Smoke drifted lazily from the cigarette between his lips. His clothes were dark and not particularly eye-catching, his curly black undercut hair stood out against his pale skin, and the sheen on his glasses cleverly hid his emotionless amber eyes. Tucked away on the far wall of the club, he nearly blended into the shadows, unnoticeable by those not within five feet of him.
Under normal circumstances, Vincent wouldn’t have minded being the resident wallflower. That was his standard nature, after all. But given that the only reason he was in that place was to indulge himself in a bit of stress-relieving, being his usual unsociable self wouldn’t get him anywhere.
He sighed quietly, blowing a pillar of smoke from his lips. His companion had already disappeared off in the crowd, busy with their own devices. The thumping bass wasn’t really to his taste, and after two and a half drinks, he wasn’t feeling a damn thing.
Should I leave? He wondered, taking another long drag of his cigarette.
Just then, someone sauntered their way over to him, a coy smile on their lips as they approached. “Are you alone? Mind if I join you?”
Vincent gave them a once-over. The guy appeared younger than him, despite being like two good inches taller. His skin was a beautiful chestnut brown, he had wild, curly auburn hair tied that came down to his lower back, and he was dressed in a tight white short-sleeved shirt, dark blue jeans that sat low on his hips, and ankle-high black boots with a short heel.
Everything about him appealed to Vincent, and something in the younger man’s hazy green eyes told him he wouldn’t be opposed to a bit of carnal pleasure. He exhaled softly, snuffing out his cigarette in the nearby ashtray.
“Keep me company for a bit, then.”
The two of them slipped out of the club area, finding themselves ducking inside of the men’s bathroom. It was surprisingly clean and even more fortunate for them, empty. Vincent was tugged into one of the stalls, his hand swiping the lock behind them before he was pulled into a deep kiss by the other.
His hands immediately gravitated towards the man’s waist, holding him close. His lips were so soft, his mouth tasted of a sweet brew of passion fruit, oranges, and white wine. Just from kissing him, Vincent felt like he was already getting tipsy.
“Say,” the ginger purred against his lips. “What’s your name?”
“Vincent, that’s such a sexy name… Call me Benni.”
Vincent’s head dipped down in the crook of Benni’s neck, sucking on his skin as his hands slid underneath the ginger’s shirt and drifted upward toward his chest. Benni let out a soft gasp as Vincent’s fingers brushed over his nipples, thumbing the perk buds that twitched and hardened at his touch. He lifted Benni’s shirt, exposing his toned torso. Vincent kissed and bit the younger man’s dark brown nipples.
His hand moved down between Benni’s legs to rub the tent straining against the fabric of his jeans. His breath came out in shaky gasps as Vincent undid the front of his pants, taking his half-hard cock into his hand. His pumps were steady and precise, his lips and tongue teasing Benni’s nipples with no restraint.
“Shit…” Benni huffed, bucking his hips.
“Don’t make too much noise,” Vincent whispered against Benni’s skin. “You’ll cause someone to come in here.”
Hushing himself by covering his mouth with the back of his hand, Benni was reduced to quiet whimpers while Vincent to continue stroking his dick. It was hot and hard in his hand, throbbing with each pump. It wasn’t long before the younger man hit his climax. His body trembled as he ejaculated into Vincent’s hand. He panted softly, watching Vincent wipe the sticky residue off his hand.
Benni then made a small noise and suddenly was on his knees in front of Vincent’s crotch. His bulge was quite apparent, his cock jumping out when Benni unbuckled his trousers. Vincent let out a shaky breath when Benni’s lips kissed the tip of his cock, his tongue trailing up and down his trembling shaft. His hands gently held Vincent’s hard-on as he took the length into his mouth, his warm breath sent a shudder down the dark-haired man’s spine. Benni’s head bobbed up and down, sucking tenderly on Vincent’s member.
The sensual atmosphere was unfortunately disrupted when the door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open, followed by a semi-pissed off voice.
“Yo, B! You in here?”
Vincent glanced down at Benni still bearing a mouthful of penis. Benni’s head jerked back, releasing Vincent’s length. He licked his lips with a playful smirk up at Vincent who felt the vehement urge to kiss him again.
“I’m in here, Nobu!” Benni called out as he stroked Vincent.
“The hell, man? You know we’re on in ten!”
“I know, I know, but I’m busy! It’s really backed up in here…” Vincent growled deep in his throat when Benni gave a light squeeze and needy nibble to his member.
“God, I don’t need the details. Hurry up, shit, and get out here!”
They heard the door slam shut and silence followed. Vincent sighed, slightly irked.
“What’re you making that face for?” Benni questioned with a small pout. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on blue-balling you.”
Before Vincent could speak, the ginger took him in his mouth again, swallowing his cock all the way to the hilt. Vincent gasped aloud at the sudden action. He was quick to reach his limit and released a thick load inside of Benni’s mouth. The ginger swallowed his semen, lapping at the dribbling trails in the corners of his mouth. He stood up and wrapped his arms around Vincent’s shoulders, kissing his lips tenderly. Vincent gave into the kiss, not particularly thrilled about tasting his own cum.
When they broke apart, he stated bluntly, “So bitter.”
“I know right?” Benni giggled.
“Shouldn’t you be heading out now?”
“Mhm, my band is on in a few minutes and I’m the lead singer…” Benni’s fingertips traced over Vincent’s lips, his face centimeters away. “Hey, stay and listen to my set. If you do, we can finish this little session afterward.”
It was a fair trade-off, Vincent felt. “Fine.”
Benni pecked his lips then stepped out of Vincent’s embrace with a playful smile, shooting him a wink as he swaggered out of the stall. Vincent exhaled a bit, fixing his lower half before trudging out. Benni had already disappeared, probably having already returned to his band. With reluctance, Vincent headed back to the club area, stepping carefully through the thickened crowd. The ear-pounding bass had stopped and people’s cheers rose as spotlights flashed onto the stage, illuminating a group of four and their instruments.
Standing before the mic at the edge of the stage was Benni himself, dazzling under the bright lights. His hair was tied back into a messy ponytail, and Vincent had the strangest desire to pull on it in the midst of rather obscene activities. The drummer kicked things off with a startling clamor, joined by the keyboardist. Benni and the second guitarist both started strumming in sync with the rhythm.
Benni’s head bobbed to the sound, his hips swaying as he leaned into the mic. His voice came out strong and clear, echoing to the furthest reaches of the club. The audience’s screeching and cheers seemed to intensify, yet all Vincent could hear was the melodious voice filling the room. He was starting to feel horny again.
Although he was hardly paying attention to the lyrics, he couldn’t help but feel his body temperature rise when Benni liltingly sang out, “The taste of your lips, so sweet, so sublime… That smoldering look so utterly divine… You are mine, mine…mine.”
I am going to wreck him so badly, was the only thought in Vincent’s head at that moment.
It was torturous waiting for the set to finish. Near the end, Vincent left the club and waited outside in the chilly air. He nuzzled his face in his scarf as a brisk wind rolled through the area, ruffling his dark curls and long coat.
“Damn, it’s so cold,” he grumbled, waving to his hand flag down a taxi.
As a black cab rolled up to the curb, a hand grabbed Vincent’s arm from behind.
“Hey.” That familiar, husky voice graced his ears. “You weren’t thinking about leaving without me, right?”
Vincent smirked in response. "Didn’t even cross my mind.”
The next morning was foggy, wet, and cold. The window of the hotel room was covered in a thick layer of condensation, and the soft patter of rain hitting the glass echoed in the quiet room. It was the perfect weather to sleep in until the early afternoon. Vincent roused from his sleep, shuffling his body out from under the thick, comfortable blanket. His body felt a bit sluggish as it usually did in the morning. Anything before eleven am was early for him.
But past his usual grogginess, he felt refreshed and even a bit relaxed. The urge to curl back up under the covers gnawed at him, but he had work to get done that day. Forcing himself to sit up, he spotted a blurry, near-naked figure sitting cross-legged down at the end of the bed. Benni glanced back at him and flashed him a smile.
“Morning,” he said pleasantly. “You have some wild bedhead.”
“Yeah, it’s a headache…” Vincent agreed, reaching for his glasses and brushing a hand through his tousled hair. “How long have you been up?”
“Mm, ‘bout an hour? I got up to shower and ordered us some breakfast.” With a plate in hand, Benni scooted over to Vincent’s side and held a fork with a nice helping of something yellow and steaming out to him. “Here, have a bite of the omelet.”
Vincent sighed and opened his mouth, letting the other feed him. He was surprised by how tasty it was, the fluffy egg melted on his tongue and he could taste the variety of spices and even some tiny chunks of cooked ham.
“It’s good,” he said.
“I know, right?” Vincent stared at Benni who cocked his head to the side, taking another bite. “What?”
“It’s just a bit weird. I’ve never known anyone to stick around after fucking a total stranger.”
Benni hummed. “Well, I’m a rare breed, I suppose. Not to mention, I was enjoying looking at your sleeping face.”
Vincent raised a brow at him. “In any case, I’ll admit that last night was incredible. I’ve never felt so good after having sex.”
“Your past partners must’ve been shit, then,” Benni cackled, twirling his fork.
“Perhaps.” Vincent went quiet for a moment, thoughtful. “What would you say to meeting up to do this again? A sort of friends with benefits relationship, if you will.”
The ginger let out another sharp laugh and leaned in close to Vincent. “I think the term ‘fuck buddies’ would suit us better, although I’m open to becoming your friend.”
“Hm.” Vincent adjusted his glasses. “Well, things would be strictly physical between us.”
“Of course, I know how these things go.” Finished with his omelet, Benni set the plate down on the bed. “It’s hard finding someone who’s attractive and good at sex, so this works out for both of us. I don't have a set schedule per se, but I can free up time whenever I need to. Here, take my number down.”
With their numbers added to each other’s phone, Vincent heaved another light sigh. He honestly didn’t want to go to work, but he did have important projects that needed to be taken care of before his deadline. Benni also didn’t help his self-control, still clad in only tight briefs as he fell back onto the bed when Vincent stood up to shower. He gave the man a seductive grin, curling his toes against the sheets.
“Want some company in there?” he asked teasingly.
“While I would fully enjoy that, I do have things to do today.” Vincent ran his gaze over Benni’s near-naked form, struggling to contain his boner. “And I’m sure you do too.”
Benni laughed, stretching out and further testing Vincent’s restraints. “Fine, fine. We’ll save it for next time, then.”