Hunger Unleashed [Man X Man]

Chapter 17: When suppressed desires explode...the party!

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson

Pix: Guests dancing at the party

Video: SexyBack by Justin Timberlake

Enjoy!

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"Seriously man, just a hit." Ralph, one of Jean's friends slurred beside him. "Just to loosen you up. You don't have to blow the entire joint. Come on."

"Do I look like I'm going to do it?" An amused Jean pulled away from the sexy blond beauty who was rubbing her boobs against his arm and looked at his friend.

"You're no fun these days." Ralph grumbled as he moved away to dance with a group of equally drunk friends.

"Is he still trying to get you stoned?" Dean asked loudly over the sound of the music as he walked up to where Jean stood with one of his women. "Hey, Sandy." He kissed the blonde on both cheeks. "Dayum baby." Dean looked at Sandy's boxer-like shorts and bra-like top with its huge sleeves. "You look bootylicious." He grinned when Sandy gave a delightful laugh.

"You know Ralph never gives up." Jean chuckled. "A drunk Ralph is even worse. What's that?" He pointed to the glass in Dean's hand.

"Whiskey with a touch of lime." Dean responded, taking a sip of his drink.

"Good." Jean muttered as he took the glass from Dean. "Go get another."

"How about you give me my..." Dean stopped talking and turned to look behind him when he heard his name being called. "Finally..." He grinned elatedly as he gave Tristan, the husband of his friend Damon, a bear hug. "Where's Damon?" The two had flown in from Paris that very evening.

"Talking to your dad." Tristan grinned. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks." Dean released Tristan who promptly went to give Jean a hug.

"Happy birthday, Jean." Tristan said, smiling at Sandy who looked like she wanted to eat him up. "Hi, there."

"Hi, handsome." Sandy purred, drawing an amused chuckle from Jean. "Save me a dance, will you?"

"Sure." Tristan grinned. "Which would you prefer? A slow song or a fast one?"

"How about none?" Dean drawled as he draped an arm around Tristan's shoulders. "You need to ask his husband's permission to dance with him, Sandy." He told the smiling blonde as he steered a bemused Tristan away.

"Bullshit." Tristan laughed as Dean began to walk with him towards where his father stood, talking to Damon. "Why did you do that?"

"I'm enjoying watching her rub her boobs against Jean." Dean grinned. "He looks like he wants to bolt."

"Knowing Jean, he'll be fucking her in one of the bathrooms in the next five minutes." Tristan laughed.

"Wanna bet?"

Jean watched his brother and Tristan go and sighed. Why couldn't he just forget about Bradley and have fun like everyone was doing he thought as he allowed his gaze to shift around the huge brilliantly white hall. Everyone looked real good in their all-white, chic, sexy outfits. And looking at the beautifully decorated hall and how the guests seemed to be having the time of their lives, his sisters-in-law had outdone themselves. They'd rented the plush Ballroom of the Plaza Hotel that actually accommodated up to three thousand, five hundred people, and invited only three hundred and fifty people. There was, therefore, a portion of the hall beautifully arranged for dinner and a portion for a musical performance by Fuse ODG and Ariana Grande among others. Not only could the guests binge on champagne, fine vodka, vintage wines and other assorted drinks, they were also to enjoy an array of scrumptious meals prepared by the seasoned Iron Chef, Michael Symon himself. It was a beautiful setup and an expensive event which had his mother's signature all over it, Jean couldn't help but notice. The woman was an expert when it came to throwing parties.