There was a complaint that rose up the moment that face turned away, but it was quieted by the equally lovely view of Alex’s ass flexing under skin tight denim.  He appreciated it for as long as he could before the man turned to get started on the drink.  At that point, Andreas let his eyes sweep over that attractive form with less direction, admiring slender arms as they reached for one thing after the other, the way nimble fingers wrapped around the neck of a bottle.  They would’ve looked even better wrapped around his cock.<br/><br/>“Thank you,” he said as he took the glass, bringing it up to his lips just as Alex added those two short words.  It had him doing a double take.  The clarification was almost disheartening.  “Careful.  I might think you’re trying to pick me up,” he teased.  “I’d have to leave with a broken heart.”  Andreas did take a sip of the unusual drink then.  He licked his lips, then squinted his eyes as if he was trying to analyze this new taste.  It was definitely fruity.  It was a drink that he could see himself getting carried away with and drinking way too much.  “It’s perfect.”