Dean leaned back against the bar, propping his elbows on the polished surface. He gave the bartender a brief shake of his head when asked if he wanted another beer as he surveyed the room.
Why did he let Sam and Jo talk him into this again?
"You need to get out and have some fun," his giant of a younger brother had said with Jo bouncing excitedly on her toes in the background. Apparently rarely leaving their shared apartment made Dean eligible for the senior special at IHOP. So he'd been dragged out for "fun."
"Fun" apparently included shitty music and flashing lights. "Fun" was giving Dean a bitch of a headache.
He was so lost in his thoughts he missed the appearance of another person until a hand slapped the bartop just inches from where he stood.
His head turned at the sound and holy hell.
The guy had a slight build, made obvious by tight jeans and a fitted black shirt. Dean licked his lips as a hint of skin peeked out when Hotstuff leaned over to wave at the bartender. His hair stood out in odd angles, looking like someone had been running their hands through it.
"And one for Adonis over here," he was saying as he turned to face Dean.
Dean shook himself from his reverie. "What?"
"You're doing a shot with me and then we're going to go dance," Mr. Sex Hair answered with a wink. He paid the bartender before turning to Dean with an expectant expression.
"A little sure of yourself, aren't you?" Dean asked with a smile. He liked the cocky attitude the guy was giving off.
"The way I see it is you can accept my offer and we go from there or you turn me down and I get twice the alcohol. Either way, go me." He lifted the glass to his lips and raised an eyebrow.
Dean broke eye contact long enough to grab the other glass and knock it back. He immediately pulled a face as the sickly sweet flavor of butterscotch, barely tamped by alcohol, flowed across his tongue.
"What the fuck was that?"
Sex Hair was watching with amusement. "Buttery Nipple. Didn't you hear me order it?"
"Obviously not." Dean raked his tongue across his teeth like he could scrape the taste away.
"I'll bet you're one of those manly dudes that only drinks beer and straight liquor." He tilted his head back to take the shot before locking Dean's gaze back while licking stray bits of liquid from his lips.
Dean swallowed hard as he watched the pink tongue trail across Sex Hair's lips. Those lips curled into a smile seconds later.
"Come on, Adonis. I'll make it up to you."
With that, Dean felt himself pulled forward toward the mass of writhing bodies also known as the dance floor. Somewhere in the throng, he registered Sam's head bobbing above all of the normal sized people.
His brother-search was quickly interrupted by the presence of a tight ass pressed to his pelvis. His hands shot down to the hips grinding backwards into him. It didn't take long to find the rhythm and match it.
Sex Hair, Dean really needed to learn his name, was only a few inches shorter. It was one reason Dean had started exploring the male side of his bisexuality. Women felt so tiny and breakable to him. Of course, at over six feet and well muscled, most people were tiny compared to him.
He hissed and his hands tightened as the guy rolled his body against Dean's. That same tight ass doing a number on his now hard cock.
The guy turned in Dean's grasp and gave Dean a wicked smirk, his eyes flicking downward to the obvious situation in Dean's pants. Lithe hands danced up Dean's chest and made their way across his shoulders before one hand gripped the back of his neck.
Their lips met in the middle, Dean barely remembering the awkward moment before every first kiss. It was hot, filthy, and left Dean panting.
There were lips brushing his ear. "I'm going to the bathroom."
Suddenly, Dean found himself alone on the dance floor. His head whipped to the left to watch dark hair weaving through the crowd. He didn't take long to follow.
The bathrooms at this club were made for sex. The huge room cordoned off into individual stalls with floor to ceiling walls enclosing each cubicle. Dean got a flash of black shirt going into the one at the end. Ignoring the amused snort of the guy washing his hands, he made his way to the cubicle and let himself in.
Sex Hair stood there, leaned against the wall with a predatory grin on his face. Dean locked the door and advanced into the small space.
He barely had time to register the intense blue of the guy's eyes before they were kissing again. It was full of tongues and teeth and wandering hands.
The guy pulled off long enough to growl out, "fuck me" before attacking Dean's mouth again.
Dean could handle that.
He spun the guy around, pinning him to the wall and reaching to undo his jeans. That tight ass was revealed as Dean yanked the jeans to knee level. Sex Hair put his hands on the wall and pushed backward with a small groan.
Dean thanked his over prepared self for grabbing a packet of lube and a condom on a whim before leaving the house.
He took a moment to grind his clothed erection against the pretty skin on display while he ripped open the packet of lube. Slicking up his fingers, he worked one into the guy in front of him.
Oh fuck he was hot and tight on the inside. Dean groaned and rested his forehead between the guy's shoulder blades while he worked his finger in and out. He added another seconds later.
Curling his fingers, he sought out the spot that would . . .
"FUCK!" Sex Hair growled out, bucking his hips and tightening briefly around Dean's fingers. Dean bit his lip, that was going to feel so good around his cock.
He was up to three fairly quickly, pumping in and out in time with the beat pulsing through the overhead speaker.
"I swear to God, if you don't get your dick in me soon I'm going to leave and find someone that will thank you for prepping me for them."
Dean removed his fingers and unsnapped his jeans. He'd worry about the traces of lube on denim later. Hell, he'd make Sam do laundry because this shit was all the sasquatch's fault.
The condom went on quickly and he used the remaining lube to slick his overheated cock before leaning in to whisper in the guy's ear. "We wouldn't want such a hard work to go to waste would we?"
He pressed in, hissing at the tight heat surrounding him. When he was buried to the hilt, Sex Hair wasted no time in rolling his hips to grind against Dean.
Dean grabbed the guy's sharp hipbones and set a brutal pace. He pounded into Sex Hair, the sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing filling the stall.
"Oh shit," the guy was babbling as he reached down to fist his cock. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Don't stop. Oh shit." His body tightened up as he came, white painting the wall in front of him.
Dean groaned as he was forced over the edge right after. He slapped a hand out on the wall to steady himself as he pulled out and removed the condom. He tucked himself back in his jeans and turned to face his partner in crime. . .
. . . only to see him slip out the stall with a wink in Dean's direction.
Dean leaned back against the wall and let his head thud against the tile.
He chuckled to himself as he sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Well, that was fun."