"It's so good to see you!" Lolly says engulfing me in a hug from behind the bar, "We all went to see you earlier and you were amazing!" She sings into my ear. We'd all congregated at Nicki's after the show, its usually what happens during pride, except the past few years I've always been working and tonight I actually get to enjoy the party aspect rather than just observe It.

"Right, shots!" Sammy announces sauntering over to us with a tray, "Let's take these over there," he points to a reserved booth at the edge of the dance floor, "Because my feet are killing me!" he snickers looking down at the six-inch heels that are attached to his feet.

He dances through the sweaty bodies crowding the dance floor, Colton follows weaving a path for us, he pulls me behind him with my hand glued to his so I don't get swept into the crowd. We all crowd into a booth, pilling on top of each other... or rather me ontop of Colton. He pulled me onto his lap and I didn't protest.

" TO GETTING WASTED!" Sofia says as everyone picks up a shot and throws it down their necks, I watch their faces grimace as the green liquid burns their throats. Sometimes I do wonder what alcohol's like, I see everyone else drinking and I want to join in too. It does make me feel isolated at social events and I consider trying it, picking up a small glass and knocking it down my neck... but then I remember what alcohol does and how it's destroyed so much in my life. The threatening consequences it has and the damage its caused, I always wonder if addiction issues are genetic... it's a fear that gnaws away at me every time I'm around alcohol.

"What's up, babe?" Colton squeezes my waist as my body flutters at his term of endearment, his creased brows bring me out of my overthinking.

"Nothing, I'm good." I smile at him and I actually mean it, I don't need alcohol when he's next to me because he never makes me feel isolated.

A few rounds later I can feel myself getting drowsy, I'm fucking exhausted and just looking at Sofia out on the dance floor makes me want my bed even more. I'm slouched over the table with Jacob making out beside me, Sammy slut dropping in front of me and Sofia and Nicki grinding on some guy to the left of me.

Colton and Will are over at the bar chatting with what looks like fans, they all grapple at him and swoon over him. A pang of jealousy shoots through me, all I want to do is go over there and kiss him right in front of everyone but I'm not going to be a phsyco girlfriend who doesn't trust her man.

Well, not... girlfriend... whatever we are I guess?

He seems slightly distant, trying to hold them at arm's length but when his eyes find mine he smiles warmly and reassuringly at me. Politely he excuses himself and walks back over to the table pulling my body into his side as he plops down next to me. I drearily rest my head on his shoulder, listing to the mummers of his voice making conversation with the others around our table. Eventually, everyone's up dancing and its just us in the booth.

"You look tired, do you want to go back to yours?" Colton asks into my ear.

"Yeah actually I might head home, I'm exhausted." I smile weakly at him and stand up.

"Let me just tell the guys were going at we'll leave okay?" He says standing behind me, searching the crowd.

"Wait, you stay! I don't want to ruin your night. I'm fine getting home myself." I rush feeling guilty.

"One, you're not walking home alone, it's nearly half one in the morning and you're not ruining my night. I'd pick you over these wasted dicks any day or night." He snickers, finding Will across the room, he gestures to him we're leaving as I shoot Sofia a text.

She probably won't read it until tomorrow and that's if she hasn't lost her phone ... the number of times she's had to claim it from the underground lost property office.

The tubes are usually pretty silent at this time of night but since its pride, there are more unstable party-goers wandering about the platform singing off-key and nearly face-planting whilst trying to keep hold of their eleven pound Tesco vodka. The underground is streaked with rainbows and odd patches of glitter, the service notice boards are full of insparative Pride related quotes and most of the staff are dressed up or wearing some symbol of support. London does Pride on another level, the entire city participates. Even the pedestrian crossing lights have gender symbols on them.

After a mildly amusing tube ride, I'm shoving my key into the lock and opening our apartment door. I flick on the lights and watch Colton head straight for the kitchen. I drop my keys onto the counter and hop up onto the island, still watching him search ravenously through my kitchen cupboards. He eventually finds some of my ice cream in the freezer and some... ready salted crisps...

"You hungry?" I laugh as he shoves an ice cream topped crisp in his mouth. He nods in reply walking closer to me until he's in between my legs. He finally gets a spoon and right before he can put it in his mouth I swoop forward and steal the mountain of ice cream on the silverware. He gasps in shock but all I can focus on is the now apparent brain freeze it's given me. I scrunch my face up in disdain, Colton obviously finds humour in this.

"Karmas a bitch huh," he chuckles.

"Ugh, you're a bitch." I moan shoving him in the chest.

"Wow, you don't need to be so mean," he pouts childishly, his bottom lip quivers slightly.

"Oh shush you big baby." my eyebrows raise.

"Why don't you make me?" he winks, his eyes darkening. I can't help but laugh, "What's so funny?" he suddenly cages me by putting his hands on the counter beside my bare thighs.

"It's just... that was the cringest and most cliché thing ever." His hands move from the counter to my waist, goosebumps visibly pimpling over my skin.

"Alright how about this one then," he smirks pushing even closer to me, I don't move back, I only stare deeper into his darkening blue eyes, "I may be hungry for food but I'm even hungrier for you," He growls, this time I find myself gulping under his smouldering gaze, his hands tighten on my waist as he dips down to my neck," I require something sweet, preferably between your le-" I slap him on the back.

His hands grab my wrist and make circles on them, I flinch away, but he quickly pulls them back and places kisses all over my marks.

"Colton!" I can feel my cheeks heating rapidly as he chuckles against my skin. His mouth moves down my skin, sucking as his hands explore my bare thighs. His fingers inching towards the hem of my denim shorts. I let my hands draw up and down his back, feeling his muscles contract under my fingertips. His mouth travels back up to mine, passion and fire erupts on my lips and a small moan from the back of my throat grants his tongue entrance into my mouth. My fatigue slips away with every burn on my skin.

His callous fingertips wander up my bare torso, the roughness adding an element of pleaser, typical guitarist fingers. They wander up to my breasts, cupping them through the thin bikini top material before they slip around to my back and gently undo the clasp one-handed. My top falters off, allowing him to trail tended kisses across my collarbone and down over my breasts. His mouth moves over my nipple and tugs slightly sending endorphins rushing down my veins.

Before he can continue he looks up into my eyes, his pupils fully dilated and full of arousal, "Is this okay?" I nod down at him with a smile, flutters consume my stomach. I drag my nails across his back, applying more pressure than is probably necessary. After swapping sides and delivering the same amount of pleaser his tongue plunges back into my mouth, harder. My lungs stumble for air, my body swells and I can feel him hardening between my legs. I nearly fall back on the counter but he hooks his arm around my back pulling my bare chest closer into his.

Without breaking out lip contact he lifts my thighs until my legs are wrapped around his waist, I giggle into his mouth taking me by surprise. He carries me through the apartment until I'm twisting the doorknob to my bedroom. Carefully I'm lowered onto the bed until my back is making contact with the mattress. Colton hovers on top of me, holding my hands above my head. He moves down my body until his fingers rest at the button of my shorts, I wiggle my hips up allowing him to shimmy them down my legs, my skin on fire.

"God, you're so beautiful." He whispers against my skin. Fireworks erupt in my stomach and a deep blush heats my cheeks.

"Your blush is the fucking cutest too." He chuckles, his body moving against mine. The cheeky glint in his eyes causes the ache between my thighs to grow, the need for him desperate.

His fingers make their way past the lace band sitting on my hips so he can dip his head between my legs.

"Are you sure you want this?" Colton cups my face, inches away, breathing heavily. I smile and run my thumb down his face. I'd always thought I'd be petrified to do this again, I've gotten this close with people before but always backed out, but with Colton... this is exactly what I want, I feel safe and happy.

"More than anything," I whisper.

And that was all he needed before he placed a foil packet in his mouth to tear.

Double update since I'm feeling nice ;))
It's nearly Christmas so- I hope you enjoyed this Riskayyy chapter;)

Thanks for reading! 🎄🎄🎄🎄
Iz x