Axel was sitting at the bar of some flashy, loud neon-club, and he was about one sip away from drunk. The last thing he wanted to do was think; he had been running away from thinking for a while. The last four years, the last six relationships-gone-wrong, the last five drinks.
He was sitting facing the dance floor, though no one caught his eye. His head was hammering in time with the music, a foreboding of what would await him the next morning. He wasn't in the mood for thinking.
There was one girl on the dancefloor, though, who was a bit different from the rest: short blonde hair, skin that changed colors with the lights, and an extremely short denim skirt, quickly leading intro tall black boots. She was all over the floor, swaying her hips left and right sensually, looking at him all the while. She moved against the other dancers, sliding up and down their bodies, her eyes never leaving his face.
It was probably the drinks and the new single relationship status talking, but he got to thinking about how good she looked in that little skirt, and how the colorful lights really suited her. She was a great dancer. He was in no state for thinking.
He lifted himself up shakily, and began stumbling across the dancefloor towards the exit. There were so many people, her could barely see the door. Suddenly, there was a hand tugging on his. It was the blonde girl, leading him towards the door.
If he had been thinking, he would have thought about how her hand was just a bit too big, and just a bit too rough, and just a bit too cold. Good thing he wasn't thinking.
Then hey were outside, and his body tensed up in the cold, and his eyes went blind without all the lights. She was dragging him into the alley where the dumpsters were, and where the bouncers dumped the drunks who ran out of money. He wondered briefly if the girl was going to ditch him here, before he returned to his not-thinking policy.
And then, he was slammed up against the wall next to the dumpster. Her hand had somehow made its way behind his head, so it was only how back hitting rough against the bricks, only his shoulders scrapping against the concrete. The hand grabbed his hair, and forced his face downwards, and then her lips were hungrily on his, forcing his mouth open and delving inside. Fucking his mouth with her tongue.
Axel groaned, feeling something press against his thigh that shouldn't be there. The girl released the hand that had moved down to his neck, looking up into his eyes with a look that told him he really should have noticed sooner. Suddenly, all the pieces felt into place. He was kind of glad he hadn't been thinking.
Even though he was technically the dominant one, she… he was in complete control. Maybe it was because he was drunk, maybe it was because he was still in shock, maybe it was because he was tired, and lonely, but as he felt the kid's warm heat engulf him –and she/he really was just a kid when he looked again – he melted. Axel's eyes remained closed, but he could just imagine the boy, grunting as he pushing himself against the redhead, stroking himself with his pretty little denim skirt hitched up high…
He came with a cry as he felt the tight walls clench even tighter around him, and leaned heavily back against the wall for some time, riding the waves of pleasure.
When he finally opened his eyes, the girl/boy's clothes were all fixed up and neat, and she gave him one parting glance, before turning an walking away. Axel suddenly noticed how blue his eyes were, like the ocean. He reached out a hand to her/him, but all words died in his throat.
Thanks for the ride.
She sounded sad.
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I feel like the last line may have been unecessary, but I don't want it to sound like a comedy or anything.