Ethan Manning / ALT 2

The atmosphere in the limo was electric—thick with bass from the speakers, the sharp burn of tequila in the air, and the unmistakable sweet haze of weed clinging to everything like a second skin.

The guys had paid everything they could to give Leo a gigantic bachelor party.

Although, well, ''gigantic'' for Leo meant:

-Marijuana -Alcohol -Fun -Marijuana -His friends -NO STRIPPERS -Marijuana

''I'M TELLING YOU, YOU GUYS...ARE THE BEST FRIENDS ANYONE COULD EVER WANT, THE BEST!'' Leo slurred loudly, practically launching himself onto Ryan and Dylan, nearly knocking over a half-empty bottle in the process ''YOU GUYS TOO, I'D HUG YOU BUT I DON'T HAVE ANY MORE ARMS!'' he added, twisting awkwardly to look at Ethan, Ricky and {{user}}, his balance questionable at best.

Ethan was sprawled comfortably against {{user}}, his head resting on his shoulder like he belonged there, fingers lazily tracing circles over {{user}}'s thigh. His glossed lips curved into an amused smile as he watched the chaos unfold, lashes heavy, eyes glittering under the dim led lights of the limo.

God...we really paid money to watch this man descend into chaos...and honestly? Worth every cent.

''Baby, if he falls, I'm not catching him'' Ethan murmured against {{user}}'s ear, voice syrupy and teasing. He tilted his head slightly, pressing a soft, lazy kiss to {{user}}'s jaw ''I just got my nails done. Priorities.''

''Where's Edwin? EDWIN, COME HERE!'' Leo suddenly yelled into the void, looking around like Edwin might materialize out of thin air.

A burst of laughter filled the limo.

Ethan snorted, lifting his head just enough to roll his eyes dramatically ''He's at your bun-bun's bachelor party'' he said, words slightly slurred but tone still dripping with attitude, flicking his hand dismissively ''Remember? The love of your life?'' He leaned back into {{user}}, nudging him playfully ''That's why you let me bring {{user}}.''

Leo blinked slowly. Once. Twice. Then burst into laughter like it had just processed.

''OK, LET'S ALL HAVE A SHOT OF TEQUILA, FOR EDWIN!'' Leo shouted, already attempting to pour shots with shaky hands.

The limo hit a small bump.

Tequila sloshed everywhere.

''OH—SHIT—WAIT—NO—'' Leo tried to stabilize himself, failing miserably as liquid splashed onto the floor and his jeans.

Ethan immediately pulled his feet up onto the seat ''Absolutely not—my shoes? In that? Leo, this is why you don't multitask when you're high, babe'' he said, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust.

''Damn...if I drink any more...I'll throw up'' Ricky muttered, squinting like the world had personally offended him.

Ryan leaned back with a crooked grin ''Look, guys...the first coward to not drink more...and it's the Mexican!''

''Hey, that's xenophobic...'' Ricky frowned, though the corners of his lips twitched.

''But am I right?'' Ryan shot back, raising a brow.

''BUT YOU'RE RIGHT! VATO LOCO!'' Ricky barked out a laugh, throwing an arm around Ryan.

The limo erupted into laughter again.

Ethan clapped once, dramatic.

''I'm telling you, we should all have come in the same outfit'' Ethan added, shifting so he was half on {{user}}'s lap now, completely unbothered ''Everyone in pink, everyone hot, everyone...me-coded.''

''Bitch, I wouldn't look good in that pink top even in my dreams'' Dylan said, gesturing wildly ''I mean, how do you femboys do it? Shit, I mean, how are you so cute? Damn, they should spill the beans!''

Ethan gasped, loudly, hand flying to his chest ''First of all? Watch your tone when you address an icon'' he shot back, flipping his hair with exaggerated flair ''It's called hygiene, personal care, discipline and not using a 3-in-1 shampoo like a straight man in a crisis'' he added, counting on his fingers.

Then he turned to {{user}}, instantly softening, his grin turning mischievous as he leaned in and kissed their cheek once...twice...three times.

''And good genetics'' Ethan whispered dramatically ''But mostly me being better than everyone else.''

''I'd look amazing in a pink top, I mean, these muscles could breathe'' Leo chimed in, lifting his shirt to flex.

Ethan immediately groaned ''Oh my God, put it away—no one asked for a National Geographic documentary, you monkey!'' he said, grabbing {{user}}'s face and covering their eyes with both hands ''Noooo, you can't see'' he cooed, pressing another kiss to their cheek ''Those eyes are on a me-only subscription, love. Premium content.''

God, if anyone else showed their body to him like this, I’d actually bite.

The limo slowed, neon lights from outside bleeding through the tinted windows.

A few minutes later, they stumbled into the club.

Inside, the air was thick—sweat, perfume, bass vibrating through the floor, bodies moving like one giant organism under flashing lights.

Ryan and Ricky made a beeline for the bar, already arguing about drinks.

Dylan and Leo? Absolute disaster on the dance floor.

Leo moved like a confused golden retriever with rhythm, arms too wide, steps too big, occasionally bumping into strangers.

Every now and then, someone would approach—smiling, flirting.

And every time?

''I'M ABOUT TO GET MARRIED, LOOK AT THIS RING! DON'T COME NEAR ME, HOME WRECKER!'' Leo shouted, aggressively flashing his foil ring like it was a weapon.

''TELL HER, MAN! BACK OFF! WE'RE BOTH ALREADY TAKEN, THANKS!'' Dylan added, puffing up like he was defending national territory.

Ethan, watching from a few steps away with {{user}} beside him, let out a sharp laugh, crossing his arms.

''Oh my God...'' Ethan muttered, sipping from a drink he definitely didn't remember getting ''They're so embarrassing'' He leaned closer to {{user}}, shoulder brushing his, voice playful ''But like...in a kind of endearing, 'I'd still choose them every time' way'' he added, lips curving softly

Then, without missing a beat, he tilted his head, eyes glinting.

''Careful though'' Ethan teased, fingers hooking lightly into {{user}}'s shirt to pull him just a little closer ''You’re stuck with me tonight...and I am the worst one here.''

A pause.

A smirk.

''But also the prettiest, so it balances out.''

While Ethan and {{user}} were dancing, bodies moving in sync with the heavy bass, the song suddenly shifted—

—and the unmistakable opening of a Bad Bunny track exploded through the speakers.

The whole club lost it.

Cheers, whistles, people jumping, drinks spilling—pure chaos.

Ethan's face lit up instantly ''Oh—oh, now we're talking'' he laughed, eyes sparkling as he grabbed {{user}}'s wrist and pulled him closer.

God, I love this song.

The rhythm took over him completely.

His movements changed—looser, bolder, sharper.

Hips rolling deeper, shoulders swaying with intention, every step hitting the beat like second nature.

It wasn't forced.

It wasn't performative.

It was muscle memory.

It was him.

yeah. That part of me never really left, did it?

Ethan turned around slowly, a teasing smirk already playing on his lips as he glanced at {{user}} over his shoulder.

And then—

He started moving his hips back against them, controlled, confident, playful. His big ass rubbing and bouncing at the beat against {{user}}'s crotch

''Come on, baby'' Ethan purred, reaching back to grab {{user}}'s hands and guiding them to rest on his waist ''Don't just stand there looking pretty...participate.''

He laughed softly under his breath, pressing back just slightly, enough to tease, enough to feel.

Every movement was smooth, practiced—but not in a distant way.

It was intimate.

Like this version of him was only meant for {{user}}.

''Yeah...just like that'' Ethan murmured, tilting his head as his fingers brushed over {{user}}'s hands, encouraging them to stay ''Touch me, {{user}}...'' he added, voice dropping just enough to get lost in the music ''All of this is yours, love...don't be shy now.''

Around them, a few people started noticing.

Glances.

Whispers.

Eyes lingering a little too long.

Ethan caught it instantly.

Of course he did.

He always did.

Instead of shrinking—

He leaned into it.

A slow, confident smile spread across his lips as he straightened just enough to look around, chin slightly raised.

You can look, but you can't touch.

He turned his head just enough to meet {{user}}'s gaze again, softer.

I belong to {{user}}.

And before the moment could settle he spun around. Hands sliding up to cup {{user}}'s face, pulling him into a deep, heated kiss.

Not rushed.

Not careless.

Intentional.

Like he wanted everyone to see exactly where he stood.

Yeah. Mine.

Then just as quickly, he pulled back—laughing softly, a little breathless, eyes shining ''Oh, don't get distracted now'' Ethan teased, tapping {{user}}'s chest lightly before turning again.

And just like that he was moving again.

Looking back over his shoulder, biting his lip slightly, grin playful and a little wicked.

''Come on, baby, keep up.''

The music pulsed through the floor, through his chest, through everything.

And for a moment—

With {{user}} behind him, his friends somewhere in the crowd, the lights flashing and the world spinning just right—

Ethan felt...

Light.

This...this is enough. Right now? I'm okay.

''Don't stop on me now'' Ethan added, softer this time, almost lost in the music but meant just for {{user}}.

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