Author's note: Hey guys!~ So this is my first fic ever and I'm really unsure about this! I hope you enjoy this story and if you're interested in me continuing it, please leave a little comment to let me know, okay? :3 Oh, and sorry for possible mistakes; English is not my mother tongue. So if you see any mistakes, feel free to leave a message or two!
Okay, enough already, enjoy the first chapter! =D
"There. Do you see him?" Roy asked, taking a sip from his beer as he points at the bar behind Jason, "That's the bartender everyone's talkin' about."
"You mean, that's the bartender everyone's tryin' to lay," Jason replied with a smirk and turned around to take a look at the man.
"Oh shit."
"Told ya."
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Roy was gone in an instant and Jason saw him sitting down on a barstool in front of said bartender, taking up a relaxed posture at first, then leaning in a little. Usually Roy was pretty good with people he wanted to have fun with, but the look on his opponent's face didn't really convince Jason. Taking a closer look at him, he could immediately name a lot of the reasons why this bartender had the reputation of making people lose their minds.
Even from this distance one could see that this guy was hellishly handsome; he had thick, black hair that was a little longer than the norm, a body (at least an upper body) that told stories about hard training exercises, an open, almost cheeky posture that only indicated what strong of a charisma the man had to have, and finally, a smile that just made you want to pin him down and fuck him hard.
Damn, that guy looked smoking hot.
Jason shook his head lightly to get rid of those thoughts and got back to looking at the chicks on the dance floor. A blonde girl gave him a promising look and he started to walk towards her, when he was suddenly stopped by a familiar sigh that made him turn around only to find his buddy right before him once again.
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"And you really tried what you call 'your best'?" Jason asked amused as Roy wouldn't start to talk, instead awkwardly looking down at himself, his previously full glass of beer now spilled all over his face and shirt.
"Shut up, Jay. That guy is kind of a dick - He's got a pretty hot temper. That kinda turns me on though…"
He turned to face the bartender again, only to see the man's middle finger directed at him, what made Jason snort with laughter as Roy turned back to him.
"I understand everyone, ya know. If it wasn't for that guy's sexiness I would've kicked his ass for doin' that. But damn if he isn't one hot stud…"
Jason facepalmed and shot Roy a look that said: Seriously?
"Did you just call him a stud? Somethin' wrong with your hormones or somethin'?"
"No, I – Fuck you, Jay, it's just him! Now go try it yourself and – shit – I swear I'm gonna suck you off if you tell me you don't want his pretty mouth to play with other than the pick he's chewin' on."
"Dude, that's gross."
"I won't lose."
"Whatever."
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It was the moment Jason looked into the bartender's eyes that made him almost sigh in relief at not having Roy to choke on his cock, because damn, he was right. When Jason opened his mouth to speak, he was still a little stunned by the sight in front of him and hesitated. This – this was much better than what he saw from the distance. And when the man gave him a cheeky grin, tossing away the pick from the martini he had prepared a moment ago just to chew on the little thing, Jason knew that he wanted to make sweet, sweet love to him.
Which actually meant fucking his brains out.
"So, what have you got?" Sexy (Jason just decided that the man's name had to be Sexy) asked curiously, dying to shower another guy with his own drink. "If you're gonna tell me that you like your beer streaming down my ass, like your friend did, you can fuck off, you know?"
"Roy said this?"
"Roy – if that's his name – said this and other stuff I'm not interested in repeating. I mean, where have you guys learned to flirt? That's pretty tacky."
Jason just looked at him while he spoke, the dim and colored light of the club settling perfectly on the bartender's facial contours, revealing perfect, matt skin and eyes that were so blue Jason might go blind. Okay seriously, Roy was fucking right, what kind of black magic did that guy use on them?!
"So? Too shy to try out your luck?" Sexy asked and smiled contently, already turning away from Jason to get back to work, but Jason couldn't let him go like this. The thing was, he didn't know what to say (and that didn't happen very often), but he knew what he wanted, so his mind screamed at him to say it out loud.
"Let's fuck."
Oh well, if that wasn't direct.
It wasn't planned or anything, but it had just made its way out of Jason's mouth, so there was no turning back and Jason was prepared to take his beer-shower like a man.
Sexy looked puzzled though, scanning Jason's eyes for signs of fooling around or any traces of being a total asshole. He didn't seem to find it; after all, Jason was earnest and also, he kept his poker face.
Looking at Sexy like that, Jason noticed that the man had gotten somehow nervous. Sexy ran a hand through his own hair, stroking some strands of hair out of his face and gave Jason a forced confident look.
"You've got some nerve, you know… You think I fall for your bullshit?"
"Just being honest. Don't like it, then I'm sorry."
Sexy opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it as soon as he had opened it. Now he seemed to think about something, looking away for a moment and then turning his gaze back to Jason.
"You know what? Okay."
Jason cocked an eyebrow and blinked a few times. Did he really just say yes to sex with him? Just like that?
"What? Don't gimme that look. You want some fun and I need some fun. You're gonna change your mind?"
Jason collected himself quickly.
"Never."
"Good. You think you'll be doing good? I don't wanna waste my time, you know?"
"Gonna make you fly, Goldie."
Sexy widened his eyes only for a brief second, making Jason wonder if he had done that at all, and then nodded.
"Meet me outside in thirty then. Got a car?"
"Got a bike."
"Don't make me regret this."
"I'd never."
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Jason didn't waste any time explaining what had just happened when Roy asked. Why? Because he didn't get it either. That bartender looked and behaved hard to get – probably to show that he's not a slut or something – but now he gave in after what, a minute? Or maybe two?
Well, who cared anyway? He had a promising appointment now and he wouldn't miss it for anything. The mere thought of what could happen within less than an hour seemed to pump Jason's blood straight into his cock and he headed outside.
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He was waiting outside for nearly half an hour, leaning against his bike, and made sure to be seen when Sexy – Jason noticed that he hadn't caught his name yet – would step outside. He did after a few more minutes and finally approached him with a weak smile. The man was really unsure about him, huh?
Now that he was standing right in front of him, things just got all the more exciting. He was a few inches smaller than Jason, what caused him to look up to him – and this was freaking adorable somehow.
"Alright, Mr., here are a few rules you need to follow," Sexy started, looking at him seriously, "No names, no further contact, no kinky stuff, not without a condom, and no kisses on the lips." He paused. "Alright?"
Well, apparently he could forget about getting to know his name.
"Fine with me."
"And if you try to get through with one of these things, or try whatever sick stuff is in your mind, you'll really get to know me. Okay?"
"It's alright man, but it takes two people to fuck, right?"
The smaller man narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "So?"
"So, I have conditions for you too."
More suspicion. "Which would be?"
Jason smirked. "Not falling in love with me. 'Cause everybody does after I showed them what heaven feels like, and after a while that gets pretty annoying, ya know."
The bartender scoffed. "Like I would. Ready to go now or what?"
As a response, he simply handed him a helmet. "Let's get on with it, Goldie."
Another short look. Then he put on the helmet and sat on the bike, leaving space for the driver.
"Oh, one more thing," Jason said, making Sexy look at him questioningly,
"You bottom?"
"You ever shut up and drive already?"
A smirk. Suddenly, Jason seemed to have the upper hand. "I need to know."
The man looked away a little irritated and hesitated. Jason swore he pouted behind the helmet.
"Yeah."
This would be getting freaking awesome. Finally, Jason put on his own helmet, sat behind the handlebars and made the motor roar to life.
"I reckon we go to my place?" He shouted and felt two strong arms wrapping around his waist.
"You reckon right."
With this, they quickly disappeared into the night.