Page 19 of How Not to Date a Griffin

“Well…” Nolan began, and ran a hand over the back of his neck. His jacket miraculously was still tucked over his arm, but the seams of his shirt streeetched at the movement.

“I spent the entire evening with this guy,” he began, and Reid’s heart rate picked up as he suddenly recognized the coy expression on Nolan’s face, the way his gaze danced over Reid. “And I don’t want the night to end, either. So I was wondering if it would be… indecent to invite him up. To my room.”

Reid’s breath exploded out of him. “I think he’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

“Oh,” Nolan said, lips curling. “Lovely. Well.”

Without further ado—which sounded like something that would come straight from Nolan’s brain, not Reid’s—Nolan pulled him along, out of the alley and to the hotel entrance.

Nolan nodded at the doorman, who didn’t even ask to see his room key for proof of entrance or anything, and led them through the lobby with the confidence of someone who belonged there.

Reid tried to fuss his hair into some semblance of order, suddenly nervous and certain it was fucked from Nolan’s fingers.

The hotel was still busy, but the elevator loading area was empty, and as the doors closed on them, the air was suddenly electric.

In the mirror reflection of the doors, Reid let his gaze cut to Nolan, standing tall, dark, handsome, and fucking divine right next to him.

His lips twitched, and the next thing he knew, Nolan had him pressed up against the wall, a hand messing his hair up again and almost tugging another moan from him.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” he admitted, gaze dark and voice darker, before he lowered his head to Reid’s.

Good god.

Reid parted his lips for the kiss, groaning softly as their tongues twined once again. He fisted a hand in Nolan’s shirt, in case he even thought about introducing distance between them.

Nolan slid a knee between Reid’s, grinding, shoving a thigh against his erection. In response, Reid shifted, rolling his body into the movement, wanting more, and huffed a breath at the pleasure.

“Fuck,” he mumbled into the kiss, but it mostly came out as a hum because Nolan was barely giving him room to breathe, and holy fuck where had this come from and how did he get more of it?

The hand not holding onto Nolan’s shirt for dear life landed on his waist, tugging him in close, and Reid rolled his hips into him again and again in a mimicry of what they both really wanted.

They were so caught up that neither of them sensed the elevator slowing, but the ding made them jump apart with a gasp, breath harsh as the doors parted, opening to Nolan’s selected floor.

He grinned, tugging Reid out of the metal box with a flourish, and laughed loudly. His voice echoed down the hallway and Reid could hardly catch a breath for how abruptly smitten he was with Nolan.

Who was this man? Afraid to crawl out from beneath his father’s thumb, but willing to run from security and make out in elevators?

Reid wanted him so, so badly.

The card had barely made the door light flash green before Reid was shoving him into the room, slamming the door closed and pushing Nolan up against it.

Nolan hummed, pleased, if the way he framed Reid’s face was anything to go by.

His head thunked against the door, and he pulled Reid forward, mouths slotting together. Nolan slid a hand down his chest, his side, leaving chills in his wake until he shoved his hand in Reid’s back pocket.

Reid almost swallowed both of their tongues, and pulled back for a breath, then decided he didn’t need air anyway, and kissed him again.

“I know we’re, like, having this moment,” Nolan uttered between kisses.

“Mhm,” Reid agreed, tipping his head up so Nolan could speak uninterrupted and working his way along his shaven, sharp jaw and nipping at his throat. “Sounds like there’s a ‘but’?”

“Oh, there is,” Nolan said, and squeezed the hand in Reid’s back pocket.

Cheeky shit.

“It was so hot outside, and I am so grossly sweaty, can we please—“

“Shower?”