11-22-2016, 02:45 AM
Link grinned across the table at Bryce, the poor man who was trying so hard to keep his shit together. It was obvious that the larger man had dragged him here, and Bryce had little clue as to what he was doing. "I'm Link Barnes. This is my friend, Fife Cole." He glanced over his shoulder at the smaller man and frowned. "Sit, Fife. You're hovering."
Fife kept a skeptical eye on the British man, but sat as he was told.
Perhaps there was some sort of affection there, but whatever it was, it was strictly brotherly, made obvious by the way Fife glared at him occasionally, and the way they never seemed to touch each other.
Link turned his attention back to Bryce. "So you're here browsing, then. We've seen plenty of clients breeze through the compound." He was tempted to warn Bryce off of trying to take Fife, but it was clear he was in the market for something a little more rugged. A little more like himself. Link briefly turned the thought around in his head and smirked. If Mr. Zayn wanted a rough tumble, Link could give him one, but rock stars were inclined to being complicated and spoiled. Link had little patience for petty drama.
But, he couldn't judge until he'd tested the goods. "A walk. A reasonable request." He stood in one fluid motion, his body now fully on display. It was possible he could outrun, outmaneuver, and all around outdo Bryce. But that was yet to be seen.
Fife frowned and started to stand slowly, not sure if he was invited on the walk. No one had ever shown Link this much interest before. What if he was bought?! What if he left Fife?! What if he actually found a home outside this hellhole and never thought of Fife again?! Something was both tight and fluttering in panic at the thought that his best friend was about to walk out of his life.
His knuckles were white where he gripped the table, looking ready to bolt or attack. Yes, he wanted Link to find happiness somewhere far away from here, but instincts were taking over and he was downright frantic.
Fife kept a skeptical eye on the British man, but sat as he was told.
Perhaps there was some sort of affection there, but whatever it was, it was strictly brotherly, made obvious by the way Fife glared at him occasionally, and the way they never seemed to touch each other.
Link turned his attention back to Bryce. "So you're here browsing, then. We've seen plenty of clients breeze through the compound." He was tempted to warn Bryce off of trying to take Fife, but it was clear he was in the market for something a little more rugged. A little more like himself. Link briefly turned the thought around in his head and smirked. If Mr. Zayn wanted a rough tumble, Link could give him one, but rock stars were inclined to being complicated and spoiled. Link had little patience for petty drama.
But, he couldn't judge until he'd tested the goods. "A walk. A reasonable request." He stood in one fluid motion, his body now fully on display. It was possible he could outrun, outmaneuver, and all around outdo Bryce. But that was yet to be seen.
Fife frowned and started to stand slowly, not sure if he was invited on the walk. No one had ever shown Link this much interest before. What if he was bought?! What if he left Fife?! What if he actually found a home outside this hellhole and never thought of Fife again?! Something was both tight and fluttering in panic at the thought that his best friend was about to walk out of his life.
His knuckles were white where he gripped the table, looking ready to bolt or attack. Yes, he wanted Link to find happiness somewhere far away from here, but instincts were taking over and he was downright frantic.