Jayden felt itchy, hot with arousal and barely able to keep himself distracted enough to not just get a hard-on in his suit trousers. He was semi-hard already, and as Darren’s playing wound down and the DJ took over, the first ‘dance’ dissolving into a kind of hug-and-sway between the married couple, Jayden leaned against the ballroom door and stared unabashedly at Darren’s lean form as he rose from the piano and straightened his waistcoat. He was utterly beautiful, and Jayden burned with the need to touch him.
He watched, waiting impatiently as Paul clapped hands with Darren and pulled him into a half-hug briefly, offering a glass of wine that was waved away. Darren turned towards the bar, and one of the bridesmaids—a beautiful girl Jayden vaguely remembered to be Lillian’s sister—caught
