Title: Unknown Territory
Pairings/Characters: Jeff Sterling, Nick Duval, Niff
Warnings: Eventual smut
Summary: Jeff doesn't go to bars. Jeff doesn't drink. Jeff doesn't even meet strangers all that often, but what happens when he meets a handsome brunet in a bar and can't help but stick around?
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, Glee do. This idea was from a drabble written by the tumblr user 'vashta-nerada-'
Jeff wasn't the sort of person who drinks. He really didn't know what he was doing at the bar in the first place. Something about proving a friend wrong. They were all telling him he needed to live a little, he needed to get out more, well, there he was. In a bar he'd never been to before, having a drink he'd never heard of. The place had a smoky smell, one Jeff wasn't too fond of, but he'd had the day from hell, and the drink was giving him a warm kind of buzz that really just made him forget about that, and stop worrying so much about just how out of his comfort zone he was.
Jeff was just telling himself how weird this was, how unbelievably not like him this was when he felt a hand brush against his back. He took a moment to process what had happened before he turned to see a guy sitting next to him. He was shorter than him, though most people were. His hair was dark, his eyes a hazel, almost chocolatey brown, and his lips were curved into a friendly smile. Jeff took a moment to process the guy before him, his blue plaid shirt's top buttons not done up and showing just the faintest hint of chest hair. He was gorgeous. That was really the only way to describe him.
"What are you drinking?" He spoke, and Jeff had to give himself a moment, trying to stop his eyes from shutting as he took in his smooth, sweet voice.
"I uh, I think he said it was a Vodka Collins." He shrugged, looking down at the drink.
"Not much of a drinker?" The brunet smirked.
"I could be, mister..?"
"Duval. Nick Duval."
"Jeff Sterling. Nice to meet you." He almost offered Nick his hand, but quickly realised how formal that was. Much too formal for the setting, he was sure.
Nick grinned, turning to the barmaid, "Can we get two Zombies, please?" He dropped the money on the counter, pushing it towards her as she prepared their drinks.
"...Did you just order me a reanimated corpse?"
"You need to get out more." Nick laughed, "It's a drink. Trust me, you'll love it."
Jeff tilted his head to the side. He was never going to get used to this. Not that he really wanted to. He was only there at all to show his friends that he wasn't completely boring, that he did know how to have a little fun, even if they didn't really believe him. Jeff watched as the barmaid set the drinks in front of him, just staring at it for a moment, "Are you going to tell me what's in it, or am I going in blind?"
Nick smirked and shrugged, "Rum. Fruit juice. Just try it." He took a sip of his own drink as if trying to prove to him that it wasn't in any way poisoned.
Jeff hesitantly took a sip from his own, pleasantly surprised by the taste and quickly downing a little more.
"Whoa, slow down tiger." Nick chuckled, "That drink's a whole lot stronger than it tastes."
Jeff raised an eyebrow at him, already feeling the buzz, "Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr. Duval?"
"Why? Is it working?"
"Time will tell." Jeff smirked, though he knew for a fact it was. Jeff would've been a whole lot more nervous than this if he was sober. He would've been a stammering mess. There was no other way to put it, really. Nick was gorgeous, and funny, and he had bought Jeff a drink. Jeff didn't have things like this happen to him very often. Or at all, really.
By the time he'd finished his drink, he'd spoken to Nick about a number of things, none of them really meaning anything. There had been a whole lot of flirting, though Jeff wasn't even sure how he was managing to keep that up when he knew he was truly awful at it. He had a pleasant buzz, his whole body somehow warmer not only because of the alcohol, but also because of the company. This was better than he expected it to be. Jeff was beginning to wonder why he hadn't done this sooner. He liked this side of himself. He liked to relax like this, even if it was really something he would never normally do.
Jeff giggled softly as Nick shifted closer, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the brunet's lips brush just below his ear, his warm breath hitting his skin as he spoke softly, "The night doesn't have to end here.."
Jeff's eyes fluttered closed for a moment as he just took in the feeling before he looked up at him, watching him. This wasn't him. This was something other people did. Jeff didn't go to bars. Jeff didn't meet handsome strangers, and strike up conversation, granted the conversation was really started by Nick in this case. Jeff didn't do this! What was Nick even implying with those seven little words? Jeff wasn't sure he could trust his voice, swallowing the lump in his throat, "O-Oh?"
Nick smiled warmly, and Jeff was more than grateful he was already sitting down. "If you'd like to come back to mine, I make the best coffee you'll ever taste. Trust me."
Jeff just stared at him for a moment. This was a stranger. A stranger he'd spend most of his night with, but a stranger nonetheless. Was he seriously contemplating going back to his place with him? Was he really thinking about doing this? This wasn't something Jeff would ever do. This was the complete opposite of something he would do. He didn't know how this could possibly end well. No. This wasn't him. Jeff Sterling didn't meet strangers in bars, drink with them, and go home with them. He knew what he would say.
Jeff offered the man in front of him a smile, "Let's go."