Leo

I want to go home. Going out tonight wasn’t my idea in the first place, since I hate clubs and detest hook ups. No one wants to hook up with my big, ugly mug, anyway. But somehow Dwayne suckered me into coming. He said his girl threw him out. That he was done with that hoe and wanted to meet a new chick. We had a discussion about respect and how his girl might like him more if he was less of a douche.

Then he said he knew this kickass club across town. He’d meet me there and be my wingman. Kept talking till I was either gonna throttle him or give in. Now it’s thirty minutes after we’re supposed to meet, after I’ve already paid into the club. He texts me saying his girl took him back, and he wasn’t coming cause he was busy cumming. What a dickhead. No more nights out with coworkers for me.

I sigh heavily and nurse my beer. I hope Ky is okay at home. She swore that she’d call if she needed me. I don’t want to leave her home by herself, but she pushed me out the door saying she was happy for the alone time and I needed to get laid already. Like that’ll happen. I’m too busy taking care of her and working my ass off to be in a relationship.

I look down at my phone again. Still no messages. It’s after eleven. I saw the headliner perform, so I could probably head home. I still have half a beer left that I should finish first. It’ll buy me time to come up with an excuse for leaving early. I turn and lean my elbows on the tall table beside me so I can see the dance floor. As long as I’m here, I may as well people watch.

I’m scanning the crowd when the most wonderful laugh I’ve ever heard rises above the noise. I stand up straighter, searching for the owner of that enticing laugh. The crowd parts like magic, and there in the middle of this crowded, stupid club stands complete and utter perfection. My pulse speeds up, pounding in my ears, and my breath quickens as I drink him in.

He’s dancing with the headliner, something with an S, but I don’t remember. His loud tinkling laughter floats around them and a warm smile lifts his pouty lips. His body merges with the music, soft belly rolling, curved hips swaying. He lifts his hands to thread into his hair and closes his eyes. As he moves, the light bounces off the sequins of his sweater surrounding him in colourful sparkles. When he brings his arms back down, the slouchy neckline slips, revealing a smooth shoulder and collarbone. I never imagined the peek of a shoulder and collar bone would be my undoing. 

My fingers twitch, itching to touch that naked skin. I lick my lips, wishing I could press kisses across his shoulder and up his neck. He fans his face, pushing back a riot of blonde curls and says something to the person he’s dancing with. I want to bury my hands in those curls, tug his head back and kiss him until his knees give out. His companion nods and the two push their way through the throng of dancers back to the bar. 

I track him as he walks, never losing sight of his swaying hips and the perfect display of his bubble butt in those jeans. Shit, I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter. I take off my flannel jacket and tie it around my hips to hide just how much I’ve admired him. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, calming myself and forcibly stopping those wandering thoughts. 

As I reopen my eyes, the headliner walks away, leaving him at the bar alone. Why? How could anyone leave him? I would have to be dragged away. He tries to get the bartender’s attention, but gives up after a few minutes. Then, he turns to people watch, just like I had done. I wait to see if he notices me. Finally, his eyes land on mine. I feel like I’m being pulled by a magnet. I finish the last swig of my beer, trying to fight the temptation, but my feet have a mind of their own and I’m stepping towards him before I realise what’s happening. 

I’m not surprised at the look of resignation on his face as I push through the crowd. He expected me to come over to him. How could I not when, like a warm, beautiful, golden sun, he’s drawing me inexorably into his orbit? I’m sure he gets hit on all the time and he’s so outta my league. But I have to try or I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. 

He’s reclined casually against the bar. He tilts his chin up to maintain eye contact as I get closer. I stop just in front of him, admiring his lovely face and amazing hazel eyes. They’re deep whirls of blue and green with dark makeup lining them. His long eyelashes flutter against his flushed cheeks as he blinks up at me. His shallow breathing in opposition to his relaxed demeanour. It’s impossible to stop myself from getting closer to him, so I lean down to speak closer to his ear, placing my hands on the bar top to either side of him. He smells like dessert. Like two of my favourite things, coffee and vanilla. He is an angel. He can’t possibly be real. 

My mouth decides before my brain has time to catch up, bursting out with, “Did it hurt when ya fell from Heaven?” But he says something about someone named Bebe at the same time so I’m not sure he heard the dumb, cheesy, pick up line. I’m confused, so I ask, “Huh? Who’s Bebe?” Again at the same time as he asks me what I said. Then the world stops spinning when he giggles.

He smacks a hand over his mouth to stop the laughter, and a pink blush flushes his cheeks. He waves his other hand at me, encouraging me to keep talking. A giant smile breaks over my face. He’s divine. My heart no longer belongs to me. This angel and his laughter have stolen it completely. I remember that he’s expecting a reply and I should keep talking to him, not just stare.

“I asked if it hurt when ya fell from Heaven, cause you gotta be an Angel. Now, I see how stunning you are up close and heard that cute laugh? There’s no doubt. You’re definitely an Angel. What’s your name? Please let me buy ya a drink?” 

I’m pretty straightforward, a no-nonsense kinda guy, although I didn’t intend to be so honest or sound so desperate. But, I am desperate. I want to keep talking to him and I need to know his name. Although, now he’s stuttering and bringing up Bebe again so I may have been too direct. Who’s Bebe anyway? Why would I care about any person in the world but him right now? Why is he surprised I came over to talk to him? Who in their right mind wouldn’t? I rake my eyes down his body, then back up from his glittery boots to his hazel eyes. I lick my lips and nod at him. Yes, I’m interested in him. 

He looks thunderstruck for a moment and then something clicks in his brain. He frowns at me, but it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. Like an angry kitten, all puffed up and grumpy. He straightens up and slaps a hand on my chest, forcing me to move away from him. It’s like a brand, searing my skin through my shirt. He’s touching me! My brain wants to freak out, but I steady my breath, keeping myself in check. Then he says the best thing I’ve heard in my life thus far. 

“I’m not some idiot that’s gonna jump on your dick just because you’re hot as fuck.”

He’s into men and he thinks I’m hot. I must be the luckiest man alive. My smile is so wide it hurts my cheeks. I have to tease him a little. 

“Angel, you’re the cutest thing I ever saw, course I came over to chat you up. Promise I never used that pickup line in my life, but I had to try. Cause it’s the truth, you’re heavenly. Specially in that outfit. I can’t possibly be the first person who’s tried to buy ya a drink tonight.” 

He settles against the bar again, so I lean in to speak into his ear. Our faces are so close. I have to fight myself not to kiss him. I wanna press my lips to the hollow just under his ear. Nibble on the lobe and suck love bites down his neck. My words end up more dirty than I intended, even with the tight rein I’m keeping on myself. 

“I’m glad you think I’m hot as fuck. I don’t expect ya to jump on my dick, but if you ever want to, I’ll treat you so good. You’ll cum so hard you’ll see stars.”

I have to move away from him. He smells so good. He’s so soft and sweet and sexy. If I don’t move away, I’m going to pull him into my arms and never let him go. He’s flustered and blushing, and my heart skips a beat as I fear the last comment may have crossed a line. But he says I can buy him a drink, so maybe it was just enough? 

TBC