Claimed for Christmas

Chapter Two

I step around to Mr blue shirt’s left side, I slide my arm through his, wrapping myself around him, cuddling closer as he gapes wordlessly up at Red.

‘Are you trying to f.uck MY boyfriend?’ Red continues, stepping closer so he’s literally looming over the man, who looks about ready to crap his pants as he stammers incoherently.

‘Excuse me! I am NOT your boyfriend anymore’ I snap in the most diva like voice I can manage, adding in a well practiced eyebrow arch to complete the show. ‘We broke up two weeks ago! Remember? So that means I am now free to flirt with and be f.ucked by any man I want.’

I press my whole body to Mr blue shirt’s arm, lifting my hand to trace his ear with my finger as he snaps his gaze to me, eyes widening further, ‘what? I wasn’t flirting! Let go of me!’

I hang on to his arm, rubbing up against him as I smile winningly. ‘Don’t let him bully you baby, Red is just a big old thug,’ I purr at him, batting my eyelashes. ‘He thinks he’s so tough just because he put the last guy who talked to me in the hospital . . . that’s why we broke up’ I add, throwing a vicious look toward Red, who scowls bitterly at the poor chump beside me. ‘I just can’t take your overreactions to every person I talk to, it's . . . it's . . . suffocating!’ I finish dramatically.

‘Overreaction? You had your f.ucking tongue down his throat Eli’ Red snarls back, crossing his arms over his chest, making his biceps bulge impressively.

I huff loudly, exaggeratingly rolling my eyes, ‘hello! I was checking his tonsils, he said his throat hurt! My God! You try to be a good person and help someone who might be sick and suddenly it’s this huge deal and the poor guy has three broken ribs and needs his ankle pinned together!’

‘You don’t check a guy’s tonsils like that sweetheart’ Red grits back.

‘See! Overreaction!’ I declare loudly again, waving my hand at him as though I’ve proven my point irrevocably. ‘You know that I took a first aid course for the strip club last year Red, I know how to check tonsils! Tell me, where did you get your medical degree to prove me wrong?’

Red swings his glare to our new friend, cracking his knuckles, ‘do you think I overreacted to him tongue f.ucking another guy?’ he asks dangerously.

Mr blue shirt shakes his head quickly, his eyes widening in panic ‘no! no, I think that you were absolutely right in your response, not overreacting at all . . .’

‘So you also agree that I should do the same to you as to that other f.ucker, I mean, you did just try to seduce my man, which is a lot worse don't you think?’ Red states.

‘What? NO! I . . No!’ Mr blue shirt splutters, ‘I wasn’t! I didn’t! . . he . . he came on to me!’

Red’s eyes narrow, ‘so you are saying my baby here, he . . came on to . . you.’

The guy beside me nods frantically, ‘yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying’ he agrees desperately.

‘Hmm’ Red muses, stretching an arm up behind his head to scratch at his nape, causing his short t-shirt to lift and reveal the start of some unbelievably well defined abs. ‘So, you are saying that my boyfriend here, is a slut’ he continues.

Mr blue shirt’s lips part as Red’s face turns to marble, the huge martial artist leaning closer. ‘You are saying, that he’s an easy piece of ass, is that it? You are disrespecting my baby? I don’t think I can have that . . .’

‘Wait! I didn’t, I never . . .’ our straight friend stammers, terrified now.

‘Aww baby! You’re defending me?’ I gasp, releasing our prey and stepping into Red who wraps a possessive arm around me, crushing me to his front as he glares at the other man over my head.

‘I’ll give you a two minute head start’ he snarls warningly, the other man needing no further prompts, as he spins around and runs for his life.

We collapse into laughter as he disappears into the crowd heading for the entrance.#

Wriggling out of Red’s grasp, I turn and head back to the bar, signalling Lance for two more drinks when I get there.

‘That was fun’ I state, chuckling as Red rests his hip against the bar beside me.

‘Yeah, I like playing with the straights’ he agrees, picking up the new fruity drink Lance places in front of him and lifting it toward me. I pick up my second rum and coke, clinking the glass to his.

‘To the smarmy assholes who give our straight friends a bad name’ I toast.

‘And to the straightdar’ Red replies, ‘may it always sound whenever said assholes are nearby so we can swoop in like a gay superhero team to protect our Lesbian comrades from their unwanted attention.’

‘I’ll drink to that’ I agree, the two of us taking a sip of our drinks.

‘So’ Red continues as he removes his glass from his lips, ‘when I had you pressed to my junk before . . . did you feel anything? I’m still available if you’ve changed your mind on the whole no f.ucking your friends thing . . . the alleyway round back has a dumpster we could use as a support . . .’

I press my hand to my chest, ‘oh what an offer’ I gush, ‘a quick f.uck by the dumpsters out back, I feel so special . . . how can I possibly say no? . . . oh yeah! . . No!’

Red blows out a breath, pouting at me, ‘fine’ he replies tartly, ‘I know when I’m not wanted!’ He looks around us at the crowd of sweaty bodies, his smile returning as he wriggles his shoulders suggestively. ‘at least help me find a cute guy to take home with me tonight instead, you owe me that at least.’

I grin, wrapping an arm around his waist and hugging him, ‘of course my friend, I am and always will be your fairy wing man.’

Red smirks, ‘you are the only man I’d let wing me baby’ he replies as his gaze roams over the crowd, checking the dance floor for anyone that he likes the look of.

‘Oh’ he adds, as I do the same, ‘and just so you know, if we had f.ucked behind the dumpsters, I can guarantee, it would not have been quick, I’m not just hung like a stallion my friend, I have the stamina of a racehorse to go with it.’

I laugh, shaking my head, ‘thanks for the visual’ I reply, ‘now let’s find you someone to use that stallion on before your balls explode.’