Wren

Rather than telling Scott he was barking up the wrong tree, Wren let the man talk, liking the attention he was getting. And also liking that the attention had nothing to do with who he was within the supernatural world.

A cocktail appeared in front of Scott. “Thanks Mali,” Scott purred and something inside of Wren didn’t like that Scott was giving someone else the attention he was suddenly craving—even if it was Mali.

“I’m Wren,” he rushed to speak, and enjoyed the smile Scott gave him.

“You know something, Wren, I was feeling a little off today, but meeting you has turned me on again.”

Wren’s mind went blank again, but he was trying hard to keep their conversation going—he really didn’t know the last time someone spoke to him without knowing who he was.

“You’re a tough nut to crack…” Scott ran his index finger lightly down Wren’s navy-blue necktie, “…but that’s okay; I’m an expert at getting guys to crack their…” he laughed, not finishing his comment but Wren could fill in the blanks.

He frowned at Scott; the man was beautiful, he could admit that—captivating green eyes, and thick, wavey brown hair that almost touched his shoulders—but he didn’t understand why he was enjoying the attention of another man.

Leaning closer to Wren, Scott asked, “Was that one a little too much for you?” He chuckled. “How about you tell me why you’re in a suit and I’ll stop trying to get a rise out of you.”

He knows what he’s doing to me! “I…” Wren’s words trailed off as he looked down at where Scott’s finger had travelled from his tie to his belt. “…I work here,” Wren managed to tear his gaze away from Scott’s hand and back up to meet his eyes again.

It was Scott’s turn to frown, and Wren found it amusing that he’d managed to stop Scott’s mission to get a ‘rise’ out of him. Scott bounced back quickly though. “If you work here then you should give me a tour of the place.” He leaned in closer, and Wren found himself leaning closer too. Scott pressed his lips to Wren’s ear and said, “I’d especially like to see any of the private rooms you have in the back.”

The insinuation in his tone as he spoke made it clear what his intentions were. Wren didn’t look down at where Scott’s hand had travelled to this time. “Follow me.” He didn’t know which part of his body he was thinking with but it definitely wasn’t his brain.

~*~

Scott

Scott felt his insides clench with excitement as he followed Wren through a door with a sign on it that read: employees only. He’d tried flirting with the bartender, Mali, but had quickly established he was only interested in conversation. Which Scott was happy with; he liked to meet new people. But when he’d spotted tall, dark, and frowny watching him from the other end of the bar, he knew he had to try his luck.

The fact that the man had been standing in a nightclub dressed in a suit spoke volumes—or at least, Scott had thought it did. Scott assumed Wren had finished working late at an office job and had gone straight to the club looking to go home with someone. Pulling out his most obvious pick-up lines, it had surprised Scott to find out Wren actually worked at the club. Now his assessment of the man had changed. Wren was looking for some company while he was on his break.

Following Wren through a hallway, the music could still be heard but the sound was muffled by the walls, Scott almost walked into Wren when the other man stopped beside a doorway.

Wren peered inside, and Scott asked, “Is this your boss’s office?” The thought of making out with Wren in his boss’s office was exhilarating!

“This is my office,” Wren explained as he stepped aside to allow Scott to enter the room first. “I own this club.”

Scott’s insides tightened, Alone with the owner of the club in his back office…I’m about to live out one of my top fantasies! Letting out an excited breath, Scott pulled the tight t-shirt he’d been wearing over his head. “Least now no one is going to come barging in, telling you off for being with me in their office.” He turned to face Wren as he unbuckled his belt.

Wren’s eyes were like lasers, penetrating his skin. The intensity he saw in them had Scott ask, “Do you like what you see?” Wren didn’t answer, but Scott was getting used to that. Unzipping his jeans, he pushed them down his legs—thankful he’d worn a thin pair of socks—Scott stepped out of his boots and jeans, walking closer to where Wren stood in the open doorway.

“Are—” Scott’s words were cut off by the all-consuming kiss Wren pulled him into. Feeling his body melt, Wren’s arms didn’t let him move, wrapping around him tightly.

Having no one permanent in his life for the past five-years, Scott made up for it by sleeping with as many men as he could. He enjoyed the cat and mouse games when he first met a guy but what he hadn’t given much thought to was kissing, Why the hell haven’t I been doing more of this! Scott loved the way Wren was kissing him; it was like the other man hadn’t done much kissing either.

~*~

***Later that night***

Wren

Not ready for the night to be over just yet, Wren asked, “Do you want to get a drink?”

Scott smiled up at him from where he lay across the desk. “Maybe next time…I’m about ready to crash.”

Knowing the number of men that had come and gone from Scott’s house in the short time he’d lived in Salisbury—none of them had visited him twice—Wren knew the likelihood of him seeing Scott again was non-existent. Taking a deep breath, Wren said the first words that came into his head. “Take me home with you.”