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No. 63795
From the kink meme
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Nathan is watching Simon, doing his best to be nonchalant, unnoticeable. He sees the way Simon licks his lips, eyes flickering around the room. The way his hand shakes, just barely, on the bottle of beer. Nathan finds these attributes both amusing and intriguing.
He’s used to the club – he’s used to the smell of puke and drugs and smoke, he’s used to the heat and the dancing and the yelling over pounding music. He’s used to the fact that it’s hardly fun, that it’s mostly headaches and frustration and the occasional drug bust. But it’s okay because right now, Simon’s about a foot away from him and he’s got a plan. Not a very good plan, but. It’s a plan. And he thinks it’ll work.
“Where are Alisha and Kelly? Curtis? I thought they were going to meet us here.”
Simon isn’t very good at projecting his voice – which is actually fucking adorable – so Nathan just shrugs. “Dunno. Maybe they got caught up in something. Heh, who knows, maybe they’re all just…busy together?” Nathan waggles his eyebrows and Simon blinks at him, not seeming to understand. “Christ, you really are…”
“Really are what?” Simon asks, staring up at Nathan with wide eyes. He takes a slug of his beer and swallows, not moving his eyes from Nathan.
“I dunno, you just are! Shut up and drink, freak.”
Simon frowns, biting his lip, but does as he’s told, turning back and keeping his eyes on the dance floor. “Well, are you going to dance or keep waiting for the girls and Curtis?”
Nathan tilts his head back and makes a face. “No one to dance with.”
“But…I’m sure you could…” Simon looks flabbergasted as he stares into the crowd of teenagers, boys and girls, throbbing together in a pack. “I’ve seen you, you could pick one of them up easily, one of the g-girls, I mean.”
Something swells in Nathan, an odd feeling – he doesn’t think it’s pride, but he can’t place his tongue on the word. It’s odd to get what seems like a compliment from Simon, and it also makes him kind of sad. Again -- odd.
“Dance with me.”
Simon twists to stare. “Excuse me?” he shouts, cupping a hand behind his ear.
“Dance. With. Me,” Nathan shouts back, louder and clearer than before.
“Um.”
Nathan rolls his eyes and grabs Simon by the wrist, dragging him towards the crowd of boys and girls. The beer slops down Simon’s chest and he cries out, but Nathan doesn’t give him a second glance. Crowded by all of the other people, Simon finds himself pressed tightly against Nathan, still in shock.
Nathan leans down, yelling into his ear. “Move.”
Simon stays still for a moment but then begins to do as he’s told, slowly rocking back and forth. Nathan smiles, easily able to catch up to Simon’s rhythm, despite the slight awkwardness. As Simon grows more comfortable, smiling at Nathan, he begins to use his arm, the beer flying over them on occasion.
Nathan begins to laugh, pushing himself closer to Simon so that their hips are together. Even in the gray, pounding light, Nathan can see Simon blush and start to move slower, as if the alcohol and heat is weighing him down. Nathan can feel Simon’s legs shaking, even as they sway back and forth, and he leans down, pushing his face into Simon’s short hair.
“I fuckin’ love seeing you like this. You’re out of your comfort zone…it’s nice.”
Simon doesn’t response, though his desperate swallow his audible. Nathan’s not one hundred percent certain of what he’s doing, but he lets his hand slide down Simon’s chest and to the crotch of his trousers. Simon gasps, though Nathan feels it more than hears it, as Nathan presses his hand against Simon’s apparent hard-on.
“Wh-what’re you doing…” Simon’s voice is faint, and Nathan only hears him because he’s so close. He pushes again and Simon’s hips stutter, the rest of his body twitching. He doesn’t say anything else, lifting a hand to shakily cling at Nathan’s sleeve. Nathan takes that as a good thing.
“C’mon.”
Nathan lets go of Simon’s dick and instead grabs his wrist, dragging him across the dance floor. No one notices them, but Nathan notices a pair of girls snorting coke in a corner and two boys making out across from them. Nathan figures they can probably get away with this.
“Nathan, hold on a minute…” Simon’s voice trails off as Nathan presses him against a wall – he’s not sure where they are, exactly, except that there’s a dirty bathroom to their right and further down the hall is a doorway leading God knows where. “Nathan…”
Nathan’s grip loosens, though he rocks his hips against Simon slowly, feeling his own arousal rising up through his stomach into his chest. Simon makes a small noise, sort of like a whimper, and presses his forehead against the hard wall in front of him. As Simon’s muscles grow less tense, Nathan finds it in himself to slip an arm past his hips and to the button of his trousers, working it undone and then undoing the zipper as well. He pulls out Simon’s cock, heavy and hot in his hand, and begins to jerk him off, pushed against the wall.
Simon whines again and reaches up, tangling his fingers through Nathan’s hair. Nathan moves his hand faster, and then Simon’s hips begin to buck, he stops.
“Fuck,” Simon breathes, nudging his head against the wall. They’re both breathing heavily, and the sound of the other two boys (possibly still just making out) surrounds them.
“Never heard you curse like that before. It’s hot.”
Simon hisses and Nathan chuckles, leaving one hand on Simon’s hip and using the other to pull a condom from his pocket. He rips it open with his teeth and then swears before letting go of Simon to unbutton his pants and push them and his briefs down his hips. He rolls the condom on his dick and then, frowning, spits into his hand. He strokes himself for a couple of seconds and then returns his attention to Simon.
“Hey, I’ll fuck you, alright? Against the wall. There might be people watching in disgust, but. You know. All works out in the end.”
Simon doesn’t answer, but even in the dim light Nathan can make out the heat in his face.
“Ready?”
Nathan doesn’t really give Simon any time to respond, gripping his hips and pushing into him. Simon adjusts himself, clinging to Nathan’s hair tighter than before as the side of his face is pressed against the wall. Rolling his hips, Nathan leans forward, kissing Simon sloppily. Simon kisses back, body twisted, and Nathan tastes blood in his mouth – he realizes it’s from Simon biting his lip so hard that it bled.
Nathan manages to keep an arm around Simon’s stomach, fucking him with tiny jerks of his hips and long pulls on his dick.
Nathan comes with suddenness, burying his face into Simon’s neck and groaning against his skin as he pushes him further into the wall. As his hips slow down, Simon comes, his body going quivery and weak, mouth opening with a completely silent moan.
They collapse onto each other and Nathan starts laughing.
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