"I'm not so sure about that. You ever heard about spiking the punch?"
He's doing his best to look incredulous, which is supposed to try and detract from the fact that his fingers are right by Scott's crotch, and he can feel how hard he is through his jeans. Oh, this is not going to end well. Scott's rubbing against him, almost grinding into his hand, and Jackson is trying very hard to not react.
Mostly for Allison's sake. And because he's not sure he wants Scott fucking him on the snack table as he tries to herd his drunk Alpha into a bedroom. Maybe he should start working on that. But, he's trying to not look completely guilty here.
He's about to say something when Scott nips at his ear, and he gasps sharply, a shiver through him, and what was he saying again? He's completely forgotten. He blinks and tries to regain his train of thought.
"Look, McCall, you should, uh, try eating something."
No, he's not rubbing the heel of his palm against Scott's erection, not even a little.
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He's doing his best to look incredulous, which is supposed to try and detract from the fact that his fingers are right by Scott's crotch, and he can feel how hard he is through his jeans. Oh, this is not going to end well. Scott's rubbing against him, almost grinding into his hand, and Jackson is trying very hard to not react.
Mostly for Allison's sake. And because he's not sure he wants Scott fucking him on the snack table as he tries to herd his drunk Alpha into a bedroom. Maybe he should start working on that. But, he's trying to not look completely guilty here.
He's about to say something when Scott nips at his ear, and he gasps sharply, a shiver through him, and what was he saying again? He's completely forgotten. He blinks and tries to regain his train of thought.
"Look, McCall, you should, uh, try eating something."
No, he's not rubbing the heel of his palm against Scott's erection, not even a little.