Jordan's eyes widened. "Where is he? Is he still with the other guy?" he whispered yelled, suddenly remembering why they were here.

"No, he's alone at the bar. He's staring though, doesn't look very happy. Are you sure he doesn't want you too, sweetie?" he softly asked.

"I-I don't know! How could I know?!" He told him desperately.

"Well, I mean, we could try to make him react if you want." Oliver offered.

"What?! How?" Jordan retorted.

"You can kiss me if you want." The blonde told him with a smile. "I wouldn't mind."

Jordan felt his face heating up. He really wanted to kiss Oliver, and he also needed to know if it would make Aaron jealous, so it sounded like a good plan.

"Okay." He said shyly.

Oliver didn't miss a beat and leaned down to meet the curly boy's lips. It was a soft, slow kiss. It lasted a few seconds, until Oliver's lips left his own to move to his jaw. Jordan closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling. It had been a long time since he had allow himself this, ever since Aaron moved out and he realized his true feelings he had been totally against doing anything with someone else. Maybe this was good.

Oliver lowered his kisses until he reached Jordan's neck, and the boy's mind just turn to putty. The taller of the two was leaving tiny, open mouth kisses all over his neck until he kissed one particular place that made Jordan's eye shot open and roll to the back of his head. He whimpered, trying to regain stability when he locked eyes with Aaron, mirroring the scene that had happened earlier that night. At any other moment, he would have immediately avoided his friend's gaze, but right now, he was getting tired of the confusion. He needed answers. Maybe the alcohol was playing an important role too, but he didn't mind. He was enjoying this.

Aaron on the other hand, didn't seem to be enjoying much. He had a deep frown and was intensely glaring at the two. Jordan kept the eye contact for a while, before taking a step back and looking up at Oliver.

"T-Thank you." He breathed out, softly smiling at the other.

Oliver was flushed; his opened button up revealing his blush went down to his chest.

"You're gorgeous." He told him with a little smile. "Do you think it worked?" He asked.

"I don't know. He's still staring. I should go and check. Is that okay?" He asked back, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for using Oliver too, but the older one had offered himself on the first place.

"Of course, beautiful. Go get your man. And if he really is an idiot, you can always come back and find me" He told him with a wink and a smirk, before turning away and heading to the back of the club.

Jordan turned the other way in order to confront his friend, who was now sitting at a stool giving him his back.

"Hey" the boy told Aaron once he sat down.

"I thought you weren't interested." He responded bluntly.

"What do you care?" He sharply answered back, his eyes widening when his friend glared at him. He felt so small under his gaze, embarrassed even, but he also found himself getting so turned on by his friend's apparent dominance over him. "Sorry." He ended up adding to his outburst.

"You just made me look like an absolute idiot. I played the part of your little boyfriend only for you to go running to that stupid guy's arms."

"Firstly, I did not ask you to do that, and secondly, how do you think you made me look when you were dancing with that guy?" Jordan shot back defensibly. "Don't guilt trip me, dude. What the heck has gotten into you?"

"Guys are jerks, Jordan. I don't want you getting hurt." Aaron answered, his defensive tone not so present anymore.

Jordan couldn't help but snort at that answer. Aaron was being the biggest jerk in town right now.

"Yeah, no shit." He said shaking his head. He grabbed his long forgotten drink from the bar, chugging the rest of it. He was not having this right now.

"Hey, slow down, what are you doing?" Aaron told him concerned.

"Having fun!" he responded, before turning around to go find Oliver. He was stopped by Aaron's hand grabbing his wrist though.

"Jordan, stop it. You aren't like this" The blonde told him concerned.

"STOP BABYING ME!" He screamed right at his face, forcing his wrist free from Aaron's grip before rushing to the dancefloor.

Aaron stood at the bar shocked. He didn't know what to feel. His friend had never raised his voice at him.

Jordan couldn't find Oliver as quickly as he wanted to, so he started dancing with the first random guy that looked at him. Every few minutes he would look back to see if Aaron was looking. And he was, but he didn't seem angry anymore. He looked sad and... disappointed. Jordan didn't let that stop him, he didn't want to worry about that right now, and he just wanted to have fun.