It's better when it feels wrong

It's better when it feels wrong 

It's better when it feels wrong 

-Wrong by Max (ft Lil Uzi Vert) 

Everything seemed to happen so fast. Nine could remember being on the dance floor, but now Nine was in the bar's back room, sitting in a man's lap that was definitely not his boyfriend's. 

The man's, or he should finally say Vee's, hands rested on his hips, not moving as they gazed into each other's eyes. Neither moved as they stared at each other like they were playing something in their minds. 

Then, Vee moved forward, softly touching Nine's lips, almost like he was asking for permission. Once Nine felt lips on his, he pushed harder, quickly kissing back. They started making out as Vee gripped Nine's hips harder, pulling him closer. 

Nine gasped from the move, opening his mouth more as a tongue slipped inside, touching against his. He ran his tongue along the other as their kiss grew more heated. 

Grinding his hips against the body under him, Nine and Vee moaned as their hardening reactions pressed against each other. 

Vee swallowed down the moan before he started leaving a trail of kisses down Nine's cheek, chin, and, finally, neck. 

Nine titled his head back, showing more neck skin, giving Vee more leverage. Vee's kisses turned into sucking as he began leaving marks on Nine's sensitive neck, traveling down to his collarbones. 

Fuck! Nine thought, closing his eyes while gripping Vee's hair, pushing his head more into his skin. Moans slipped from his lips, overpowering his heavy breathing. Everything went blank in his mind, only the word 'pleasure' filling it up. 

One hand on his hips slipped towards the front of his pants to his inner thigh, gripping it while nails sunk into his pants, almost making it feel like they were touching bare skin. 

The pleasure and pain mixing had Nine losing any sense of morals, if he had any left. Using his grip on Vee's hair, he pulled the man's head back, running his tongue along Vee's bottom lip. "Touch me." Nine's voice came out like a whisper of someone telling a dirty secret. 

And God, this was turning into a dirty secret. 

He felt Vee's smirk on his lips as the hands on his inner thigh slowly moved forward, landing right on the spot throbbing for attention. 

The hand stood still, pressing against the spot but not moving; it was teasing him. "Please," Nine practically begged. 

It has been too long since someone touched him there. He wanted the hand to move. More importantly, he wanted the hand to enter his pants and touch his skin. 

"Someone is eager," Vee chuckled. Although, his chuckles sounded breathless to Nine's ears. Like he wanted to give in but also tease. 

Yes, I am eager. God, when was the last time someone touched me? Nine threw out in his head, but he kept quiet. Instead, he grabbed Vee's hand, pushing it harder against his clothed problem, moving the hand himself. 

Nine threw his head back, grinding himself against the hand. He felt like a dog in heat, practically rubbing himself on the other, trying to chase his own pleasure. 

Vee watched the performance before him, not saying anything, growing hotter from the beautiful scenery. Before Vee's lips fell back upon Nine's neck, a phone started going off, ringing louder than the moans and heavy breathing. 

The sound threw Nine back to reality as he quickly pulled away, standing up while moving a few feet from the sitting temptation. He grabbed his ringing phone out of his pocket, answering the call without looking at who was calling. His hands were already starting to shake. 

"Y-Yes?" Nine answered with a stutter before clearing his throat and looking away, facing the wall. 

"Where are you? You disappeared from the dance floor. Also, Lee and Cassy are ready to go; such party poopers." Jon started, not questioning his friend's stutter.

"Uh, sorry, I went to get some quiet after being on the dance floor. I will come back." Nine ended the call, pocketing his phone while taking a few deep breaths. 

He rubbed his face before smoothing down his clothes. Nine even thought of something appalling to kill his boner. Once Nine finished, he walked towards the door, ignoring the other person in the room. But, the voice caught him in his tracks. 

"Are you just going to leave?" Vee asked. 

Nine tightly gripped the doorknob, scared to turn back and face the temptation. And Nine wished he could utterly blame the man, but it takes two to tangle. 

"Yes." Nine swallowed the rest of his response down. He did not need to say anything more to a stranger. 

"Then, can I at least know your name?" 

"No." 

Nine quickly opened and closed the door behind him, resting his back against it, looking at the ceiling like he was praying for strength. After a few seconds, he finally let go of the doorknob and walked away. 

Let's act like none of this happened. 

Nine woke up to the sun beating down on his face. Last night, he felt too out of his mind to close his curtains or do anything else but shower. He even fell to sleep naked and on top of his covers. He is surprised he didn't get sick. 

Rubbing his eyes, Nine stood up with unsteady feet, before running his hand through his hair. He walked towards his dresser, pulling out some clothes to wear. Once he grabbed them, he passed by the full-length mirror next to the dresser, and one glance was all it took for him to walk back with a curse and wide eyes. 

"What the hell!" Nine screamed, touching his neck, turning pale. He had apparent lovebites on his neck!

I am so dead! His heart started beating fast as he returned to his dresser, quickly changing his regular shirt for a turtleneck. 

He changed into his clothes before looking back in the mirror, ensuring no more marks were visible. Once satisfied, he walked out of the bedroom, making his way towards the kitchen, only to scream when he saw the figure sitting in the living room, drinking coffee. 

"Quin!" Nine jumped while his voice hit higher than he ever thought it could. 

Quin glanced at Nine, rubbing his temple with his free hand, "Why are you screaming? Who else is going to be here?" 

"No one," Nine quickly responded, sounding suspicious. He quickly cleared his throat before calmly speaking, "I am just surprised you are here. I thought you would be gone for a few days again." 

Quin raised his eyebrow, "I am not in the mood to fight early in the morning." 

Nine bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from blowing up. He almost rubbed his throat from annoyance until he realized there were marks on it. "I am not trying to fight with you. What time did you come in?" 

Hopefully not when I was naked on the bed, and the marks on my neck were visible. 

"Two minutes ago." 

Nine held back a sign of relief before continuing his original goal: the kitchen. "Okay, do you want anything? I am going to make breakfast." 

"Anything is fine," Quin responded. 

Humming, Nine tried to stop himself from freaking out. Seeing and hearing his boyfriend made him think of all the things he should not have done last night. Making out and asking someone to touch him was far from okay. 

He just needs to push last night away and never do it again. Nine should focus on the relationship he has now. 

"And Nine," 

Nine quickly dropped the pan in his hand on the counter, almost tripping, when he heard Quin's voice. 

Fuck, fuck! 

Was I caught? Did he see it? 

Am I going to die? Is this it? 

"Should I turn up the heat in here?" 

"What?" Nine confusingly asked; his brain already shut down thinking about what he should do or say if Quin caught his stupid mistake. 

"The heat? You are wearing a turtleneck, so I thought you were feeling cold." 

Ah, sometimes Quin can be sweet. 

"It is fine." Nine responded, trying to calm his racing heart. 

Yes, everything is fine. Everything is fine. It was one stupid mistake. It is not like I will see that guy ever again and make the same foolish choice, right?