✓4 - Dick Candy

Stefan stifled Preston's yell by clamping a hand over his mouth and Preston bit down as hard as he could.

"Shit!" Stefan cussed, snatching his injured hand away. "You're not worth the hassle, anyway. Stupid, whiny bitch,"

Preston's knees gave way as Stefan finally let go of his mouth. He sagged against the wall, breathing hard with tears streaming down his cheeks, waiting for Stefan to go.

But then he caught a voice, one he recognised. "You fucking asshole!"

Preston turned just in time to see Stefan being dragged out of the stall, his trousers and underwear in a puddle around his feet and his monstrous dick hanging free.

Preston tugged his jeans up and followed, eager to see how things played out.

Stefan was slammed into a wall by a furious-looking Rex. "You slimy bastard!" he gritted out. "If you don't want that pretty little dick of yours to be ripped out of your body, I suggest you keep it where it's wanted in the future," His grip on Stefan's shirt was so tight, Preston feared the asshole would give up breathing any time soon. Stefan whimpered pathetically as Rex pushed him harder against the wall. "Understand?"

The brute nodded, eyes lidden with fright.

There was a torturous silence, broken only by Stefan's uneven breathing where his windpipe was being constricted. Preston noticed some curious onlookers, all glaring at Stefan.

Rex let go of him suddenly and stepped back. "Fuck the hell out of here,"

Stefani pulled up his clothes and meandered through the crowd, not meeting anyone's eyes for fear of being attacked again.

Preston inhaled deeply, shuddering as tears brimmed in his eyes. The tension seized the moment Stefan ran out, and shame and horror swept all over him. His legs wobbled and he stumbled over to the wall, sliding down into a crumpled heap, his head on his knees as he began sobbing softly.

The onlookers spoke at once.

"You okay there, man?"

"Mate, are you hurt? Do we need to call the security?"

"What the hell just happened?"

But Rex's voice boomed above others. "Let him, alone guys. He needs space. So let him handle this, yeah?"

It took a minute for the others voices to fade while Rex loomed before him, his hand resting reassuringly on Preston's shoulder. "Breathe, Pres. Keep it slow and even,"

Once Preston's breathing stabilized, he lifted his head. Rex smiled at him, never taking his hand off his shoulder.

"Thanks," Preston tried to smile.

"There's nothing to thank me for. I knew I came late and for that I'm sorry. You don't deserve any of that,"

"I guess. You gave him quite a scare, though,"

"Maybe. Did he hurt you — physically, I mean?"

"No, I don't think so," Preston checked his body over, raising his fingertips to a sore spot on his left temple. "A bit here, I think, where he banged my head against the wall,"

Rex hesitated, touching the spot with trembling fingers. "It's gonna bruise soon. Come on, let's get some ice on it from the bar,"

"No, please," Preston clutched his legs. "Don't leave me here," he flushed at how needy he sounded, but Rex was the only solid thing he could cling to and not be afraid of falling. "Just take me home,"

"Alright. I'd go out with you and we'd both find a taxi. Sounds good?"

Preston nodded. "Yeah, but I better text Derek — to tell him I'm leaving,"

Rex frowned. "Won't he leave with you,"

"Nah, I don't want to ruin this night for him too. He seemed to be having quite some fun back in there. I'll be fine once I'm home,"

But when he pulled out his phone, he saw a notification he'd missed before all that drama. He huffed as he clicked on it.

Sorry to ditch you, but I got lucky. Banging that sexy twink right now. Derek boo FTW.

Rex arched a brow at him questioningly, so Preston handed him the phone to read for himself. Preston grinned. "He's so lucky nowadays,"

Rex chuckled ruefully. "I'd agree to that. Come on now, let's get you home,"

It took them thirty minutes to find a taxi heading Preston's way and he was exhausted when he finally let himself into the flat he shared with Derek. He was so relieved Derek wasn't around. Reliving his night with Stefan again would be horrible.

Rex insisted on coming in with him. "My home's not far from here so I'll walk. I want to be sure you're okay after that bump on the head and tucked in to sleep,"

Preston wobbled between the taxi and his front door, and Rex reached out to put an arm around him for support.

"Oops, I'm so sorry," Preston apologized gleefully. "I guess I had too many shots tonight,"

Rex led him straight to bed then went downstairs to search around the kitchen. Preston wondered what he was doing. Eventually, Rex returned with a cup of hot cocoa, some painkillers and a pack of ice cubes wrapped in a napkin.

"Those are Derek's cubes. He normally uses them to chill his tea every morning,"

"Given your state, I'm sure he won't mind," Rex pressed the icepack against Preston's aching temple. It felt cool.

Once Preston had drunk the hot cocoa, taken the pills and kept the icepack for twenty minutes or so, he felt so much better, though he was still woozy from the vodka he had.

In Rex's role of protector, Preston found him even sexier than before. Preston hadn't noticed what he was wearing in the aftermath of the whole Stefan fiasco and the taxi had been too dark. But now he could see and appreciate the black sleek leather jacket that clung to Rex's lean frame, giving him that bad boy outlook. As Preston downed the last drop of cocoa, with Rex seated by the edge of the bed, his cock throbbed painfully, pushing against his underwear. A reminder that he was supposed to sleep with tonight.

Then Rex sighed and said. "Guess I'd have to be on my way now since you're feeling better,"

Disappointment made Preston's face pale at the thought of him leaving. "You can stay here if you want," he said quickly. "I mean... it's past ten and you must be tired. It's not safe walking home alone in the dark, what if something happens to you?"

Rex's expression was neutral as he studied Preston. "Relax, I've done this before. Nothing's gonna happen to me," he said quietly. "But I don't mind staying here if it'd make you feel safe. I can sleep on the sofa if you've got a blanket to spare,"

"How about you sleep with me?" Preston closed his eyes momentarily, trying to fight back the headache and at the same time cursing himself for making such a thoughtless move. "Um... it's the little I can do as thanks for saving me. Moreover, the sofa's hard to lay on," he slurred, head pounding.

"Pres, you don't have to do anything, and I can manage staying on the sofa no matter how hard it is,"

"Oh," Preston's head dropped, cheeks flushing with humiliation. "I guess you've made up your mind about not wanting me,"

"It's not like I don't want you Pres, you're the kindest and most adorable person I've ever known.

But I don't want you to have sex with me because you feel you owe me for saving your ass tonight. I simply did what every normal human would have done in this situation,"

Preston smiled in relief. "I don't want to have sex with you because I'm grateful, you fool. It's just that I have this feeling, this connection that makes me want to be with you every single second. It can't be helped with your sweet face and hot body," he laughed, his words slurred again.

Rex smirked, shaking his head. "How many shots exactly did you have tonight?"

"Um, maybe twelve?" Preston retorted, shifting uncomfortably.

"You're not even sure. Look, Pres, you're drunk. Real drunk and I'm flattered that you find me hot. But I can't take you seriously when you're like this. You look...wrecked,"

Preston swallowed. Rex was right, his pupils tingled aiding his blurred vision. But bad eyesight didn't mean he'd give up, heh? He opened his mouth to protest but Rex cut him off.

"I'm leaving now, you sure you're gonna be okay on your own?"

"Yup, I'll manage,"

Rex leaned towards him slowly, then pressed a chaste kiss on his cheeks. "See you Monday, Pres,"

Preston's face flushed, his heart-melting at Rex's intimate gesture. "Yeah, sure. Night Rex,"

Preston got back into bed as Rex closed the door behind him. Exhausted now, he turned off the lamp and curled on his side, hugging his pillow and smiling.

His dreams were filled with all things Rex.