#bahahah!!

It wasn’t often that Agron got to enjoy a night out and just relax, but tonight . . . was that rare exception. Clad in casual attire, he made his way into the bar to meet with some of his friends who had already gotten a table -- and a couple of them having gotten a head start on their drinking. Especially Gannicus. Agron sat with them for a while, catching up. They were his social group of friends -- his closest ones -- outside his fellow soldiers. To be able to just sit and spend time with them without the stresses of his rank as Admiral felt pretty damn refreshing. 

Seeing a figure approach the bar, Agron couldn’t help but smile. What were the chances. Though, considering this was a well known bar probably not that high. The opportunity was just too good to pass up. He told his friends he was making a trip to the bar, one of them slurring out their order. As Agron made his way to it, he purposely positioned himself next to Nasir. The man was underestimated due to his size, but Agron had not worked with a better pilot. “Can I buy you a drink, little man?” He asked him with a smile. 

13. Excusing Selves from the Dinner table at a Friend’s Place to go ‘Look for something important in the Car’

It was a nice evening with mutual friends from work, and Silas and Agron were among them. Ever since the two had formed their relationship, Agron found it incredibly difficult to keep his hands off of the other. As if he was in a constant state of wanting him; of wanting to touch him. He had to force his gaze not to go to Silas and just remain on him . . . appreciating every feature in silent praise of his beauty. Deciding to have some fun with it, he slipped his hand under the table and slid it along Silas’ upper thigh. Agron had to clench his jaw to hold back a smirk at his teasing actions. It was particularly amusing when Silas was in the middle of a story, and Agron inched his hand further up, closer to his cock . . . forcing the other to act unaffected with eyes upon him. But he could feel it. The younger male’s hand hidden from view. 

Agron was to repeat the actions for a third time, when Silas suddenly spoke of something being in the car, turning to Agron to ask him to help him find it. Agron didn’t need to further question it. He smiled in response, nodding his head and excusing himself from the dinner table. He damn well knew there was nothing in the car, and his heart beat heavier in his chest with anticipation of what it meant. To know that he could stir his lover to such desire. When they got to the car, the smile remained on Agron’s lips. “So what is it exactly that you forgot in here?” He asked him playfully, unlocking the door and feeling the building anticipation, start to coil lower in his body. He was eager to get inside. Eager to feel his lover’s hands on him, and return his own to Silas’ body. 

@the-roman-beast

Agron: You do not fight fair! *scowling turns into chuckling* Fuck the gods!