Breathing By Rote, Chapter 8.
warnings: cursing, edited sexual content. Riley is seventeen.
oOo
1996.
Having hit his height but still possessed of his boyish charm Riley easily talked their way into the bar and into a round of beers. The place was overcrowded and they had to jockey for someplace to set their drinks, let alone themselves. Aaron loved it, already three sheets to the wind and horn dogging his birthday for all it was worth. The music was a little too 70s for Riley's tastes and blasting it at high decibels barely improved his opinion, but the crush of bodies moved in synchronization to the beat and he found his hips bumping in tandem as he tried to hold onto his drink. Bodies pressed in from all sides, making it hard to tell whether gropes were accidental or not. When a hand started down his jeans he moved to turn around, but the touch was as abruptly gone as it came. Hearing Josh call his name Riley forgot the incident, focusing on keeping up with his friends.
The reason they'd chosen this bar was its back room, closed off to the general public. Aaron wanted to lose his virginity and in the most spectacular way. The Blue Room was speculated to be everything from a one room brothel to an opium den (that was from Brigit, who at fourteen was addicted to the trashy romance novels she'd inherited from her older sisters), but Travers, their shortstop, swore it was a place that offered sex. By invitation.
Aaron had left heavy hints at the bar and Riley had rolled his eyes. Whether his friend got his orgy or not the blond was determined to enjoy himself. Knocking back the last of the cold beer Riley let himself be pulled back into the gyrating crowd, Josh barely grabbing onto him in time to follow along. The teenagers tried to stay close together, but unlike girls, boys couldn't really be seen dancing with each other. Though when Riley glanced around he noticed they were in a pretty indiscriminate crowd, couples and groups of both genders dancing with whomever was closest. The realization made him relax. While he fully planned to follow Ian and Patrick into the service, Riley was pretty sure he played for both teams, that he liked his women bossy and small, and his men take charge and big. He jerked off thinking of the girls in his older brothers' porn mags, but he also and more often fantasized about a dark haired man whom he could never give a face to. Those fantasies were always more realistic than the imaginings of a teenager should rightly have the ability to make them, but they were his favorite. Just thinking of them made that soft spot between his balls and his hole grow warm. Closing his eyes to savor the sensation Riley did not realize the notice he drew from the surrounding crowd; did not see the way the light reflected predatorily off dozens of eyes.
The weight of a hand palming his hip barely disturbed the teenager from his blissful haze. Guiding pressure and the music turned him into the body dancing behind him. Another hand cupped his ass and Riley reached up to clutch at the broad shoulders, knowing he was dancing chest to chest with another guy before he opened his eyes. A fucking gorgeous guy. His every sexual fantasy come to life in full living color. Riley knew he was gaping like a complete idiot but he couldn't help it. Even the dark chocolate eyes were right on.
"Is there something wrong, luv?" the man laughed and holy fuck, he had the best Irish accent ever. Riley was in love.
"N-no," he stammered, and then blushed. His older brothers had suave down to an act, but confront Riley with a pretty face and his tongue stopped working along with his brain.
Not that Mr. Gorgeous Irish seemed to mind. "Good and hullo, pet. Name's Conal."
Conal. He didn't really look like a Conal, but Riley wasn't about to say that. "Hi. Riley," the teenager said with his trademark infectious grin.
"Riley," his dance partner repeated with a smirk. A large blunt finger touched the corner of Riley's mouth, like the guy was fascinated with his smile. "You and your friends look pretty young for a place like this."
"We're not!" Well, Aaron and Josh weren't; Riley still had another eight months until he hit eighteen, but he knew he could pass for older. Was he about to be busted? Shit, what if the guy was an undercover cop or something? He'd been able to get in here and served because his cousin Jordan was dating one of the bartenders. His ass would so be history if he got caught, underage in a club and drinking too boot. There'd be a line for his whupping.
Conal laughed and leaned in to kiss the corner of Riley's mouth. "Good enough for me, honey. So this is your first time here?"
"Yeah." Shouting was a bitch, sucking in lungfuls of smoky air beginning to make his throat sting. As though he'd read his mind Conal curled even closer, putting his ear to Riley's mouth. The blond smiled at the gesture, emboldened to slide an arm around the strong neck. "It's my friend Aaron's birthday. He wanted to try and get into the Blue Room."
"Well, that can be arranged," Conal husked into Riley's ear before nibbling his lobe. "But only so long as you come with me."
The implied invitation was understood clearly and Riley stiffened in shock. He'd briefly thought about whether he'd get lucky tonight, but hadn't considered it'd happen with a guy. Was he ready for that? Did he want his first time to be with a guy, let alone a complete stranger? An absolutely gorgeous stranger, true, but did he want to risk getting some horrible disease that would keep him out of the Marines? What about AIDS? He didn't want to be the first guy with AIDS at school! Nevermind the condom he had was one of the twin's: what if it was too old? They got old, didn't they, didn't he remember that from health class?
"You always think too much, Riley," Conal softly chuckled, his hand slipping between the blond's legs. The touch felt horribly invasive somehow and Riley arched onto his toes to avoid it, but then Conal's fingers dug roughly into his crotch. Right into his secret sweet spot and the top of Riley's head fell off. Even if he'd been aware, he couldn't have stopped his moan. Euphoric warmth melted his bones and he dissolved into perfect bliss. Touching himself down there sometimes felt better than fisting his wood, but never like this. Through denim and cotton Conal rubbed that spot hard and if the teenager's brain cells hadn't been randomly firing in happy bursts he would have wondered how a stranger could have such an affect.
/Relax, childe/ Conal said as he kissed Riley with full tongue and wasn't it weird he could hear him? And he sounded like his old imaginary friend Liam, and the voice in his head that stopped him from doing stupid things, but none of that mattered. The brunette was shuffling them through the crowd and down a short hall at the back of the club to a black door. Riley didn't hear any of what was said to the big guy with the squirrelly face. Conal had taken his hand from his sweet spot and Riley wanted it back, now. He was so warm he was starting to burn. Another few seconds of garbled conversation and Riley put his own hand between his legs. He was standing behind Conal, but the bouncer saw him. It should have been embarrassing, especially when the asshole laughed and cracked some joke about virgins and whores, but Riley didn't care. He needed satisfaction now. His erection was trying to unzip his jeans from the inside, and damn, when did it get so God awful hot?
"No," Riley whined in protest when Conal grabbed both his bony wrists in one large hand. He needed something now! "Please, Conal. It's really starting to hurt."
/Patience, luv/ Conal chided, but he didn't make Riley wait too long. Less than a minute later the door opened and the larger man tugged him into a blue walled room.
The Blue Room was pretty big from what Riley could distractedly make out, with clumps of furniture thrown about the place. There were men and women in every possible arrangement, most of them in some state of undress. It reeked of smells the teenager couldn't place, his straight nose wrinkling in confused affront. A completely nude woman walked up to Conal, a fine line of what looked like blood underlining her bottom lip. She said something but Conal shoved her off before dragging Riley past. Briefly semi-lucid hazel met yellowish green and the woman reached out to touch his arm.
Before she could Conal was in her face. "My childe. Dare think to ever touch him again and I will feed you your fingers one by one."
The woman blanched and hastily stumbled back. "My apologies, master. I should have recognized him."
"See that everyone gets the message," Conal snapped before herding Riley away. He aimed for a more secluded corner of the room, to a wide over padded blue and black stripped armchair on its own wide platform up against the wall. Throwing himself down Conal pulled Riley after, brusquely arranging him to kneel, legs straddling his own. With his back to the room Riley was free to pretend they were alone, that no one else heard his needy moaning as Conal ravaged his clothing. Stitches in his shirt ripped when it was yanked over his head, baring his chest.
Conal's mouth immediately sealed over a rose-brown nipple, his hands at Riley's waist. Sucking and biting, he worked one nipple to swollen hardness while he shucked the blond of his jeans and underwear, shoes torn off with mindless ferocity. Left only in his socks, and one of those half off, Riley blushed. A very small part of him wondered what the hell he thought he was doing, but that voice shut up when Conal's fingers went to his crotch. He sank back into bliss with a small cry, his spine arching from the explosion of pleasure.
For the first time his orgasm didn't center on his penis, though he felt his ejaculation as a distant relief of pressure. Every cell in his body seemed to briefly catch fire, the rush of ecstasy burning through him. His entire body spasmed and he would have fallen if not for Conal's sure grip. The older man yanked Riley's head down, bringing his mouth within range, his agile tongue and firm lips teaching the teenager the hows of kissing. Sure, Riley had practiced with a good number of the girls in his grade and his older sisters' friends, but none of those sweet fumblings compared to Conal's expert seduction. Kissing had always seemed too messy and half the time his nose got banged, but the teenager had no complaints now. Conal nibbled, sucked and practically fucked his mouth, barely giving Riley breaks to breathe. Passive at first Riley started to tentatively reciprocate, encouraged by Conal's appreciative noises to further boldness.
When Conal pulled back Riley tried to follow only to be gently held back by large hands. His frustrated glare made the older man laugh. "Don't give me such looks, childe!"
Child? "Hey, I'm not a kid!" Riley shot back. "I'm, like, less than a year from eighteen so if you've got some sick fantasy about doing a 'child' then I'm outta here!" Angry at the teasing Riley didn't notice his slip up and Conal didn't wisely call him on it.
"Easy, it's just a saying is all. No need to ruffle ye pretty feathers," the Irishman cajoled with words and kisses, but what really worked was his soft rubbing of Riley's sweet spot. The conflagration of warmth re-ignited and the teenager quite forgot his momentary upset. Fingers stroked into his cleft, cool and slimy feeling. Riley whined and squirmed, but then he forget how strange it all felt because something, a finger, was pushing into his ass and after a brief cramp it all started to feel really good again. That finger was shoving in deep and he was thoughtlessly rocking into the pressure of Conal's hand, his own hands tangling themselves in the older man's longish hair. Conal let him lead the kiss this time and Riley happily took full advantage, ravaging the older man's mouth in ways he would never try with a girl, thrilled when his efforts conjured several deep groans.
Riley couldn't hear the noises he was making, deaf to anything but the thudding of his own heart and Conal's soft voice encouraging his debauchery. He did not see the shadows shifting closer, dozens of hungry eyes witnessing his claiming. Tear sheened hazel eyes closed to focus on the sensations of being tightly held and penetrated, of indulging in one of his most shameful fantasies.
"That's my boy," Conal murmured into his sweaty skin, effortlessly shifting Riley's long limbs to his wants. Legs unfolded and draped over the padded arms of the chair the teenager felt the burn of being spread so wide, whimpering a little and arching towards the dark brunette. "You know who owns you." Riley's head snapped back with a soundless scream, his voice stolen with the suddenness of being so quickly possessed. The teenager had never felt anything so consuming before in his life, and he had nothing to compare the sudden stretching ache so very deep inside. Conal lunged into his body, the penetration so foreign and strange he did not at first recognize the ecstasy for what it was until he shuddered in orgasm, the bliss coming after his rocketing ascent to the pinnacle. He was making some kind of noise, some small little shocked sounds that Conal's tongue licked away with broad swipes into his open mouth.
Conal did not wait for Riley to come back down, his mouth latching onto a pebbled nipple, biting and sucking until Riley pulled that cruel mouth to his own. He let the brunette take his weight, let him take his body and his pleasure with generous abandon and felt every offering equally returned. It was good, very good, and he moaned into Conal's mouth to beg for more, for this dream to never stop.
He must have briefly passed out because when he opened his eyes Conal was petting his sweat dampened back. The blond shivered and Conal leant forward to gently kiss his shoulders. "Beautiful," the older man murmured. "Thank you, Riley." For his first time Riley was blown away and contently let Conal cuddle him, feeling suddenly sleepy. An Irish stained voice whispered in his ears, echoing the voice in his head, and Riley just happily drifted, unaware of the scrutiny by the vampires and demons that openly watched their lord clean the youthfully toned body of cooling semen with his long wicked tongue. Riley could not explain the certain surety of safety that relaxed him into sleep, but with a smile lingering about his mouth he fell back into his dreams. His last sensation was Conal's kiss, warm and coppery, and the distant roar of a crowd.
oOo
Close to morning Josh found him tucked under a blanket in the chair and shook him awake. "Riley, shit man, are you alive? Riley!" The demanding voice pulled the blond from his rest and he blinked up at his friend and teammate, hazel eyes more grey that green. Dressed only in his jeans Josh's chest and back showed a wide array of bites and scratches as he bent to scoop up Riley's own discarded clothing. The blond catcher stared at him, trying to process that his friend had apparently had a pretty wild night of sex. Josh threw his clothes at him. "Come on, we need to get home before Aaron's parents realize we were out all night."
Freeing a hand Riley dumbly fisted his shirt. "Where is Aaron? And are you okay? Josh?"
The other teenager grinned, running a hand through his curly hair as he stood proudly. "Me? I'm fucking great, Ri. Last night was, damn. Just damn. I mean, there was like four of them, and," Josh shook his head, "it was awesome."
Remembering his own night Riley goofily grinned back. "Yeah, I think awesome covers it." He wondered what had happened to Conal, but didn't worry over it. Conal had been like a fantasy come true and he didn't want to ruin it by trying to make more of the one night stand than it was. Sitting up he winced a little at the soreness in his ass, but thinking on just how hard he'd been fucked he was surprised he didn't hurt worse. If sex was always like that, wow. The contentment he'd felt last night was still with him and as he slowly dressed, Josh walking off to find Aaron, he hoped the feeling stayed with him a long time.
TBC.
