Brendon pushed his hands into the pockets of his light jacket, the sounds of his sneakers scraping the sidewalk filled his ears, making him anxious.
His dark brown hair billowed gently on the breeze as it brushed past him, cupping his cheeks and running through his hair, like gentle, icy fingers.
He footsteps ceased when he saw his destination, not ten feet in front of him. He took a deep breath and nodded to himself, walking up to the door and chuckling softly to himself as the name of the establishment was also printed onto the glass door.
"Clothes Off!" was written in bold, graffiti lettering.
As he entered the dimly lit building, he felt the bass in the music shake his chest just from the volume and intensity.
He let his eyes wander over his surroundings and saw many different things. Things that were new to him.
He saw a couple of people getting lap dances, some making out with scantily clad men and women, and some chatting at the bars, boners rising slowly with the dirty sentences leaving their sinful lips.
Brendon gulped a little to himself as he walked up closer to the stage. A woman was spinning on the poles, dancing seductively and giving Brendon a smirk. Brendon supposed that she was attractive, blonde hair, huge breasts, big ass, succulent curves, the only problem was that she was a woman. Brendon was entirely gay and open about it, so she simply wasn't his type.
The woman finished her dance and collected the piles of single bills covering the stage before fluttering off the stage in her six-inch pumps.
Suddenly the lights got dim and another bass heavy song began pumping in the background, slowly gaining volume as spot lights spun around the stage, making Brendon dizzy as he watched them.
"And now...for the one you've all been waiting to see..." A man's voice said like one would at a bad boxing tournament. "Young Vein!" He introduced. Brendon looked up, expecting to see some sort of woman with long, curled hair and too much makeup. Instead, his eyes were met with the scantily clad body of a man with heavy eye makeup.
Brendon felt his jaw drop as the man walked out, onto the long stage gracefully, a black and gold feather boa adorning his neck. He smirked to all the men hooting and hollering at him, waving cash in the air like addicts.
Young Vein walked to the pole, walking around it and inspecting it before slipping a leg around it, spinning expertly and bending backwards to catch a glance at all the men's faces. They all looked like dogs after a jog, their mouths open, panting as their boners rose just simply watching Vein dance.
Vein rolled his eyes, wearing the plastic smile as he was taught, swinging his hips just the right way and winning all of their hearts with a single glance and wink.
As he danced on the pole with his skillfully crafted muscles, he saw someone that almost made him stop moving completely. Staring at him with chocolate brown eyes, shielded by thick rimmed, black glasses. He looked mesmerized, but in a different way than the other hopeless pieces of shit in this place. He looked out of place. Vein wiggled his hips a little bit more seeing the other man gulp and look entirely too uncomfortable, but also looking as if he never wanted to look away.
Dollar bills were tossed at Vein like rain, but he smirked to himself and decided to do the sort of thing he almost never did since his early whoring days.
He walked closer to the man in glasses and hopped off the stage, wrapping his legs around the other's narrow hips as he sat in one of the red, false-velvet chairs. He slowly slipped his boa from his neck and worked it around the now very surprised and scared looking man.
Vein spun the boa around the other's neck slowly, letting the feathers tickle his skin. Vein moaned cheaply and let the feathered scarf rest around his new eye candy's neck. He leaned down and let his lips smother the other's.
Brendon couldn't decide what to do. This sexy creature was making out with him, straddling his waist and making his pants painfully tight. This was way more than he was expecting to get when walking into this club, but he didn't know how to feel about it. This was just a stripper! All he wanted was to be paid, so Brendon told himself not to fall for the mahogany eyes boring into his own chocolate orbs.
This was definitely easier said than done for poor Brendon, however, as the dancer's velvet lips softly smothered Brendon's. Softer than the false velvet beneath Brendon's ass, Vein's tender kisses smothered Brendon's once level-headed thoughts.
Brendon felt his hands begin to wander over Vein's practically naked body. Calloused hands fluttering over buttery skin. Brendon's breath accelerated as Vein ground their crotches together.
Vein smirked to himself, loving the sensation of the other man's lips against his own. He moaned to himself as he felt the delicious friction of their crotches grinding together. This may lead to more than teasing. More than he'd gone in a long time, with anyone at all.
Vein smiled and pulled away from the other man, a thread of saliva connecting them. Chocolate brown eyes looked up innocently to Vein and he felt himself begin to feel an unfamiliar emotion to him. So uncommon it was practically foreign to his mind and difficult to process.
Vein had not only fallen in lust with this man in glasses, he seemed to be falling in...love...such a strange concept for the dancer.
Brendon's hands gripped Vein's narrow hips and his eye gazed up at the other man. His boyish features and pained, mahogany eyes looking back at him.
Vein leaned down to whisper in the other man's ear.
"You're so out of place here, sexy, what's an innocent thing like you doing in a bad place like this?" He whispered and Brendon shuttered.
"I-I was told I'd have a good t-time..." Brendon stuttered out and Vein chuckled sinisterly. He nodded with a big grin and licked up Brendon's face, sucking on his cheekbones. Vein moaned softly and nibbled on Brendon's earlobe.
"Think it'd be fun if we got out of here...? Had a little more fun...? He whispered and Brendon shuttered. He nodded with a breathless pant. Damn...I don't think there's a hotter sight in the world... Vein thought to himself. He sucked on Brendon's neck for a few moments, claiming his prize and slowly slipped off of him. "Just let me talk to my boss..." He said and walked away, past a drape.
Brendon panted and removed his glasses, wiping the fog on them onto his jacket.
"Fuck..." He breathed. The other man around the room just gawked at Brendon.
"Did Young Vein just claim someone? Seriously?" One whispered and shook his head. "Kid's lucky as hell. I'd give my soul to get a piece of Vein's ass..." He said and the man beside him nodded with a grunt of agreement.
Vein cleared it with the owner of the club, who was as shocked as everyone else that anyone from the club caught the young man's eye.
He stepped back into the main room and walked to Brendon who hadn't moved. He giggled to himself at the absolute shock on the other's face. He tapped Brendon's shoulder and the other turned to him, standing quickly and looking to Vein's eyes. Vein smiled genuinely and Brendon felt himself fall in fucking love. Young Vein was gorgeous with that smile.
Brendon looked over the other quickly and frowned.
"Do you have anything you need to take?" He asked and Vein giggled softly, shaking his head.
"I'm a stripper, we don't have many pockets..." He said softly and Brendon blushed.
"What about your money?" He asked, looking at the dollars piled up all over.
"The others will either save them for me or take them for themselves. I don't care about those." Vein said, gripping Brendon's hands and dragging him out of the club.
When the cool air slapped the two, Brendon shook his head, removing his jacket and wrapping it gently around Vein's shoulders.
"You must be cold..." He said and Vein chuckled at how sweet and different the boy he was with was. He kissed Brendon's cheek quickly and walked beside him with a grin on his face. "So...why me?" Brendon asked and Vein looked over at him with a questioning look. "Why did you pick me...? The other people were saying this is something you never do..." Brendon said and Vein gave a soft, shy smile.
"You're different." He shrugged and Brendon smiled to the stripper, gripping his hand and swinging their intertwined hands as they walked along the sidewalks.
"Hey, Vein?" Brendon asked and Vein sighed.
"Call me Ryan..." He whispered and Brendon looked a little shocked.
"My name is George Ryan Ross...just call me Ryan...don't call me by my cover name please..." He said and Brendon nodded quickly.
"Oh of course." Brendon nodded, feeling embarrassed.
"What were you going to say?" Ryan asked.
"Um...I'm a virgin..." Brendon whispered and Ryan giggled.
"I kind of figured." Brendon blushed a deeper shade of crimson at his embarrassment.
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As soon as Brendon's front door closed, Ryan was kissing him hungrily. They moved their lips in sync and let hands wander to new places. Brendon found his hands gripping Ryan's ass and lifting him up so the thin male was wrapping his legs around the more inexperienced other. They made their way through halls and halls of rooms until they made it to Brendon's room. Brendon dragged Ryan to the bed and laid him down. He let his eyes wander over Ryan's already exposed body, feeling his mouth water at the sight.
Brendon moaned to himself and kissed Ryan softly for a moment.
"I'll be right back..." He hurried out of the room and ran to his kitchen, grabbing the things he'd heard friends talk about before.
Whipped cream, Chocolate syrup, Hershey's kisses and Jet Puff marshmallow spread.
He walked back in and saw Ryan was already out of what little clothing he previously had on.
Brendon smirked and set the supplies down. He removed his clothing as quickly as he possibly could and scurried back to his one-night-stand.
Ryan giggled at Brendon's eagerness. He licked his lips when he saw what the other had brought though.
"This will be exciting..." He muttered. Brendon nodded with a grin and first opened a kiss, gently placing it at Ryan's lips, which opened hesitantly. Brendon slipped the chocolate into Ryan's mouth and watched as he sucked on the candy. He smiled and reached for the whipped cream, spraying it onto Ryan's stomach. He grinned and licked up the other man's body, tasting both the creamy spread and the stripper's sweet skin. He moaned to himself and reached for the other foods, getting a bit of the marshmallow spread onto his fingers and grinning at Ryan who raised an eyebrow. Brendon pressed his fingers to Ryan mouth and Ryan sighed, licking the spread from Brendon's fingers with hesitation. Brendon took another dollop onto his finger and looked back at Ryan. Ryan shook his head. "Brendon, I'm a stripper, I have to be skinny and sexy, come on." He pleaded and Brendon rolled his eyes.
"Oh yes, because one night of indulgence is going to kill your body." He muttered sarcastically, sticking his fingers into Ryan's mouth when he opened it to speak.
The two experimented with all four foods, each enjoying themselves, probably a bit too much, but neither really cared.
Sweet flavors trickled down their throats and sin followed closely behind. They explored the body of their partner with both fingers and tongues, finding sweet spots and spots to avoid. They spent hours into the night, just kissing and making out across Brendon's bed.
Finally, Ryan was lying on his back, waiting for Brendon. Brendon smirked at the man below him, a new bout of confidence filling him. He gripped the boa Ryan had wrapped around him at the club and tied Ryan's hands to his metal framed headboard. Ryan gave him a seductive look and opened his legs a little.
"Take me..." He whispered and Brendon smiled, lubing up his fingers and slipping one inside Ryan's entrance. Ryan whined softly at the foreign intruder. Brendon apologized when he slipped a second and third finger into Ryan's ass, watching the other writhe beneath him.
Soon enough Ryan was as ready as Brendon could make him and Brendon was lining himself up with Ryan's entrance. Ryan nodded to him and Brendon slowly slipped his tip inside the lighter brown haired man below him. Ryan yelped softly as Brendon's cock was pushed the rest of the way in. Brendon immediately apologized and Ryan shook his head to wave it off.
"Ryan...I just wanted to say right now...I'm really sorry if I'm a shitty fuck..."
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"Oh Brendon!" Ryan called, his legs wrapped around Brendon's hips, trying to make him thrust faster. "Take me! Please!" Ryan begged and Brendon complied as best as he could, hitting Ryan's prostate nine times out of ten.
Soon enough, it was too much for Ryan and he choked on a scream as he came on his and Brendon's stomachs.
Brendon panted as Ryan's hot walls pulsed around his manhood and tightened when Ryan came, the pressure causing him to burst.
He came, buried deep inside of Ryan and panted the other's name.
They collapsed into a panting mess of limbs and simply remained that way until they felt less like jelly.
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After they were cleaned and they'd showered together, fucking again of course, Ryan was looking at Brendon guiltily.
"I should go.." He muttered and Brendon sighed, sitting beside Ryan.
"Do you have to?" I...I don't want this to end this way..." Brendon whispered.
"I don't either...but, Brendon...I'm a stripper...I can't just stop...it's my only source of income..." He said and Brendon grinned.
"I'm extremely wealthy...why don't you just move in with me...?" He asked hopefully and Ryan looked at him in shock.
"You're asking a stripper you fucked into your bed to move in with you?"
"Evidently." Ryan rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"No...I can't just...do that to you...you work hard for your money...and the only thing I know how to do is dance..." Ryan whined and Brendon gripped his hand.
"Please...I don't want this to be a one-night-stand...I have this odd feeling for you in the pit of my stomach and in my heart...I just know...that I can't let you leave like this..." He said and Ryan sighed.
"I...I don't know..."
"C'mon...how about...you think about it over a quickie?" Brendon asked and Ryan giggled, looking back at the other, being caught off guard in a kiss. "I know I'm a shitty fuck but--"
"Clothes off. Now." Ryan said, jumping on Brendon and removing his pajamas himself. He traced patterns into Brendon's chest, kissing his lips gently before saying, "You aren't a shitty fuck. But...even if you were...you'd be my shitty fuck..." Ryan said, knowing that he was never going to end up leaving the guy with the glasses...