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This time, Felix was dragged to the club by his friends in his dance class, which he was not opposed to doing on a Saturday night when he had no homework for the weekend. What he was opposed to was everyone else bailing out when he was already in line to get into the club. He had texted in the group chat asking for their ETA, then there was a flood of “I’m so sorry I can’t make it!”, “I actually made plans for a date earlier.” “I have the flu,” and one girl was reading the messages and not responding. He didn’t mind that they couldn’t make it; he just wished they had given him a heads-up. He could be back at his dorm playing video games or catching up on Desperate Housewives. Now that he thought about it, he could head back and still have time to-.
Never mind, the bouncer is waving him forward. He could stay for a few drinks and maybe a dance, that can’t hurt. He stepped forward and showed his ID to the bouncer, flashing him a charming smile when he was waved in. Once inside the club, Felix felt at home, the pounding beat settling into his bones, his heart syncing with it. He let out a soft sigh as he made his way to the bar, worming his way through the bodies until he was perched next to a man who looked around his age, maybe a few years older. Felix waved at the bartender and waited for his turn, understanding that they were swamped.
He drummed his fingers on the counter, shifting between his feet. He got jostled by the person next to him, stumbling until a hand circled his bicep. “So sorry about that, some people don’t know how to wait.” It was spoken into his ear, causing an involuntary shiver down his spine. Felix looked at the person who helped him get back onto steady feet, his brain resetting. The person wasn’t that much taller than him, had short bleached hair, smudged eyeliner around his brown eyes, plush lips, and a frame that could cover Felix from view.
His mouth went dry.
He tried to swallow so he could talk.
Felix smiled at the person, leaning in so they could hear him better, taking note of their reddening ears. “No worries, thanks for catching me. Let me repay you, alright?” A small laugh escaped his mouth, looking back at the man who was quickly shaking his head no. “You don’t need to repay me! I didn’t do much, just grabbed your arm. I'm sorry if I hurt you, by the way.”
Felix shook his head and waved off his words, “Just let me buy you a drink and have a dance, okay? Then we’ll call it even, okay? And don’t worry, I don’t bruise easily.” He sent a wink at the man who went red, sputtering out syllables before nodding and seemingly clearing his throat. Felix perked up when the bartender came over and took their order, ordering two vodka Red Bulls. The two of them grabbed their drinks and made their way to a less crowded section of the club in search of a place to sit so they didn’t spill their drinks on the dancefloor.
“I’m Felix, by the way. I just realized we never exchanged names.”
“Haha, I think you’re right. I’m Christopher.”
The two sat on empty stools, chatting absently as they sipped their drinks. Once they were mostly gone, Felix grabbed Chris’ hand, “Now it's time to dance~.”
Chris let out a laugh before getting to his feet and letting Felix pull him to the dancefloor, “Alright, alright, let's dance then.”
In the middle of the crowd, they made their bodies closer than before. Making Felix press up against Chris’ front, feeling his muscles where his hands drifted to his shoulders. Felix blamed the body heat for the rising temperature in his cheeks. He smiled at Chris before closing his eyes and starting to dance to the music, arms encircling the others’ necks. It was a moment until he felt the man relax, wrapping his arms around Felix’s waist, and moving along with the blond in his arms.
Felix loved being able to dance close with other people, feeling their bodies against his own, muscles flexing, breaths mingling, hands roaming. It made his skin tingle and feel electrified.
He turned in Chris’ arms so his back was to the others’ chests, keeping one hand on the back of his neck as the other rested atop one of the others who had settled on his hips. The two swayed to the music and the crowd, getting lost in it and themselves. Felix felt on top of the world as he took steadying breaths, turning his head to see Chris, only to find the man already staring at him. He couldn’t help the mischievous smile that wormed its way on his face, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He arched slightly, pressing his ass against Chris’ crotch, officially grinding against him, pleased with himself when he saw his pupils start to dilate. The hands on his hips tightened delightfully, keeping him pressed where he was. “Are you sure you want to go down this road, Felix?” It was spoken into his ear, causing another shiver to go down his spine. “Course I do, Chris.” He smiled as he dragged his lips against the other’s jaw, continuing to grind his ass against Chris’ front, pleased when he felt the slowly hardening cock in his jeans.
Felix heard Chris mumble something before diving into his neck, starting to leave lingering kisses against tanned, freckled skin. Lix sighed softly and let his head fall back onto Chris’ broad shoulder. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth when he felt the other focus on his pulse point, sucking a mark that would last a few days. Felix let out a soft sigh, carding his fingers through the back of Chris’ hair, gripping lightly, “Keep going...” He spoke to only Chris, wanting to be marked up more in the middle of the crowd. Felix never thought in his past flings and relationships that he’d be into exhibitionism, but here they were, getting hard in his shorts as he grinded against the hottest guy he had ever seen. And the guy was into it too it seemed, with how his boner pressed against Felix’s ass and how he smiled against tanned skin before biting down at the curve of his neck, hard enough to sting, not hard enough to break skin; It caused Felix to let out a gasp before the bite was soothed with Chris’ tongue, sucking a newer, darker mark in the same spot.
Felix let out a soft whimper, pressing harder against Chris’ boner, feeling laughter rumble in the chest pressed against his back. Hands drifted from Felix’s hips to his front, resting on the exposed skin of his abdomen, thanks to the cropped top. Fingers teasingly slipping under the waist of his shorts, “Chris..” Breathed into the other’s ear. Chris leaned in to Felix’s neck and ear to be heard over the thumping bass. “We can go to the bathroom, or I can get you off here, seems like you’d be into that~” Felix let out a soft groan, shivering gently, “I want your hands on me right now..Then we can find a bathroom so I can get on my knees and have you fuck my mouth.”
That seemed to catch Chris off guard, him freezing for a split second, eyes widening, cock twitching in his jeans against Felix’s ass. He swallowed, eyes darkening as he looked at the other blond, “Shit…you’re dangerous, Felix…” With that, Chris dove back into Felix’s neck, this time on the other side, biting, sucking, and soothing the marks he was leaving behind. He seemed to be taking note of the places that made Felix shiver and moan softly, paying extra attention to those places. Lix let out a gasp when he felt the pop of the button on his shorts before one of Chris’ hands slipped under them. He bit his bottom lip as he let out a moan when the hand gripped him through his underwear, rolling his hips against it, and then back against Chris’ boner. That continued for a bit until Chris’ other hand forced Felix’s hips still, ass pressed against his boner. “You’re being too noticeable, Felix…Unless that’s what you want? You want everyone here to see my hand down your pants, you so needy that you’re basically fucking my hand?”
Felix’s face went red as Chris spoke into his ear, shivering and shaking faintly, swallowing the spit that started gathering in his mouth. “You want them to watch how I’m going to make you cum in your pants right here on the dancefloor?” He let go of his lip, moaning out “Chris..” softly. That seemed to do the trick; the hand in his shots finally slipped under his underwear to grip his cock. A moan muffled when Chris finally kissed Felix.
Chris’ hand slowly started stroking his shaft, Felix moaning into the mouth pressed against his, tongues sliding against each other. Felix’s eyes closed as he got lost in all of the sensations around him, the music, Chris’ hand stroking him, the sting on his neck from the bites, Chris grinding his clothed cock against his ass, the feeling of being watched by onlookers, all of it thrilled him, made Felix weak in the knees. It made him approach his climax embarrassingly quickly, moaning a little louder into the kiss, making it more sloppy. He broke the kiss, head resting back against Chris’ shoulder, breathing speeding up, moaning Chris’ name like it was a prayer. The hand in his shorts sped up, thumb rubbing his tip every so often, spreading the precum with every down stroke.
Felix’s chest heaved with every breath, eyes closed as he focused on Chris stroking him and grinding against his ass. He didn’t care about the other people watching them; all he cared about was Chris, his hard body against his back, his eyes watching Felix come undone in his arms. Lix opened his eyes a little to look at the other fake blond, moaning when he saw the hungry look on the other’s face. Whimpering when Chris leaned in to speak, “Cum for me, baby…So I can fuck that pretty mouth and cum down your throat.” Felix gasped and nodded quickly. It seemed that now that he was told he could, he quickly approached his climax rather than the teetering he was doing before. It only took a few more strokes until Felix was spilling into his shorts, louder moans getting muffled in another messy kiss. Chris kept stroking his cock until Felix gripped his wrist, breaking the kiss to speak, “If we don’t get to the bathroom soon, I’m getting on my knees right here and sucking your cock in front of everyone here...”
There were a few seconds where nothing happened, where Chris just stared at Felix, like he was processing what was just said. Then it was like something snapped. Chris pulled his hand out of Felix’s pants, wiping his cum on the shorts. Before grabbing Lix’s hand with his clean one, pulling him in the direction of the bathrooms, Lix laughed as he happily followed after.
Once inside the bathroom, Chris made sure no one else was in there before locking the door and then turning to Felix. “Knees.” Voice hard, commanding, no room to argue or talk back. So Felix did what he was told and got onto his knees, shivering at the smirk and the “Good boy” that it earned him. Chris was gentle when he moved Felix’s hair out of his face with one hand while the other worked with the button and zipper on his pants, pushing them down slightly to free his cock. Felix should have guessed Chris was going commando, but that thought left his head when he laid his eyes on the cock in Chris’ hand, swallowing the spit in his mouth. He looked up at the other, eyes wide, when he felt the other’s thumb rub his bottom lip, “Open up, baby…” Lix nodded before opening his mouth for Chris.
He kept his eyes on the man above him as he guided his cock into Felix’s mouth with one hand while the other gripped the hair at the back of Lix’s head, keeping him still. He was promised to be able to fuck Felix’s mouth, so he was going to do just that. Felix’s eyes watered as he fought against his gag reflex when Chris’ tip got closer to the back of his throat. He gently gripped the other’s jeans, breathing through his nose until that was cut off by the cock finally reaching the back of his throat. He blinked as the tears welled up in his eyes, blinking quickly as he looked up at
Chris, his own eyeliner and makeup starting to run when the tears finally decided to fall.
“God, you look so good like this, Lix…I could take a picture of you looking so pretty with my cock in your mouth…” Felix shivered at that thought, eyes fluttering slightly, causing Chris to laugh a little, “Oh, you’d like that, right? Me being able to look back later and remember how pretty you looked for me, huh?” Felix's moan got cut off by the cock in his mouth. Chris moved his hand from Felix’s chin to fish his phone out of his pocket, snapping a picture of just that: Felix on his knees, tears running down his face, eyes dazed and half lidded, hair held back by Chris’ other hand, mouth stretched around his cock. “Fuck Lix…”
The phone barely made it back into his pocket before Chris finally started moving his hips, holding Felix’s head still by his hair. The pace didn’t start off gentle like how Chris was when stroking him on the dancefloor; this was actually like he was fucking Felix. It was rough and quick, groans escaping his lips at each snap of his hips. Felix could feel himself getting hard in his pants again, eyes closing as he moaned and gagged with each thrust of Chris’ cock. Drool getting fucked out of his mouth, going down his chin and jaw, hands gripping Chris’ jeans harder. Felix noticed the buzzing in Chris’ jeans, but paid it no mind, too focused on how the tip of Chris’ cock kept hitting the back of his throat, the dull ache in his jaw from keeping it open this long. It only took a few more thrusts for them to turn frantic, picking up pace as Chris chased his own orgasm.
Felix moaned louder as he opened his eyes to look up at Chris, his own second orgasm fast approaching just from getting his mouth fucked. “Fuck Felix…you better swallow everything, baby…” Felix nodded the best he could, swallowing around the cock in his mouth, earning a moan from Chris. A couple more thrusts, moaning, swallowing, and grazing of teeth on his cock had Chris thrusting in one last time, holding Felix’s head down on his cock, cumming down his throat; Felix’s second climax hit when Chris’ did. Tears fell faster, makeup running, tears mixing with the drool on his chin as he tried swallowing everything that Chris spilled in his mouth. He ran his tongue along his cock, slowly lifting his head when he was able to, cleaning off Chris as he lifted off his head. He swallowed everything in his mouth, panting softly as he looked up at the other, smiling softly.
Chris slipped himself back into his pants before kneeling down and pulling Felix into a heated kiss, both moaning, Chris for tasting himself on Felix’s tongue, Felix for Chris being into that. Felix wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. Their kiss turned heated when their tongues glided against each other, Felix lightly tugging on Chris’ hair, earning another moan. Their makeout was cut off by a song playing from Chris’ pocket, causing them to pull away and look down at the offending phone once Chris pulled it out again. He sighed before picking up the call, “Yeah? I’m busy at the mo-” The other person cut Chris off. Felix could hear someone talking frantically, but not what they were saying. But by the change in Chris’ demeanor, he figured it was serious. “I’ll be right over.”
Chris hung up before quickly fixing himself, which meant just making sure he was back in his jeans, zipped, and buttoned. “I’m so sorry for having to run off, but my roommate…” A sigh, “I’m so sorry...” He bit his lip before pulling Felix into another searing kiss, Chris holding Felix’s jaw. “Call or text me, okay, baby?” Spoken into shared space, smiles shared on each of their faces. Felix nodded, eyes half lidded, still dazed as he stared at Chris. Chris smiled wider before pecking him again, and then he stood and was gone. Felix stayed where he kneeled as he gained his bearings back before it hit him. “Wait…he never gave me his phone number…Shit man…”