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The low lighting in the bar cast a soft glow onto the counters, hiding the imperfections marring the dark wood. Columbus traced hidden scratches and dents in the wood with his left pointer finger as he held his glass in his right hand. He had just finished up his exams, and unlike usual, he felt the need to drown himself in alcohol instead of playing video games.
This might in part be because Jess, his best friend and neighbor, had banned him from coming home for a couple hours until he “made new friends, for God’s sake.” So, yeah, he was waiting out the time while also getting smashed. Already, he had a light buzz that was thrumming pleasantly in his veins.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this, spitfuck?” A voice, deep and twangy, drawled.
Columbus glanced over, expecting the voice to be talking to the very attractive bartender or another patron, only to find the owner of said voice’s gaze directed at him. Columbus looked around, then settled his eyes back on the man. The man was older, and very attractive, with a cowboy hat perched on his head and a leather jacket wrapped around his broad shoulders. A faint scent of aftershave and something spicy wafted over as the man leaned forward ever-so-slightly, overpowering the scent of booze and sweat that permeated the air.
Columbus pointed to himself. “Me?”
The man smirked and leaned a little closer. He was still standing, so he towered over Columbus’ sitting form. Columbus knew that the man would tower over him even if he was standing. “You see any other cute twinks in here, boy?”
Columbus ignored the sudden warmth in his cheeks. “I’m not a boy. I’m 24.” Columbus couldn’t help but feel a little immature saying that, and mentally slapped himself in the face.
If possible, the man seemed to only smirk wider. “Well, excuse me. Didn’t realize I was talking to a whole 24-year-old. Must be the lighting making you look so young and pretty. Would you mind if I sat with you, old man?” Mirth sparkled in the man’s eyes as he gestured to the chair beside Columbus.
Columbus swallowed. “I would hardly call myself ‘old’. I was merely stating that I was above the age required by the state to be considered an adult. And no, I don’t mind. It’s not like I could stop you, even if I did.”
The man chuckled and went to sit. As he did, Columbus inhaled more of that spicy scent before he was too far away to smell it. If the man noticed, he didn’t let on.
“You never answered my question, spitfuck.” The man reminded him.
“What question?” Columbus asked.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here, in this run-down bar? I would have expected a young thing like you to be out at one of those techno bars, with all the loud music and grinding.” The man licked his lips at the end of that statement, casting a quick up-and-down look over Columbus’ body. Columbus squirmed, not used to that kind of attention, but not averse either.
“Yeah, those clubs aren’t really my kind of thing. I honestly just came here because my friend is making me be social for a few hours.” Columbus answered honestly.
“Yeah, you seem a little too tense for that kind of environment. Why does your friend think you need to be more social? You a hermit or something?” The man asked, and Columbus really would just like to know this man’s name instead of just referring to him as “the man”.
“Or something. I think she might be trying to get me laid.” Columbus blurted, and immediately wanted to smack himself in the face for it. He blushed scarlet and looked away. “Sorry, too much information. I didn’t mean to say that.”
The man was now looking at him like he was a prime rib at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Columbus suddenly felt quite naked, even with his hoodie hiding everything from view.
“Is that what you want? To get laid?” The man asked in a low timbre, leaning into Columbus’ space. The spicy scent was back, and stronger than ever, and Columbus couldn’t help but drink it in.
“It would be nice, but…” Columbus halted, not wanting to reveal too much.
“But?” The man asked.
“I’ve never done that before.” Columbus confessed.
“A one-night stand?” The man asked. At Columbus’ halting look and lack of an answer, the man finally seemed to piece it together. “Are you a virgin?” The man seemed to regard Columbus with something close to awe, now.
“Y-yes.” Columbus squeaked.
The man inhaled sharply, and leaned forward so that his mouth was directly beside Columbus’ ear. “I could fix that for you, spitfuck.”
Columbus nearly groaned at the gravelly tone in the man’s voice. “I don’t even know your name.” Columbus pointed out.
“Well, where are my manners? I’m Tallahassee, and you are?” The man, Tallahassee, was still speaking directly into his ear.
“Columbus. My name is Columbus.” Columbus shivered as the man blew hot air against the shell of his ear.
“Mmm, Columbus. A pretty name for a pretty boy.” Columbus ignored the use of the work ‘boy’ again. Tallahassee was practically pressed chest to chest to Columbus now, and Columbus was losing his breath. “Do you want me to show you what you’ve been missing out on, spitfuck?”
“Yes, sir. I mean, um, not sir but-” Columbus stuttered at his slip up, not noticing the effect the honorific had on the man.
“Mmm, baby, you keep calling me sir and I might just have to take you against the wall of the alley out back.” Tallahassee groaned slightly, and Columbus looked down to notice a slight tenting in the man’s pants. Columbus grinned, giddy.
“We can go to my place, if you want.” Columbus offered daringly.
“How far we talkin’, boy?” Tallahassee had begun to nose at his neck and was now sucking a light mark into the fair skin there. Columbus let out a light moan and reached his hand out to clutch desperately at the back of Tallahassee’s neck.
“Just a half mile from here. I live close to campus.” Columbus murmured, trying to hold back any more noises.
“Smart and pretty. Alright, let’s go.” Tallahassee gave one last look towards the mark slowly blooming on Columbus’ neck before standing, waiting for Columbus to lead the way. Columbus stood on slightly shaky legs and began walking towards the entrance of the bar. Tallahassee, who went ahead, held the door open for him and then followed Columbus outside. Columbus blushed, not really knowing why, but forged ahead.
“So, spitfuck, what is it that you’re studying at that fancy school?” Tallahassee asked, walking right next to Columbus so close that their hands brushed against each other with every step.
“Computer science. I’m hoping to be a software engineer after I graduate. What about you?” Columbus daringly tilted his shoulder to the left and brushed against Tallahassee’s arm for a few seconds. Tallahassee looked over and grinned. He leaned closer to Columbus and wrapped his arm around his waist, making it harder to walk as fast but much more enjoyable. Columbus felt warmth spread from his waist all the way up to the tips of his ears and down to his toes.
“I work for a construction company. I’ve been overseeing a job downtown that’s been keeping me busy.” Tallahassee shrugged, but Columbus could tell that he really enjoyed talking about work.
“That sounds like hard work.” Columbus baited, trying to get Tallahassee to talk more about himself. It worked.
The walk continued like that until they reached his building, and continued up the elevator until they reached his door. Columbus fumbled with his key, struggling to open the door, and Tallahassee ran a soothing hand down his back.
“Relax. I’m not planning on jumpin’ ya, baby. I’ll take it real slow with you.” Tallahassee slid his hand down to Columbus’ right hip and gave a reassuring squeeze. Columbus took in a deep breath and nodded. He looked over into Tallahassee’s eyes, finding nothing there but sincerity, and finally opened the door.
There was no fanfare when Columbus and Tallahassee walked through the door. Although Columbus had a fairly nice place to himself, he had no doubt that Tallahassee was not that interested in his bachelor pad. Instead, Columbus reached out daringly and grabbed Tallahassee by the collar of his leather jacket and pulled him in for a kiss. Tallahassee seemed slightly surprised, but quickly got with the program and returned the kiss enthusiastically.
Columbus unzipped his jacket and shouldered it off, feeling too hot to keep it on. The oppressive heat from Tallahassee’s body and the fire coursing through his veins urged him to shed as many layers as he possibly could. Columbus soon lost all train of thought as Tallahassee nipped his bottom lip with sharp incisors.
Tallahassee gripped Columbus by his hips and quickly took control of the kiss. He backed the smaller man up slowly against the nearest wall and pushed him against it. When Columbus replied with nothing other than passion, Tallahassee crouched down just low enough to grab Columbus by the backs of his thighs and hoist him higher up the wall. Columbus moaned at the display of strength, running his hands across Tallahassee’s bulging biceps.
Tallahassee smirked against the boy’s mouth and decided to take it one step further. Tallahassee pushed his hips forward and pinned the other man’s hips against his, their hard-ons rubbing together in a tantalizing slide. Columbus disconnected their mouths when he threw his head back and let out a throaty moan, drawing attention to his pale throat. Tallahassee ducked down and began leaving more marks beside the previous one, all the while keeping up a light grinding against Columbus’ hard cock.
Columbus groaned as a particularly hard grind shot sparks down his spine. He locked his ankles behind Tallahassee’s back and rolled his hips against the man. Tallahassee cursed quietly under his breath. “Damn, boy, you’re driving me wild.” He said, right before he pulled Columbus into a passionate kiss.
“Tal.” Columbus groaned when the kiss broke. “Bedroom. Now.” Columbus pushed his body away from the wall, and it didn’t take much convincing to get the man to start walking in the direction of his bedroom. Columbus guided him along distractedly, mind now occupied on what would soon be transpiring. He was starting to become nervous, so he tried to distract himself by burying his face in Tallahassee’s throat to get more of that spicy scent.
Tallahassee opened the door to his bedroom and strode over to the bed, gently laying Columbus out in the center. Columbus flopped slightly onto the bed, arms splayed out and hair messy from wandering hands tousling it. Columbus could feel how hot his cheeks were at that moment, and wished he could lay his hands on his face to cool them down.
Tallahassee kicked off his boots and then climbed over Columbus, both knees on either side of Columbus’ hips, towering over him once again in a position that was far more risqué than his position at the bar was. Tallahassee reached a hand down and brushed a stray errant curl from Columbus’ face. Columbus felt his heart pound for an entirely new reason.
“Gonna take it real slow now, spitfuck. Shit, you’re so damn pretty. Gonna show you such a good first time. And maybe a second, too.” Tallahassee grinned raunchily at the end, but his flirt was overshadowed by the tender note in his voice.
“Okay. I’m ready, Tal.” Columbus told him, speaking with far more courage than he knew he possessed.
Tallahassee grinned and planted his ass against Columbus’ groin, grinding languidly down against him. Columbus groaned, shocked.
“Tell me how you want it, pretty boy. I could fuck you real tender-like against the sheets until you come from my dick alone, or I could ride you to oblivion.” As Tal spoke, he kept up a light grind against Columbus’ groin.
Columbus moaned in arousal. He hadn’t even realized the second option was an option at all. It was a shocker that Tal even swung his was, and now he’s offering to…? The thought alone had Columbus twitching and leaking in his boxers.
Tallahassee must have felt it because he grinned in satisfaction. “Yeah? Is that what you want?” At Columbus’ enthusiastic nod, Tal lowered his face and stared straight into Columbus’ eyes, his gaze smoldering. “I’ll show you a damn good time. Gonna have you pinned beneath me, writhing around, your dick lodged so far up my ass I can taste it.” Tallahassee leaned down to whisper these words right into the shell of Columbus’ ear, his hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
Tallahassee began to trail kisses from the back of Columbus’ ear, his earlobe, neck, collarbone, chin, and then he finally landed on his lips. Tallahassee kissed with such heat and passion, Columbus could do nothing more than lay back and take whatever Tallahassee gave him.
Tallahassee ran his tongue along the seam of Columbus’ lips, and with a shaky sigh, Columbus granted him access. Tallahassee ran his hot tongue along the roof on Columbus’ mouth, mapping out the territory and warring for dominance with Columbus’ own tongue. Columbus quickly lost that battle but found that he didn’t care as long as Tallahassee kept kissing him like a man starved.
Tallahassee pulled back, sitting up and pulling his shirt over his head. Taut muscles and tanned, scarred skin was revealed inch by incredible inch. Columbus reached up and ran a hand up from Tal’s stomach to his pecs, reveling in the feel of muscles cording beneath his touch.
“Like that, pretty boy? Just wait and see what’s under the rest of these clothes.” Tal grinned, showing off bright teeth in a predatory grin that looked slightly teasing.
“I’m waiting with bated breath.” Columbus said, only half-teasing back. He was rather eager to see the rest of the virtual Greek god sitting on his lap.
“Oh, got jokes, does he? Well alright. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” Tallahassee leered at him, and Columbus knew Tallahassee was baiting him, wanted to make him shy away, but something about Tallahassee made Columbus want to be daring.
“Okay. Deal.” Columbus steeled his expression and gazed up at Tallahassee with a determined glint in his eye.
Tallahassee laughed. “Gosh, no need to look like you’re going to war, spitfuck. But alright, if that’s how you want to do this, I got no problem with that.” Tallahassee stood, undoing his pants, and pulling down the zipper, dropping the denim in an unceremonious way that looked both sexy and unconcerned in the same moment. Tallahassee stood there in nothing but boxers and socks, and quickly peeled the latter off in moments as well. “Now, where do you keep your lube?”
Columbus was too busy staring at Tallahassee’s glorious thighs and calves for a moment for the words to process. “Uh, in the bedside table. Towards the back.”
Columbus watched as Tallahassee walked over to the aforementioned furniture, the tight polyester of his black boxers pulled tight over his ass and hips. Columbus had to fight the urge to drool.
Columbus shook himself out of his stupor lest Tallahassee catch his staring and sat up, intent on shedding his shirt to slightly match Tallahassee’s state of undress.
Tallahassee grabbed his hand when it grasped the edge of his shirt, his other holding the now attained lube. “Now hold on, spitfuck. That’s my job. I’m gonna unwrap you like a present. All slow and careful like. Take my time with all that pale, untouched skin.” Tallahassee grazed his eyes down Columbus’ body, looking like a lion staring down a gazelle. Columbus had never felt more desired in his life.
Columbus nodded, head feeling hazy from arousal. He had never felt this way before. So out of control but so in the moment. That he could trust this man, a man who was a virtual stranger, and he would not lead him astray; he would take care of him.
Tallahassee settled on the bed to the left of Columbus, resting one thigh on the bed and leaving his other foot on the floor. Tallahassee trailed his hands from Columbus’ feet, making quick work of his shoes and socks before running his hands up denim clad thighs. He stopped midthigh to give a light squeeze, and Columbus felt like a bolt of lightning struck him. Heat, hot and overpowering, coursed through his veins like molten lava, scorching every thought in its wake.
Columbus gasped through his lust and reached up, pulling Tallahassee down for a hard kiss. Tallahassee groaned into his mouth, pressing Columbus down into the mattress. Columbus reached his hands down and grasped Tallahassee’s hands, guiding them to his shirt. Tallahassee pulled away for a second, staring into Columbus’ eyes, and at his nod of acquiescence, pulled the shirt over his head.
Columbus felt his curls floof even further from the static. Columbus prayed that he did not look as ridiculous as he felt, with his flushed cheeks, pale skin, and birds’ nest of a head. All insecurity left him, however, when Tallahassee cast a long, lingering glance down at him from head to toe and flushed.
Columbus stared in amazement at this new revelation.
“Fuck, boy, looks like I’ve already fucked you. Mmm, bet you’ll look even prettier later, though, when I’ve got you, all flushed and panting and covered in my cum.” Tallahassee licked his lips, seemingly lost in fantasy for a moment. He soon recovered and shook out of his stupor, however.
Tallahassee salvaged what little bit of his sanity that he had left in the moment and cast a serious gaze down at the younger man. “Can I take these off?” He ran his hands down the length of Columbus’ thighs. “You can say no. I’d be lying to hell and back if I said I wouldn’t be disappointed, but I’d never forgive myself if you felt pressured into doing this. Especially with an old fart like me.” Tallahassee grinned ruefully, his tone utterly genuine and earnest.
“Tallahassee, you can take all my clothes off, and then the bed sheets for good measure, if it means I’ll finally get to see you naked.” Columbus grinned up at Tallahassee, the serious moment making him feel more settled and surer. “And you’re not an ‘old fart.’” Tallahassee snorted at the air quote. “You might be older than me, but not by enough to effect this,” At that, Columbus reached down and daringly grabbed a handful of the mans clothed cock, “and isn’t that all that matters?”
Tallahassee ducked his head into the crook of Columbus’ neck. “Fuck, boy, you’re driving me batshit crazy.” As he said this, he simultaneously began sucking more marks into Columbus’ neck while beginning to undo his pants.
Tallahassee deftly popped the button with a skill that was making Columbus feel hazy again. Fuck, who knew that could be so hot?
Tallahassee pushed his jeans down his hips and dove his hand into the space between underwear and denim. Columbus arched when Tallahassee’s large hands came into contact with his cock, only a few centimeters of cotton separating them.
Columbus let Tallahassee work him over for a short time, his neck blossoming with bruises of various shades and his dick throbbing in his underwear.
Finally, before Columbus could embarrass himself, he pushed Tallahassee away. Tallahassee looked dazed for a second, which Columbus felt relieved to see, before he recovered and looked down at him. At least Columbus wasn’t the only one.
“Tal, if we’re both not naked in the next two seconds, I’m going to the bathroom and finishing this myself.” Columbus tugged lightly at the hem of Tal’s underwear, just enough for them to move a few scant centimeters. The sight of those sharp hipbones almost made Columbus drool.
Tal grinned down at him. “Shit, I knew you were spunky. Alright, coming right up. But don’t say I didn’t try to be all slow and romantic about it.”
Columbus rolled his eyes, but he was grinning.
Tallahassee slid off the bed and turned his back to Columbus, hooking his thumbs in his underwear and bending down slightly as he slid them down his thighs and kicked them off his feet when they hit the ground. Columbus could only stare as his dick throbbed.
Tallahassee shot a shit eating grin over his shoulder, and then made his way to the end of the bed, grabbing the legs of Columbus’ jeans. Columbus hardly noticed. He was too busy watching Tallahassee’s long, thick cock sway with his every step.
Columbus lifted his hips up slightly, and Tallahassee pulled his pants off in one fluid movement. Slowly, like a panther, Tallahassee crawled up the bed and loomed over Columbus on all fours, looking like a predator with coiled muscles and slow, careful movements.
Tallahassee ran one finger under the waistband of Columbus’ boxers, pulling ever so slightly and revealing a glimpse of pale, smooth skin. Columbus held his breath as Tallahassee looked deep into his eyes, searching. Columbus lifted his hips again, and Tallahassee finally pushed his boxers down enough for his hard cock to spring up, slapping lightly against his stomach.
Tallahassee didn’t even glance down, he merely pushed the garment as far as he could, and Columbus used his long legs to kick them off the rest of the way.
And then they were both naked, two warm bodies mere inches away from one another.
Columbus ran his hands from Tallahassee’s lower back up to his shoulders, and then back down, feeling the shape of his spine and shoulder blades. He wanted to memorize it all.
Tallahassee was looking down at him with something soft in his eyes, and Columbus looked away, slightly overwhelmed. He had to get a grip before he started romanticizing this whole thing. He wouldn’t be some virgin who fell in love with the first person they slept with, and he wouldn’t let himself be hurt in that way.
Though, he feared now that it was too late, anyways.
Tallahassee, completely oblivious to the reason for Columbus’ inner turmoil, assumed that the boy was nervous. He braced himself on one arm and used the other to tilt the boy’s face up, leaning down slowly and connecting their lips in a soft kiss.
Columbus was overwhelmed. He wanted the man to be rough, to take him, to not treat him like something precious, because this treatment right now was confusing his heart.
Resolved, Columbus wrapped his long legs around Tallahassee’s waist and grinded his hips up, their bare cocks brushing together as sparks of electricity travelling down his spine. He had never made so much skin to skin contact with someone before, and he was surprised at how much he liked it.
Tallahassee groaned against his mouth, breaking the kiss to breath harshly against his throat. When Columbus rolled his hips again, Tallahassee hissed and then bit down on Columbus’ throat, leaving a light indentation of his teeth behind.
“Fuck, boy. You sure this is your first time?” Tallahassee asked, and Columbus grinned as he kept up a slight grind.
“Stop treating me like a snowflake, Tal. I’m ready.” Columbus said confidently, for once feeling it. Tallahassee made him feel confident, which was a heady feeling.
Tallahassee studied his face for a moment, as if trying to detect any deception, but he seemed pleased by what he found. He reached for the discarded tube of lube and popped the cap with his thumbnail.
“Do you want me to do it, or would you like to do the honors?” Tallahassee asked, obviously not bothered by either option.
Columbus wanted to do it. He wanted to pleasure Tallahassee the same way that Tal had been pleasuring him, but he didn’t want to screw this up. His indecision was clearly written on his face.
“You don’t have to. It’s okay to say no if you’re not comfortable with it.” Tal reassured.
Columbus took a deep breath to say ‘yes, thank you, please never ask me again,’ but what came out instead was, “No, I want to. Would you show me how?”
Columbus wanted to die. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole.
Tallahassee, obviously pleased with his answer, rolled them around to switch their positions. Columbus felt slightly off kilter with this change but adjusted quickly. He quirked a brow at Tallahassee, and Tallahassee smirked up at him.
“It’s easier like this if you want to open me up. Don’t worry, though, spitfuck, I’m still planning on riding you ‘til your cum is leaking down my thighs.” Tallahassee leers, and Columbus flushes all the way down to his chest.
Columbus reached to grab the lube, his hands slightly shaking. Tallahassee reached over and grabbed it for him, indicating for him to hold his hand out. “Don’t worry, spitfuck. I’m going to talk you through this.” Tallahassee poured some lube on his hand, and Columbus began rubbing his fingers together to warm up the substance.
“Good. Get it nice and warm for me, baby.” Tallahassee pulled his legs up slightly, letting them fall apart, putting him on full display. Columbus felt all thoughts leave his head and leak out of his ears at the sight.
“Circle one of those pretty fingers around me, then start pushing in when you feel me start to relax.” Tallahassee instructed, and Columbus snapped himself out of his stupor to follow Tal’s instructions. He began rubbing at the puckered muscle, marveling at its warmth.
Letting his eyes wander, Columbus’ gaze soon fell to his thick cock and heavy balls, his cock not deterred from the repeated interruptions and still standing tall.
Still circling Tallahassee’s hole, Columbus let his curiosity win out and leaned down. After considering for a moment, he bypassed his cock and took one of Tallahassee’s balls gently in his mouth, lightly licking the sensitive skin.
Tallahassee jerked beneath his touch, shocked by Columbus’ forwardness, and Columbus held his hand down against Tallahassee’s hip. He knew that he couldn’t overpower the man, but it was more a request than an order.
“Fuck, baby, that mouth is something else. Who knew beneath all that blushing, there was such a dirty twink just waiting to come out?” Tal spoke in a husky voice, obviously affected by Columbus’ ministrations, which made Columbus excited.
Columbus just hummed, going back to lapping at the skin of his ball before moving on to his cock. While he was doing this, the ring of muscle he was still running his finger around finally began to give away, and he began pushing his index finger into the tight heat. Just as he did this, he took the head of Tallahassee’s cock into his mouth and lapped at the precum beading at the tip.
His finger pushed in easily, and Columbus waited only a second before he began moving his finger in and out, alternating his thrusts with light sucks to the head of Tallahassee’s cock.
Tallahassee was groaning above him, letting out strings of curses and praise, but Columbus was more focused on what he was doing to pay attention to everything the older man was saying.
Columbus lowered his head just a little bit lower on Tallahassee’s cock, being careful of his teeth, knowing that he would not be able to take it all. Tallahassee was very gifted, and Columbus had no experience giving head. He didn’t want to choke, and he also didn’t want to accidentally hurt Tallahassee, so he made sure not to push himself too far.
Tallahassee obviously didn’t seem to mind his inexperience. He had reached down to grab Columbus’ hair, not using it to control, but as more of an anchor to ground himself.
Columbus slipped in a second finger during a particularly hard suck, and Tallahassee lightly pushed his hips back against Columbus’ fingers. Columbus soaked in this feeling, the feeling of being filled and filling, taking in all of Tallahassee’s small sounds of pleasure for future reference.
Columbus was soon three fingers deep, thrusting them in and out, moving them slightly with each thrust. He was searching for a particular spot, and when his fingers felt a slight bump, he knew he’d found it. This was confirmed with the low groan that left Tallahassee’s lips and the sinuous roll of his hips against his fingers.
Columbus continued this for a few moments, targeting that bundle of nerves and dipping his tongue into the slit of Tallahassee’s cock. Tallahassee growled below him, and before Columbus could comprehend what was happening, he was on his back with an obviously impatient Tallahassee looming above him.
“Condoms?” Tal growled, his voice a low rumble in his chest. Columbus reached over, opening the top drawer of his bedside table, and ripping one from the pack. Tallahassee hummed his approval and made quick work of rolling the condom on and lubing him up.
Tallahassee straddled his hips, hovering over his cock. The man looked down at him for a moment, obviously wanting confirmation, and Columbus nodded.
“I’m sure. I want you. I want you so bad it’s honestly scary.” Columbus said, and then winced at how honest that was. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Me, too. Fuck, spitfuck. Look at you, underneath me. I’m gonna take my time with you. Get you writhing beneath me. I bet you’d look so pretty begging me to let you come.” Tallahassee reached up a hand, brushing his thumb over Columbus’ bottom lip before he pushed his finger into his wet mouth.
Columbus sucked the digit into his mouth, moaning theatrically just to get a rise out of Tallahassee. Tallahassee groaned, his pupils dilating noticeably, and he pulled his finger from his mouth to brace his arms beside Columbus’ head. “You ready?” He asked, a serious look in his eyes.
“Yes.” Columbus replied, holding eye contact as Tallahassee gripped his cock and positioned it on his stretched hole. Columbus groaned as Tallahassee began to sink down onto him, and he gripped at Tallahassee’s hips for support as the man finally bottomed out.
Columbus was left panting at the sensation, trying to stave off the orgasm that had suddenly rushed towards him by imagining the grossest things his mind could conjure. This tactic was quickly proven useless because as soon as Tallahassee began moving, all higher thinking fled his brain.
“Fuck, Tal, you feel so good.” Columbus moaned, throwing his head back.
Tallahassee leaned down and breathed against his ear. The feeling should have felt gross, but instead the sensation sent a shiver down his spine. “So do you, spitfuck.”
Columbus flushed at the praise, slightly annoyed that he was still so easily embarrassed, even with his cock buried deep inside of someone else’s ass.
But it wasn’t just someone, it was Tallahassee, who was so handsome and rugged that Columbus honestly felt like he must have been a saint in his past life to deserve this.
True to his word, Tallassee kept the pace slow, rising about halfway off Columbus’ cock before he would grind his hips back down slowly, punching the air out of Columbus’ chest at every downfall.
This, coupled with the heated stare that Tallahassee was giving him, had Columbus reeling at the intimacy of it all. He had to keep reminding himself not to get too attached to the other man, had to keep chanting that it was only one night for his heart to get with the program.
He didn’t know if his feelings were normal or if he was just high off endorphins. He had never felt this way about someone, never felt drawn to someone quite like he did to Tallahassee, and the feeling both excited and scared him in equal measure.
Shaking his head to rid himself of the feelings, he focused on the moment, on the man that was making him feel so many new sensations and feelings. He’d be damned if he missed even a moment of this.
Wrapping his long fingers around the back of Tallahassee’s neck, feeling the light stubble there, he slowly dragged Tallahassee down for a heated kiss. Tallahassee seemed more than happy to indulge him, quickly deepening the kiss and dragging his hot tongue along Columbus’. Columbus moaned beneath him, jerking from the twin sensations.
Columbus soon broke the kiss, not going far, still breathing the same air as Tallahassee. They both panted into each other’s mouths, more so Columbus than Tallahassee, and Columbus could feel the telltale heat pooling in his stomach.
“Tal, I’m close.” Columbus warned, not knowing what he wanted Tallahassee to do. He didn’t want this to end too quickly, but he also wanted to selfishly chase that pleasure to the end.
“Yeah? Go ahead, spitfuck. I want to see the pretty face you make when you come inside of me.” Tallahassee encouraged, and Columbus nearly lost it just with those words. He had no idea he was so into dirty talk before this, but maybe it was just that southern drawl that had heat spreading throughout his body.
Columbus could feel himself teetering on the edge, and he wanted Tallahassee to fall over the edge with him. Columbus dragged his hand, the one still clutching at Tallahassee’s hip, over towards Tallahassee’s leaking cock.
Columbus took the hot flesh into his hand, smearing the precum over the head and allowing it to help his hand glide over the flesh. Columbus had never done this with another man, so he just did what he knew he liked and watched Tallahassee for his reactions.
When Columbus twisted his hand on the downstroke, Tallahassee cursed, his hips rolling towards Columbus’ hand. Columbus moaned against Tallahassee’s throat, having buried his face there to concentrate on Tallahassee’s cock, and rolled his hips up against Tallahassee.
Columbus knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. It was a miracle that he’d lasted this long at all. But Columbus was determined to make Tallahassee come before him.
Columbus picked up his pace, stroking Tallahassee faster. Columbus brought his hand away from Tallahassee’s cock and spit into his hand, returning his hand quickly, which glided much more smoothly now with the extra lubricant.
Columbus saw Tallahassee’s cock jump and looked up quickly to grin at the man, quirking his eyebrow in question.
“Shut up.” Tallahassee said, making Columbus laugh.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“God, I knew you were a cheeky bastard.” Tallahassee said, but Columbus could hear the fondness in his tone. Columbus smiled, and he’d never felt so lucky.
He’d never thought he’d get lucky enough to have a first time like this. That he’d be able to laugh with them and complain and live in the moment. He honestly thought that it would be quick and awkward, and that he would embarrass himself so badly that whatever unsuspecting schmuck that had taken pity on him would never call again.
Columbus squeezed his hand a little tighter, hearing Tallahassee groan again, and Columbus knew that he was screwed. But he found that he was fine with it. Even if this was only for one night, he was fine with giving Tallahassee a piece of himself forever.
Columbus didn’t even feel it coming. One second, he was watching Tallahassee move up and down on his cock, stroking him off, and the next he was throwing his head back and moaning at the ceiling.
Tallahassee followed quickly behind him, and Columbus held on to the last shred of his consciousness just enough to stroke Tal through it with him, feeling his walls fluttering around Columbus’ now sensitive cock.
Tallahassee rolled his hips a few more times, milking both of their orgasms, before slowly lifting himself off Columbus and falling onto his back beside the younger man, both of their breathing labored.
Tallahassee recovered first, rolling the condom off Columbus’ cock and tying it off, dropping it in the wastebasket beside his bed.
Tallahassee rolled off the bed, walking around his apartment like he owned the place, and slipped into the bathroom. Columbus just lay there, breathing hard, trying to remember his own name.
Tallahassee, after a few minutes, emerged from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and began wiping the lube and come from Columbus’ body. Tallahassee, after he deemed Columbus clean enough, discarded the cloth on the floor and began tugging the cover up, trying to convince Columbus that laying under was far better than on top of.
Columbus, with no whining whatsoever, lifted himself enough that Tallahassee could wrangle the blanket out from under him. Tal then laid down beside him, pulling Columbus into his side, and then adjusting the blanket so that they were both covered up.
Columbus hummed, pleasantly warm, and buried his face against Tallahassee’s neck, breathing in his spicy scent. Tallahassee chuckled against him and wrapped a strong arm around Columbus, and they both soon fell asleep, wrapped around one another.
The last thought that Columbus had was that he couldn’t believe that Tallahassee was a cuddler.
Columbus breathed in deeply, stretching his body out languidly. He hummed, feeling the best he had, well, ever, and reveled for all of two seconds.
Until he remembered.
His eyes shot open, and he looked around, seeing the man shaped dent in the mattress but no man. He cast his eyes around and saw that Tallahassee’s clothes were gone, and Columbus felt like an idiot at the stab of hurt that went through his chest.
Just as he was about to lay back down and sulk, his good mood long gone, his eyes caught sight of white paper on his bedside table. Curious, Columbus reached over and grabbed the note, his eyes quickly scanning its contents.
Sorry for leaving, spitfuck. I would have stayed to wine and dine you, but I got a call from work. If you want to do this again, or just go out for drinks, call me.
-Tal
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P.S.- Maybe we could even devirginize you completely next time.
Columbus wanted to be mad, he really did, but he wasn’t. He found that he believed Tallahassee, and he was excited that the man had actually left his number and even asked him out.
Maybe this could be more than just a one-night stand, Columbus thought. And the thought filled him with bubbly excitement and warmth.
Taking a deep breath, Columbus typed in the number and began texting a response.