Gabriel couldn't look away. He was entranced, though he didn't show it as anything more than a wry smirk and low-lidded eyes. He could feel his pulse thudding, heart knocking against his chest and blood throbbing in his cock, low and warm. It felt nice.

No need to hide his erection--the dim back room of the pub and the table did that well enough for him, and he wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon. He had all day, and Niall had his full attention.

He sipped at his drink, low-lidded eyes closing briefly in pleasure, because the sweet, rich, chocolatey flavor of Guinness was always appealing and Gabriel loved sensual indulgences. He savored, also, Niall's attention, which he knew was fixated upon him, no matter how Niall might pretend otherwise. They were both, he thought, pretending not to be fixated upon each other, or at least enjoying the moment too much to rush on to the next one.

Gabriel wanted him. He wanted him like he hadn't wanted anyone in ages. It was a fixation, more than just the physical, though Niall had a face that Gabriel could look at all day.

"What is it that your friend wants with me?" Gabriel asked, too clever to forget entirely about Niall's ulterior motives, no matter how he was tempted.