In a dim lit bar, Lukas tries to go down on Sören in his own way.
Notes: Written for Grimmsche over on tumblr/dA.
Lukas sat down at the counter of a dimly lit bar next to a tall blond man. He had watched him for quite some time now. He looked rather handsome, but then again like a dork while he was drinking. So he had been thinking for a while whether he should go over to him.
"One beer for me and this lovely beauty over here," the guy told the bar tender, before he turned to Lukas and grinned at him. "Hi, I'm Sören." He extended his hand to him.
"Don't you touch me," Lukas hissed. "Just sit there! If you keep it nice I'll let you treat me a beer."
To his surprise, the guy laughed. "Well, okay, a little bit awkward, are we?" he asked.
"Just shut up," Lukas growled. "Just sit there and look at me." He pushed over the glass of beer the bartender had just brought him.
"You're weird," the guy said. "I like that." He rested his head on one hand. "I could stare at you forever, cutie."
"Why don't you do in silence then?" Lukas huffed. He had no idea why he had come over. This guy wasn't a dork, he was a downright idiot. But he also wanted these bright blue eyes to watch him all night.
Lukas kept watching him. He watched him drink his beer, pouring it down in big gulps. He watched his Adam's apple move up and down with every gulp. He watched him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand after he had put the keg down. Oh, how Lukas would love to see this at a different place after swallowing something else.
Lukas looked down to Sören's chest, watched it move when he was breathing. If he squinted he could see muscles though his shirt. At least, Lukas wished for that. Sören's arms also looked pretty strong. Just like the arms he would like to have around his waist. He wanted to touch them.
Hesitantly, Lukas extended a hand to touch the lower of Sören's arm. The tips of his fingers brushed though the long hairs there. They felt pleasantly soft. Lukas liked the feeling.
"So, you're allowed to touch but I ain't?" Sören chuckled.
"Shut up and kiss me now!" Lukas demanded instead of answering. He grabbed the other's collar to pull him close. Their lips met in an angry, demanding kiss.
"Man, it's true what they say, the crazy are always great kissers," Sören chuckle when they broke the kiss for some heartbeats.
Lukas put some money on the counter, enough to pay for both their beers. "Just shut up," he panted. Sören wasn't a bad kisser himself after all and the kiss had left him breathless. "You! My place! Now!" He grabbed Sören by his wrist and dragged him out of the bar without waiting for an answer. By what he took that idiot for, he most likely didn't even mind.