zed wasnโt unfamiliar with the heady, burning aftertaste of alcohol. poured into a glass over crisp, bobbing ice cubes or in the bite of a fervorous exchange of tongue & teeth. the dulcet thrum of the bass overhead drowned out all trifling thoughts in favor of pulsing in time with the stutter of his racing heart. It felt like relief; surrendering himself to the sway of bodies & the heightening pitch of excited voices. If he felt this long enough he could forget himself; he was selfish like that.
on his desk piles of textbooks are abandoned, pages splayed open; he had an assignment due in the morning but he had chosen to forget about it. beside them a woefully half-emptied can of bourbon & cola. it sported a garish, inelegant, scrawl of branding & an astounding alcohol content of twelve whole percent. there was salvation in pre-drinks, especially when the bartender was serving watered down vodka at an alarming nine dollars & fifty cents. with the way otherโs listlessly meandered down the stairs & into the club, lolling in the excruciatingly cheap & cracked leather couches, he wasnโt the only one who thought so. it also wasnโt his first time getting intimate in a rather public & improper setting. sure, the comfort of his bed back home was less cramped than a scarcely private bathroom stall but he was a little buzzed & the way garenโs fingers had sunk into his belt-loops had him enthralled.
he was flustered, a subtle roseate that crept to the tips of his ears, too damn obvious under the discordant hum of the bathroomโs rows of fluorescent lights. garen tilts his head back to gauge him, a soft fondness in the lowering of his lids. his eyelashes were long & under the shitty lighting they glistened, just slightly. he wills his gaze to unfocus, lithe fingers skim along the stubble of his jaw & revel in the way it abrades. they find his mouth, caress the seams of his lips & when he bites them gently the soft whine he makes feels obscene.
โ youโve teased me all night.โย he mutters impatiently, brows furrowing. he wanted to look annoyed, to harden his flushed expression into reprimand; it wasnโt working. zedโs hand was flush to garenโs jaw & he leans into the touch, asking him permission of all things. hastily, he averts his eyes. frustration be damned, when he looked at him like that ? he wants to groan through his teeth & lose himself in this moment but garen is there to remind him; youโre more than this shitty bathroom stall in this shittily lit club. a hiss of laughter passes between his lips & he sinks his fingers into garenโs hair giving it a firm, encouraging tug.
โ yeah, i want this. do you think I would have honestly taken you back here for conversation sake.โ he thinks he sees a subtle curve to garenโs mouth, itโs attractive & reassuring & maybe all the things he needs right now. his words are meant to be piercing - punctuated by a silver tongue but when garenโs mouth closes around his cock; an all encompassing wet heat, arousal sears at his senses. he cannot think of anything but the too tall, too broad man crouched before him. zedโs fingers loosen in his hair, his other hand splayed out to brace himself on the stall wall. It was black, graffiti coveredย & the focus of his half mast gaze as he muttered filthy encouragement under his breath.
