Dave walked into Scandals, needing to get away from all the pressures from pretending to be this straight, big, dumb jock at school. He headed straight to the bar, ordering a Budweiser, and looked around at tonight's line-up of over-the-top drag queens. Oh gosh, is that Ginger Spice or Susan Boyle, he sniggered to himself, turning to make conversation with the bartender when he caught a glimpse of his friend out of the corner of his eye.
Sebastian was chatting up some beautiful black man, who was wearing snug dark jean and a skintight red shirt. Well, well. Looks like he's got a new victim. Dave just drank his beer, making small talk with the burly man in front of him. Still, since he knew how Sebastian could be, he kept glancing at the pair every so often.
Calvin and Sebastian slowly made their way to the dance floor. Sebastian had been putting things in the 'Black Beauty's' drink all night, and he was surprised he was still standing. Eh, any minute now… Sebastian put his arms around Calvin's waist, grabbing his ass and thrusting his hips against the other man's.
Calvin was starting to feel dizzy, or at least dizzier than he usually felt when he was tipsy. He grabbed onto Sebastian, trying to steady himself. Suddenly, he felt and erection thrust into his crotch. Well, at least he's cute. He put his head on this, to him stranger- since he didn't even know his name-'s chest and closed his eyes, trying to block out the tilting room. The playboy just curled his hand around Calvin's neck and kissed him, roughly nibbling on his lips.
Calvin was feeling worse and surprisingly horny, so he just let this man plunder his mouth, and even when he noticed the coppery taste of blood, he didn't pull away; not like he could anyway. Sebastian just kept gyrating against Calvin's half-hard cock, moaning softly against the shell of his ear.
"I really need to pee…," said Calvin as Sebastian sucked harshly at a spot on his neck. "Please, let me go."
"Guys can't pee when they have an erection," he mumbled into 'Black Beauty's' ear.
"Wanna bet? I'm like one second from pissing all over this dance floor," Calvin said, slurring his words slightly.
"Mmmmm, do you need help, gorgeous?" Calvin just shook his head and mumbled a 'no', shakily heading for the men's restroom. "Hey, Neanderthal," Sebastian teased, walking over to the bar, sitting next to Dave. He saw him watching the gorgeous stranger he was trying to bed, who was making sure he actually got to the restroom without falling down. "Cute isn't he?"
"Yeah, he is. You sure know how to pick them. So, what's his name? Where'd he come from?"
"Well, I find it easier on me in the morning if I don't even have to pretend to remember anything about their lives. I mean yes, I could just lie, but I have to give a little to repent for my sins, right? Anyway, I don't think I'll have to try much harder; I've been slipping him stuff all night. Plus he's horny, so it's just a matter of time before he begs me to fuck him," smirked Sebastian. When Calvin stumbled out of the restroom two minutes later, Sebastian immediately sidled up to him. He thrust his hips incessantly and licked and bit a path up Calvin's neck, all the while grabbing his ass.
"Mmm, I don't feel so good; please stop. Please? I feel really dizzy….Stop," Calvin whined, trying to push Sebastian away as best he could, which only made the brunette push Calvin against a wall and bite hard into his neck. "Aghhhh….STOP! Please," he whimpered. Dave had seen enough and walked up to the pair.
"Sebastian! Hey," Dave shouted into his ear, turning him by the shoulder. "Come on. He said stop."
"I see what's going on. You're jealous," whispered Sebastian.
"No," refuted Dave, grabbing Calvin by the elbow, who was about to fall over. "I just don't think it's ok for you to force people like this. I mean, come on, it's considered rape. Just chill, alright?" Calvin lost his balance again and stumbled into Dave's chest, groaning. "Do you want a ride home, now?" he whispered. Calvin groaned again and nodded his head. "Ok," he said, leading him away from the Warbler.
"Dude, what the fuck? Are you seriously cock-blocking me right now? Not cool," Sebastian said, blocking the way to the door.
"Smythe, out of the way." When he didn't budge, Dave threw a punch, hoped it landed, and grabbed the dark-skinned man's hand. Dave helped the man into his truck, got in on the driver's side , and turned on the ignition. "So, what's your name and where do you live?"
"Calvin….Columbus….I think I'm gonna be sick," he gagged, and Dave jumped out to lead him over to some bushes, rubbing soothing circles on his back.
"Shhh, it's ok. Just get it all out, Cal…"
Back in the truck, Dave found a bottle of water and gave it to the former Omega Kai. "So, Columbus, huh? That's quite a drive. Are you staying at a hotel?"
"No."
"O-kay. Where should I take you? Do you have friends that live near here?"
"No."
"….Do you want to crash at my place?"
"Please?"