It turned out that Alex was the better dancer. They spent the first song fumbling around one another, trying to figure out who should lead. Deciding that wasn’t working they settled upon holding each other, swaying to the music.
“This is nice.” Reed squeezed Alex’s hand and his arm around Alex tightened. He had his cheek against Alex’s and his warm breath ghosted over Alex’s ear when he spoke.
“Hmm,” Alex sighed. He was purposely taking deep, leisurely breaths simply to feel how their chests moved together.
Every time they turned Reed did this little move that placed his rock hard thigh against Alex’s equally hard cock. He’d gently nudge Alex one way then the other strategically moving his legs to enhance the pressure against Alex’s groin, or take it away to ramp his need up dramatically.
The heat from Reed’s body made Alex lightheaded in a way the wine couldn’t ever begin to accomplish. Even through their clothes, Alex felt the searing emotion radiating off Reed. His hands were warm and strong against Alex, conveying a competence that simply turned Alex’s insides to goo. Without ever doing anything lewd or unseemly for a public place Reed was able to keep Alex at a level of arousal that took his breath away.
Reed would move his hands lightly over Alex as they danced. Down his back to barely brush over his hip, Reed’s hand would then trip across Alex’s shoulder blades and along his arm. Even through the layers of material Alex’s skin tingled and prickled wherever Reed’s touch landed.
It wasn’t only his hands that Reed used. His legs were just as magical. As they moved Reed use his heel for a few seconds and caress the back of Alex’s calf. Next he’d use his shin and barely make contact with Alex’s, sending an explosion of pleasure coursing up Alex’s leg straight to his groin. Reed rested one hand at the base of Alex’s neck and used the very tips of his fingers to tease at Alex’s hairline.
Any concerns Alex had about having sex with another man flew out the proverbial window. They were replaced with an insistent want and a need more powerful than anything Alex could ever imagine existed. During the third, or maybe sixth song, Alex had lost track, he placed a few light kisses along Reed’s jawline.
In a very low, soft, desperate voice Alex whispered, “I think it’s time we’re alone.”
Reed nodded. “I think you’re right.”
They paid their bill and hurried to Reed’s car, a real sense of urgency consuming Alex and he thought Reed felt the same. He’d driven only a few miles when Reed reached over and pulled Alex’s shirt up, rubbing his knuckles over Alex’s abs. Any thoughts of cooling off for a bit were happily dashed away when Reed took Alex’s hand in his own and rested them over Alex’s cock.
It seemed that it took forever before they were back in Reed’s apartment. As soon as the door was closed Reed was easing Alex out of his clothes. He murmured in Alex’s ear, “The first few times let me do the work. And make sure you tell me if something hurts you.”
“What about you?” Alex panted. He ran one hand down Reed’s belly and cupped his swollen cock through his trousers.
“Don’t worry about me. Sex is no fun if you don’t enjoy it and I want you to enjoy this.” Reed made short work of getting Alex, then himself naked.
Alex was arranged face down on the bed. He melted into the mattress as Reed’s strong fingers kneaded and caressed his shoulders and back. Moving ever south, Reed used a silky, warming oil to massage Alex’s gluts, easing his cheeks apart with every circular motion.
It wasn’t long before Alex reached for the condoms and bottle of lube on the side table. Easing well-greased fingers into Alex’s crack he smeared the lube all around his entrance and he inched closer and nudged Alex’s legs wider apart. Reed reached up with his other hand and ran his fingers through Alex’s hair and over his scalp.
“Relax and let me in,” Reed said. He licked the back of Alex’s neck. Every one of Reed’s actions made Alex want to lift his ass and push against Reed.
Reed’s finger circled Alex’s hole, slipping in, bending and moving out repeatedly. Alex could feel his body lose its tension. He loved the heat and power of Reed’s body and craved more. Needy sounds escaped Alex with every exhale.
When Reed hit a spot inside Alex with his finger that sent a sharp, delightful jolt through Alex he moaned loudly and panted out, “Fuck that’s…” His words were cut off when Reed did it again. He could feel Reed’s chest vibrate against his back as he chuckled.
Reed slathered the lube all over Alex’s balls, cock and ass until he was squirming and trembling beneath Reed. Wrapping one arm around Alex’s pelvis, Reed lifted his hips off the bed by a small amount. He took hold of Alex’s cock, using his thumb to press against his shaft, teasing before tightening his grip then relaxing it.
Alex gasped from the sensation and only marginally was aware of something thicker than a finger pressing into his ass. He shivered and inched backward to meet Reed. He was uncomfortable, but not painful, and had a full feeling that he never wanted stopped.
As Reed began moving over him, he hit that glorious spot inside Alex again and again. Each time sparks of sheer lust shot through Alex that ignited to a flame of lust. The fingers of one of Alex’s hand gripped the bed sheet, clenching into a fist. His other hand closed over Reed’s wrist, urging his hand to move faster and harder over his cock.
Alex began meeting the thrusts of Reed’s cock, finding his balance so he could shove against Reed’s body and drive his cock deeper. Reed nibbled and licked Alex’s ear and down his neck. Their bodies found a rhythm, moving together, pushing and pulling at one another. The slick feel of sweat covered skin mixed with the scent of men and sex.
Reed’s grip on Alex’s cock tightened at the same time as the one around Alex’s waist. Short, rapid shouts ended every one of their exhales and Alex found himself pleading, “More, c’mon harder.”
Reed seemed only too happy to comply and picked up the pace and intensity. It didn’t take long for a slow throbbing to start in Alex’s ass. Reed’s weight pressed down on him more and the throbbing escalated into a fast, steady pounding. His stomach clenched and his breath caught in his throat, he held it for a split second then blew out a long, loud moan.
Alex’s cock felt as if it were on fire from the inside. His balls tightened and pulled closer to his body. A tingle that started at the base of his spine fanned out and exploded into a full blown shock wave that traveled through him. He couldn’t breathe fast enough, get close enough or force Reed deep enough as his entire body thrummed and jerked. A warm, wet sensation burst through him and filled him. A second later his own orgasm followed and the space between him and the bed was covered in sticky, hot jizz.
Alex collapsed on the bed, sprawling out as Reed covered him completely with his body. For a few minutes they did nothing except lay there, gulping in huge breaths. Alex loved the feel of Reed’s muscular body over him, how he could feel the intensity of Reed’s emotions through his heartbeat. It mingled with the sound of Alex’s pulse pounding in his ears.
“God, Reed that was…” Alex needed to stop mid-sentence to catch his breath. “I never knew it could be like this.”
“Hmm,” Reed murmured. He kissed Alex’s cheek and jaw softly. Brushing his fingers through Alex’s hair he whispered, “Wait till we get to the time I don’t have to hold back.” He eased his hips back and up enough that his softened cock oozed out of Alex.
That sensation made him gasp and wiggle a little under Reed’s weight. “Ooh, damn, that felt just as good.”
Alex’s body was loose and his arms and legs heavy. An evening of nothing but sexual tension culminating in such a powerful release was leaving him exhausted. He and Reese moved slowly, getting themselves into a more comfortable position. Their arms and legs intertwined as they wrapped themselves around each other.
His last thought as Alex drifted off to sleep was how glad he was to find out he wasn’t as straight as he’d always believed. Starting this new thing with Reed felt right and good and Alex
was sure it would last and last.
--THE END--
Alternative Nights
There were plenty of people mingling around, laughter sounding from here and there around the roof top. There were various displays to showcase local artwork for sale, hand-made crafts, and little curios one may want to buy. It was certainly unique for this to be on the rooftop of a nightclub rather than a second dance floor accompanied by a secondary bar. However, this was certainly not the typical nightclub in any way. It was of an alternative theme and played music out of the mainstream, hosting people who dressed and behaved out of the norm as well. Though she did not conduct herself in this way in her day-to-day, she identified with it from within. She felt more comfortable with this crowd and actually enjoyed the music throbbing loudly from the speakers.
Claire was admiring a display of rings with her friend when a young man approached. Her friend, Geena, cleared her throat slightly and gave a friendly smile. “Tom,” she told him as a form of greeting.
“Hey, how are you?”
“Great!” Geena then said, “This is my friend, Claire.”
“Tom,” he said with a friendly smile, hand outstretched. Claire gave a small smile and shook his hand. “It’s nice to see you here,” he said, looking back at Geena.
“Yeah! I almost didn’t come tonight but Claire said she’d join.”
“That’s good. You look really nice. I’m happy you’ve been doing well.” He paused and looked around before asking, “How do you like the artwork?”
Claire began to feel awkward, as if she had suddenly become the third wheel, so she decided to wander around the rooftop. She busied herself with looking at the different stands and displays but did not bother with actually talking to anyone. After a few minutes, she made her way to the furthest corner and took in the view. It was quieter in this corner and not many people were gathered near it. She enjoyed the solitude and the cool wind on her face. She glanced over her shoulder to see Tom still talking to Geena. She looked mildly interested but her eyes were wandering, searching for Claire. She finally saw her standing at the corner and made a face as if to ask if she was okay. Claire nodded and waved her away before turning back to enjoy the view and get lost in her thoughts.
Geena was lovely and great friend but Claire always felt like less when they went out together. She felt like the dumpy best friend that always tagged along, even though she knew that was not the case. Her best friend genuinely thought of her as a gorgeous, hot woman but Claire did not feel that way about herself. She especially could not avoid this feeling when they went out and everyone fawned over and hit on her best friend while she was left off to the corner. It did not really bother her but it did not exactly feel wonderful. Claire had gotten the distinctive feeling Tom wanted to be alone with Geena but she was not very interested in him. Claire felt a tap on her shoulder and was surprised to see a young man looking at her rather than her best friend.
“Yes?” She added a smile, albeit a forced one, because her question sounded much more aggressive than she had intended.
“Mind if I join you?”
“I don’t own this corner,” she said casually before turning away from him. She had never been great at detecting when someone was interested at her. She was even worse at interacting with people she did not know.
He stood quite close to her, crossing his arms on top of the railing. “So, are you here by force?”
She looked over at him, trying very hard not to roll her eyes. She did not bother answering his question but did not look away, either. He met her eyes and just stared without any type of expression. After about a minute, his eyes softened and she detected a hint of amusement in them. She was slightly annoyed and intrigued by him at the same time. A a couple minutes, he gave a sly smile and said, “Come on, talk to me a bit.”
She gave an audible sigh, turning away from him. “About what?”
“Anything. Yourself.”
“What’s the point?”
“Really?” He raised an eyebrow. He drew in a deep breath before taking a step closer to her. “I’m sure you know how this works.”
“And I’m sure you can tell when someone is not interested.”
He cleared his throat and threw his hands out to signal defeat. As he started walking away, she called out to him. “That was… I’m sorry. It was a bit much.” He stopped in his tracks but did not immediately turn around. When he realized she would not be saying anything more, he turned to face her. His facial expression was blank; she had no idea what he was thinking. He walked toward her and stopped only a few inches from her.
“So, then, talk to me.” He said in a low, husky voice that made her shiver slightly. She blamed it on the cool breeze of the night.
“Fine,” she told him. He pressed his hand to her back so she would turn back around to face the view and he stood next to her. She felt his arm pressed slightly into her own. He was not going to give up and, truth be told, he had caught her interest enough for her to be okay with that. “I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say,” she admitted quietly. She suddenly became hyperaware of how awkward she could be around strangers and how much worse it was with someone she was interested in.
He laughed and said, “What would it take to get you back to my place?”
She choked. She could hear him chuckling as she tried catching her breath. He was extremely forward, assuming he wanted to get her back to his place for the reason she was thinking. She doubted he wanted to go there just to talk. So why was she not reacting to this? How long had she been thinking about it? She felt his arm wrap around her thick waist.
He pressed his mouth against her ear and let out a low, “Hmm?”
She shivered and knew he must have felt it. There was no way to hide it but she very much doubted that was a bad thing in this situation. Glancing over her shoulder, she noticed Geena looking at her and mouthed, “Are you okay?” Claire thought for a second before nodding to indicate all was well. She turned back to the man and said, “You could at least tell me your name.”
“Is that all?” He laughed, his breath warm against her cheek. “We can play a game. If you win, you get my name.”
She smirked and turned to him. She almost jerked her head back, suddenly surprised at how close his face was to her own. But she refrained from doing so, staring deep into his eyes. “If you want to get me to your place, you’ll have to play by my rules.”
“Well, well,” he said with surprise in his voice.
She smirked and gave a curt nod. There was something intriguing about this young man and she found their interaction exhilarating. Something about it gave her the confidence to behave this way, something that was rare. She usually kept to herself, even when out with a group of friends. But she wanted to know what it felt like to be forward, be confident, and do something wild. So she decided to go for it.
“Let’s go,” she told him quietly.
He made no effort to hide his smirk as he took her hand and led her out of the nightclub. Once in his car, she sent a message to her friend informing her of her whereabouts. Of course, Geena replied immediately with plenty of questions. I’ll fill you in tomorrow, she replied. Okay >_>, came Geena’s response mere seconds later. The car ride was quiet but not awkward. At one point, the young man placed his hand on Claire’s thigh and rubbed in small circles. She allowed it for about a minute before brushing it off. He only laughed and turned into the driveway of a large apartment complex. He smoothly parked into an open spot and silently exited the car. She followed suit.
Without a word, he led her into the complex and onto the elevator. Seven floors up, the doors opened onto a clean and modern landing. He opened the first door off the elevator and had her enter first. As soon as
he locked the door, she felt her body pushed against the nearest wall and he was kissing her. Getting over the shock, she allowed herself to enjoy the kiss. The moment she felt his hands wander up her sides, she pulled away from the kiss and pushed him away from her.
“Let’s not get hasty,” she told him before walking away. As she walked, she took in her surroundings. Like the landing off the elevator, his apartment was very modern and sleek. It was not what she was expecting but, then again, she hadn’t really imagined something specific. Once in the living room, she felt herself being pushed onto the couch.
She turned around to find the young man leaning over her, his knee resting on the couch in the space between her legs. He lowered his head and kissed her again. She thought of pushing him away but she did not actually want to. Playing some sort of game, one she did not even understand, was not worth it. She ran her hand up his back and felt his hand outlining her curves. He cupped her large breasts and began rubbing them over her shirt. She repressed making any noise or giving any hint at how much she was enjoying this.
Finally, after a couple minutes, she pushed him away but he did not budge. He only looked at her with a smug expression. She raised an eyebrow but did not try to push him off again. “Name,” she demanded.
He smirked and kissed her again. She pulled her head back. “Name.”
He made to kiss her again but this time she pushed and succeeded in making him move. She stood up and walked away from him, toward his front door. She turned back to see him standing by the couch with his arms crossed, looking at her curiously. She looked to her right and saw the bedroom door. She walked into it without a word. When he entered, she had already removed her dress and was standing in front of his bed wearing just her black lace bra and panties. He looked her over from head to toe, a hungry expression taking over his face and his eyes growing dark with lust.
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