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Dan
Dan looked around and half grimaced, half smiled. He hadn’t been to Buddies in ages and, while the nightclub stuff wasn’t really his scene, he had such a nostalgic fondness for this place. He wove his way through the crowd and sidled up to the bar. Drink in hand, he made his way back through the crush of bodies and found a place up against the wall where he could keep an eye on the few tables. He hoped a spot would open soon, as he had no real desire to stand around the fringes of the dance floor like the grumpy, tired wallflower he was.
Luckily, it didn’t take long before a couple got up and grabbed their coats, heading toward the door. Dan swooped in and snagged the table. He’d been on the verge of calling it a night as, however fun it was to watch the hot younglings gyrating, he was starting to feel like a skeevy creeper. He leaned back in his chair and tried to relax and shake off his mood.
He was only in Toronto for a few weeks before heading back to Los Angeles and a new round of auditions. The gaps in between jobs were really taking a toll on him and he’d arrived at his long-neglected apartment hoping for some much needed rest and respite, only to find a notice in the building lobby that a few apartments had been afflicted with bed bugs. They weren’t even on his floor but the very idea made him shudder and he’d simply turned around, called a cab, and gone to a hotel.
After making the arrangements to have his place fumigated, just in case, and ordering new linens, he’d been exhausted but unable to sleep. He’d lain on one of the hotel beds, staring up at the wide expanse of the ceiling, and wished for sleep. Finally, he’d sat up, rubbed his eyes, and decided that maybe a drink would help. The tasteful décor in the hotel bar, complete with soothing fountain and a pianist tinkling away at something classical, hadn’t felt right and so he’d decided to see what Buddies had on. He’d been hoping for a show but it seemed that tonight was a DJ night. Par for the course considering his luck of late, unfortunately.
He looked out across the dance floor and his eyes snagged on one of the many pretty young things. This one had on a collared shirt, with the buttons done up wrong and the top two neglected entirely, a ridiculous tie loosely knotted, and jeans slung low on his hips. Dark roots peeked through a ragged mop of bleached curls that hung down to his eyebrows. He was dancing with a carbon copy of himself and Dan couldn’t have said what it was about him that drew the eye. He wasn’t tall, he wasn’t cut, he wasn’t fashionable, and yet he was mesmerising. He shook his head and looked at his glass. How strong was his drink that he was waxing poetic about some random person on the dance floor??
Looking up again, he found the guy gazing at him intently. He turned to check behind himself but there didn’t seem to be any one else he could’ve been looking at. As he swung his head back around, his eyes caught on a glimpse of hip exposed by the low jeans that were now standing directly in front of his table. He swallowed.
“Hey,” a soft voice said. Dan’s cock perked up and he told it firmly to calm right back down. “Wanna dance?”
“No, thanks. This really isn’t my scene.” He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to explain but shrugged it off, assuming the hip would wander away but instead the jean-clad legs stepped around the table, wedged a knee in between Dan’s legs, using it to lever them open further, then stepped between them. Dan forced himself to raise his gaze and discovered a lively brown-eyed smirk, with a few garish yellow curls flopped down over his forehead.
He leaned in, stubble brushing lightly against Dan’s ear. Dan couldn’t help a shiver. “We don’t have to dance on the floor,” he whispered.
Hot breath on his ear turned into warm lips that trailed down Dan’s neck, sucking lightly, then nipping at the base of his throat. He groaned at the scrape of the blond’s cheek as it slid along the underside of his jaw and his cock reminded him fiercely that it had been months since it had felt anything other than his own hand. As their lips met, a hand slid down his torso to his cock and the blond made a pleased sound into Dan’s mouth as he gave it a squeeze.
The blond pulled back, leaving his hand firmly in place working Dan’s cock over his pants, and eyed Dan speculatively. “You wanna get outta here?”
Dan opened his mouth to say no, fully intending to be polite in his brush off, because he didn’t do that. He didn’t pick up random strangers in bars and take them home. At least, not any more. Instead, he found himself grinning and saying, “Sure.”
The blond used his free hand to haul him up and kissed him hard, other hand still on Dan’s cock, and Dan melted into the touch. The blond grabbed his hand and laced their fingers together, pulling Dan toward the door. They were outside in the cold air before Dan remembered that he’d left his coat at the check. He left the blond outside and went back in to retrieve it.
After handing over his ticket, he contemplated his options. If he wanted to duck out, this was the opportune moment. His cock would protest but they weren’t exactly on friendly terms these days anyhow. Shrugging on his coat, he paused instead of heading back outside. Going home alone was probably a better idea. He felt like a bit of a jerk for leaving the guy hanging but shook it off. That blond would have no trouble pulling tonight and Dan was working on sticking to his principles, now that he’d figured out what some of them were. Decision made, he stuck his hands into his coat pockets and stopped when his fingers brushed the hotel key card.
He found himself outside again, his legs having taken him without checking in with his brain. The blond was leaning against the building, holding a lit cigarette. He didn’t seem to be smoking it, just holding it and leaning. There had to be another word to describe what was happening between the blond’s body and the building but Dan was struck dumb by the pose and the accompanying smirk.
“D’you smoke?” He lifted the cigarette toward Dan.
Dan recoiled. “No and, quite frankly, if you want that mouth anywhere near me tonight, neither will you.”
Immediately the cigarette was gone, being snuffed under the toe of the blond’s sneaker before Dan could even blink. Dan found himself crowded against the wall, the blond’s hips pressing into his, and he realised that he was actually taller. He didn’t have time to process this information as the blond’s hands were in his hair, tugging his face down and doing his best to swallow Dan’s tongue. Dan’s cock really liked the feel of all that hot, wet suction and he found himself reaching out to tightly grip the hips grinding into his own. Dan whimpered as his cock brushed against the blond’s.
He wasn’t sure how long they stood there like that, kissing and grinding, but when the blond pulled back, Dan was breathless and aching with want. The blond grinned at him. “My mouth is going to be everywhere tonight,” he told Dan, before slamming his mouth over Dan’s once more.
Dan lost himself in the glide of their tongues, in the urgent feel of the hardness pressing against his own, in the hands in his hair and fingers scraping along the back of his neck. Minutes passed, maybe even hours, before the blond lowered a hand and snaked it under the waistband of Dan’s jeans.
“Fuck!” Dan yelped and jumped as the icy fingers touched his skin, coming back to himself with a jolt. It struck him that the blond wasn’t even wearing a coat. “How are you not freezing?” he demanded.
The blond adopted a rakish grin. “You’re keeping me plenty warm.”
Dan blinked at him then shook his head. “Yeah, no, that’s great but–” he paused, biting his lower lip.
The blond leaned in and kissed him, tugging Dan’s lip out from under his teeth before pulling back with a cocky grin. “Well, then, I think it’s time to take this inside,” he said, raising an eyebrow suggestively. “Do you wanna go back to yours, oooooooor ... ?” He leaned in to nibble along Dan’s jaw.
Dan chuckled. Part of him couldn’t quite believe he was doing this, he hadn’t taken a random hookup home in years, but his body had reacted instinctively to the something about the blond since the moment he’d seen him dancing and, at this point, he wanted to see where all this chemistry got them. He didn’t think he was so shallow that it was purely physical and, besides, the blond didn’t have especially striking looks but there was something about his charisma that had locked into Dan viscerally. He told himself that he wasn’t abandoning his ideals, he was following his gut which he’d been working on. He was fairly sure Trevor would approve and that gave him the courage to pull out his phone and call them a cab. “Actually,” he said, as he waited for the call to connect, “I’ve already got a hotel room.” The blond grinned and adhered himself to Dan’s side, kissing and sucking at his neck and groping his cock as Dan garbled out the address to the cab company. Hanging up, indignant and incredibly turned on, he turned to protest but instead found his mouth once more consumed.
Finally managing to wrench his mouth away as the cab pulled up, he asked, “What’s your name, anyway?”
The blond chuckled. “We don’t need to do names,” he replied before plastering his lips to Dan’s again.
They made out and groped in the back of the cab like teenagers. Dan felt more than a bit sheepish but the blond kept him occupied enough that he didn’t get far in his cringing. He shot an apologetic look at the cab driver, who regarded him with indifference.
Once they were safely ensconced in his hotel room, Dan’s nerves started to come back. Maybe this had been a terrible idea. Not looking at the blond, he shrugged out of his coat and threw it over a chair. He twisted his hands together and bit his lip.
Strong arms came around him from behind, easing his sweater and undershirt up and over his head. His glasses fell off and he scrambled after them, knocking himself into the chair, and once more the arms were there, steadying him and helping him stand. The blond turned him around so they were face to face and kissed him. There was less seduction in it this time, just warm lips soothing their way over his as now-warm hands roved over his body and lightly squeezed his ass. He felt himself relaxing into the kiss, as his breathing evened out to match the easy pace of the blond’s.
The blond released him and smiled. “That’s better.” His hands came around to the front of Dan’s jeans. “Take off your shoes,” he murmured, kissing his way down Dan’s chest as he withdrew Dan’s cock.
It felt a bit awkward but Dan managed to toe off his shoes as the blond pulled his pants and boxer briefs down around his thighs, following them down so that he was kneeling before Dan. He gave Dan a lascivious grin before licking a long stripe along Dan’s cock and humming in pleasure. Dan’s hips jerked involuntarily and he moaned, eliciting another wicked smile. The blond licked and sucked, teasing his way around Dan’s cock until he was fully erect.
The blond met his gaze and, without breaking eye contact, engulfed Dan’s cock to the root in his warm, wet mouth. Dan’s whole body spasmed and he thought his knees were going to buckle under him but the blond gripped his hips, bracing him, as he sucked. He slid off toward the head, swirled his tongue around it, then swallowed Dan down again, cheeks hollow with the force of his suction.
Every time he pulled Dan all the way to his throat he made this needy noise that was driving Dan wild and every time he backed off his mouth made this wet noise that amped Dan’s arousal even higher. His lips and chin were covered in saliva. It was the most erotic thing Dan had ever seen. He would never have expected sloppy blow jobs to be hot, that type of porn had always seemed excessively messy, but in this moment he was discovering a heretofore unknown need for messy head as given by average looking guys with bad bleach jobs.
Dan felt his balls tighten on the edge of orgasm. “I’m gonna,” he said, pushing at the blond, who ignored him, “I’m gonna come.”
The blond pressed a finger to Dan’s taint and he moaned, orgasm erupting. He came hard and long and the blond just kept sucking, swallowing around Dan’s cock, drops of saliva and come leaking from the edges of his mouth. Yep, Dan definitely liked sloppy blowjobs. His cock twitched as though trying to find something more to contribute but his balls were fresh out.
The blond pulled off his cock with a pop and licked his lips, then wiped his face with the back of his hand and licked that. Dan’s legs wobbled. He stumbled over to the bed and sat down, breathing heavily and falling backward across the mattress. The blond crawled toward him, still on his knees, and slowly pulled Dan’s jeans and underwear the rest of the way off.
The blond stood and, turning to face the chair, removed his clothes. Propping himself on his elbows, Dan realised sheepishly that he hadn’t even known he was still dressed – his entire focus had been on that filthy mouth. When the blond turned back around, Dan’s eyes felt out of his head and his jaw dropped. A long, thick, uncut shaft pointed at him, bobbing with each step the blond took toward him. No wonder the guy was confident.
Dan raised an eyebrow. “I’d love to help you with that but I’m somewhat incapacitated and,” he felt himself flush, “I-I don’t bottom to strangers.”
This earned him a smile. “No worries, dude. I, um, I actually have a request?” The blond flushed and seemed to turn shy all of a sudden.
Dan, interest piqued, asked cautiously, “What’s the request?”
“Would you,” he blew out a puff of air before continuing, “would you spank me?”
Dan frowned. He’d definitely done some light spanking with partners before but it had always been in the context of sex. Seeing as he was still some ways away from being ready to fuck again, he wasn’t sure what the guy was asking for. “What?”
The blond gulped, ears turning bright pink as his flush spread up his face and down the pale smooth skin of his chest, turning his pretty dark rose nipples nearly brown. “Would you spank me? Like, like over your knee?”
Dan pushed himself up to a sitting position. “I’ve never done that before. You want like, like a punishment? You’re a naughty boy and all that?”
The blond shook his head vehemently. “No, I don’t want you to punish me or, like, call me names or anything. I just, I really like to be spanked. It’s one of my favourite ways to get off if the guy I’m with isn’t fucking me.”
Dan checked in with his cock but that was still down for the count. Musing on the request as the blond shifted uncomfortably in front of him, he didn’t think he had any real objection to it. It wasn’t his thing but he’d be controlling the intensity and could always stop if he wanted.
He nodded slowly and the blond’s eyes lit up, flecks of gold warming the brown. “Do we need a safeword or anything?” Dan asked.
The blond shrugged. “If you want. As long as you stop if I ask you to, I don’t need any special words.”
Dan considered that. It made sense. “Ok, then. What do I need to do?”
“Um, I’ll lay across your lap and that’s basically it.” The blond moved toward him then paused when he was standing with his legs pressed to Dan’s right thigh. “Oh,” he said, “and don’t slap me or touch my face or anything. Just spank my ass, ok?”
Dan blinked at him and nodded. The blond arranged himself over Dan’s lap, cock nudging into Dan’s right leg. Dan raised his right hand and tentatively brought it down. The blond squirmed on his lap.
“No, not tapping, harder. Like, really spank me, yeah?”
Dan swallowed and brought his hand down again, with a bit more force.
The blond hummed and sighed in pleasure. “Yeah, a little harder, but yeah.”
Dan gave him a few more smacks at this same level to psych himself up for more. On the next one, he brought his hand down with a stinging slap and the blond made the most incredible noise Dan had ever heard. It sort of started like he was saying “whoa” and then got swallowed into a breathy, moany “unf” sound. Dan’s cock took note and the next smack seemed to land of its own accord, his arm and hand moving without any conscious input from him. Oh, god. There it was again. “Whoa-uunnff.”
Dan gave him five spanks in quick succession, each one eliciting that glorious sound and now the blond’s hips were thrusting as the hits landed and Dan’s right thigh was being smeared with pre-come from the blond’s cock every time his hand connected. His breaths were coming faster and faster and Dan noticed his own speeding up in sympathy. The blond’s pale ass had grown warm and pleasingly pink and Dan smoothed his hand across it, marvelling at the change. His own cock was fully erect once more, pressing into the blond’s flank.
Three more and the blond choked out, “Stop!”
Dan lifted his hand, immediately asking, “Are you alright?”
The blond gasped for breath. “Yeah, oh god, yeah. That was amazing. I-I just want you to fuck me and if you spank me any more I’m gonna come.”
Dan’s cock throbbed at the words. The blond stood up gingerly and gave Dan an enormous grin, then pounced on him, pushing him back on to the bed and smashing their mouths together. It was an eager, sloppy, hot kiss and they rolled and rutted on the bed for a moment, ending with Dan on top. The blond broke the kiss and smiled at him.
“Got any lube? Oh, and, um, condoms?” he asked.
Dan laughed, surprising himself with how giddy he felt. “Coming right up,” he said, sliding off the bed and heading for the bathroom to find his toiletry bag.
“I sure hope so,” the blond called after him and Dan laughed again.
He emerged from the bathroom to find the blond on his hands and knees in the bed, head over his shoulder as he waggled his pink ass suggestively. Dan grinned, shaking his head at the blond’s antics which he couldn’t help but find endearing. He felt his cock pulse at the sight of a somewhat distinct hand print on one cheek. He climbed on the bed behind the blond, drizzled some lube over his fingers and cautiously slipped one in. It passed readily through the ring of muscle and the blond chuckled.
“You don’t need to be so careful. I like to fuck and I fuck a lot so I’m not usually that tight.”
Dan took the hint and inserted a second finger. A third finger joined the others and Dan groaned when the blond pushed back on to them and started fucking himself.
“God, yes, please. I just want your cock,” he whined.
Dan fumbled a bit with the condom and then lubed himself up and positioned his cock at the blond’s entrance, pushing in gently. He groaned as his cock sank into that welcoming heat and the blond made that “whoa-uuunnnfff” noise again. Dan squeezed the base of his cock to keep from coming at the combination of the sound and the blond’s ass clenching around him. He wrapped his hands around the blond’s hips, noting with relish the warmth of the pink skin under his palms as his fingers dug into the pelvis writhing under him.
He began to thrust in earnest and the blond collapsed his upper body against the mattress, making that fucking sound again at the change in angle. Dan fucked him like a man possessed, slamming their hips together and no doubt leaving bruises where his fingers pressed. He was desperate to keep hearing the blond make that noise.
In a flash of inspiration, he pulled his right hand away from the blond’s hip, raised it high overhead, and then brought it down with a deafening crack. The blond screamed his “whoa-uuuunnnnffff” and came, clenching firmly around Dan’s cock and dragging him over the edge as well.
Dan collapsed over the blond’s back, both of them shuddering and heaving in great gulps of air. After a moment, he raised himself slowly and carefully extracted his cock, taking care with the condom. He staggered into the bathroom, disposed of the condom, and turned on the shower, calling out weakly, “Feel free to join me,” before stepping in under the spray. Soon he felt the blond’s arms go around him and he turned, taking the initiative this time in pressing his lips against the other man’s. They rinsed, towelled themselves off quickly, and stumbled to the unused bed. Dan sent a silent prayer of thanks that he hadn’t opted for a king as he now had a bed of pristine sheets to curl up in. Crawling under the covers, he turned to wrap himself around the blond who snuggled into him and sighed contentedly. In moments they were both soundly asleep.