Twelve Hours 2
The air outside was like a blast of cold after the steamy humidity of the dance floor scene inside the club, but Xander still felt all hot and sweaty. The drink was back in his hand (when had it been gone?) and he gulped more of it to cool himself off.
"That´s right," the other guy said. At least, it sounded like "That´s right," but since he said the words against Xander´s throat while Xander swallowed, it was a little muffled. But when the guy put his hand on Xander´s fly and squeezed Xander´s cock through the fabric, Xander found himself willing to get past the specifics of what he´d said exactly, because...guh...
"Fuck, you feel good," the guy hissed. He took away the empty glass and let it fall to the side (dimly, Xander heard it shatter) and mouthed along Xander´s throat some more, biting and rasping his tongue along the skin, while his fingers traced Xander´s erection. Then he laughed. "But are you feeling good yet?"
When the other man let go for a moment, Xander could feel himself sway. Thankfully the wall was right behind him when he thunked back against it. Nice wall. Good wall. Solid, just like a wall should be. "I feel good," he said finally. The words sounded thick and a little slurred. "Feel kind of funny, sure, but ––" He blinked. "Sorry, what?"
"Going to make you feel better," the guy murmured before bringing Xander´s arms up, backs of his palms against the wall, and rubbing his body against Xander´s. "You want that. Want me to make you feel so good, baby."
"Want that," Xander echoed, thrusting his hips forward. He shuddered when he felt his cock sliding against a matching erection even as he winced at the rough feel of denim of the guy´s jeans.
"Let´s see what you´ve got, okay?" the guy asked softly. "You want me to take you out, right baby?"
Suddenly that was all Xander could think about. He whimpered, canting his hips forward, and brought his hand down to cover the other man´s fingers, bringing them to the top button. "Please," he panted out.
The guy smiled, though he didn´t really look so friendly. "That stuff I put in costs top dollar, but it´s really worth it. Kicked in right away, huh?"
Xander gaped at him. "Huh?"
The guy didn´t look him in the eye, just undid his button fly and reached to shove Xander´s pants and boxers down to his knees. "Fuck...god, I love humans," the guy said dreamily. He´d started stroking Xander already in his fist, and trailed the tip of his tongue along the shell of Xander´s ear. "Your bodies are so susceptible. Way less time wasted, you know what I´m saying?"
Xander could hear his heart pounding in his ears. Something in the back of his mind was saying "Run, run, run," but then maybe that was just an earworm from the song he´d heard the DJ spinning. "Oh," he breathed out instead, gripping the other man´s shoulders and grunting when he thrust forward.
"Don´t get ahead of yourself," the guy crooned to him. He let go of Xander for a moment, and Xander heard himself make a weird plaintive noise, like the guy had just grabbed back some prize Xander had won. "Hang on, baby," the guy went on with a smile as he undid his belt and jeans, letting the denim slide down his thighs before leaning back in. "We´ve got all night. Least, just for this round of the stuff. Should last at least twelve hours. But hey, I can just always dose you up again."
He heard the words, but it was like they were little wisps of smoke, there at first then dissipating into nothing and making you think maybe you hadn´t seen anything at all. But after the words were gone, the guy was still there, standing up against Xander and breathing hard.
Xander reached his hands forward, moving them like there was some kind of substance he had to push through, and grabbing the other man´s hips to pull him forward.
"Oh, you want it so bad," the other man told him. The words sounded sort of mocking, but Xander barely registered that before twisting against him, panting as he tried to increase the pressure of the other man´s body on his. "So fucking bad," the guy continued, but at least now he was moving forward, against Xander, with Xander, making him harder and needier and everything–er. "Going to get you off, give you a taste for it, then later I´ll take you back to my place, get those ankles around your ears, get your wrists tied up, fuck you nice and hard. Okay?"
He brought his face closer to Xander´s as they began to move faster, and when he licked his lips Xander´s eyes widened, because for a second he could have sworn the other man had a forked tongue.
"Okay?" the guy asked again, using one hand to clasp Xander´s wrists above his head, the other to trace his thumb across Xander´s lower lip.
Xander´s jaw clicked when he swallowed. "Okay."
