A/N. I'm actually mildly terrified to post this. I'm old, be gentle.
~Miss P.
Chapter One
He was such a slut tonight, but it didn't matter because a gorgeous guy had his tongue in his mouth and nothing else seemed to exist anymore. He'd been playing in the band for the graduation party—bass—and when they'd locked eyes Yuri had felt his bones melt. After downing the rest of his warm beer from the red solo cup he'd grabbed off the table near the keg, he'd wandered off to wait for the music to stop. It hadn't taken much to get the man to follow him, dark, broody eyes boring into him as he'd pushed Yuri up against the wall near the closet they were currently making out in. The kiss was searing, intense, deep; just the way he liked them.
"Ah-ow." Yuri breathed, awkwardly trying to reach behind him and dislodge the hanger that was digging between his shoulder blades. The wiggling movement produced a growl from the dark-eyed stranger, and teeth set upon Yuri's neck.
Fuck hangers. He'd live.
His legs, wrapped around a narrow waist, tightened, and the arms slung over broad shoulders moved, one slipping over the front of a hard chest to grip the tight black shirt, the other gliding up so that his fingers could tangle in the longer hair on the back of his head. He pulled and the man bit harder, making Yuri's dick twitch against him. He rolled his hips forward and hands slapped against his ass, gripping tight and pulling so he could grind right back. Yessss. Yuri could feel him beneath his jeans; thick, hard, ready. He was going to hurt in the morning, but fucking hell he didn't give a shit.
"Got a condom?" He breathed, his voice rough and breathy but edged with greed and desire.
The man chuckled against his neck and licked his way up to Yuri's delicate ear.
"In my back pocket. Get it yourself if you want it so bad."
His voice…. Yuri shivered and moaned, unconsciously gripping hair tighter and tugging. It was like his words were formed straight from the lust pumping through their veins, curling like fire around his already heated skin. Yuri lifted himself up, gripping the closet rod with one hand and twisting his body so that he could reach around and plunge his hand into the back pocket. He felt a wallet—thick, leather—and after a moment of fishing realized that the condom had to be hiding inside. Meanwhile, lips and teeth were back on his neck, kissing, biting, sucking on skin until it hurt and Yuri's nipples hardened to points. He whimpered and wiggled, pulling the wallet free and falling back, away from that insistent mouth. Wallet in hand, he held it up and opened it, frantically searching its contents. The man watched with a bemused smile, his dark eyes roaming over what he could see of Yuri in the dim light that seeped under the door.
Yuri growled and cursed before he finally found it tucked behind a wad of cash that he barely had a moment to admire, and he quickly shoved it against the hard chest before him.
"Suit up, I want you inside me." Bossy; some guys liked that, some guys were turned off, but judging from the grin on the man's face this one didn't mind. Good.
Not waiting, Yuri reached for the button on his pants and tried to figure out how to get them down without unwrapping his legs from the lean hips. The wallet fell to the floor unnoticed as he frantically pawed at himself.
"Grab the shelf above." That voice curled round him again and Yuri looked up, barely seeing the darker ceiling of the closet. He reached up with both hands and held onto the lip of the shelf. The man put the condom wrapper between his teeth and stepped back, forcing Yuri to either loosen up or follow him. He didn't want to let go, but knew deep down that he would have to. At least a bit. Eager fingers yanked his zipper down and wide palmed hands skimmed his hips back, rough fingers scraping against the soft skin of his lower back as they hooked in his jeans and roughly yanked them down over his ass. Yuri whimpered as the man moaned, eyes narrowing to slits as he grabbed a handful of each cheek and squeezed. He hummed and let go with one hand, tearing the condom package with his teeth and spitting out the plastic.
"Hold tight again." He commanded, and Yuri didn't think twice about refusing. It was more awkward now, to wrap his legs around him with his pants down past his hips, but he managed, somehow, to do both that and hold himself up so the man could fumble underneath him and blindly pull himself free.
The man grunted, closing his eyes as if to better concentrate on what he was doing, and Yuri could only guess where he was in the process. It was taking forever, or so it felt like it, and he rolled his hips forward, trying to get some sort of friction going again. His lust-fueled high was burning off on the edges and he was growing frustrated. He heard the man grunt and sigh before hands were on his ass again, squeezing and pulling him closer even as he backed Yuri flush against the wall. Yuri hit with a thud and grunted, nearly toppling over when his legs were roughly jerked upward so that they could hook over the man's strong arms.
"Ready?" He growled, shifting his stance and tilting his hips for the right angle. Yuri nodded, though he wasn't all that certain he could manage to get it just right to take him in without hands to guide him. He'd never admit it, but he wasn't really all that talented with sex quite yet. He felt the sheathed cock bump into his ass cheek, slide between and slick the passage. He sighed and let his head fall back, doing his best to undulate his torso, angle his hips just right. He felt the head press and push away several times before they managed it. The pressure was harsh, and he grit his teeth as he was forced open and that thick cock he'd felt under denim pushed its way inside him.
He should have prepared better for this, but he hadn't expected to end up in a closet with someone, ready to fuck blindly against a wall. Fuck it. Yuri moaned, the sound cutting off as he bit his lip and squeezed his eyes shut. It stung, he'd never felt quite so full, and he could feel his body reflexively tighten. The man grunted against his neck, searing breath puffing out against moist skin, and Yuri blew out a stuttered breath to try and relax. His hand was back in that silky dark hair, gripping tight, pulling as he breathed out once more, pleased when he felt himself loosen up. A tongue rasped against his skin and the tiny groan that Yuri let out turned quickly into a startled yelp as the cock was abruptly rammed in as deep as it could go in that position.
"AhhfffUCK!"
He felt his hips lift with the powerful thrust, the arms holding up his legs shifting, spreading him. His head tipped back, hitting the wall again, and he could feel his hair tangle behind him as he was bounced up and down. He tried his best to move back, working his torso, tilting his hips and rolling forward to meet the quickly frantic thrusts. It was too much, too quick, heat rising and exploding over his skin, making it vibrate and tingle. His throat burned from gasping, strained from the moans and cries and curses that echoed in the small space. His entire body thrummed with pleasure, spurred further by the low, guttural grunts from the man fucking him so roughly.
"Y-yeahffuck, mmmm harder." Yuri moaned and he felt, rather than heard, the man chuckle breathlessly against his neck. He pulled back and sucked Yuri into another deep, intoxicating kiss, tongue thrusting forward and pulling Yuri into a different sort of seduction.
He was going to die, he knew it.
HIs body tightened again, and he felt that tingle in his balls as the man hit that wonderful spot over and over again. His legs spread further, as much as they could, as the pleasure rose, crested, and then spilled over. He cried out, toes curling in his shoes, fingers yanking hard in the man's hair, his body going taut like one of his guitar strings before it snapped and he all but screamed as he came; lust shooting out and dirtying a dark shirt. He was pulled forward, hands suddenly gripping his ass, pulling his cheeks apart as the man slammed forward and buried himself. In his daze Yuri could feel the pulsing inside him and he let out a blissful sigh.
They remained in that position for a long moment, each working to regain their senses before the man gently moved his arms, letting Yuri's legs drop to the floor. Yuri shivered as the softening cock slipped out of him, eyes rolling under closed lids, and he barely kept himself upright on his shaky legs.
"You alright?" A rough, deep voice asked, and Yuri snorted, a slow grin pulling his pink lips.
"Mmmyeah. I'm good." He chuckled and absently reached down with one hand to fumble with his pants. He hadn't realized yet that he was still gripping tight to the man's hair, but the other didn't seem inclined to make him stop.
There was a snap of rubber, and the sound of a zipper before hands were on him again, helping his pants up, zipping, buttoning them for him. Yuri thought that a bit odd, but he was thankful because apparently his brain had forgotten how to do things properly at the moment. And then a mouth was on his, slower, sensual, sucking him under the wave of bliss once again, but keeping him in far shallower waters this time. He hummed and didn't notice his phone being slipped out of his back pocket, barely registered when the man pulled away and light filled the small space briefly. Yuri didn't lock his phone, no one touched it and he held nothing important on it really. It only irritated him to have that extra step so he'd turned it off the instant he'd gotten the phone. It was shoved back in his pocket and lips pressed against his ear, hot breath caressing the delicate shell.
"You should get yourself cleaned up as soon as you can walk again. I had fun, but I have to get back to my band."
"Okay."
The door opened and closed softly, and he was suddenly alone. Yuri sighed and sank to the floor, a silly smile on his lips, eyes closed, body perfectly sated. So what if he was in someone's closet. He'd done far worse than sleep in it already. With a sleepy chuckle, Yuri let his mind drift to steamy dreams of dark-eyed strangers in dark, small rooms.