"Enough speechifying." Alec drained his newly refilled glass, chugging the sickly sweet liquid. He hadn't known, precisely, what tonight's game would entail, but he was surprised it was Henry -- and not Allaster -- who suggested the kisses.
He was so intently in thought -- and focused on finishing his punch -- that he only just noticed Charlie. He stiffened as the other man drew near and he couldn't help recoiling against the settee. Alec laid there, stony-faced, as the other man bent down. He would have his revenge later, he thought with grim satisfaction, and he closed his eyes tightly to keep from staring at Charlie. The last thing he needed was to see Charlie in his mind's eye when he was kissing the parlormaid from next door.
The press of lips wasn't entirely unpleasant, but still, too wet and too warm and too male. Alec sputtered a little as Charlie pulled away and he impatiently wiped at his mouth.