Sebastian Royals 27 years old at the top

***Mark's POV***

I watch the exchanges of glances and smiles perpetrated between Mak and Grey. I am blissfully happy for the two. My heart stirs a very small, almost invisible, pang of jealousy.

Every word whispered and kiss stolen is enchanting. The love radiates between the two like static electricity, threatening to spark a flame at any moment. They truly look stunning.

They balance the attention between one another and me. We talk and banter while we drink. Our attention spans across the bar of displays that host various sports and shows.

Someone initiates music from the jukebox and songs float thru the smokey bar air. Grey stands from his barstool and grabs Mak's hand, leading him to the empty dance floor sitting off to the side of the bar. Mak smiles gleefully and follows behind his boyfriend.

I stare dreamily as I watch their bodies meet together.

Grey pulls Mak tightly into his chest and wraps his own arm around Mak's waist. He clasps their intertwined fingers against his heart, between the two of them. His head is rested against Mak's forehead and you can read the words of the song gracefully chanting from Grey's lips. Mak's arm is draped over Grey's shoulder clutching the leather between his fingers.

They look as if no one exists outside of the two of them. They sway gently from side to side, lost in the moment. Patrons are entranced in their moment, privately enjoying the display.

My show is abruptly disturbed by a presence sliding beside me.

I look up and cock an eyebrow as I take in the figure that has interrupted my vision.

He's tall, tan and absolutely stunning. His eyes are a piercing ice blue and highlighted by perfectly sculpted black brows. His skin is the color of creamy coffee and he has the sexiest smile I have ever seen.

Everything in my body is awakened at the sight before me. If I was bi-curious before, I am completely interested now. I want to touch his tattooed skin and run my fingers against the silky skin highlighting his cheek bones.

I just stare. Unashamed and wordless, I stare.

"I came over to ask you for a dance." The sexy man whispers thru his plump, bubblegum tinted lips. He tilts his head to the side, captivating me in his orbs.

Without pause, I rise from my seat and take his outstretched hand. My fingertips sizzling at the contact of our skin. I follow blindly in the direction of the dance floor.

He leads me beside Grey and Mak.

Grey lifts his eyes off of Mak and smiles brightly at me. I wink towards him and snap my attention back to the alluring stranger that is wrapping his arms around the small of my back.

I wrap both my hands around each of his hulking biceps. The feel of the engorged muscles raking pleasure thru my torso. He pulls me closer and begins to sway. My mind is wrapped up in his beauty and my senses are stricken by his scent.

Oh God he smells like raw masculinity and desire.

"What's your name, handsome?" He speaks lowly in a deep husky voice that stirs my body into a fit of fire. His eyes not moving off of my own.

"Mark." I whisper. His dominant presence is overwhelming and my nerves are screaming out a distinct form of bashfulness. It's odd and completely off from my boisterous nature.

"Sebastian." He winks and I feel like my legs are going to buckle.

Fucking hell.

We dance in sync, rocking slowly from side to side. Our eyes completely lost on one another. I bite my lip continuously while trying to wrap my head around the lust that is clouding rational thoughts.

He is sinfully gorgeous.

He licks his lips before placing a soft and penetrating kiss upon my cheek. Heat fills my face and tingles dance across the flesh he has just marked.

Unglued. Off kilter. Mesmerized. Enraptured.

A thousand thoughts run a marathon thru my head. Everywhere our bodies are connecting is burning.

The song ends and another begins and we just stay connected. We dance and dance, right beside my best friends. I make no move to leave the pier that is burning my body with heated flushes of sex fueled desire.

"Do you guys play darts?" Sebastian asks.

Grey interrupts with a hand towards Sebastian. Sebastian shakes his hand, both exchanging names. Grey introduces Mak and I explain we are all best friends.

Silently we make our way to the dart boards.

We pick out house darts, Grey loading credits on the machine and setting up a game of 701. Easy in and easy out, just don't bust.

I go first, at everyone's insistence and easily pull a double twenty, a bullseye and an 8. My score highlights on the board, counting down to 603. Grey high fives me, Mak punches my arm and Sebastian kisses my cheek again.

Have mercy!

Mak scampers off and comes back with four jack and Sprites and four Heinekens. He sets the tray down and passes out the mixed drinks.

Grey steps up and lands two bullseyes and a twenty causing the low ton banner to flit across the screen, receiving a kiss on the lips from Mak. 581 illuminated under Player 2. We congratulate him and fist bump before Sebastian readies himself at the line.

Sebastian hits two bullseyes and a ten. The familiar banner pops up and Player 3 score drops to 591. Sebastian fist bumps Grey and Mak. He smirks and turns to me, poking his finger into his cheek lightly. I walk over and place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

I turn to walk away and he pulls my hand towards him, our chests bumping. He leans down and his finger tips lift my chin. He places a soft, velvety kiss on my lips. My mouth tingles as we pull away and he beams a victorious smile toward me. My blood is boiling and electricity is lighting my skin from the inside out.

His lips are soft and full. They taste like liquor and his breath that had fanned across my face completely stole my breath. I feel like a school girl with the warm fuzzy static buzzing inside of me.

Mak takes his place at the line. He turns his head over his shoulder and shoots a cocky grin towards each of us. He blows a kiss at Grey mockingly. His feet are planted firmly six inches apart. He twists his hip slightly, pulls his arm slightly back and sends all three darts at once sailing towards the board.

Every fucking dart hits the god damn bullseye.

Mak laughs manically and throws his head back in a howl.

Grey stands stunned. I'm shocked into an "O" face. Sebastian joins Mak laughing.

"What the fuck was that?" Grey squeals out a high pitched sound of utter shock.

"Practice." Mak giggles as he shrugs nonchalantly.

Sebastian is still shaking as his laughter rips thru the bar air.

I just stand there. Fucking stand there.

"How?" I finally mutter.

Sebastian cups my face and fans his breath across my lips.

He mutters "Breathe" into my lips as he lays an open mouth kiss upon my lips and nibbles my bottom one.

Mak skips over to Grey and plants a scorching kiss on his lips, Grey mumbles "unfair and cheater" as Mak devours his mouth. Grey gives in when Mak's tongue fills his mouth and they start making out.

The scoreboard is lit with high ton and confetti is dancing across the screen. Player four sits at 401.

Defeat is in the air like a dark cloud as we go thru the next three rounds. Mak is a fucking shark and wipes the floor with all of our asses.

We congratulate the little fucker and he bounces around the bar, twerking his ass like Anel Li. Grey is staring like a bear in heat. Sebastian and I laughing at his victory dance.

Grey demands we play pool to even the playing field. No doubt sore his boyfriend handed him his ass on a platinum platter.

Since Mak won he decides to break. I rack the pool balls, and set the eight ball on top of the frame. I flick my wrists, removing my thumb off the eight ball. It nestles inside the rack, tightly tucked in the center.

Mak walks over to the cone chalk and glances at Grey while he wraps both palms around the cone and sensually rubs his hands up and down the length. Grey shifts in his stance, his erection tightening his skinny jeans. Mak giggles and saunters to the cue rack, picking one at random.

Mak stands directly beside Grey and strokes his hands up and down the pool cue. Grey starts breathing heavy and slaps Mak's ass. Mak lets out a yelp followed by a giggle.

Sebastian leans towards me and says "They are adorable."

"I know." I laugh. The whole thing is incredibly sexy and I'm not even sure how Mak isn't leaned across that pool table having his brains fucked out.

Mak takes his place at the front of the table. He positions the cue ball behind the line. He bends down low, his eye level with the white ball. He slides the pool cue behind him, lifts his eyes, flutters his lashes at Grey and winks. Grey throws his head in laughter. Mak closes his eyes, releases his stroke and the balls go flying across the pool table.

Mak doesn't say a word as he opens his eyes and flicks the pool cue down onto the wall of the pool table. Nobody says a word as we try to understand what he just did. We all three glance at the table and Sebastian whistles loudly.

"He just fucking sunk the eight on the break." Sebastian shakes his head in amazement.

"Oh come on." Grey whines, throwing his hands in the air.

"Fucking show off." I mutter.

"Kid has skills." Sebastian laughs, clearly amused at the fucking fast eddy.

Mak bends over in front of Grey and shimmies his ass across Grey's lap like a stripper, giggling in sheer delight. Grey slides his hand up Mak's back and to his neck. He grips his fingers in his hair, bends over and runs his tongue up Mak's exposed neck. He growls lowly and barks "peacock" sending us all into a fit of laughter.

"Beer Pong." I shout.

There has to be something this kid sucks at, besides dick.

Sebastian gets a table and buys two pitchers, setting them down on either side of the beer pong table. He sets up ten cups on our side of the table and Grey does the same on his. They fill the cups up to the middle line.

Grey stares into my eyes, his brown orbs glaring mischievously into my blue eyes. We lock eyesight, elbows balanced in the air above the rack of cups. We both release the balls. Grey's rings the cup and the game starts with Grey.

We each make a cup and drink after a short cheers. The picture is a replica of the many nights we had in college. Sebastian and Mak take the balls in their hands. Mak smiling ruthlessly and Sebastian laughing.

I have a feeling we are about to need more platters.

Sure enough, Sebastian hits both balls into two cups. Two are removed. Mak slams both back. Mak then bounces one ball, landing it in the cup. He bounces the second and rims the same fucking cup. I move to finger the death cup and groan loudly when the ball plops down into the same fucking cup as the the other ball.

The game ends with us losing because Mak is apparently a fucking genius at bar games. Grey is ecstatic, Mak won them the game. We laugh ridiculously loud as we congratulate the little tiger on his victory.

"I'm not playing games with him ever again." I huff to Grey.

"Explain." Grey cocks a brow at his precious boyfriend who has his hands clasped behind his back, lashes fluttering innocently and his foot swiping across the concrete below him.

"I MAY have been a bar shark in college." Mak admits sheepishly feigning regret.

"You little shit." I point my finger at Mak and shake my head.

"You are a sneaky devil." Grey laughs.

"Genius." Sebastian guffaws.

"Literally." Grey and I confirm at the same time.

We finish off the beer in all the cups, all four of us. Grey calls an Uber and we all head back to my place, including Sebastian.

We get comfortable and I order some late night pizza from a 24 hour pizza place. The food arrives and we spend the night talking on my terrace. The Manhattan morning sun peaking above the horizon hours later. I fall asleep on Sebastian's lap after Grey falls asleep with Mak in his lap. Both sets of lovers seated in my comfortable lounge chairs.