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The music is far too loud for Robert’s liking, and he regrets his decision to come to this stupid gay bar as soon as he steps foot inside. Some mindless EDM is playing, bass thumping and it’s already pounding its way through Robert’s temples as he makes his way over to the thankfully not overly crowded bar.
It’s a Friday night, and he’s not entirely sure why he’s even come, he’d been round his sister Victoria’s for a barbeque and a couple of drinks with mates, and he’d been hit with such an intense wave of melancholy that he just had to get out of there. It’s not that he begrudges his sister or his friends happiness or anything, nothing like that at all, it’s just that being surrounded by happy couples makes Robert feel so overwhelmingly lonely that sometimes he just has to distance himself just a little bit. Vic understands completely, and when Robert had bade his farewell just half an hour earlier, Vic had given him a concerned and knowing look. But the thing is, she can’t truly understand, she’s been happily married for four years to her teenage sweetheart Mike, and their son, Robert’s nephew Harry is just about to turn 3, so she has no idea how suffocating true loneliness can be, even though Vic tells Robert that she ‘gets it.’ Vic is also the only other person on the planet, (aside from Robert’s occasional hookups) that has any idea about Robert’s sexual preference for men, which is fine by Robert, he prefers to be known as the proverbial bachelor, it’s just easier that way.
‘Whisky and soda, mate, cheers,’ Robert says to the barman, leaning against the bar, taking in his surroundings, and suddenly he feels far older than his twenty-eight years. The majority of the guys here are probably in their early twenties at the oldest, and it makes the weight in Robert’s chest feel even heavier, because he thinks that picking up some twink would actually make him feel worse in this scenario rather than better.
The barman slides Robert’s drink towards him, and he hands over a fiver, telling him to keep the change as he extricates himself away from the sticky bar, slowly sipping his drink as the song changes into something a little more sultry. He idly notices a guy leaning against the wall to his left, he’s got a pint in his hand and Robert decides that this other guy looks more out of place than he feels, which provides Robert with a weird kind of comfort. The stranger with the pint is dressed head to toe in black, his dark hair gelled back, with a dark stubble covering his cheeks and jaw, and Robert gets the feeling that the guy has been staring at him for a while now.
Robert downs his drink and is quickly up at the bar for another one, chasing the numbing buzz that makes him forget about everything for a little while, he can’t stand these places while sober. Though he’s trying to be vaguely sensible as he has work tomorrow morning at 11am, and he’s pretty sure a hungover lifeguard is highly unacceptable. He orders a double this time, glancing to the side, this time catching the eye of the guy from before, his glass is depleted now and he’s slowly nodding his head to the music, Robert is hypnotised by the movement, so much so that the barman has to tap him on the arm to remind him to pay for his drink. When Robert turns back to his previous vantage point he just catches the captivating stranger pushing through the growing throng of people towards the toilets.
He downs his drink in one go this time, putting his glass down at the bar. Robert is starting to feel the buzz now, he can physically feel his body loosening up, even the previous pounding in his temples has started to lessen. He moves towards the toilets himself, not entirely sure why he’s being drawn to this stranger, this never happens when he comes here, but Robert is intrigued so he follows his instincts as he pushes past the dancing bodies.
The bathroom is mercifully quiet and Robert spots him immediately, he’s standing at the urinals and Robert can feel his heart rate speeding up because he’s hit with a jolt of arousal, a hint of the impossible, that anything could happen, and it’s so juxtaposed against his mundane everyday life that makes Robert feel lighter than air as he moves towards the urinals, and the other man.
Robert sidles up beside him and slowly unzips his jeans, he does actually need to piss, it would be a bit weird if he just came here to stare at the other man. The stranger’s eyes are staring directly at the tiles so Robert allows his eyes to travel lower towards the man’s crotch, and his face heats up as he admires the slender fingers of the man next to him, his fingernails are bitten down, a little dirty, and it should put Robert off really, but it doesn’t.
‘Can I help you?’
The voice jolts Robert out of his daydream and he coughs, aware that his face is flushing, the other man is looking at him and Robert catches a glimpse of the most beautiful deep blue eyes Robert has ever seen, and pink lips, the bottom one wet like he’s been biting or sucking on it. It’s a fucking sinful look.
‘Nah, you’re good mate,’ Robert says quickly, shaking once before tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up.
**
It’s roughly an hour after his run in with the stranger in the toilets, and Robert is leaning against the bar, some pretty young thing with bleached blonde hair plastered against his side. Robert hasn’t seen the beautiful stranger since his embarrassing moment in the bathroom, and he doesn’t really know how to feel about that, however the blonde boy who Robert is pretty sure is called Dylan is doing a pretty good job at distracting him. Dylan’s hand is pressed against Robert’s hip, and his lips keep brushing over Robert’s neck as he talks nonsense over the loud music. It’s been nearly a month since Robert has picked anyone up, so honestly at this point, any attention is welcome. Robert’s eyes slip shut as he feels Dylan’s lips and teeth scrape over the skin on his neck, and his body sways a little to the music, he feels weightless as his fingers run slightly below the waistband of Dylan’s stupidly tight jeans.
‘You’re so fit,’ Dylan’s voice penetrates Robert’s hazy mind and he opens his heavy lidded eyes to see his stranger standing a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his hip cocked, and his pint glass replenished, his eyes boring into Robert, making him feel naked and exposed.
‘Sorry, love,’ Robert sighs, pulling away from Dylan a little, the blue eyed stranger keeps his eyes locked on Robert’s as he takes a sip of his pint, and Robert watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs slowly. His limbs feel almost alien as he makes his way over to the stranger, all thoughts of Dylan now erased from Robert’s fuzzy mind.
‘You’ve been staring at me all evening,’ Robert declares loudly over the music, he leans back against the wall, his shoulder brushing against the shorter man’s a little.
‘That’s because you’re by far the most interesting person in the room,’ the stranger states boldly, shrugging his shoulders, taking a deep drink of his pint.
Robert huffs out a laugh, shakes his head, then tips it back against the wall, the room shifting as he does so, and he realises that he’s a lot more drunk than he initially thought.
‘What’s your name?’ The stranger asks, looking up at Robert inquisitively, he has the pint glass pressed to his mouth and Robert can see the way his tongue is licking slowly along the rim on the inside.
‘Robert, yours?’
‘Nice to meet you, Robert, I’m Aaron… do you want to get out of this shit hole?’
Aaron.
‘Um, yeah… sure… Aaron,’ the words spilling from his mouth before he can stop himself.
Aaron's name feels good on his tongue, and Aaron gives him a look, necking the rest of his pint with a glint in his eye.
‘Don’t think me over eager or anything… just thought you might want to get away from that twink you were with who won’t stop glaring at us.’
Robert snorts and nods, his fingers are itching to run through Aaron’s hair, to make a mess of it, and a fleeting thought crosses as mind about what it would be like to pull on it while he’s fucking Aaron senseless.
‘My place is only about ten minutes away,’ Robert finds himself saying, taking himself by surprise because he’s never taken a guy back to his place before, but something about Aaron makes Robert want to take his time, he’s far too beautiful to be simply rendered as a five minute forgettable fuck in a dirty toilet.
‘Lead the way,’ Aaron says, and Robert doesn’t need telling twice, he feels Aaron slip his hand into his and it makes Robert’s stomach twist with something he can’t put his finger on because his hookups never normally extend their affections to an act so basic as hand holding.
Robert pushes his way through the throng of bodies, Aaron following him close behind. Once they’re outside Robert lets out a low, slow breath, the warm summer air settling on his overheated skin. He looks over at Aaron to see him pulling out a packet of cigarettes from his jacket pocket.
‘You want one?’ Aaron asks, holding his pack out to Robert who shakes his head with a smile.
‘I don’t smoke.’
‘Suit yourself,’ Aaron says, his response blunt and a little gruff, but not unfriendly, and Robert gets the impression that Aaron is no nonsense, which he likes.
Aaron lights up, and even though Robert isn’t smoking they both settle against the wall, mirroring each other’s actions, the music from the bar still reverberating from the open door.
‘I’ve never seen you here before,’ Robert states inquisitively, indicating back towards the bar with a nod of his head, then watching as Aaron slowly exhales smoke into the warm night, his head tilted upwards, and it’s times like these that Robert wishes he still lived in the countryside, you can never properly see the stars in the city.
‘Relatively newly single,’ Aaron says, but doesn’t elaborate further so Robert just nods, getting the impression that Aaron probably doesn’t want any talk of exes when they’re about to go home and most likely fuck.
‘You haven’t missed much,’ Robert scoffs. ‘It’s a fucking dive.’
Aaron smiles, well, kind of. His lips twitch up at the corners which makes something bubble up inside Robert because he realises it’s the first time he’s seen him smile since they locked eyes a few hours ago.
‘Wanna start walking?’
Aaron nods and they start to slowly meander through the fairly empty streets, though a police siren echoes in the distance. Leeds is never truly quiet either, another thing that Robert hates.
‘If it’s so shit then why do you go?’
‘It’s convenient I guess, drinks are fairly cheap… I just always feel a bit out of place.’
‘I noticed you immediately,’ Aaron says, his voice is serious, but his mouth is doing that slight upturn thing again that makes Robert’s stomach flip. He’s looking up at Robert, and Robert feels his cheeks start to pinken, hoping that the dark city streets make this inconspicuous to Aaron.
‘I hope that’s a good thing?’
‘Well, I mean you’re pretty tall so that was the first thing… but you don’t seem like some cocky little twink, or even worse, a straight person that likes to think they’re really progressive because they spend time in a gay bar,’ Aaron scoffs.
Robert thinks that’s a slightly over-critical evaluation of people who generally just came out to have a good time, even though the bar was admittedly pretty shit, but he stays silent as they walk. Robert is happy that the silence doesn’t feel awkward, neither of them feeling the need to fill it.
‘This is me,’ Robert explains as they reach his block of flats. ‘I’m on the fourteenth floor, and the lift is a bit dodgy so I’m sorry in advance if we have to walk up,’ Robert laughs nervously, and he realises a little too late that his flat is a complete tip because he hadn’t exactly planned on bringing someone home tonight. Robert never has guests.
‘No worries, mate, lift in my block is always on the blink.’
Thankfully the lift is working for once, and as Robert presses the button for the fourteenth floor Aaron presses himself up against Robert’s side. Robert feels his heart rate increase, it feels like it’s slamming around his fucking rib cage, because he always gets stupidly nervous before anything like this, however, Aaron has his hand resting on Robert’s hip, his thumb stroking slowly over the fabric as they wait to reach Robert’s floor.
Robert’s hand is shaking a little as he fumbles with the key to his front door, a mixture of anticipation, nerves and booze making him an uncoordinated mess. Aaron is chuckling to himself, pressed up against Robert’s back as he finally gets the key in the lock, they stumble in together and Robert is laughing now too because Aaron’s laugh is really nice and incredibly infectious. Robert kicks the door shut with his foot, it rattles in the frame and he winces because his neighbours aren’t going to be happy with him for that one.
‘This is me,’ Robert repeats but he instantly regrets it because that’s exactly what he’d said outside.
‘You already said that,’ Aaron laughs, and suddenly the smaller man has him pressed against the door, his fingers already going for Robert’s belt buckle and Robert hardly has time to think. Aaron is already panting a little like he’s desperate to get his mouth on Robert, not that he minds because it’s been a while since he’s had is cock sucked, and Aaron’s mouth looks like it's made for sucking cock.
Aaron sinks down to his knees and Robert is already half hard without even being touched, just from the mere idea of what’s about to come.
‘Oh, hello,’ Aaron murmurs as he tugs Robert’s jeans down to get a glimpse of his cock straining a little against his boxers. It makes Robert flush and squirm a little under Aaron’s gaze.
Aaron leans in and runs his tongue along the outline of Robert’s cock, wetting the clinging material and making Robert hiss. His fingers deftly slide Robert’s underwear down his thighs so that his cock bobs upwards, now fully hard. Aaron looks up at Robert then, his eyes dark with want before they slip shut and he runs the flat of his tongue all the way from Robert’s balls up to the tip of his cock. Robert feels his knees weaken a little because fuck that feels so good that his skin erupts into goosebumps.
Robert’s fingers find Aaron’s hair and he pauses a little.
‘Is this okay?’ he asks, slowly running his fingers through the dark, short strands.
Robert’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his cock is throbbing as Aaron nods, repeating his previous action. This causes Robert to yank harder than he meant to on Aaron’s hair, however, the low moan that erupts from Aaron’s mouth tells Robert all he needs to know about what the other man likes.
Aaron wraps his slightly calloused fingers around the base of Robert’s cock before swallowing the rest of him down slowly. Robert lets out a weak noise and he instantly feels all tension leave his body because Aaron’s mouth is so wet and warm, and his tongue is rubbing on the underside of Robert’s cock perfectly. Robert can just about see that Aaron’s mouth is stretched wide around his cock, and this is just what he needed, even if he didn’t know it.
‘Aaron,’ Robert sighs, relishing the way the other man’s name sounds on his lips, he tugs a little on Aaron’s hair again, urging him closer and Aaron just keeps swallowing around Robert’s cock like he’s hungry for it, and it’s Aaron’s enthusiasm that has the familiar warmth growing in Robert’s belly far sooner than he would have liked.
‘I’m close, fuck…’ Robert gasps out, his thighs tensing, his grip on Aaron’s hair instinctively tightening, and if it hurts Aaron he doesn’t make any indication of this. Instead, Aaron’s hands slide round the back of Robert’s thighs, his fingers grasping at Robert’s arse, parting his cheeks a little, a dry finger rubbing over Robert’s hole.
Robert cums with a loud shout without warning, his eyes slipping shut and his hips jerking forwards, Aaron’s nails digging into the skin of Robert’s arse as he swallows his release. Robert has to actually force himself to open his eyes as Aaron slowly pulls away from Robert’s cock, his eyes are watering and there’s cum and saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth.
Aaron wipes at the corners of his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, his pupils are blown and Robert sees that Aaron is hard in his jeans just from sucking him off. Robert awkwardly kicks his boxers and jeans down his ankles, his legs a little wobbly, a little unsure of what to do next, but then Aaron gets up off the floor and Robert instantly pulls Aaron towards him, slotting their mouths together as Robert attempts to lick the taste of his release from Aaron’s tongue.
Aaron is immediately responsive, shrugging off his leather jacket and letting it drop to the floor as they kiss like they’re dying for it, Aaron’s breathing coming in short staccatos against Robert’s lips.
‘Bedroom,’ Robert pants, tugging Aaron with him, his fingers trying to unbutton Aaron’s shirt as they stumble together into Robert’s bedroom, and Robert briefly thinks that he’s really glad he made his bed this morning, even if the rest of the place is a mess.
Robert pushes Aaron backwards onto the mattress and Aaron seems to expect it because he catches himself, leaning up on his elbows and gazing up at Robert. His eyes are watery but so blue, so fucking bright, his mouth red and swollen, and Robert thinks in that moment that he’s never seen anyone as fucking stunning as this man laying on his bed, hard for him, wanting him.
Robert discards his own shirt and jacket, naked now and kneeling next to Aaron on the bed as Aaron undoes his shirt quickly. Robert leans forward and presses the heel of his palm against Aaron’s straining erection.
‘Fuck,’ Aaron grunts, pushing his hips up as he tosses his shirt on the floor to reveal his lightly toned chest and arms.
Robert leans down immediately and runs his tongue slowly over Aaron’s exposed chest, his fingers slowly scratching down Aaron’s sides and down to his slightly jutting hip bones.
‘You’re gorgeous,’ Robert says softly, his lips still brushing over Aaron’s soft skin, almost reverently, because he can’t remember sex with a stranger ever being like this before. Robert is used to quick fucks in public spaces, not having someone spread out on his bed like this, all pliant and wanting.
Aaron just moans and Robert takes the hint, his fingers going to the button on Aaron’s jeans and tugging them down quickly along with his boxers. Aaron’s cock is far from small, and Robert leans down and spits on Aaron’s cock before wrapping a firm fist around him.
‘Ohhhh,’ Aaron groans, tilting his head back, still propped up on his elbows so Robert can see the long elegant lines of Aaron’s neck.
He pumps Aaron slowly, mesmerised by watching the beads of pre-cum glisten on the tip of Aaron’s cock. He sees Aaron slowly open his eyes so their eyes meet, and Robert thinks he can feel sparks between them. He’s also aware that the very notion sounds cheesy as fuck, so he dismisses it quickly.
Robert is already hard again just from watching how responsive Aaron is, how his hips twitch, how he grips the sheets under him, the way he keeps running his tongue over his bottom lip, then biting down, almost like a nervous habit.
‘You’re so fucking hot,’ Robert growls, flicking his thumb over the tip of Aaron’s cock, smearing the pre-cum then bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking slowly, not breaking eye contact with Aaron for one second.
Aaron moans weakly and suddenly he’s cumming all over Robert’s hand and his own stomach. He collapses back onto the pillow, his arms giving way from holding himself up, his back arching. Robert then immediately crowds Aaron against the bed, pressing his face into Aaron’s damp neck as he rubs his cock through the mess on Aaron’s stomach, the slide and drag of skin on skin is delicious and Robert spills all over Aaron’s stomach a few moments later, his body shuddering from his release.
‘Jesus,’ Aaron pants as Robert rolls off him to collapse next to him, his own breathing coming out in short bursts.
‘Yeah,’ Robert sighs, wiping a hand over his sweaty forehead before grabbing his discarded shirt from earlier, wiping the cum from his own chest and Aaron’s, a sudden wave of exhaustion coming over him. He tosses the shirt back on the floor, his eyes slipping shut, he can feel himself drifting off but Aaron’s voice jerks him awake.
‘Is it okay if I stay… don’t fancy trying to get back to mine at this time of night...’
‘Course,’ Robert muffles, dragging the covers over them, his limbs and his head feeling heavy with sleep and satisfaction. He feels Aaron shift next to him, and he vaguely thinks he can hear Aaron say something else, but sleep engulfs him before he can register what it is.