#bar!fic

For readers of “This will have no bearing on your evaluation.”: a wip snippet of a still-untitled continuation about six months later.

Not guaranteed to appear in this form in the published version, but still an example of chaotic dumbass Nihlus being entertaining.

Under the cut. ;)

Everlark meet in a club or bar?

Here are some that immediately come to mind:

Eighteen Hours - purple_cube

One - JLaLa

More Than One Night - loveisallwereallyneedtosurvive

Low Expectations - amelia_day

Once in the cab, Andrew couldn’t keep his hands off of Jesse’s face. Jesse had opened the door letting Andrew go ahead of him, Andrew had just tugged at his shirt aggressively pulling Jesse into the cab. Since then, his hands had been everywhere. They had traveled to the inside of Jesse’s shirt, to his neck, tracing patterns along his collarbone, digging into his head as they kissed fervently like horny teenagers. All Jesse hears is the faint sound of the cab drivers radio and the dreadful sound of himself panting like some dog, while Andrew traces kisses along Jesse’s neck and collarbone.

Jesse’s fingers intertwine and knot in Andrew’s hair, pushing his face further into Jesse’s neck. “Drew” he says, dropping the first two letters, he almost moans it. Andrew bites down on Jesse’s neck and his hips buck forward, he can’t help it. Andrew licks at the bite mark and looks at Jesse slightly satisfied, that will leave a mark for a week or more. He attacks Jesse’s lips again, pushing him further back into the seat and for a moment Jesse forgets that they’re in the back of the cab, with the way this is working out. That is, he forgets until the cab driver coughs roughly announcing that they have arrived…and have most likely been waiting outside Jesse’s apartment for some time.

They seem to have calmed down a bit, disconnecting to pay the cab driver and walk to Jesse’s apartment. He can hear Andrew panting, and it makes him want to throw him onto the floor and take him there, not even make it to the bed room. But he tries to calm down, he wants to make this last. He walks to the kitchen, dropping his keys onto the counter and walking over to the refrigerator, “Do you want water, cause um we were drinking and you should drink water when you drink alcohol?” Jesse offers Andrew.

Andrew smiles, biting on his lip, he nods no and takes a step forward. He closes the refrigerator and at the same time manages to pin Jesse against it. “I don’t want water. What I do want is you.” He says kissing Jesse, gently this time but still filled with as much passion and desire as before. Its long, and a little slow but it feels good, and it feels even better when Andrew slips a hand into Jesse’s shirt, grabbing and scratching at the exposed skin. Jesse moans into Andrew’s mouth, opening and letting Andrew explore, their tongues mingling with one another. He can taste Andrew, beneath all the alcohol he taste sweet, almost like honey and Jesse prays that he taste just as sweet.

Jesse gets impatient after a while of this slow and tortourous kissing, he wants Andrew and Andrew wants him. He pushes Andrew back, back until his hip hits the counter and Jesse rubs his hips against Andrew’s. The friction of their jeans tipping Jesse closer and closer, Andrew has his head thrown back and Jesse is busy trailing kisses down his neck. “Oh, Jess” Andrew whimpers, his breath hitching when Jesse bites down, the same way Andrew had done moments ago in the cab. When Andrew looks back up, Jesse is beaming at him, his pupils dilated. That’s all he needs

They make it to the bedroom, by some miracle, banging into each surface, and trying to be careful to not stop on Jesse’s cats. It was enough that they were going to be traumatized, he didn’t need them to also be injured. Andrew pushes Jesse onto the bed, looking up and down at Jesse before laying above him. They’re kissing again, and Jesse is pretty sure that hes never been a bigger fan of kissing in his life, especially with the way their hips keep rubbing against each other. Yeah, kissing may just be the best thing right now, well that is until Andrew unbuttons Jesse shirt and begins to kiss, lick, and suck on every inch of skin exposed. Jesse is slowly becoming an incoherent mess and Andrew couldn’t love it more.

“Oh, fuck. Drew.” He says when Andrew lets out a hot breathe over one of Jesse’s nipples, before biting down at it playfully. Jesse’s hands are fully knotted into Andrew’s hair, they stay that way even as he unzips Jesse’s jeans. He takes them off slowly and works his way back up to Jesse’s groin, by pressing kisses up and down Jesse’s thighs. He sucks and bites a few marks along Jesse’s hip bone, pressing his fingers against it so hard that Jesse’s sure that will leave a mark alone, but he likes the idea of being marked by Andrew. Andrew slips a finger underneath Jesse’s waist band and looks up at Jesse for a quick moment, his eyes asking Jesse “Is this alright? Are you sure?” Jesse doesn’t waste time and simply breathes out a “for fucks sake drew, please.” With one quick motion, Jesse’s underwear is discarded and before Jesse can react, Andrew has licked his palm and wrapped his hand around Jesse.

He doesn’t mean to, but the feeling of Andrew’s hand slowly moving up and down causes Jesse to make unintelligible sounds. He can’t help it, but it doesn’t seem to bother Andrew, in fact. It seems to turn Andrew on even more, as the more unintelligible Jesse becomes, whispering Andrew’s name over and over again, the faster Andrew jerks him off. Faster and faster, and then suddenly he stops only to put his mouth over Jesse’s head and that’s when Jesse’s hips buck up. That’s when the warm feeling that had been building in Jesse’s stomach begins to run through his entire body, scorching him underneath Andrew’s touch and Andrew’s hot and wet mouth. Andrew moves one of his hands to push Jesse’s hips down, as he doesn’t seem to be able to control them anymore.

Jesse doesn’t want to look down, he can’t look down. Because if he looks down, and he sees Andrew between his legs, Andrew with his penis in his mouth, Andrew who is right now deep throating him, if he sees that…he knows that it will be over, and he doesn’t want it to end. He doesn’t want this feeling of ecstasy to stop or leave. But he can’t help it, he can’t help it because Andrew is doing this thing, this truly terrible and wonderful thing with his tongue, and Jesse is suddenly overwhelmed to see Andrew. He wants to see if his hair is stil defying gravity, or if Andrews cheeks are flushes because Jesse can only imagine that his are, but most of all he wants to see the desire and…he wants to see the love in Andrews eyes. So he looks down, and it’s the most beautiful thing he’s seen, not for the obvious sexual reason but because Andrew, Andrew’s mouth is red and wet, and his eyes, his eyes are blown and full of love and desire and passion but most of all because in this moment Andrew belongs to him. His entire body stops, and he sees bright white.

Andrew is looking down at Jesse, scared to kiss him considering he just swallowed him. But Jesse doesn’t care, he needs to feel Andrew’s lips, he wants to taste him. He stops the kiss short though. “You, you still have clothes on. That’s a problem.” Jesse says, flipping over on top of Andrew. Andrew laughs, a breathless and effortless laugh, almost as if he can’t help it. Jesse lifts up Andrew’s shirt and follows the same pattern Andrew did, except unlike Jesse who is skinny and white, Andrew is tan and muscular and Jesse can’t help but bite harder, kiss him harder, hoping that a mark will stay.

“Andrew you’re, you’re beautiful.” Jesse says, straddling him. Andrew is looking at Jesse as if these are the most important words ever spoken, which they are, because they’re true. Andrew leans up, on his elbows, to kiss Jesse. It’s not as smooth as before but it’s filled with just as much love. Jesse pushes him down, removing his jeans and he can see that Andrew is trying to steady his breathing. He doesn’t remove Andrew’s underwear, but instead palms his hard on, rubbing the head where the wet patch of pre-come is. Andrew can’t take his eyes away from Jesse, his hands are holding onto the bed sheet, his knuckles turning white. “Jess” Andrew says gasping when Jesse tightens his grip on Andrew’s penis through the fabric. Jesse smiles at him, and lowers himself onto his body whispering into Andrew’s ear, “I want you to fuck me” He can hear the sharp intake of air Andrew gasps for. “Um, uh yeah.” Andrew says, still in surprise.

Andrew is on his knees when Jesse tosses a condom and the lube to him, Andrew lifts up an eyebrow, “I was being pragmatic” Jesse says, laying on his back starring at Andrew’s chest. Andrew brings his hands down to his waist band, barely sliding it off before Jesse sits back up and slaps his hands away. “I want to do this.” He says, sliding his hands to Andrews ass, squeezing him roughly before sliding down his briefs and tossing them aside as Andrew had done so earlier. He feels Andrew shiver, and Jesse suddenly feels the need to cover Andrew’s head with his mouth, to suck him in, as he had wanted to do back at the bar, and blow him until Andrew became incoherent and wanton. ‘Next time’ he thought to himself, and smiled inwardly, because yes, there would be a next time. Andrew put on the condom applying lubricant to the outside of the condom as an extra precaution.

It felt weird at first, to feel Andrew fill Jesse, but Andrew was being so slow and so careful and Jesse wasn’t sure if it was his size or the way he went about it that seemed to make Jesse grow with frustration. Once Andrew was entirely in, Jesse pulled Andrew in for a kiss, biting on his bottom lip and sucking on it before telling him to go “faster”. That was all the direction Andrew needed, because soon Jesse’s headboard was banging against his wall, and he was sure that his neighbors would complain in the morning.

Jesse tried to stay mostly quiet, except for the occasional moan and yell of Andrew’s name, he wanted to stay quiet because wanted to listen to the beautiful sounds Andrew was making. The way Andrew kept repeating Jesse’s name. It wasn’t until Andrew hit Jesse at the right angle, at his prostate that Jesse lost all control, his knees almost giving out as he yelled out Andrew’s name. He was panting now, there was no other way around it. He could hear the smack of their skin, connecting and disconnecting, hitting against one another, over and over, and over. He was probably going to be bruised there too, but it didn’t matter. Andrew gains speed, hitting Jesse’s prostate over and over, both moaning and saying each other’s name as if they knew no other words, as if no other word in the English language could convey the same amount of emotion. When Andrew came, he let himself fall over Jesse, his sweaty body covering over Jesse’s body. He rides the orgasm with Andrew, both of them seeing white together.