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Martin hated clubs. They played the music too loud and people jostled him. Yet, Martin found himself aglow in reddish-orange light, his fingers tapping on a wooden bar. Glitter dusted the dark floor and black stools. Martin blinked through a strobe as he looked over his shoulder at <\/span>him<\/span><\/i>.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin hated to admit that he didn\u2019t know the name of his crush. He also hated to admit that he had semi-stalked him here. A regular at Martin\u2019s coffee shop, the man was a hipster type with big dumb glasses, a plethora of identical plaid shirts, and a smile that could steal a straight man\u2019s breath. Not to mention his dark curls, scraggly beard, and the way he leaned a little too far over the counter so Martin could smell sharp spearmint on his breath\u2026 Yes. Martin was supposed to ask for customers\u2019 names. But he always forgot when it came to him.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The man had mentioned the club to a friend while in the shop that morning. He had wanted something scandalous \u2013 aka the exact opposite of Martin. But Martin had googled the club and found out it was a gay bar. And with confirmation that the attraction <\/span>might <\/span><\/i>be mutual, all bets were off. He wasn\u2019t a risk-taker, but he was impulsive.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man glanced up from his spot on the dance floor. Glitter sparkled across his dark eyelashes and bare chest. For a split second, his eyes caught on Martin.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin looked away. His heart hammered as he turned back to the bar and stared blankly at the long shelves of neon green liquor. He had denied a drink when the bartender asked him. Now he wished he hadn\u2019t.<\/span><\/p>\n

Large hands landed on his hips and pushed him forward, pinning him against the bar. Hot breath wafted down his neck. \u201cIf you keep staring, I\u2019m gonna have to do something about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin would recognize his voice anywhere \u2013 it was a soft growl, with a lilt at the end of the sentence and a click of the teeth at every hard consonant. Martin had memorized more, like his coffee order (tall blonde with whipped) and what he liked to eat (banana bread but only twice a week). He knew which table was his favourite (the one in the back corner away from the windows) and what time he came in (10:15 a.m.). But he had never noticed the size of his hands. One gripped each hip, long fingers curling around Martin\u2019s front as thumbs skidded down his ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m sorry\u2026\u201d Martin stammered.<\/span><\/p>\n

He huffed a laugh. \u201cSure.\u201d He nipped at Martin\u2019s ear. \u201cDon\u2019t let me catch you again.\u201d As he stepped away, he slapped Martin\u2019s ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin wanted to get caught again.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

It took all night. It took three other guys trying to buy Martin drinks and Martin\u2019s polite rebuttals and several dirty looks. It took two bachelorette parties and one bar fight. It took long enough that Martin\u2019s roommate texted asking where he was, if he was okay, if maybe he had died \u2013 it was <\/span>eleven-thirty <\/span><\/i>for fuck\u2019s sake.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin exited the bathroom, blinked into the dim light, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He bumped into someone and looked up with an apology on his tongue. The words stopped as he saw him. Martin stared.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did I say about catching you?\u201d The man shoved him back until he hit the wall. A sconce lit the man in sharp relief, shadowing his cheekbones and giving his blue eyes the devil\u2019s spark. When Martin didn\u2019t reply, he placed a hand none-too-gently on Martin\u2019s throat and growled, \u201cWhat did I say?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2026 that you\u2019d d-do something about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The man chuckled darkly. He closed in, hips pressing against Martin\u2019s. His breath smelled like cheap whiskey and Limoncello. \u201cSay yes,\u201d he whispered, suddenly sweet.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His kiss enveloped Martin, coaxing him in. His tongue swiped between his lips. As one leg slotted between Martin\u2019s, sharp pressure pushed against Martin\u2019s erection. The man moved his tongue in lazy circles, kissing like they had all the time in the world and grinding his hips like there was no time at all.<\/span><\/p>\n

He broke the kiss to trail his lips down Martin\u2019s throat. One of his hands wandered across Martin\u2019s ass and squeezed, pushing his aching crotch further into his thigh.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin gasped. \u201cWe should\u2026 we should get out of here\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d The man kissed him silent and undid his zipper.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"lelo<\/a><\/p>\n

Forget that the alcove was barely set back from the dance floor. Forget that it was blocked only by a thin curtain of black beads. The music was muffled, but the bass still pounded across the floorboards. The lights couldn\u2019t illuminate a closet, let alone a club.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But anyone could pass through the beads. Anyone could exit the bathroom and emerge right beside Martin. And yet, with the man\u2019s hands down his pants, Martin couldn\u2019t form a coherent worry to articulate.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man\u2019s long fingers wrapped around his shaft with a squeeze. \u201cTouch me,\u201d he demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin scrambled to react. At some point, his fingers had tangled in the man\u2019s hair. He dipped a hand into his tight jeans instead, encircling his length. Martin bit back a whimper and he felt, more than heard, the man\u2019s exhaled laugh. He was thick and long, longer than Martin had ever taken, and thicker than he had ever held. The man bit his lip and Martin whimpered as he stroked his length.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI could take you right here,\u201d he whispered. \u201cFuck you so hard the whole club would hear you screaming.\u201d He scraped his teeth down Martin\u2019s throat.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin\u2019s gaze fluttered to the ceiling. Slick precome wet his fingers and dick as the man twisted his wrist. \u201cOkay,\u201d Martin whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man faltered for the first time, his grip loosening. He shifted back enough that cool air wafted between them, a welcome relief from the hell-hot press of his body. Martin whined. He met the man\u2019s curious and shocked stare.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin licked his lips. \u201cDo it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The man\u2019s eyes roved everywhere. Martin thought of what a wreck he must look in his wantonly ripped black jeans and the ten-year-old concert tee he\u2019d thrown on in a weak attempt to look cool. But before he could apologize for daring to challenge this sweat- and glitter-spattered god, the man spun him around and pinned his cheek to the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin gasped as the man pushed his pants down and pressed his still-clothed hardness to Martin\u2019s bare ass. \u201cDo it,\u201d he repeated.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man bit his ear with a chuckle. \u201cYou want it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/span>Yes<\/span><\/i>.\u201d Martin shifted back into his touch.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man massaged his ass in one hand as he rustled through his pockets with the other. His hot breath left Martin\u2019s neck as plastic tore, rupturing the rhythm of the pounding bass. His fingers swiped across Martin\u2019s hole, slick with lube. Martin nearly swallowed his tongue as he dipped a finger inside.<\/span><\/p>\n

He encaged Martin\u2019s body, eager to get closer still. He slipped a second finger inside, spreading them quickly, and Martin keened. \u201cQuiet. Someone might hear you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A strained laugh escaped Martin\u2019s lips. Seeing worried him more than hearing. The man took his time working him open, massaging his ass, and teasing across his prostate with each aborted thrust. Martin wanted to beg for speed but he\u2019d had a hand around his length, and he knew the man had probably broken more talented bottoms than him.<\/span><\/p>\n

He slipped a third finger inside and breathed out a curse. His teeth scraped over Martin\u2019s shoulder as he sunk in deeper. The man curled fingers over his prostate and muffled the whine it elicited with a sharp kiss. Martin tried to turn into it but was pinned fast against the wall. As his lips left him, Martin whispered, \u201cI\u2019m ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you are.\u201d He slipped his fingers out and shifted back. Martin breathed through the loss and tried not to panic over how cold he felt without a body pressed against his back. Just as he started to push away from the wall, unsure his legs would hold him, his hip was caught by those hands. \u201cPatience.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The man lined up his cock and slowly entered. Martin bit his tongue at the intrusion, the spread, and the heat pooling in his hardened dick. The man bottomed out, gasped, and paused. Martin relished the sensation of being laid bare under a stranger\u2019s tongue. He reached back to thread his fingers through the man\u2019s hair as he kissed the top of Martin\u2019s spine. His voice shook as he asked, \u201cReady?\u201d and Martin nodded.<\/span><\/p>\n

With a snap of his hips, he set a punishing pace. Martin pressed his palms against the rough wallpaper. He tasted blood on his tongue as he tried not to scream. The man pounded into him, hitting his prostate with frightening accuracy and sending waves of pleasure coursing down his spine.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"prostate<\/a><\/p>\n

He reached around Martin and took his cock in hand. He stroked him with every thrust. Martin\u2019s lip skidded out from under his teeth as whimpers and shudders overtook him. He blinked blurry, tears marring his vision as heated shockwaves flooded his system.<\/span><\/p>\n

As the man came, he lost rhythm and his thrusts became erratic. But he jacked Martin off faster, spreading precome until Martin felt pleasure overwhelm him too. His spine arched, and he came as the man buried one last thrust inside him. Martin\u2019s come splattered across the red wall, leaving a white streak behind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh fuck,\u201d Martin said.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man chuckled as he slipped out. He lopped an arm across Martin\u2019s chest, pulling him into an odd hug as he kissed his cheek. \u201cI think it improves the d\u00e9cor, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin glanced over his shoulder. The man had already tucked himself away. Aside from his ruddy lips and too-red cheeks, he looked just as put together as before. He winked, smile bright, and disappeared through the beaded curtain.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

The next day, Martin blinked through the early morning coffee rush. He barely looked up from the till in a vain attempt to stop the buttons from blurring. He\u2019d had five shots of espresso already and it wasn\u2019t even nine a.m.<\/span><\/p>\n

He heard footsteps approach and repeated the party line.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTall blonde with whip.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The voice sent shivers down his spine. Martin could still hear its growl in his ears. Spearmint wafted over the counter and his blood rushed down as he looked up.<\/span><\/p>\n

The man wore sunglasses but from the quick, sideways quirk of his lips, Martin knew he\u2019d been recognized.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re the guy from last night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Martin choked on his spit. \u201cUmm\u2026 yes. I don\u2019t\u2026 uhh\u2026 I don\u2019t usually do\u2026that\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The man cocked an eyebrow, leaving Martin speechless. His tongue darted between his lips and Martin wondered if \u2013 no, hoped \u2013 he remembered his taste.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou should put your number on the cup.\u201d The card reader beeped.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before he could walk away, Martin caught himself and said, \u201cA name? For the drink?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His smile widened, hungry. \u201cNow where\u2019s the fun in that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

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