#helyan

The cantina was filled to capacity with locals and people from the nearby spaceport. It was dirty, dark and so loud that you had to shout to be heard above the noise of human and alien conversations, and yet Vic immediately noticed the man in the crowd.

There was something about him that drew his eye and wouldn't let him look away. He couldn't quite put his finger on what it was, but as he pushed through the crowd to get himself a drink Vic was determined to find out.

The man was leaning against the bar, drink in one hand, watching the other patrons as if he were looking for someone. He was damn attractive, no question, but that wasn't what had caught Vic's attention. There was also something dishonest about him, not like someone trying to sell you a junk speeder, or someone who would rob you while you were passed out drunk on the floor, but someone who did a lot of morally questionable things and LIKED it. That made him even more attractive, Vic thought, liking his lips.

He knew from experience that guys like this were bad news. They usually meant more trouble than they were worth, and trouble was explicitly NOT what Vic was looking for tonight. He also knew he'd wanted him the second he'd stepped into the cantina.

Their eyes met a few moments later, and when the stranger smiled Vic was on his feet before he knew it, walking over to the bar and leaning into the blond's personal space.

“Would you like to go somewhere a little more quiet,” he asked with a grin, mentally reviewing his credit account balance to see if he could afford one of the rooms upstairs.

The man's smile broadened as he looked Vic up and down, not intimidated in the slightest but obviously appreciating what he saw. He shook his head, smile never faltering, indicating that he hadn't been able to hear the question over all the noise. Then he came up very close, standing on his toes to reach Vic's ear, his beard almost touching his cheek.

“How about going somewhere a little more quiet, hunter?”

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Vic stretched out on the bed with a groan, resting his head on his hands. He couldn't remember when he had last been so satisfied after a hook-up with a complete stranger and at the same time so incredibly fucking frustrated.

He scratched his beard and waited for his pulse to steady, savoring the quiet of the moment, the pleasant ache in his groin, the blissful bonelessness in his spine. Physically the evening had been more than satisfying.

Hel, that was the name the blond man had given him, seemed to be in a hurry to leave. Not the talkative kind apparently, not even in the heat of the moment, and not the least bit self-conscious. He was already getting dressed again, pulling up his pants to cover his pretty ass.

Vic's spent dick twitched at the sight. There was no way in hell he could go another round, but his imagination still ran rampant. It was as if the guy knew, if his smirk was any indication.

Vic ran a hand through his disheveled hair, remembering how roughly Hel had grabbed him, and with that memory came a rush of other images: the scratch of that beard, the deep, seductive voice urging him on, the open mouthed kisses. Vic wondered what noises Hel would make if he...

"I guess this is goodbye then, hunter." Hel interrupted his fantasy, turning around to grab the last of his belongings.

Vic hesitated, but in the end curiosity won against the pleasant drowsiness that had settled over him. Before he knew what he was doing he had gotten up and positioned himself between Hel and the door, blocking his way with his body. He was a full head taller than the other man, but – admittedly – being fully naked he was not quite as intimidating as he could have been.

Luckily, Hel seemed more amused than threatened. There was a glint in his eyes that made Vic want to grab him and push him back on the bed, wipe that little smirk off his face for good.