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Needing to wind down after staring at books all. Zeke finds himself at a bar downtown. He orders a beer and sulks in the corner, watching the people come in and out of the bar. Some are drunk and laughing with their friends. Others are sober, looking to get drunk. He sits back, thinking about his friends – all of whom graduated and are into their choice of career. He never has been one to go to bars. He never really drinks, he doesn’t like how it makes him feel.
As Zeke watches the patrons of the bar from his corner, he gets the feeling of longing. He wishes his friends would come out with him. Being well into his twenties, his party days are over– not that they even really began. He has always put school and his job first before anything else in his life. He wants to have a secure life, that’s what he’s worked towards since he was a young boy.
But now he’s alone, sitting in a bar, drinking cheap beer because he has nothing better to do with his time, except for studying. This unit is harder than the rest too, and he’s poured hours and hours into understanding all the concepts and formulas.
“Oi, beardie. Why you lookin’ so glum?” A man– a very short man– says, sliding next to him in his booth. “I saw you from across the bar, lookin’ so pathetic.”
Zeke bristles at the insult, but is more annoyed with the fact that it’s probably true. “It’s not nice to insult strangers, y’know.”
The man shrugs his shoulders, as if he doesn’t care– Zeke supposes he probably doesn’t. “Ah, I suppose that's right. My intention wasn’t to offend ya.” The man tongue swipes delicately against his bottom lip. Zeke watches transfixed, his eyes sparkle with interest. “You good, Beardie?”
Zeke swallows the excess saliva that has accumulated in his mouth. “Yeah, yeah. Why did you come over here?”
“Uh,” the man starts, “well I guess ya could say I was curious about ya. Too pretty to be lookin’ as sad as ya did, y’know.”
Zeke takes a good look at the man. He knows he is short– shorter than many of the women Zeke has gone on dates with (there was never a second date with any of them). He has dark hair, probably black or even a really dark brown. He is wearing an oversized band tee shirt – Black Veil Brides, Zeke’s never heard of them. He must have some super short shorts on, because Zeke didn’t see them while he was standing up. He is cute, Zeke isn’t exactly sure if he’s the type of guy he’d go for though. He looks young– too young to be allowed in bars, in all honesty.
“What’s your name?” Zeke asks, eyes narrowing in suspicion. What is this guy's angle? Why does he even care about what Zeke is doing? There are plenty of people in this bar, people that seem more like this man’s vibe than Zeke himself.
“Levi.” He says. “What’s yours?”
“Zeke.” He finds himself saying without a moment of hesitation.
Levi scoots closer to him, his naked thigh touching against Zeke’s clothed one. “Well, Zeke, you lookin’ for some fun tonight?” He purrs into his ear. It’s cute because he has to lift himself up to even reach.
“That depends,” Zeke says slowly, racking his brain for reasons why this is going to end badly. Zeke isn’t good with people – he tries, he really tries but people always say he is too boring. He also has never had the courage to explore his sexuality more. He had sex before, with his high school girlfriend but when they broke up he didn’t really go out to mean new people. Zeke doesn’t really believe in hookup culture, or perhaps he doesn’t understand it. “What is it that you do for fun?”
Levi rolls his neck, cracking it. “Hm. Fucking, mostly. Do you like men, Zeke?” He says, impossibly close. “And I mean that in the most respectful way possible.”
Zeke checks Levi out, really taking a good look at him. He is a relatively attractive man – the perfect blend of masculine and feminine qualities– and in all honesty, it has been so long since he’s gotten any touch from another human being. Hell he can’t even remember the last time he masturbated. “You are pretty.” Zeke says at last. The stranger– Levi– tips his head back, exposing his pale throat. Zeke licks his lips, thinking Levi probably bruises easily. “Just how old are you?”
Levi lets out a wry chuckle. “That depends. Do you want the truth? Or are you a pervert that’s into youngsters?”
“The truth.” He says quickly.
Levi holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Calm down, pretty boy. I ain’t accusing you of shit.” He says. “But I just turned .”
“Ah.” Zeke says. “I’m 24. Not that you asked or anything.” He blushes, but luckily for him his beard hides most of his face. “I’m not looking like jailbait over here.”
Levi laughs heartily, he looks amazing when he laughs. Zeke knows he’s done bad if he’s actually entertaining the idea of jumping into a random man’s bed, simply because he gave him some attention. “You do not. It’s probably the beard.” Levi says, wiping tears from his eyes. “So, would you like to have fun tonight, Zeke? It beats looking like a kicked puppy after everyone walks by you on the streets.”
“Sure, why the hell not.”
Levi nods his head and they both get up and leave the bar. It’s a cold day for California, and Levi is in fact wearing shorts. “Aren’t you cold?” Zeke says after they walked half a block from the bar. Zeke assumes Levi is taking him to his place. Even before Levi answers his question, Zeke is taking off his hoodie and handing it to the short man.
Levi’s face turns a bright pink– probably since he’s so pale– and he expects that offered hoodie. “Uh, thanks. But won’t you be cold?”
Zeke shakes his head. He has a long sleeve shirt on some jeans, plus he tends to run warm. “I’ll be fine. You look like you might blow away in the wind.”
Levi clicks his tongue in annoyance. “You calling me small, beardie?”
Zeke raises an eyebrow. “You are small though; what are you 5’4, 5’5?”
“I’m 5’3.” Levi huffs. He looks up at Zeke, they’re stopped at a traffic light. “You looked shorter in the bar, how tall are you?”
Levi looks absolutely ridiculous in Zeke’s hoodie – the fabric swallows him up. “6’2. And no I’m not just saying that, I promise.”
“I wouldn’t be none the wiser if you did lie.” Levi says, shrugging. He licks at his lips, thinking about something, Zeke only assumes. “Do you mind if we go to your place? I forgot to clean and I’m kinda embarrassed about that.”
“Oh. Yeah, sure that’s fine. We are almost there, anyway.”
Levi nods. “Cool, cool.”
They walk in silence to Zeke’s apartment. Zeke starts wondering if he should bow out, he’s not sure if he even has lube or condoms stocked up.
When his condo building comes in view, he looks down at Levi. “Uh, I might not be the cleanest. I was studying all day and doing homework.”
“Oh.” Levi says, face oddly impassive, “you’re still in college?”
“Med school, yeah.” Zeke says.
Levi’s eyes widened in shock. “Holy fuck. That’s amazing.”
Zeke shrugs. They are at his condo, he unlocks the door and they shuffle inside. The pace is exactly how he left it– books stacked everywhere, his cheat sheets spread out on the floor and table. There’s papers and notebooks on the couch and table. Levi takes in the space, taking his shoes– beaten up converse– off at the door. Zeke does the same and he leads Levi into the kitchen.
“Um, would you like a drink or something?” Zeke asks, taking out two glasses.
Levi still has his hoodie on– he looks amazing in it, which isn’t something Zeke is going to say out loud. He realizes he just likes talking to another person.
“You got tea?” Levi asks, standing awkwardly by the counter.
Zeke looks through his cabinets, “Peppermint fine?”
“Yeah.” Levi says. He looks embarrassed, but Zeke doesn’t mention it. Zeke gets a mug and heats up the water in the microwave for Levi’s tea. He lets the tea brew for five minutes before he takes it over to Levi.
“You want sugar or cream in it or something?” Zeke asks, moving his paper out of the way to set the hot tea mug down.
“Nope. This is fine. Thank you.” Levi says, picking up the tea and drinking it. He drinks it fast and Zeke just stands there watching him.
When Levi is finished he rinses his mug in the sink and cleans it. “Oh, you could have just left it in the sink. I would have washed it.” Zeke says. “But thank you. Um, I guess we can go to my bedroom now.”
“Sure. Lead the way.” Levi says, following behind Zeke.
Zeke’s bedroom is nothing to write home about – the walls are white, his bed is a queen with a tan bedspread and he has a brown dresser in the corner. Zeke takes off his shirt and throws it into the hamper by his closet.
He turns around and Levi is on him in a second, pushing him onto his bed, kissing him ferociously. His small hand roams freely on his body. Feeling him up and down. “Fuck, I didn’t know you were hiding all this under this fucking hoodie.” Levi moans, when he breaks away from the kiss.
He goes to pull off the hoodie but Zeke grabs his hand. “Can you leave it on? You look good in it.”
“Oh do I, now? That’s nice to hear, you’re a possessive man, Zeke.” Levi says, slipping off his shorts. “You have lube here?”
Zeke nods his head, pulling out his tube of lube from underneath his pillow. It’s not the one he actually sleeps on at night and he guesses the last time he used it, he was too lazy to put it away. “Yeah. Um, but I don’t have condoms.”
“That’s fine.” Levi says, moving off of Zeke so he can take the man’s pants off. His jaw drops. Zeke’s cock is standing up, flush red and hard as steel. “Fuck you’re huge, beardie.”
“Will it hurt you? I-” Zeke rambles, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I don’t really do this kinda thing.”
Levi raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Do what? Have sex with other men?”
“Well, that and hookups.” Zeke laughs miserably. “I haven’t had sex since I was a freshman in college.”
Levi tsks. ”Tch. A pretty boy like you, I have a hard time believing ladies keeping their hands off of you.” Levi’s eyes fall to his cock. He swallows harshly, “Especially with such a nice cock.” He leans down, putting the head of Zeke’s cock in his mouth. He tongues at the slit.
“Oh, fuck. Levi, shit!” Zeke moans shamelessly. His hand gripping his hair. Levi sucks and licks at his cockhhead for a few minutes, moaning and rutting his own cock on the bed. Zeke can’t see it, his hoodie and Levi’s shirt covering it.
Zeke nearly cums when Levi takes his cock deeper into his mouth, and into his throat. Because Levi is sitting on the side of Zeke instead of in front of him, he can see his cock bulging in Levi’s throat. Levi swallows around it a few times before Zeke is pulling him off. Levi looks at him confused.
“Something wrong, Beardie?” Levi says, cocking his head to the side.
“Was gunna cum.” Zeke pants out. His heart beating wildly in his chest.
“I would have swallowed it.” Levi teases, rubbing his hand over Zeke’s cock. “But I think I’d rather have you splitting me open.”
Zeke chokes on his spit. He sits up so fast, “That can happen?!” His eyes are wide in fear. “Levi, no. I didn’t know–”
Levi scoffs then laughs. “No, no, no. It’s okay, beardie. It feels good, with the right amount of prep. I’ll be fine.”
Zeke let’s out a shaky breath. “Are you sure?”
“Oh fucking stop it.” Levi laughs. “You are seriously too fucking hot. Give me the lube.” Zeke wordlessly hands Levi the lube. The smaller man hikes up the hoodie, exposing his ass– one of the nicest asses Zeke has ever seen. Levi squirts some lube on his fingers.
“Do you wanna watch?” Levi purrs. Zeke nods his head dumbfounded. “Good, now pay attention.”
Levi swings a leg over Zeke’s stomach, his ass on display. Zeke watches transfixed as Levi pulls his cheeks apart, “Can you hold them apart, baby?” He says. Zeke’s cheeks are aflame, but he does what Levi asked. Holding Levi’s ass cheeks apart, Levi takes the hand with lube on it and starts playing with his hole. Awestruck, Zeke licks his lips as Levi pushes two fingers into his asshole. He fucks himself with his fingers, then he adds another.
Soft moans fall from Levi’s lips and Zeke is absolutely wrecked. He’s afraid that he might cum just watching Levi fingering himself. Zeke knows that he’s going to last seconds, if he makes it long enough to fuck Levi’s ass. “Zeke, put lube on your fingers. Then carefully put them inside.”
“Will it hurt you?” Zeke asks, putting lube on his fingers; his other hand still holding Levi’s ass cheek to keep his hole exposed.
“Not if you use a lot of lube.” Levi pants. Zeke squirts some more lube on his fingers, then he pushes his middle finger into Levi. “Oh fuck, shit.” Levi moans unabashedly. “Your fingers are a lot bigger than mine. Shit.”
Levi moves back onto their hands, three of his fingers in his ass with Zeke’s. The inside of him is soft and velvety. “Does that feel okay?” Zeke asks. He pushes his finger deeper and feels something rough and hard compared to the rest of Levi’s walls.
“FUCK!” Levi screams, “Shit, shit, shit. Fuck please don’t stop.” He is sobbing, throwing himself up and down on Zeke’s stomach. His ass shakes with his movements. “Add another finger, please. Goddamn.” He throws his head back.
Zeke listens, pressing his ring finger in with his middle. Levi is a babbling mess, fucking himself harshly on their fingers. “You look so good, Levi. You feel amazing, I bet you are going to feel amazing squeezing around my cock.” Zeke says. He has never really been a fan of dirty talk- he over analyzes everything too much. Levi, however, seems to like it very much.
“Enough. Enough,” Levi pants out, his breathing harsh. “I want your dick in me now.” He moves from straddling Zeke’s abdomen to his hips. He grabs Zeke’s cock and lines it up with his lubed up hole. He slowly pushes himself on it, moaning loudly. “Oh fuck, you feel so fucking big, Beardie.”
Zeke’s brain is completely shut down. He cock being squeezed around Levi’s walls has him seeing stars. Levi is a lot tighter than anyone he’s ever been with- he is a lot small too. Levi pulls himself up, so only the tip is inside before falling back down onto it. He fucks himself hard and fast on Zeke’s cock. Zeke doesn’t even have a chance to tell the man he is cumming before it happens, but Levi doesn’t care. He fucks himself until he is spasming, gasping and cumming. Levi’s walls tighten over Zeke’s over sensitive cock.
Levi falls limp to the bed. “Fuck. I’m gunna need to use ya shower, Beardie.”
“Uh, that’s fine.” Zeke says. “But can we just cuddle for right now?”
Levi hums. “Eh? I guess so. If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”