“Cam, relax, I’m not going to jump into anything crazy,” Brian said.
Brian leaned back in his chair, his best friend giving him that look that said she didn’t believe a word he said. Cam and Brian had been best friends since high school when they immediately bonded during their budding sexuality, even being there for each other when they had come out to their parents.
“I don’t want you to be single forever, I just don’t think you should be jumping from one bed to another, Bry!”
Brian rolled his eyes, barely containing his smile at Cam’s allusion to his somewhat slutty proclivities. Brian didn’t care about names, job titles, or anything else when it came to picking up guys, and he didn’t tolerate any boytoy spending the night. He wanted what he wanted, and that was it. He was safe and always used a condom, and he didn’t have to worry about any vengeful ex since every weekend was a one-night-stand situation with some random twink. He enjoyed it that way, and he took pride in the fact that he had never been tied down to anyone with a serious relationship. It was always just sex, nothing more.
“Look, Cam, it’s just a club. I’m sorry you’re not invited, but it’s a new gay spot and I don’t need a cock-blocking wing-woman to judge me from across the bar,” he said, smiling at her glare. “You’re perfectly capable of judging me from home while you catch up on your shows, covered in cat hair and loneliness.”
Cam laughed. “Fine, but you’re still a bitch,” she said, shaking her head. She adored Brian, but she had never been one for clubs, even if it wasn’t a males-only spot.
A few hours later, Brian stood in the entrance to the bar, music thumping in the next room where the dance floor was crowded with gay hotties grinding on each other. He had chosen a black fishnet top that showed off his toned chest, and jeans that were just tight enough to let the twinks see what he had to offer. It was his go-to “I’m here to fuck” outfit and it never failed him.
The bar was situated separately from the club area and couples and groups could be seen surrounding every table as they chatted excitedly, flirted, or played tonsil hockey while letting hands explore.
As Brian made his way to the bar, weaving between chairs and warm bodies, he spotted a cute guy standing there, waiting for his drink. Brian took the empty space next to him and waited for the bartender.
“Hi,” he said, smiling at the lithe man next to him. He had short, dirty-blond hair, dark eyes, and a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked at Brian. He was dressed in dark blue jeans and a form-fitting t-shirt that showed off a somewhat petit frame, looking far more relaxed than any of the partiers around them. He seemed completely at ease and relaxed, like he had just wandered into the club without a care in the world.
“Hi,” he replied. “I’m Corbin.”
Brian smiled, his normal response of, “I don’t care what your name is, as long as you’re coming home with me,” at the tip of his tongue. It was weird, though, as Corbin smiled at him, the practiced remark wouldn’t come out, and he simply replied “Brian.”
Corbin’s smile grew. “You’re not used to being told ‘no’ and, if I’m not mistaken, I think this is your first time being tongue-tied.”
Brian laughed, caught off guard by Corbin’s easy demeanor and nonchalant teasing. He nodded as the bartender brought Corbin a bottle of water and a shot of something dark.
“I usually have a pick-up line ready for someone who looks like you, but I don’t think those would work on you,” he finally said.
Corbin’s eyebrow arched. “Was that a pick-up line?” he smiled, making Brian laugh again.
“I suppose it was.”
Rather than returning to the throng of sweaty and throbbing dancers who were eagerly looking for a fun time in the bathroom, Brian did something he had never done before: he sat and talked to one guy. They quickly discovered that they had a lot in common, that they had attended the same high school a couple years apart, that they both held office jobs during the week, and that they both enjoyed the chaos and energy of nightlife. Where Brian enjoyed the physical aspects of random hook-ups, though, Corbin enjoyed watching the excitement from the sidelines, letting the infectious excitement provide an escape from the boring day-to-day.
Corbin’s calm was refreshing, like a cool drink of water to Brian’s fiery personality, and that shared spark quickly pulled each of them closer to each other. As they talked, their bodies grew closer, Corbin occasionally smacking Brian’s chest or arm when Brian teased him about something. Every touch sent electricity through Brian’s body, and he kept finding reasons to get Corbin to touch him.
With every playful smack, Corbin felt the solid muscle under Brian’s warm skin, just begging for Corbin to run his hands over every inch. Corbin had never experienced this sort of instant attraction to anyone, and the feeling was almost intoxicating.
After nearly two hours of sitting and flirting with each other, Corbin stood, saying he needed to use the restroom. Brian stayed at the bar, watching Corbin’s ass as he walked away, sipping his drink while he waited for Corbin to return. After a few minutes passed, Brian saw Corbin approaching from the corner of his eye and turned to face him. The man was even sexier when he was walking towards Brian, Corbin’s lips spreading into a smile when he saw Brian watching him.
As Corbin approached, Brian let his body take over and pulled Corbin to him, his lips pressing against that perfect smile. Corbin melted into Brian’s kiss, his body eagerly responding with a desire he didn’t know he was capable of feeling.
“Come home with me,” Brian said, eyes still closed as he spoke the words across Corbin’s lips.
Corbin nodded, breathless in the heat of the moment. Brian closed out their tabs and they left the club, getting into the first cab they could find as their lips continued to press together, their tongues entwining between chaste kisses. As the cab approached Brian’s apartment, he quickly paid and they walked upstairs, holding hands and stealing glances at each other as they tried to focus on getting inside before letting their needs take control.
As he unlocked the door and opened it, they began kissing again, more eager, this time, as the door closed behind them. They finally let passion take over as they moved to the couch, Brian falling backwards to sit down as Corbin dropped to his knees, his hands desperately going for the button on Brian’s jeans.
Corbin slowed for a minute. “I’ve never done this before’” he said, those dark eyes looking up at Brian. “Go home with someone I just met, I mean.”
Brian let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “I want you to stay,” he replied, his voice almost husky as he throbbed with need. Corbin smiled shyly at this, with Brian’s usual promiscuity already having been established in their chatting earlier.
“Good,” he said, simply, as he finally unbuttoned Brian’s pants, releasing his cock from its restraint.
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