for relief. The stalls weren’t huge, surprisingly, but they were more than adequate for what he needed. He unfastened his jeans and dragged them down his thighs, letting his shaft kiss the air. He sat on the toilet seat and spread his legs as much as he could, watching a drop of precome slide over the edge of his head.
But he didn’t touch. Not yet.
Pulling his phone from his pocket, he unlocked it and opened the secure folder he had within it. In that folder, he kept everything he didn’t want the average person to see. Mainly sexy as fuck videos, images and the occasional screenshot of writing that had rocked his world. Anything that helped his arousal climb higher.
He chose the folder he needed and inhaled as the picture came up. He wasn’t proud of it, but how often did he see Brett in jeans and a t-shirt, looking like sex on a stick? The photo had been taken at one of the princes’ parties. They were almost always invited to birthdays and other events now, and not just as guards. This particular one was the very first party they had attended, and Brett had worked his ass off to make sure everyone relaxed, even if it meant he didn’t.
Felix had captured his boss mid-laugh, his neck extended, head thrown back, and the long stretch of his body a vision to die for. As his gaze locked onto the face he knew as well as his own, his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked and hissed, so sensitive, but he needed more. He needed it all.
The picture merged with what he’d witnessed in the club, and he stroked harder and faster, chasing his release. He wanted Brett to come with his name on his lips, and he wanted to drink down his release, taking it deep inside him, and then he wanted to be taken, hard and fast, with no care of if he would climax. He would be denied over and over until he had no choice but to disobey, the orgasm torn from him.
Felix gritted his teeth as his release flowed over his hand, his stomach clenching and releasing in rhythmic time. Without hesitating, he lifted his covered hand and licked it clean, going back for more until he was as clean as he could be. Taking a few breaths, he stared at the picture for a little longer and then closed his phone. His well-spent cock rested against his thigh, and he tucked himself back in, the reminder of his release staying with him instead of him washing it away. He needed to remember. He needed to pretend. Because it was all he could have.
He washed his hands before leaving the bathroom and then headed back to the bar to start his search for Jason. It didn’t take long. His best friend’s tongue was throat-deep in his guy when Felix interrupted to let Jason know he was leaving.
“It’s not quite what I was hoping for you,” he said as Darius licked and sucked his neck, “but I suppose I can’t complain. You stayed longer than usual.” Jason bit his lip, his eyelids fluttering. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You better.”
Felix left, nodding at the bouncer as he headed for the curb where plenty of taxis waited. Unfortunately, they weren’t the only things waiting. Camera flashes blinded him as he strode the short distance. Questions from three or four reporters who always dogged the gay club were thrown at him, but they didn’t seem to realise who he was. Not yet anyway. Once they researched the pictures they took, they’d find out who he wasand probably make a huge story of it. The popularity of the club was both the best and worst thing about it. The best because, like Club Royal, it had damn good security, but the worst because it was so popular with celebrities and other famous people alike. Why Jason enjoyed coming, Felix didn’t know. But he’d back up his friend any day and twice on Sunday.
After settling into the back of the taxi, he flicked through his phone, checking to see what he had coming up over the next few days. Prince Christian’s birthday. Thankfully, he had decided to go with a smaller event this year, which enabled them to keep it all in-house and allow the guards to join in. Felix was looking forward to it, but he had to choose a gift for the prince. But what did he get the guy who could buy whatever he wanted? Wasn’t that the question everyone asked themselves when they had to buy for a rich person? Not that Christian acted that way. He stared out of the window, not seeing the lights go by while he tried to figure out a suitable gift.
He still had no idea the following day, when he was on his way to his parents’ home, about an hour from Windsor. They didn’t care for the limelight and had moved away when Felix took his job. He didn’t begrudge them; after all, who enjoyed being under such scrutiny when they didn’t have to be? His father would understand to a degree. The man was ex-Army and still kept a regimented routine, even after having left almost ten years ago. His mother, however, just went along for the ride, doing whatever she was told. He couldn’t understand why she did, but it was her life. She had the right to live it as she wanted to.
“I’m so glad to see you, Felix,” his mother said, hugging him. “Are you eating enough? You look paler and thinner since I last saw you.”
“I’m fine, Mum. Don’t worry.”
Ruby tutted and headed for the kitchen, no doubt to make him a sandwich, even though dinner would be less than an hour.Knowing he couldn’t dissuade her, he aimed for the living room, where his father would be, watching the news.
“Hello, Dad.”