Gavin downed another shot. Coming out had been a bad idea. He'd come because he needed a distraction, and he knew Tina had planned this to cheer him up. He hadn't told her a thing, but she somehow always seemed to know when something was up. She knew the moment he walked in after lunch four days ago. Usually, he'd be laughing and joking with Nines, but they'd barely looked at each other for the past few days. Gavin just hadn't been able to face him. It had been like that since their kiss at the hotel. He couldn't bring himself to broach the subject, so he'd buried it and avoided him ever since. They both had.
After dressing at the hotel, he'd felt subdued. Nines had barely looked at him on the way down. He wasn't sure if that was an answer or not. He'd said he was processing, but what did that even mean? That he was thinking about it? That he wasn't into it, but he didn't want to admit it? But he'd almost gone crazy at the mere suggestion of him sleeping with anyone else! That had to count for something, right? But Nines hadn't brought it up again. Sure, maybe the first day he'd needed to think it over, but he hadn't said a damned thing since then! How long was he supposed to wait for an answer? It felt like Nines had just ghosted him. They only talked when necessary. They hadn't met up outside work since. He hadn't texted, and they hadn't been alone together. They'd actively avoided it.
"Another?" Gavin looked up with a questioning hum. It was the barmaid. She was human. At least she looked human. You couldn't really tell these days, especially with the younger, prettier ones. It was actually one thing he liked about Nines. There was no way you could mistake him for a human with those six blue on black eyes. Silvery and luminous. Terrifying and cute, in equal measure. Phck, am I phcking pining right now? Gavin sighed and pushed his glass across for a refill. The young woman obliged with a double measure and nodded down to the other end of the bar. "From that guy." Gavin frowned as he turned his head to see a young man leering at him.
He was younger than him by about a decade. That's how he looked anyway. What the phck is he doing, flirting with a guy like me? Gavin hadn't even really dressed up. He was wearing his usual jeans and leather jacket, with a smart navy top beneath. Coming straight from work, his hair was probably a windswept mess, too. He felt out of practice and self-conscious as he ran a hand through his brunette locks and tried not to choke on nerves, hoping to god he wasn't blushing in the low lighting as the guy sauntered his way over. He was pretty hot. Glossy hair that reached his shoulders in soft waves, a silky looking black shirt, and tight leather trousers. As he got closer, Gavin could see his eyes were blue. Silvery blue. Silvery, but not luminous. Gavin sighed as he took a gulp of his double shot. It burned all the way down. He'd forgotten exactly what it was he'd ordered. Some sort of whiskey.
"You've been going hard tonight…Something on your mind?" He had a nice voice. It was smooth, but not too heavy. A pitch or two higher than Nines. Gavin did his best not to scoff. No, I'm just phcking peachy…He wouldn't snark. The guy was just being nice. Well, he was being polite in asking rather than trying to get into his pants right away, so it counted for something. "Tough breakup?" the man asked sympathetically as he leaned on the bar beside him. Gavin shook his head as he finished the glass. Do I really have such an obvious lovesick puppy vibe?
"More of a rejection." He grimaced as he swallowed another burning gulp, feeling the heat swell in his chest. The young man laid a sympathetic hand on his shoulder as he signalled the barmaid for another round. Gavin rested his hand beside the refilled glass, knowing he should stop. He'd had four bottles of some god awful, piss weak beer that Tina liked, and at least seven shots at this point. His tolerance was pretty good, but he was still feeling a little woozy. If he closed his eyes, he could just feel the room turning. With his eyes open, it was like his head was filled with cotton candy. He'd probably feel even worse if he got to his feet.
"You here alone?" the young man asked innocently as he toyed with his own tumbler of golden liquid. That at least confirmed the guy was human. Android drinks were only blue at the moment. Gavin shook his head as he squinted around the dark, crowded room. He pointed across to the dance floor, where Tina was dancing with Chris. It was usually the three of them on nights out like this, and it wasn't unusual for the two of them to go dancing when he was in a brooding mood. The young man followed his hand, though he probably wasn't sure who he was pointing at. Gavin blinked when he felt a glass brush his hand. He looked down as the young man picked up his drink.
"A couple of friends dragged me here…They thought it would cheer me up," Gavin replied slowly as he looked down at his glass. There was this weird feeling coiling in his gut. A feeling he got a lot on cases. But I'm not on a case right now…He sighed and shook it off as he downed the shot. He didn't miss the way the young man was almost smirking as he bit his lip. Warmth pooled in Gavin's stomach as the man stepped a little closer. Close enough to brush his arm and trail a hand up his back. His body froze upon contact, pulse thrumming in his neck. His skin prickled like it was covered in insects and his breath caught. He felt like a trapped animal.
"Maybe I can cheer you up…" The hand on his back slipped lower and stroked around to his thigh before squeezing. Gavin could feel himself tensing up. Coming out had been a terrible idea. This was his first time being in a situation like this since that case. Since the warehouse. He didn't even want to think about it. There was a hand on his thigh. Touching him. A lump formed in his throat as he swallowed. He could still feel the aches and pains from a few weeks ago. They somehow felt worse as he focused on the hand squeezing and stroking his thigh. He could almost hear those foreign voices. The way they'd cooed and laughed as they'd stroked and teased his body. He started to feel hot and jittery, unable to focus on anything but the ghosting touches on his hips and thighs. He took a breath and stared at the bar. There was only one hand touching him. It was only one person. This wasn't the warehouse. He was still dressed. He was still-"You don't look so good…Want to get some air?" the young man seemed a little concerned as he leaned in to look at his paling face.
"Sure…" Air was good. Outside wasn't so loud and hot. There weren't so many bodies. So many voices. Loud music. The thumping base. Gavin followed the tug on his arm as the young man helped him down from his stool. Phck…The world suddenly seemed to turn a lot faster. He heard a rich chuckle in his ear as muscular arms wrapped around his waist to stop him from falling. The alcohol was going straight to his head, and there was something else. He wasn't sure what, but his skin was prickling even more than before. His top was rubbing almost uncomfortably on his arms. That made the touching worse. He was hyperaware of the arms holding him, especially as cool fingers slipped beneath the back of his top. The bare touch on his skin was so much worse. Flesh on flesh contact. Bruising grips. Bending him over. Gripping his hair. Spanking him. Filling him. Biting him. Gavin took a trembling breath and shook his head. He wasn't back there. They were in a club. There was only one guy.
"Looks like those shots went straight to your head." The young man seemed amused as he tried to help him find his feet. Alarm bells were going off in Gavin's head as those cool fingers stroked and teased his spine. He gripped the young man's strong shoulders as he found his feet. The guy was only a couple of inches taller, which was a pretty good height for supporting his weight. The young man laughed as he manoeuvred Gavin in his arms. One arm remained around his waist while the other moved to loop over his shoulder. "Come on, the door's this way," he said as he tugged Gavin along with him. Gavin shook his foggy head as he focused on putting one foot in front of the other. He needed air. He needed to cool off.
They edged along the bar and into the short, dimly lit corridor that led to the bathrooms. In this corridor, there was also a small side door that led out to the back alley. It was a pretty popular smoking spot, but they were lucky for now. It was deserted. They stumbled down the few short steps to the cement and Gavin allowed himself to be tugged and pushed around until he found his back resting against the red brickwork of the old building. He groaned a small objection as a firm thigh slipped between his legs and a firm body pressed up against him.
Gavin's body was doing that deer in headlights thing again. He felt himself seize up as the young man pressed closer. It was like he was in the warehouse again. A small sound stuck in his tight throat as the thigh rubbed slowly. The same way those hands stroked. Coaxing him. Petting him. Squeezing him. Gavin trembled as he gripped the crisp black material of the man's shirt. Something was wrong. Not just because he was seizing up, but because his body was still reacting. His skin was tingling so much it almost prickled with heat. Warmth was coiling in the pit of his stomach and he could feel himself getting hard, even though that was about the farthest thing from his mind. Gavin leaned into the touch as the young man caressed his cheek. The gentle touch brought a strange sense of relief to the heat as it stoked and teased his sensitive skin. His dirty green eyes were hazy as he opened them and tried to focus on the man. The only man. It was only one man.
"You must be feeling pretty good right now…" the young man murmured in his ear. The teasing warmth on his skin sent a jolt of tingles down the side of his neck. Gavin panted as his body heated. Good was an odd description of how he felt. Physically, he supposed, the guy was right. His body felt warm and almost wanton, which didn't match up with how fucking foggy and fucked up his head was. The sensation of warm hands on his skin was unwelcome as far as his head was concerned. It was too similar to the warehouse. He pushed weakly at the man's shoulders as one of his hands slipped up the front of his top to tweak and tease his sensitive nubs. Pinching and rolling. Foreign purrs in his ear. Teeth on his lobe. At the first squeeze, Gavin was done for. He curled over and leaned his forehead against the man's shoulder, panting and whimpering as little jolts shot down through his core. Why did it feel so fucking good when he was fucking freaking out?
Gavin moaned louder as the thigh between his legs rocked up and ground against his trapped cock. The young man chuckled as Gavin clung to him, hips grinding into the stimulation. It was like being in the warehouse. Riding it out. Taking what he was given. Gavin was still panting as he was eased back against the brickwork. The man said something, but Gavin had no idea what. He couldn't focus on anything beyond the blood rushing in his ears and the heat of his skin. He gasped as a set of lips pressed against his own and he was pinned.
A hand tilted his face into a better position to assault his lips. It was the same. The same as before. Warm lips coaxing him to respond. Silent promises of relief from the pain and discomfort. Gavin squeezed his eyes shut and clung tighter. He'd never felt like this before. Usually, he was pretty fucking in sync with his body as far as sex was concerned. He'd never been in the position where his body was so fucking into it, but his mind was frozen. Not scared. He wasn't fucking scared. The trembling wasn't because fear coiled in the pit of his stomach. He wasn't a coward like that.
"Feels good, right? It's called pink…It comes from red ice, but it's altered to work as an aphrodisiac…It'll keep you on edge for hours…" That explained why his brain and his body were at opposite ends of the fucking spectrum. It was getting worse. He was beyond wanting at this stage. He felt fucking miserable in his clothes. It was too hot. They were too scratchy. He wanted to strip down right there in the alley. The need to feel hands on him was overpowering. He needed to be fucked. He needed it, but he didn't want it. The thought of warm hands on his skin made him seize up, and the idea of being fucked by this guy, or any other, turned his stomach. "Don't worry. We have all night…I'll take care of you…" Gavin's stomach turned as he was kissed again.
He was too weak to push back. He was freezing and tensing between touches, but as soon as the guy's hands were on him, he fucking melted. His hips were grinding on their own as a hand finally got his pants open and palmed his throbbing cock. His lips automatically returned the kisses he received as he shivered and trembled with every teasing touch. He jolted and moaned each time his nipples were teased and his cock was rubbed. Phck, this is so phcked up!