Connor blinked up at him and smiled shyly. Dylan's heart began a rapid thumping in his chest as he gazed down at the beauty shining out at him. When Connor's smile deepened and the dimples appeared, Dylan began to salivate, frozen in place. The older man, whose arm was now fully around Connor, brought Dylan back to reality when he cleared his throat.
"Can I help you with somethin'?" The older man drawled loudly. Dylan's gaze shifted reluctantly from Connor's face to the glowering look on the face next to him.
"Yes, but not from you sweet pea," Dylan said nonchalantly, looking the older guy right in the eye in a direct challenge. "I was just gonna ask this sweet thing if he'd like to dance." Dylan forced himself to breathe through the dazzling smile he sent Connor as he returned his gaze to the shorter man's face.
Connor batted his long lashes and smiled back, locking eyes with Dylan. "I'm not much of a dancer," he said quietly while Dylan's heart skipped another beat. "But I can make an exception for you, beautiful," he finished.
Dylan heard an audible growl from the older guy as his hand dropped from around Connor's back as the young man slid off the barstool and reached out to take Dylan's hand.
Connor leaned over to the older man and pecked him on the cheek. "Maybe next time, Bill. Thanks for the drink sweetie," Dylan heard him say. Dylan noticed Bill's face fall as he realized he'd lost out to the much younger and prettier Dylan.
