"Oh, don't worry about that. I put up that picture that I took last year." It had been the only time he'd ever let Sera get him drunk. "They will be the ones to message you."
The only thought in Koit's head was an endless litany of whatwhatwhatwhat, going round and round until his screen made a soft little ping that meant he had a new message. Oh, hell.
hay like ur cock can i deepthroat?
Koit was more surprised that the user--sucku2nite--had managed to spell deepthroat properly than anything else. He toyed with the desire to reply with I don't know. Can you? but decided it would only spur the mystery misspeller on and instead hit delete. Conversation was a prerequisite to fucking for him, and he didn't hold out hopes for anyone who couldn't bother typing out entire words.
His inbox pinged again.
ur cock is shazam i want it.
De-lete.
"Anything good?"
"My IQ would probably go down if I sent them a reply." Which, in Koit's book, was probably a good thing overall--that they were too stupid to bother with, that was.
"Promise me something?" Sera's voice slipped into serious-tone, making Koit look up from his screen. He made a motion for her to continue. "Promise me that if someone who has two brain cells to rub together messages you, you'll at least go out on a date with him."
"A date?" Koit didn't mean for his voice to go up high like that; it had sort of just done it of its own accord.
"Yes, a date. You've been on them hundreds of--"
"Like where people can see?" He was not hyperventilating.
Sera tilted her head to the side, and Koit knew he was in trouble. The head-tilt was always followed by some astute observation that managed to completely deflate him. "Did I somehow miss the fact that you're homophobic?"
"No," he said rather too quickly, kicking himself and closing his eyes while taking a deep breath. A deep, slow breath. Two. Right, he was totally okay. "No, I'm not homophobic, I just--" He just what? Why did the idea of a guy coming anywhere near his cock bother him so much? "I don't know, but I'm not homophobic. I mean, my dad divorced my mom and went gay--"
"It wasn't like he went anywhere. He was always gay."
"And I'm fine with that, aren't I?"
"You certainly were, and are. I was just correcting your usage of a potentially offensive phrase. Don't go telling anyone else that he went gay, okay?"
Since Koit preferred it when any offense he gave was fully intended, he agreed. "Okay. This is just... new. Weird." And fucking with his self-image. Wait! That had to be it, but he wasn't about to tell Sera that. Knowing her she'd just fuck with it even more.
"Okay." Sera didn't sound convinced, but whatever, he'd figured out the reason and that was enough for him. "But, promise me, won't you? That you'll give it a shot?"
"I promise." Koit didn't even say it through clenched teeth; he spat the words out pretty-as-you-please. Well, maybe not pretty.
"And in the mean time regale me with tales of your exploits; what was her name, hmm? And how many points did she manage to get?"
Koit was only too happy to take the out, even knowing that was what it was.
Hello,
You'll have to forgive me if I sound like a dunce; I am new to this sort of thing.
I saw your profile (and your cock, of course) and am interested in getting to know you. It was a lovely change of pace to find someone who'd actually filled out all the personal details. Most profiles are pictures and nothing else and it's such a deterrent to messaging people, when you have no idea of their disposition.
You, however, sound like my kind of guy. I also enjoy building models and exploring cities. And then there's the fact that we both go to Moravec, of course. Your information says you're studying to be a pilot, is that for inter-planetary or atmospheric craft? I'm studying to be a structural engineer for construction in low-gravity environments. Sounds boring, I know, but I enjoy it anyway.
I'd really like to talk to you a bit more, so, uh, I look forward to your reply.
Atlas
Koit read the message three times without meaning to. Read it three times, that was. He had meant to read it in the first place, so maybe it wasn't so bad, and he was not starting over at the start for a fourth go-through.
He selected 'reply' from the array of actions across the bottom of the screen, instead. Naturally, his mind went completely blank and he could think of nothing to write, so he went back to the message and read it once more.
Structural engineer? Hmm. Well, there was one thing he had to make clear, so he started the message there.
Hi,
I'm going to tell you this straight-up: my friend signed me up for this site as a prank, so you shouldn't expect too much from me.
Koit paused, rubbing his eyes. He'd had a good week to think it over, and now that the initial panic was gone, he could recognize that the tightening in his gut was nerves and arousal working in tandem. Sera, damn her, had been right: he was interested in guys, too. Not that he was about to tell her about it.
But with that said, you're the first person on here who has acted like they have even a modicum of intelligence, so I'll give you a try. When and where do you want to meet? This week I'm free on Wednesday and Sunday nights, and Thursday all day.
Koit hesitated for a moment and then decided against putting his name down. Just because this Atlas had decided to didn't mean it was a good idea for Koit to as well.
He read over the message again, decided it sounded fine, and hit send.
A couple hours later, he received the response:
I have a feeling that if you're as much of an ass in person as you are in e-mails, this won't last long. How's lunch on Thursday sound?
Atlas
Koit's mouth might have been hanging open just a little. And this guy was calling him an ass? With a response like that? Well, two could play at that game. Koit typed out his reply quickly, mouth set into a thin, angry line.
Forget it. I'm not interested anyway.
He sent it without reading it over again, not giving a fuck what this stupid Atlas was going to think. If Koit really was interested in guys, he didn't need some idiotic site to get them. All he really needed was a few hours and a gay-friendly bar.
Koit felt silly reminding himself of what Sera had said, about the size of his cock and his masculinity, but the thought helped to shove down the panic he could feel rising in his chest. He was just as much a stud whether it was guys sucking his cock instead of girls.
Right.
Now all he had to do was find a gay club. Bar. Something.
Good thing it was Saturday night.
Koit decided that since it was Sera's idea--in a manner of speaking--it should be Sera who was in charge of dressing him up for the occasion of his first homosexual experience.
The first thing she said was, "Your uniform is not acceptable nightclub wear."
"I don't see why not." Koit tried not to sound too childish, but he felt rather petulant in a juvenile way, so maybe there wasn't much point in that.
Sera ignored him. "Saturdays are Goth night, so... do you own anything black?"
He did; it was an easy color to wear since it took some pretty heavy-duty fucking up before someone could tell if it was dirty or not. He pulled out a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt that he'd had since before his last growth spurt, and now fit him rather snugly.
"Can I rip your shirt?" She fingered the bottom hem, probably already planning exactly where would be the most artful places to tear.
Koit shrugged. "Whatever. Girls like that kind of stuff, too, right?" It was the only reason he still had that shirt in the first place.
"Mmm," Sera hummed, and Koit hoped that was an affirmative sort of hum. She pulled out her swiss army knife--a dinky little thing equipped with a knife smaller than Koit's little finger and more dull than basic maths--and with difficulty made a few cuts: three on the front and one on the back. She ripped them wider, g
rinning all the while in a way that Koit wasn't entirely sure he liked.
Once she was done, she held it out to him. "Try it on."
Being open-minded, he told himself, proving that you're not a stick in the mud. Right. He stripped off his uniform top and pulled the shirt on, and ended up putting his arm through one of the rips. He had to take the whole thing off and try again. Stupid shirt.
Sera wolf-whistled once he'd wrestled the damn thing on properly. "And I brought some eyeliner--"
"No," Koit said. Dressing up was one thing, eyeliner was quite another. Besides, in his inexperience he was likely to smudge it, and then it would just look awful and, well, he didn't want to deal with that.
Naturally, Sera pouted.
Koit just rolled his eyes; he was immune to her pout by now. "Can't I wear some sort of mask?" Goths wore masks, right? Sometimes? He was so awful with fashions. "Is that kosher?"
"You're not Jewish, and nobody cares about the Bible anymore, anyway," Sera said, like the smartass she was.
"But, if I wore a mask--"
She broke in with, "It's not kosher to wear a mask," in a tone that reminded Koit unsettlingly of his mother.
That didn't sound like any sort of real reason not to wear one. "I could make it kosher."
"No, you couldn't. Trust me." Flat, and with an eye-roll to boot. Then a sudden smug look, and Koit knew he was about to regret this whole discussion. Fuck. "I hadn't realized you were so scared of this whole thing."
"I'm not scared." Stupid, of course he was scared, but she didn't have to point it out.
"Aren't you? You're the one wanting to wear a goddamn mask."
Fuck, Koit thought. Time to man up. If Sera, who was afraid of spiders and slept with her lights on after scary movies and a myriad of other things, was calling him a scaredy-cat, then he was clearly lacking in the balls department. And he wasn't; he was a man, damn it. Or half-man, anyway.
The important bits of him were manly, and that was what mattered in the end.
Hell. He was really going to do this, wasn't he? No turning back now. "You're going to come with me, right?"
Sera smiled her sunny, everything-is-peachy smile. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
"Waiting on someone?" a guy next to Koit at the bar asked with a sly little smile playing on his lips like a smug bastard. Were all queer people this smug? Sera was really the only example he had to work from.
Koit realized after a few more moments that the guy was actually expecting an answer. Two drinks in, he was barely even buzzed; it would take more liquid courage than this to do something. "Um. Not really, no."
"Mmm. You with that girl?" The man nodded toward Sera, who had abandoned Koit on the pretense that nobody was going to hit on him if she was there looking like his girlfriend or something.
"No," Koit said, not having to fake disgust at the idea.
The guy, whom Sera would have rated an eleven on the one-to-ten hotness scale, smiled in a sly sort of way. "Are you with anyone else?"
Koit bit his tongue against an uncivilized reply. "No."
"Good." And just like that, the guy leaned in and kissed Koit. Almost gentle, not at all like... like Koit had imagined--because he had, over and over, since Sera had signed him up for that website--.
The guy was looking at him expectantly once the kiss broke, so Koit said, "Is that all you have?"
Out came that sly smile again. "Hardly. I'm just more civilized than the average type of person you'd meet here."
"Ah." It made sense, he guessed. "So that's it? Now we, uh, go somewhere?"
"And do some things? Yes. My name's Jon; what's yours?"
"K--" Real name, fake name? Real name, fake name? Why, oh why, hadn't he planned ahead? But he couldn't think of any other name with a k-sound at the start, so he was kind of fucked. "Koit."
"Mmmm. Half Twerp, aren't you?"
It was technically a slur to call a Shterpi a Twerp, but Koit had heard it often enough growing up on Earth that it didn't even make him blink. Although it did knock Jon down a few notches in Koit's mind. "Yeah. Full Hume for you, then?"
"Half Lune, actually." Which explained the roundness of Jon's eyes, the slight blue tinge to his skin, and his extra-lanky build. Jon was taller than Koit, now they'd stood up, and Koit wasn't anything like short. He looked fairly human otherwise, with his full head of short black hair and arched eyebrows.
It was really too bad there weren't any urban legends about Lunska and their cock size; it would at least give Koit some sort of idea what he would be, uh, facing, as it were. "Where do we, um, go?"
"You a student?" Jon was already walking toward the door; Koit looked around for Sera, feeling half-desperate for anything to delay proceedings. Why hadn't they made any plans for if Koit actually managed to find someone to fuck?
"Um..." He wasn't exactly keen on divulging personal details. "I don't have anywhere private."
"Really?" Jon sounded amused and surprised all at once. "I thought all the dorms nowadays were single-occupancy. Something about the lack of distractions?"
That was true, but Koit didn't want to risk taking Jon to the dorm and having someone see them on the way to Koit's room. He was on the first floor, and near the door, but he didn't want to risk it. "Don't you have somewhere we can go?"
Jon laughed. "Nope. My wife--"
"Your wife?" Koit didn't mean to sound like that, so affronted, but what was Jon doing if he had a fucking wife?
"My wife doesn't mind if I screw guys, she just doesn't want to see it."
"Oh." Well then. "There's nowhere else we can go?"
"Negatory." Jon sounded far too jubilant about it.
If Koit didn't know better he'd say--but then, he realized, he really didn't know any better, and so he said, "Did you talk to Sera?"
"Who? Look, if you're not going to take me somewhere and fuck me 'til I walk funny, I can always find someone else who will."
And there was no guarantee that the next guy would look as fuckable as this one.
"Okay," he heard himself say, as if from far off. "I'm in Toffler, so it isn't far."
Jon smiled broadly. "I was in Toffler myself when I was at school here. I know the way."
Koit was pleased at the lack of PDA and the fact that Jon walked two paces behind him, but there was a part of him that felt disappointed. This was it? It was far too easy. He didn't even have to do anything. Just walk into the dorm, look around to make sure no one was about, and motion for Jon to follow him in.
He keyed a password into the door of his room; it would open from the inside but not from the corridor. "Listen, I--" Koit said, or tried to say, but he was cut off when Jon grabbed him and threw him down on the bed. Koit bounced slightly in the relatively low gravity.
"Don't talk." Jon was snappy, rude, completely different from how he'd been at the club, and Koit couldn't help but wonder what caused the about-face. He sat up halfway, trying to press a kiss to Jon's lips, but Jon just put a hand in the center of Koit's chest and pushed him back down against the bed. Not forcefully, not exactly, just... insistent.
There was no kissing. Instead, Jon worked Koit's belt off, the fastenings on his jeans coming open easily for what must have been very practiced fingers, and wrapped his lips around Koit's cock.
It felt completely like a girl, and yet completely different. Jon did tricks that most girls didn't know about, employing hands and teeth and liberal amounts of saliva until Koit was hard and all protestations he might have made were long gone from his mind.
"You're gorgeous like that." Jon sounded slightly smug, although not without reason; he had reduced Koit to this, after all. "Think I can make you more pretty?"
"If you keep going," Koit breathed, since Jon had stopped the blowjob for this utterly pointless conversation.
Jon found Koit's hand and led it to Koit's cock, wrapping long fingers around it and smiling again. "Keep it up."
Why, Koit almo
st asked, but Jon was already pulling away, already toeing off his shoes and stripping off his own jeans. With some effort, it appeared, given the way they were painted on. Koit caught himself thinking that Jon's ass wasn't half bad--and that he had lovely thighs--then kicked himself mentally. He was so not getting into men.
Thoughts aside, Koit was obedient; he dutifully jacked himself off until Jon climbed onto the bed again.
"What's making you make that face?" Jon asked, but prevented an answer by wrapping his lips around Koit's cock once more.
Koit's eyes rolled back and his chest arched up off the bed as he groaned happily. He didn't bother trying to form words; if Jon really wanted an answer, he'd ask again.
And he didn't seem to want an answer, thank fuck. He didn't let up for at least another minute, and then it was only to straddle Koit's hips and lower himself slowly onto Koit's cock.
He'd done anal with girls, so he knew how it felt, but the view was different. Koit folded his arms behind his head, when he normally would have reached down to rub the girl's clit. Jon was average in size. Smallish, next to Koit's cock, but everyone was smallish next to Koit's cock. And Koit was not staring. Jon's mouth quirked, but he said nothing. Good, Koit thought, and closed his eyes.
"Oh, now that's just too much." Jon, fully seated, rocked back and forth a little. "Come on, open your eyes. You can pretend you don't want this all you want, but there's no way I can get off with you ignoring me."
Koit went cold all over and embarrassment made his cheeks burn while the only thought in his head was a know-it-all I told you so. "I'm not--"
"You are." Jon's voice was dangerously close to a groan, and the way he was rolling his hips was pushing away the coldness, urging Koit's body to just not worry about it. At least until it was over. "Just participate a little, would you? Keep your eyes open."
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