"Well, I suppose it'd be a bit embarrassing to be brought before their captain. He's insufferable, you know." But then, his tendency to just not care in certain circumstances had had Ty throwing his hands up in frustration before.

He scraped his teeth against the side of Gael's neck as he stroked his cock inside his jeans. "We're young," he said. "Who's to say we can't do both?" He tugged him backwards, further into the shadows. He didn't much care about the eyes on them - some of them more jealous than shocked - but he had a possessive streak, he thought. He managed to keep it under control most of the time, but there were certain things he didn't want an entire club experiencing.

Carlos moved to the music, still pressed against Gael's ass, and smirked as Gael writhed against him. "Maybe when I get you home I'll tie you up and put you on your knees," he purred. "With the red rope. You look good in red."