Content advisory: m/m sex; oral sex; profanity
Dimensions is the hottest new nightclub on the hill, a place for men
to meet men...these are their stories.
I never did this.
Yet here I stood,
sipping a beer, soaking up the spectacle in front of me. Lights bounced
off the sea of writhing male bodies on the dance floor, showing off physiques
from out-of-shape to fitness fanatics. The air smelled of sweaty men, beer, and
my long-gone nachos. The beat of the music kept time with the pounding of my
heart.
Over the last few months I’d indulged in pity instead of
company, sorrow instead of sex. That ended tonight. Dimensions was the new star
among the venues catering to men looking to meet men. Get out, get down, get
laid—that’s what my friends said.
A twink on the dance floor locked his gaze on mine and
flipped dark hair out of his eyes. He licked his lips and ran his hands down
his chest and over his tight jeans, framing an obvious erection. I made a show
of directing my gaze elsewhere. Not my type.
The area around the bar had gotten crowded, guys yelling
drink orders to bartenders dressed in jeans and tank shirts and jostled for a
seat, slopping alcohol on the stretch of the bar. An elbow caught me in the
ribs, and a hand reached out and grabbed my beer as it tipped.
I glanced up into gorgeous green eyes and a smile straight
out of an orthodontist’s wet dream. Blond and built. Holy fuck. In a roomful of
beautiful guys, this guy hit my buttons like a maestro.
He handed over the bottle. “Sorry.”
“’S okay.”
He leaned in and extended his hand, which seemed awfully
formal for a place like
this. “Brian.”
My fingers gripped his, and an electric awareness caught me
by surprise. “Tanner Bilson.”
Damn it, I’d automatically said my last name, as if I were
meeting a client. No last names—wasn’t that the cardinal hookup rule? I had no
business at a place like this, pretending to fit in. Pretending I knew what I
was doing, hunting up a one night stand.
“Brian Frost.” He grinned.
I grinned back. “Nice to meet you.”
“First time here?” Brian spoke over the music and gestured with
his bottle to the mob-filled space.
“Um, yeah.” First time anywhere since Phil’s hasty
departure for LA and a new boyfriend. I took a mouthful of beer.
For a moment, we drank and looked everywhere except at each
other. The music shifted into something campier, and the dancers rearranged
themselves, moving into more risqué positions. I stole a glance at Brian, a
quick up and down survey. He’d dressed in snug jeans—not too tight—and a black
shirt. Not exactly clubbing clothes. Closer to what I’d chosen for this
excursion than the majority
of the peacocks strutting around in front of us.
The twink—he of the lascivious looks—drifted over, one
eyebrow raised. I shook my head and turned away.
Brian glanced down, and then gazed at me through golden
lashes. “Come with anybody?”
“Come?” I blinked. I’d heard stories about this place, about what
went on in the back room behind the swinging doors…
In the low light, Brian’s cheeks darkened. “Let me
rephrase. Are you here with anyone?”
A shiver went down my spine. Here we go. Was I ready to have my first hookup? “No. I’m by myself
tonight.”
A shy smile unfurled along his lips. He had the kind of
mouth made for kissing, a full lower lip that gave him a built-in pout. A mouth
that made
visions of kisses and sucking cock dance in my head. I caught myself
staring at his mouth, and gulped down the rest of my beer. Way to be obvious, Bilson.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Brian’s voice carried over the
music.
A virtual minefield materialized before me. Was that a
come-on? A “no” would cut things off now. A “yes” meant I could at least talk
to him awhile. A “yes” didn’t mean “grab the condoms and let’s get a room.”At
least, I didn’t think so. I gave him a nod. “Sure.”
He raised his bottle and waved at the bartender. The man teed up two more
Rolling Rocks, and Brian slid a twenty across the bar. “Keep the change.”
A generous man. Good to know. Brian and I clinked bottles
and took a long drink apiece. I searched for another thread of conversation. “I
take it you’re here alone.”
“Yeah.” He nodded toward the crowd. “Want to dance?”
On the dance floor, two couples vied for the crowd’s
attention: a pair dressed in leather so tight it looked painted on, and the
twink matched with a musclehead twice his age. The action had gone beyond
grinding to X-rated. Not something I wanted to see, let alone experience. I
shook my head. “Not really my scene.”
Another blush colored his face, and he blew out a breath
and gave a wry smile. “Not mine either.”
So Brian wasn’t
any more comfortable here than I was. He took a drink and picked at the label on his bottle in
silence. It was my turn to lob the conversational ball back into his court. The
first thing that came to mind was to thank him for the beer and leave. I didn’t
want to leave so much as escape the stilted club conversation and get to know
the real Brian. He seemed more normal than the flashy men swirling around
us.
I leaned an elbow on the bar. “Hey. Would you want to go
somewhere else and talk?”
Brian hesitated. “Talk? About what?”
Oh hell. Sounded like a come-on. “Just talk. Somewhere more
comfortable, without all the noise and flash.”
He pursed those luscious lips and looked away. “Not sure
I’m comfortable with that.”
Brian turned and
leaned both elbows on the bar, gazing at the dance floor. “We just met ten
minutes ago. Generally I like to get to know somebody before leaving with him.”
Well, I’d fucked
that up. Either Brian thought I equated “talk” with “fuck,” or he didn’t want
to limit his options for the night to me. “Right. Well, thanks for the drink.”
A muscle worked
in Brian’s jaw, and he nodded.
I couldn’t stay
here any longer, feeling like the class slut shut down by the captain of the
football team. I did what any red-blooded gay man would do—I headed for the
door.
Outside, a gentle rain misted the air and soothed my sweaty
skin, and I shivered. I’d parked a block away and left my jacket in the car.
Shoving my hands in the pockets of my jeans, I put my head down and marched.
The door of the club opened and spilled light and sound onto the street for a
moment, and then receded. Someone yelled and got a growl in return.
Must be unfun to be tossed out of Dimensions. Their bouncers were the biggest in town. Maybe I’d stop
for takeout on the way home, drown my sorrows in chicken Lo Mein. The rain
picked up, and I picked up the pace.
“Hey,” someone yelled. Footsteps pounded up behind me, and
I swung around to defend myself.
I got an eyeful of Brian jogging toward me. “Tanner, hold
up.”
Now what? I crossed my arms and waited.
He rocked to a stop in front of me.“About that offer to
talk—”
“Look, forget it—what I said.” I pivoted and took a step.
Brian’s hand grabbed my elbow, pulling me around to face
him. “Please.”
I shivered as his fingers slid down to my wrist. The rain accelerated, darkening his
hair and sending wet tendrils of cold down my back. I gazed at him and waited.
“I—I don’t do this.” He shook his head and grimaced. “I
mean, I’ve never done this. The club
thing.”
Impossible to miss the honesty in his tone, in his
expression. So I wasn’t alone in my ignorance. A weight lifted off my shoulders
and I gave him a wry smile. “Me either.”
He blew out a breath and released my wrist. “Sorry I
misinterpreted what you said. It’s just…the way those guys hit on each other is
so artificial. I didn’t know what to think.”
“Agreed.”
“I would like to talk. Maybe get a cup of coffee.”
I raised an eyebrow. The heavens opened. Rain fell in
sheets, dousing us. My clothes clung like a clammy skin. “I’m parked up the
block.”
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, squinting in the rain.
“I’m that way.”
“I’m closer. Let me give you a ride.”
He nodded, and we raced down the sidewalk. As soon as we
reached the lot, I hit the remote and we jumped inside the car. The heavy drops
pounded on the roof and sheeted down the windows. We looked at each other,
panting from the run, and laughed.
“God, I’m soaked.” I started the engine and cranked the
heat.
Brian chuckled. “It’s beyond soaked.” He sobered. “We’re
getting your seats wet.”
I rolled my head on the headrest. “Don’t worry about it.”
With both hands, he slicked his hair back. The windows fogged
with evaporating water and hot breath. In the low light of the parking lot, his
smile flashed and he glanced over. Hunger shone in his eyes, a desire
reflecting my own. Holding my gaze, he put one hand on the center console and
licked his lower lip. I swallowed, gaze alternating between his mouth and his
eyes. I put my hand over his.
His gaze lost
some of its confidence. “You okay with this?”
I leaned into his
palm. “Yes.”
We were
whispering now. God, I wanted this. I slid my hand around his neck and leaned
in, close enough to feel his warm breath washed across my face. Meet me halfway, Brian.
The first touch of his lips, warm and soft and moist, said“hello,
nice to meet you.” He pulled back, as if to gauge my response, and his fingers
stroked through my hair. My control slipped a few notches. He couldn’t know how
much I liked fingers in my hair. I pulled him to me, tilting my head to deepen
the kiss.
Beer had never tasted as good as when it was mixed with
Brian. I inhaled through my nose and treated myself to an exploration of his
mouth, and his tongue played with mine. I caught a faint whiff of his herbal
aftershave, and all my senses were on high alert with the smell and the feel
and the taste of him, and oh, God, I wanted him. My hands shook, and I pulled
him closer.
After a few breathless seconds we broke for air, ragged
breath adding another layer of fog to the windows. The damn console prevented
any further closeness, so I settled for leaning my forehead against his. I
glanced at Brian’s lap and got an eyeful of his enthusiastic response to our
kisses.
“My place or yours?” I kissed his chin.
Another killer smile gave him a devilish look. “How far do
you live?”
Thank God I lived just a few blocks off the main drag.
“About five minutes from here.”
“Then your place it is.”He reached for his seatbelt and snapped it in place, then
stole a kiss.
I grinned and buckled up, then put the car in gear.
~*~
The quick trip to my place took too long. We splashed
through the deluge and stumbled up the steps to my apartment, kissing and
touching. We endured a delay as I fished out the right key and got the door
open. We fell inside, and I pushed it shut with my foot. Brian shoved my back to the wall and kissed me hungrily. His erection
brushed mine and we both hissed. He grabbed my face and sealed his mouth to
mine, going straight to deep and passionate. I grabbed the front of his shirt.
Much as I wanted him here and now, I resisted the urge to
drop to my knees and get his cock in my mouth. The bed had versatility the
living room didn’t. I maneuvered him down the hall, bumping off the wall and
stumbling on the carpet, around the corner and into the bedroom. Inside, I
swung the door shut.
I tugged his wet shirt loose and ran my hands up his back.
His skin held more warmth than I’d expected after the cold rain, and he
shuddered, groaning into my mouth. I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and
got enough unfastened to pull it off over his head.
My God. I couldn’t breathe. Brian’s broad shoulders gave
way to a solid chest and abs. He closed his eyes, head dropped back as I
coasted my palms down his chest and abs, detoured to trace the muscles of his
arms from shoulder to wrist. When I rested my hands on his waist, his lips met
mine. Then his hands skimmed my shirt up my sides. I broke the kiss long enough
to step back and yank it off.
My hands went to the button on his jeans at the same time
his went to mine. The vibration as the zipper descended sent mini shockwaves of
pleasure vibrating across my cock. In no time we stood without a single item of
clothing separating us, and want ramped up need. I licked the side of his neck,
savoring the flavor of salt and rainwater and inhaling a remnant of spicy
aftershave. I wrapped my arms around him and backed him up to the bed, cocks
fencing in an erotic parry and thrust.
Fingers ran through my hair, light tugs that melted my
spine. “Want you, Tanner,” he whispered. Lips nibbled the sensitive skin below
my ear.
I pushed him down to sit on the edge of the bed and I
dropped to my knees. Starting at his knee, I kissed my way up to his groin and
blew a stream of warm air on his cock. He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes wide
as he watched me.
Holding his gaze, I licked around the head of his cock as I used my hand around the base and stroked him in an
up-down rhythm, squeezing hard then soft, varying the grip to keep him off
balance as my tongue teased the head. When I swallowed him to the back of my
throat, he gave a guttural moan.
“Jesus.” Hips rocking, Brian’s hands fluttered over my
hair, not grabbing but stroking. Using my other hand, I cupped his balls.
“Fuck, Tanner…” His thighs shook on either side of me, and
I laughed, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy. His hips pumped harder,
thrusting into my mouth. With the lightest touch, I stroked the delicate skin
behind his balls, coming close to his hole but withholding a touch.
“God, I’m…” His hands tightened in my hair. “Gonna…Tanner.”
I sucked harder and tapped his hole. He yelled, and hot
semen rushed over my tongue. I stayed with him until he fell back on the bed,
arms crossed over his face.
I stood and leaned over him. “You okay?”
A post-orgasmic flush warmed his face. He lifted his arms
and shifted over on the bed. “Holy shit, Tanner.”
He tugged me onto the mattress. Stretched out beside him,
our mouths met and I lost myself in his kiss, the heat, the pressure, the sheer
nirvana of making out with someone who knew how to kiss. His hands were
everywhere, stroking my back, my chest, and I wanted him. Fucking needed him. I
nuzzled the warm skin of his neck and sucked a kiss there, and he whimpered.
“I need...” Brian’s throat vibrated under my lips.
“What do you need?” I whispered.
“I need you.” Hot fingers closed around my cock. “I need
you to fuck me.
The request acted like a shot of lust to my cock. I almost
came from the words alone. Want sent a shudder through me. “I will.”
I kissed my way down his chest, tonguing his nipples, and
he grabbed my hair, hauling me back up to him. Tingles ran from my scalp down
my spine.
“Now. I need it so bad. Please, Tanner.”
I kissed him, then reached for the nightstand drawer and
pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube.
“How do you want me?” Brian’s voice had gone husky with
need.
“On your back okay?”
He nodded. I knelt on the bed and situated his legs on
either side of me. He tore open the condom and set it on the head of my cock,
the rolled it down with his mouth, taking all of me.
“Fuck. Stop, Brian. You’ll make me come.”
He grinned. “That’s the idea.”
“Not like that.” I poured some lube on my fingers. “Lie
back.”
Brian settled and drew his legs up, opening himself to my
view. I slicked lube up his crease, rubbed it into his pucker. When he pushed
against my hand, I slid one finger into him.
“Tanner…”
With the tip of my finger, I tapped his prostate, and he
arched off the bed. I grinned. “Like that?”
He nodded, panting. “Another.”
Slowly, I pushed a second finger into him, and he tensed
for a moment. “Okay?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
The ring of muscle loosened, and I continued to stretch
him, working my fingers in and out and pegging his gland. He’d started to get
hard, and I leaned down and licked the head of his cock.
“Fuck me.”
“I will.” Once again I tapped his prostate, and he pushed
down on my fingers.
“Fuck. Me. Now.”
I laughed, and pulled back my fingers. “Okay, okay.”
I lined up, and pushed the head of my cock into him. Heat
and pressure surrounded me, and we both groaned. I gave him another inch, then
another, advancing until my cock was seated inside him. “So hot, Brian. So
tight.”
“So full inside,” he panted. “So good.”
I took a couple of slow experimental thrusts, and he
wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down for another hot kiss. His hips
rolled up, and I set up a rhythm, pumping gently.
“Harder.” Brian nipped my lower lip.
I picked up the pace, swiveling my hips, aiming to hit his
gland.
“Harder,” he panted. “Faster.”
I sat up and gripped his thighs, pounding against him. He
reached back and grabbed the slats of the headboard. “More, Tanner.”
Instead, I slowed down stroked his cock with my palm. “Like
this?”
He threw his head back. “God…”
A few more pumps of his cock, hard on the down stroke,
gentle on the upstroke, and he whimpered. I leaned in and kissed him, and he
met my mouth, devouring it as I stroked him. Precome leaked onto my hand, and I
smiled.
Sitting up, I redirected my thrusts, hard and fast, the
mattress squeaking in protest as I drilled him. Brian squeezed his eyes shut.
“Fuck, so good, gonna…” He threw his head back and roared.
Sticky warmth erupted between us, and Brian’s muscles
contracted around me. Heat raced down my back to my balls, and then shot out my
cock, pulsing inside him. The room disappeared in a white-hot haze.
After I could see straight, I pulled out and got rid of the
condom, then collapsed back into bed. Brian lay sprawled in the sheets, looking
like a man debauched, grinning like a twitter-pated kid. The rest of the night
was rewind and replay.
Like I said, I’d never done this—never had a one night
stand. I’d never had a one night stand. Turned out neither had Brian.And we still
haven’t.
****
~~Whitley Gray~~
Copyright © 2013 Whitley Gray
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