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The music is far too loud for George’s liking, and he regrets his decision to come to this stupid gay bar as soon as he steps foot inside. Some mindless EDM is playing and it’s already pounding its way through George’s temples as he makes his way over to the thankfully not overly crowded bar.
It’s a Friday night, and he’s not entirely sure why he’s even come, he’d been round Jamie’s for a barbeque and a couple of drinks with mates, and he’d been hit with such an intense wave of melancholy that he just had to get out of there. It’s not that he begrudges his friends happiness or anything, nothing like that at all, it’s just that being surrounded by happy couples makes George feel so overwhelmingly lonely that sometimes he just has to distance himself just a little bit. George’s best friend Jamie understands completely, and when George had bade his farewell just half an hour earlier, Jamie had given him a concerned and knowing look. But the thing is, Jamie can’t truly understand, he’s been happily married for four years to his teenage sweetheart Jo, and their daughter, George’s goddaughter Olivia is just about to turn 3, so he has no idea how suffocating true loneliness can be, even though he tells George that he ‘gets it.’ Jamie is also the only other person on the planet, (aside from George’s occasional hookups) that has any idea about George’s sexual preference for men, which is fine by George, he prefers to be known as the proverbial bachelor, it’s just easier that way.
‘Whisky and soda, mate, cheers,’ George says to the barman, leaning against the bar, taking in his surroundings, and suddenly he feels far older than his twenty-six years. The majority of the guys here are probably in their early twenties at the oldest, and it makes the weight in George’s chest feel even heavier, because he thinks that picking up some twink would make him feel worse in this scenario rather than better.
The barman slides George’s drink towards him, and George hands over a fiver, telling him to keep the change as he extricates himself away from the sticky bar, slowly sipping his drink as the song changes into something a little more sultry. He idly notices a guy leaning against the wall to his left, he’s got a glass of red wine in his hand and George decides he looks a little older than everyone else, more towards George’s age which makes him feel a little bit better about himself. The stranger with the glass of wine is wearing tartan trousers, black shirt and leather jacket, his head is a mess of dark curls which obscure most of his face, George gets the feeling that the guy has been staring at him for a while now.
George downs his drink and is quickly up at the bar for another one, chasing the numbing buzz that makes him forget about everything for a little while, he can’t stand these places while sober. Though he’s trying to be vaguely sensible as he has work tomorrow morning at 11am, and he’s pretty sure a hungover lifeguard is highly unacceptable. He orders a double this time, glancing to the side, this time catching the eye of the red wine guy, his glass is depleted now and he’s slowly swaying his hips to the music, George is hypnotised by the movement, so much so that the barman has to tap him on the arm to remind him to pay for his drink. When George turns back to his previous vantage point he just catches the stranger with the wine pushing through the growing throng of people towards the toilets.
He downs his drink in one go this time, putting his glass down at the bar. George is starting to feel the buzz now, he can physically feel his body loosening up, even the previous pounding in his temples has started to lessen. He moves towards the toilets himself, not entirely sure why he’s being drawn to this stranger, this never happens when he comes here, but George is intrigued so he follows his instincts as he pushes past the dancing bodies.
The bathroom is mercifully quiet and George spots him immediately, he’s standing at the urinals and George can feel his heart rate speeding up because he’s hit with a jolt of arousal, a hint of the impossible, that anything could happen, and it’s so juxtaposed against his mundane everyday life that it makes George feel lighter than air as he moves towards the urinals, and the other man.
He sidles up beside him and slowly unzips his jeans, he does actually need to piss, it would be a bit weird if he just came here to stare at the other man. The stranger’s eyes are staring directly at the tiles so George allows his eyes to travel lower towards the man’s crotch, and his face heats up as he admires the slender fingers of the man next to him, his fingernails are painted black but they’re chipped like he’s been biting them.
‘Can I help you?’
The voice jolts George out of his daydream and he coughs, aware that his face is flushing, the other man is looking at him and George catches a glimpse of dark eyes, heavily lined with eyeliner, combined with his slightly wine stained lips, it’s a fucking sinful look.
‘Nah, you’re good mate,’ George says quickly, shaking once before tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up.
**
It’s roughly an hour later and George is leaning against the bar, some pretty young thing with bleached blonde hair plastered against his side. George hasn’t seen the beautiful stranger since his embarrassing moment in the bathroom, and he doesn’t really know how to feel about that, however the blonde boy who George is pretty sure is called Dylan is doing a pretty good job at distracting him. Dylan’s hand is pressed against George’s hip, and his lips keep brushing over George’s neck as he talks nonsense over the loud music, it’s been nearly a month since George has picked anyone up, so honestly at this point, any attention is welcome. George’s eyes slip shut as he feels Dylan’s lips and teeth scrape over the skin on his neck, and his body sways a little to the music, he feels weightless as his fingers run slightly below the waistband of Dylan’s stupidly tight jeans.
‘You’re so fit,’ Dylan’s voice penetrates George’s hazy mind and he opens his heavy lidded eyes to see his stranger standing a few feet away, leaning against the wall with his hip cocked, and his wine glass replenished, his eyes boring into George, making him feel naked and exposed.
‘Sorry, love,’ George sighs, pulling away from Dylan a little, the dark eyed stranger keeps his eyes locked on George’s as he takes a sip of his wine, and George watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs slowly. His limbs feel almost alien as he makes his way over to the stranger, all thoughts of Dylan now erased from George’s fuzzy mind.
‘You’ve been staring at me all evening,’ George declares loudly over the music, he leans back against the wall, his shoulder brushing against the shorter man’s a little.
‘That’s because you’re by far the most interesting person in the room,’ the stranger states boldly, shrugging his shoulders, taking a deep drink of his wine.
George giggles a little and tips his head back, the room shifting as he does so, and he realises that he’s a lot more drunk than he initially thought.
‘What’s your name?’ The stranger asks, looking up at George inquisitively, he has the wine glass pressed to his mouth and George can see the way his tongue is licking slowly along the rim on the inside.
‘George, yours?’
‘Nice to meet you, George, I’m Matty… do you want to get out of this shit hole?’
Matty. The name suits him, a bit messy, arty even. Matty looks like he’s barely making an effort and yet he’s still utterly captivating under the dim lights.
‘Um, yeah… sure,’ the words spilling from his mouth before he can stop himself and Matty laughs a little, necking the rest of his wine with a glint in his eye.
‘Don’t think me over eager or anything… just thought you might want to get away from that twink you were with who won’t stop glaring at us.’
George snorts and nods, his fingers are itching to run through Matty’s hair, and a fleeting thought crosses as mind about what it would be like to pull on it while he’s fucking Matty senseless.
‘My place is only about ten minutes away,’ George finds himself saying, taking himself by surprise because he’s never taken a guy back to his place before, but something about Matty makes George want to take his time, he’s far too beautiful to be simply rendered as a five minute forgettable fuck in a dirty toilet.
‘Lead the way,’ Matty smirks and George doesn’t need telling twice, he feels Matty slip his hand into his and it makes George’s stomach twist with something he can’t his finger on because his hookups never normally extend their affections to an act so basic as hand holding.
George pushes his way through the throng of bodies, Matty following him close behind. Once they’re outside George lets out a low, slow breath, the warm summer air settling on his overheated skin. He’s about to ask Matty if they can wait for a second so he can light a cigarette but he’s surprised to see Matty doing exactly that.
‘You want one?’ Matty asks, holding his pack out to George who takes one gratefully, giving the shorter man a small smile.
‘Cheers.’
Matty lights it for him and they both settle against the wall, the music from the bar still reverberating from the open door.
‘I’ve never seen you here before,’ George states inquisitively, indicating back towards the bar, slowly exhaling smoke into the warm night, he relishes the burn in his lungs and it sobers him up a little. He looks over to Matty whose head is tilted upwards, and it’s times like these that George wishes he didn’t live in London, you can never properly see the stars.
‘Relatively newly single,’ Matty says, but doesn’t elaborate further so George just nods, getting the impression that Matty probably doesn’t want any talk of exes when they’re about to go home and fuck most likely.
‘You haven’t missed much,’ George scoffs before taking another drag. ‘It’s a fucking dive.’
Matty giggles which makes something bubble up inside George because he realises it’s the first time he’s seen him smile since they locked eyes a few hours ago.
‘Wanna start walking?’
Matty nods and they start to slowly meander through the fairly empty streets, London is never truly quiet either, another thing that George hates.
‘If it’s so shit then why do you go?’
‘Convenient I guess, drinks are cheap… I just always feel a bit out of place.’
‘I noticed you immediately,’ Matty is smirking up at George and George blushes.
‘I hope that’s a good thing?’
‘Well, I mean you’re pretty tall so that was the first thing… but you don’t seem like some cocky little twink, or even worse, a straight person that likes to think they’re really progressive because they spend time in a gay bar,’ Matty scoffs.
George thinks that’s a slightly over-critical evaluation of people who generally just came out to have a good time, even though the bar was admittedly pretty shit, but he stays silent as they walk. George is happy that the silence doesn’t feel awkward, neither of them feeling the need to fill it.
‘This is me,’ George explains as they reach George’s block of flats. ‘I’m on the fourteenth floor, and the lift is a bit dodgy so I’m sorry in advance if we have to walk up,’ George laughs nervously, he realises a little too late that his flat is a complete tip because he hadn’t exactly planned on bringing someone home tonight. George never has guests.
‘No worries, mate, lift in my block is always on the blink.’
Thankfully the lift is working and as George presses the button for the fourteenth floor Matty presses himself up against George’s side, and George can feel his heart rate increase because he always gets stupidly nervous before anything like this, however, Matty has his hand resting on George’s hip, his thumb stroking slowly over the fabric as they wait to reach George’s floor.
George’s hand is shaking a little as he fumbles with the key to his front door, a mixture of anticipation, nerves and booze making him an uncoordinated mess. Matty is giggling, pressed up against his back as he finally gets the key in the lock, they stumble in together and George is laughing now too because Matty laugh is a bit stupid but also incredibly infectious. George kicks the door shut with his foot, it rattles in the frame and he winces because his neighbour’s aren’t going to be happy with him for that one.
‘This is me,’ George repeats but he instantly regrets it because that’s exactly what he’d said outside.
‘You already said that,’ Matty laughs, and suddenly the smaller man has him pressed against the door, his fingers already going for George’s belt buckle and George hardly has time to think. Matty is already panting a little like he’s desperate to get his mouth on George, not that he minds because it’s been a while since he’s had is cock sucked, and Matty’s mouth looks like it's made for sucking cock.
Matty sinks down to his knees and George is already half hard without even being touched.
‘Oh, hello,’ Matty all but purrs as he tugs George’s jeans down to get a glimpse of George’s cock straining a little against his boxers. It makes George flush and squirm a little under Matty’s gaze.
Matty leans in and runs his tongue along the outline of George’s cock, wetting the clinging material and making George hiss. His fingers deftly slide George’s underwear down his thighs so that his cock bobs upwards, now fully hard. Matty looks up at George then, his eyes dark with want before they slip shut and he runs the flat of his tongue all the way from George’s balls up to the tip of his cock. George feels his knees weaken a little because fuck that feels so good that his skin erupts into goosebumps.
George’s fingers find Matty’s hair and George pauses a little.
‘Is this okay?’ he asks, slowly running his fingers through the dark curls, his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his cock is throbbing as Matty nods, repeating his previous action. This causes George to yank harder than he meant to on Matty’s hair, however, the low moan that erupts from Matty’s mouth tells George all he needs to know about what Matty likes.
Matty wraps his slender fingers around the base of George’s cock before swallowing the rest of him down slowly. George lets out a weak noise and he instantly feels all tension leave his body because Matty’s mouth is so wet and warm, and his tongue is rubbing on the underside of George’s cock perfectly. George can just about see that Matty’s mouth is stretched wide around his cock, his hair obscuring the view a little but George doesn’t care because this is just what he needed, even if he didn’t know it.
‘Matty,’ George sighs, liking the way the other man’s name sounds on his lips, he tugs a little on Matty’s hair, urging the other man closer and Matty just keeps swallowing around George’s cock like he’s hungry for it, and it’s Matty’s enthusiasm that has the familiar warmth growing in George’s belly far sooner than he would have liked.
‘I’m close, fuck…’ George gasps out, his thighs tensing and his grip on Matty’s hair instinctively tightening, and if it hurts Matty he doesn’t make any indication of this. Instead, Matty’s hands slide round the back of George’s thighs, his fingers grasping at George’s arse, parting his cheeks a little, a dry finger rubbing over George’s hole.
George comes with a loud shout without warning, his eyes slipping shut and his hips jerking forwards, Matty’s nails digging into the skin of George’s arse as he swallows George’s release. George has to force himself to open his eyes as Matty slowly pulls off George’s cock, his eyes are watering and there’s come and saliva dripping down the corners of Matty’s mouth.
Matty wipes at the corners of his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, his pupils are blown and George sees that Matty is hard in his jeans just from sucking George off. George awkwardly kicks his boxers and jeans off his ankles, his legs a little wobbly. Matty gets up off the floor and George instantly pulls Matty towards him, slotting their mouths together as George attempts to lick the taste of his release from Matty’s tongue.
Matty is immediately responsive, shrugging off his leather jacket and letting it drop to the floor as they kiss like they’re dying for it, Matty’s breathing coming in short staccatos against George’s lips.
‘Bedroom,’ George pants, tugging Matty with him, his fingers trying to unbutton Matty’s shirt as they stumble together into George’s bedroom, and George briefly thinks that he’s really glad he made his bed this morning.
George pushes Matty backwards onto the mattress and Matty seems to expect it because he catches himself, leaning up on his elbows and gazing up at George. His eyeliner is running down his face, his mouth is puffy and swollen, and George thinks in that moment that he’s never seen anyone as fucking stunning as this man laying on his bed, hard for him, wanting him.
George discards his shirt and jacket, naked now and kneeling next to Matty on the bed as Matty undoes his shirt quickly. George leans forward and presses the heel of his palm against Matty’s straining erection.
‘Fuck,’ Matty whines, pushing his hips up as he tosses his shirt on the floor to reveal his chest and arms, covered in ink.
George leans down immediately and runs his tongue slowly over Matty’s chest tattoo, his fingers slowly scratching down Matty’s slender sides and down to his jutting hip bones.
‘You’re gorgeous,’ George says his lips still brushing over Matty’s soft skin, almost reverently, because he can’t remember sex with a stranger ever being like this before. George is used to quick fucks in public places, not having someone spread out on his bed like this, all pliant and wanting.
Matty just moans and George takes the hint, his fingers going to the button on Matty’s trousers and tugging them down quickly along with his boxers. Matty is far from small himself and George leans down and spits on Matty’s cock before wrapping a firm fist around him.
‘Ohhhh,’ Matty groans, tilting his head back, still propped up on his elbows so George can see the long elegant lines of Matty’s neck.
He pumps Matty slowly, mesmerised by watching the beads of pre-come glisten on the tip of Matty’s cock. He sees Matty slowly open his eyes and their eyes meet and George thinks he can feel sparks between them, George is also aware that sounds cheesy as fuck, so he dismisses the thought quickly.
George is already hard again just from watching how responsive Matty is, how his hips twitch, how he tosses his hair backwards off his face, the way he keeps running his tongue over his bottom lip, almost like a nervous habit.
‘You’re so fucking hot,’ George blurts out, flicking his thumb over the tip of Matty’s cock, smearing the pre-come then bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking slowly, not breaking eye contact with Matty for one second.
Matty moans weakly and suddenly he’s coming all over George’s hand and his own stomach. He collapses back onto the pillow, his arms giving way from holding himself up, his back arching. George immediately crowds Matty against the bed, pressing his face into Matty’s damp neck as he rubs his cock through the mess on Matty’s stomach, the slide and drag of skin on skin is delicious and George spills all over Matty’s stomach a few moments later, his body shuddering from his release.
‘Jesus,’ Matty pants as George rolls off him to collapse next to him, his own breathing coming out in short bursts.
‘Yeah, George sighs, wiping a hand over his sweaty forehead before grabbing his discarded shirt from earlier, wiping the come from his own chest and Matty’s, a sudden wave of exhaustion comes over him. He tosses the shirt back on the floor, his eyes slipping shut, he can feel himself drifting off but Matty’s voice jerks him awake.
‘Is it okay if I stay… don’t fancy trying to get back to Shoreditch at this time of night...’
‘Course,’ George muffles, dragging the covers over them, his limbs and his head feeling heavy with sleep and satisfaction. He feels Matty shift next to him, and he vaguely thinks he can hear Matty say something else, but sleep engulfs him before he can register what it is.