Nathan goes to the bar with Skwisgaar whenever either of them can scrape together enough money for a proper drunken night. That night Nathan didn't want to get too drunk, happy enough to nurse one beer as he listened to the band that was playing on stage. It wasn't bad, not the genre he usually listened to, a little too punk rock and not enough metal. Then again, the crowd kind of fit that style too. He looked around at the dancing huddle, taking in the sea of spiked hair and colorful clothes. As he vaguely scanned around, his eyes fell on a figure leaning on the bar a few stools away from him.
The man was small, not Napoleon small but definitely petite, especially when compared to Nathan's broad figure. His thin frame was clothed in tight jeans, with a black tank top that showed off deceptively muscular arms despite his lithe build. He had a shock of wild red hair that was styled so it stuck out at different angles. On anyone else it might have looked like they had rolled out of bed and walked out the door but it suited him, just messy enough. The thing that kept Nathan's gaze however, were his eyes. From his angle, Nathan could really only see a profile view but even from there he could see the venom green eyes the man had. Nathan had green eyes too, so it shouldn't have been anything different, but they were. Nathan's own were a dark green, like the leaves of the Amazon rainforest that part of his lineage hailed from. This man's eyes were practically neon green, the kind of bright color that warns you to stay away. And Nathan would have stayed away, content to sip his beer and stare for a few more minutes, if the man hadn't turned to look right at him in that moment.
Those neon green eyes connected with Nathan's and a blush crept up Nathan's cheeks. He'd been caught looking. Well, looking wasn't the word for it. He'd been flat out staring, transfixed on every feature. He would have looked away once caught, except the man didn't glare at him for being a creep like expected. Instead, he looked Nathan up and down before giving him a small side smile, biting his lip lightly. It made Nathan's heart beat a little faster and as much as he'd rather die than admit it, he might have had a few butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.
The man continued this look for a few seconds longer, ensuring that Nathan knew it was intended for him. He slowly rightened himself off the bar and sauntered into the dancing crowd, giving Nathan one last look over his shoulder. Now, Nathan would never claim he was a smart man. He had dropped out of high school for a reason, all that schooling just didn't make sense to him. But he wasn't dumb enough not to know what that look had meant. He quickly downed the quarter of a beer he had left, hoping it would drown those stupid butterflies, before charging into the crowd himself.
He wasn't hard to find, the red hair practically a beacon for Nathan to follow. The man had his back to Nathan, slowly moving to the beat of the new song the band had started playing. Nathan approached slowly, unsure now if this was what was expected of him. The few men he'd been with before had never played so coy. They had all been brunt and right to the point of what they wanted from him. This was new, but he liked that this guy was making him play this game of tag, reeling him in and making his pulse quicken in anticipation for what could be next if he was lucky.
Nathan sidled up behind the man, just close enough that he could feel the brush of the small body against his. The man glanced over his shoulder, eyes shooting up to connect with Nathan's. He gave him that same smile and arched his body back, deepening the contact between the two. Nathan's hands moved of their own accord, reaching down to grasp the man's hips and pull him in as the man stretched his arms up behind him to wrap around Nathan's neck. Nathan lowered his head to brush against the man's cheek, breathing a little heavier as he felt himself begin to harden at the ministrations of the man's ass against his dick. Fuck. In the back of his head, Nathan could barely make out the lyrics of the song. "In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more. With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more." That's all Nathan wanted, more of this man, more of his body. More. More. More.
Nathan spun the man around, pulling them closer so they were chest to chest. He bent his head down again so he could press his cheek against the man's. He could hear the heavy breathing from him now, the light gasp that escaped his lips when one of Nathan's hands grabbed his ass, the other roaming up the back of the man's shirt to grab at his bare side. Nathan could feel that they were equally aroused, the smaller man's bulge pushing against his thigh and his hands gripping the sides of Nathan's tee. Nathan grinded against him, enjoying the little moans the man let out whenever Nathan pushed a little too roughly into him. He looked down at the man, foreheads rested against each other. His pupils were blown, Nathan could see that even through his half lidded eyes. There was a flush on the man's cheeks, standing out brightly against his pale skin and spreading down to his neck. I could kiss him, Nathan thought, his lips are right there. He could feel their warm breath intermingling, lips practically brushing as they moved against one another.
There's a shift in the crowd that interrupts that thought. The band finished playing their set and everyone had stopped to cheer and clap. The hypnotic trance they were in was broken, ripped from Nathan much too soon. He didn't want it to be over, he wasn't ready to let go of his "dance" partner. But the man was chuckling lightly and letting go of the hold he had on Nathan's shirt. Nathan did the same, aware now of the many people around them and how visible they were now that the music had stopped. The man took a small step back and readjusted his clothes, the blush still prominent on his face. He looked up at Nathan and smiled again, finally speaking to him.
"Heh, thenks fer the dance. Here I was thinkin' I wasn't gonna have a good time tonight."
He bit his lip and smirked at Nathan one last time before walking towards the bar. Nathan stood rooted to the same spot and watched him go, unsure of what to do. Was it over? Should he have followed again? Those words hadn't seemed like an invitation though. He decided not to push his luck, worried about creeping the man out by being too pushy. Instead, he pouted as he walked back to his spot at the bar, disappointed that things had ended so abruptly. He sat in his stool and glared at his empty beer glass, still feeling the ghost of the man's body against his own. He called for the bartender, intent on getting as drunk as possible and ignoring the craving he still felt pulling at his loins.
The bartender delivered another beer and slid a piece of paper across the bar with it. Nathan looked at it confused as he hadn't planned on closing out his tab until he'd had at least 3 more drinks. The bartender gestured with his thumb to the other side of the bar where the redhead had been sitting originally. Nathan looked over just in time to see the man heading towards the bar exit. A tall, dark haired man was walking with him, hand gripping his shoulder possessively. Nathan's stomach sank at the sight. He continued to watch despite himself and saw the man turn and look at Nathan one last time, giving him the side smile that had hooked him so easily. He could feel the butterflies doing flips again at just that simple look. He continued to watch until they left the building, then finally glanced down to read the note and felt his mood brighten.
"980-4466. Call me, big guy. XxX, Pickles."