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“You literally couldn’t be any more obvious if you tried.”
Dani’s head jerked as he turned to look at his brother, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, beer almost escaping his mouth at the shock. He composed himself enough to swallow. “What are you talking about? And I thought you were in the bathroom.”
Eric looked at him with a mixture of incredulity and amusement. “Yeah, I came back,” he said as if he couldn’t understand how the other man wouldn’t think that was a natural progression, “You just didn’t notice how long I’d been gone because you were too busy ogling that guy over there.”
Cheeks becoming increasingly hot, Dani arched an eyebrow, twirling the neck of his bottle with between his fingers. “I was not ogling anyone.”
“I hate to break it to you but you so were. And I can’t say I blame you, he’s hot,” the younger man smirked, looking over his brother’s shoulders to where the other group of guys were congregated a couple of feet away. One of the parties, towering above practically all his friends, caught his eye momentarily and Eric, shameless as he always was, gave a little wave in return. Just as soon as their eyes met, they guy looked away, almost like a deer caught in headlights and said something to the guy sat next to him. The one his brother had his eye on.
Dani merely glowered, unsure as to what to say to that. He knew his brother always seemed to know him a little better than he probably would like.
“Go talk to him.”
“I’m not going to go talk to him.”
Eric decided he could push it now and risk Dani getting into a huff and bailing on him, or… he could just bide his time and see how the night played out. His brother, for all his… propriety was certainly not as much of a good boy as he seemed after getting a couple of drinks in him and, well, the night was still young. “Fine. But stop moping so we can celebrate your last couple of days of freedom.”
He was just about to argue that his freedom wasn’t any more curtailed than it usually was but, for once, decided to just let it be. Eric was right, what better time to blow off a little steam?
“Five shots of tequila, please.”
Dani really should have known something was up when at that moment his brother suddenly got a brain wave that he had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, back on his feet and briskly walking towards the stairs before Dani even had a chance to open his mouth. Eyebrow furrowed in confusion, but no longer wondering about the mystery that was the inner workings of Eric’s mind, he merely gave a shrug and took another sip of his beer. It wasn’t until his eyes casually wandered over to his rights just a little bit (definitely not subconsciously looking for him) that Dani realised that he was standing about a foot away for him at the bar. And he was looking at him.
“Hi,” the guy said casually, as if he weren’t the most attractive guy that Dani had seen in his entire life.
Don’t blush, don’t blush… “Hey.”
“So I think your friend might have the hots for my brother, which is absolutely hilarious because Alex is like the shiest person you’ll ever meet in your life.”
For a moment Dani had no idea what the guy was talking about, his brain working embarrassingly slow for someone who had a university degree and a masters, until it all suddenly made sense and he was surprised a light bulb didn’t flash above his head. “Oh, Eric! He’s my brother.
The guy cocked his head to the side, apparently studying him. “Yeah, I can see it. You’re hotter though.”
Dani was so thankful he hadn’t chosen that moment to take a sip of his drink because he definitely would have choked on it. “Thanks?”
“This is the part where you’re supposed to tell me I’m hotter than my brother too,” he laughed, completely unapologetic, and handed over a couple of notes to the bartender.
Jesus Christ, Dani. Could you act more like a 15 year old virgin? “Tell me which one your brother is and I might be able to tell you.”
The guy’s black eyes appeared to twinkle even more as he laughed to himself. “That one,” he pointed over at where the tallest of the group was sitting, thankfully not looking in their direction, “he’s taller than me and his eyes are nicer than mine but I think I’m prettier?”
“Too tall for me anyway,” Dani smirked, “And yes, you are prettier. Happy?”
“Escatic,” the other man grinned, all sparkly white teeth, “I guess I should probably introduce myself now that you’ve told me how beautiful I am… I’m Marc.”
Dani all too willingly shook the outstretched hand. “Hey, I never used the world ‘beautiful’. And I’m Dani.”
“Pff… From the amount of times I caught you looking at me tonight it’s implied.”
For a moment he couldn’t believe just how confident this guy was, especially given the fact that he still looked quite young- twenty two or twenty three maybe. “Wow, cocky much? Maybe it was your brother I was looking at?”
The bartended handed Marc back his change, which he pocketed, before setting five shot glasses filled to the brim with tequila down in front of him and moving on to serve another customer. “I hope not, he’s too young for you. And probably your brother for that matter.”
“Yeah,” Dani really couldn’t deny that, the guy looked barely old enough to be in a bar; never mind be picked up in a bar, “I’m pretty sure Eric was doing it to annoy me. He has this crazy idea that I might have had my eye on you…”
“That is crazy,” he agreed, smirk never leaving his face.
“Indeed.”
“Well, since I came all the way over here-“
“All the way over to the bar? Where they keep the alcohol?” Dani cringed internally at how much of a cliché he was, half twisted in the guy’s direction, chin rested on his hand… But hey, if it worked.
Marc nodded. “All the way. I think it’s only polite that you have a drink with me, no?”
Dani grimaced at the shot that was pushed towards him. “I would hardly call that having a drink. If you wanted to talk to me maybe you should have picked something that lasts a bit longer than one swallow…”
“Ha! This is just to get you loosened up, then you can get us something that lasts much longer?”
Abso-fucking-lutely.
“Oh hello.”
Dani didn’t need eyes in the back of his head to tell that his brother was currently wearing a shit eating grin, rolling his eyes as Eric draped an arm over his shoulder. “Marc, this is my incredibly annoying brother, Eric.”
Completely unfazed by the whole thing, Marc stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. I’m glad my brother finally plucked up to-“
“Okay, Eric, okay.”
“All right! Fine,” the youngest Pedrosa sibling held up his hands, “I was just going to tell you that I’m going to head home, if that’s okay? I’ll catch up with you tomorrow. Or… the day after.”
Before Dani could get a word in, Eric had grabbed his jacket and clapped him on the back. He headed for the door, but not before winking at Alex, who had been looking their way again.
“What did I do to deserve being related to him?”
“I can’t pass much judgment to be honest, in my family the roles are definitely reversed.”
“Oh,” Dani scrunched up his nose comically, “maybe it is your brother that I should be after so.”
Raising his eyebrows as he took another sip of his beer, Marc couldn’t help but feel proud of how the older man shifted in his seat when his tongue darted out to catch a drop that threatened to trickle down his face. “Like I said, way too young for you.”
Dani suddenly found that he couldn’t manage a reply to that; he was too busy being caught up on wondering how the fuck this guy could casually walk into a bar and just demand one thousand percent of his attention with just one look. Despite his brother’s infinite attempts, he’d never gone home with someone he met in a bar. In fact, it had become a bit of a running joke between the two of them; they would go out, Eric would point out every good looking guy in the place, Dani would roll his eyes, they would have a couple of drinks, and they would go home. Every now and then he would be abandoned in favour of some brunette or blonde or redhead, but Dani never really cared too much.
But now… now was a completely different story. Those dark eyes, those lips, that mouth… Dani wanted it all and he wanted it badly. And somehow this guy, Marc, seemed to want him too. This time he really wasn’t going to say no, if he wasn’t the one making the proposition.
“Yeah, I guess it’s a good thing that it’s not him I’m into then.”
“Tell me, Dani, just how into me would you like to be?”
You have no fucking idea. The guy was bold, Dani had to give him that. Never before had he seen anyone ooze sex like Marc did, where every word that fell from his lips sounded as if could be a double entendre, and if he didn’t stop it soon he wasn’t sure he would be able to keep himself from pulling the taller man into the alley out back and fucking him then and there. “As into you as you’ll let me be,” Dani admitted, completely unashamed.
Humming around the top of his bottle, the corners of Marc’s mouth tugged upwards as he swallowed again. “Sounds like we’re both on the same page then.”
“I really fucking hope so.”
“Do you think it’s really rude to leave my brother and friends even though we’ve only been here like an hour?”
Dani wondered in what universe the guy thought he was actually going to say yes to that. “I’m sure they’ll live, they can keep each other company.”
Finishing his bottle of beer, the younger man placed it firmly down on the counter. “And then we can keep each other company too- how does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect to be honest.”
“Great, just give me one minute then…”
Watching Marc walk away for a moment, Dani found that he was finally able to catch his breath. He scrubbed at his face, lowering his head for just a second in a shake of disbelief, smile never leaving his face. One last gulp had his bottle of beer finished and, embarrassingly eagerly, pulled on his jacket, risking a glance over his shoulder to find that there were four pairs of eyes firmly fixed on him. Unsure of what to do, Dani gave a little wave, that one plucked right from the Eric Pedrosa playbook in attempt to make him look someway smooth. It probably didn’t work and it definitely didn’t matter.
There were a couple of catcalls (the perpetrators finding themselves on the receiving end of a not so polite gesture), and before Dani knew it Marc had returned to his side once more, coat draped over his arm. “Ready to go.”
“So ready.”
The cab back to Dani’s apartment wasn’t the most comfortable of experiences. The older man, who had been in a near constant state of arousal since the guy spoke his first word to him, was not one for bringing guys he’d just met home to fuck and he most certainly was not one for being all over them in the back of a taxi on the way there. Marc, helpful as he was, broke the awkward silence by making small talk about the previous night’s football, his hand remaining high up on Dani’s thigh all the while. Dani was just glad that the journey didn’t take that long, or else that had would be a serious liability.
Trying to maintain as much class and decorum as possible, Dani paid the driver while Marc vacated the vehicle, giving the guy his thanks before quickly hurrying after the younger man, who was now leaning up against the front door of the apartment building like a model who had just stepped out of a magazine. The tiniest part of Dani secretly hoped that it would open unexpectedly and he would fall over, because no one should be able to be that smooth. It just wasn’t fair on everyone else.
And, annoyingly, he didn’t move when Dani went to key in the code to open the door, meaning their bodies were soon pressed up against each other as he manoeuvred to reach it. Shooting him a dirty look, Dani betrayed his true thoughts on the matter by pressing his knee strategically between Marc’s thighs, smirking at the little groan that elicited.
“Fuck, you’re evil.”
“Don’t give it if you can’t take it.” The door clicked and Dani pushed it open, giggling as Marc almost lost his balance and dragged them over the threshold.
“Your apartment better not be on like the 10th floor because I really don’t think I can keep my hands off you.”
“Third, is that okay with you?”
Hands still bunched up in the other man’s shirt, Marc smirked. “Third is fine.”
Dani fumbled with the key to his apartment, unable to think properly with that guy pressed so close to his back, breath tickling the back of his neck. Marc pressed little butterfly kisses to the patch of skin beneath his hair line, and the small man really couldn’t keep himself from dropping the keys when he nipped him.
“Amateur, get out of the way,” he laughed, nudging Dani so that he could reach the keys and let them in so that they could get this show on the road. He did just that, swinging the door open with a smug smile which Dani didn’t waste any time in kissing off his face as he back Marc up against the door, only a little bit sorry when there was a little thud where the other man’s head hit the wood. Still, he didn’t seem to be complaining.
Their mouths continued to collide as Marc grabbed a fistful of Dani’s collar, hauling him backwards and kicking the door shut. “Lights,” he managed to get out between kisses and Dani was tempted to leave them off to save time. He probably would have if it weren’t for the fact that they would probably trip over a shoe that would land them both in the hospital. Dragging Marc with him, Dani finally found the switch, thankful when the place illuminated that he was a tidy kind of person. Not that they would be spending much time anywhere but the bedroom.
Cock already hard, Dani ripped the shirt off from over Marc’s his head, tossing it away without a second thought. He stopped them when they reached the doorway to his room, backing the younger man up against the frame.
“What-“ Marc never got to finish that sentence because, before he knew what was happening, Dani’s tongue was tracing one of his nipples and fuck if that didn’t feel incredible. “Dani.”
“Hmm?” he enquired, sending vibrations across the soft skin.
“If I’m not on my back on your bed soon I swear I’m going to- agh.”
Getting revenge for earlier, Dani nipped at the sensitive skin, but was more than happy to roll with the other man’s suggestions anyway. He let up, linking Marc’s fingers with his and pulling him into his room, letting go only when Dani went to turn on the lamp and Marc flopped down on the bed, laughing away to himself.
“Wow, goose feather…”
Okay, so maybe his bed was a little bit puffy. “It’s comfortable.”
“Yeah, if you like being poked by a million needles in your sleep.”
Arching an eyebrow, Dani folded his arms across his chest. “You objecting to sleeping here so?”
Undoing the button of his jeans like the tease he was, Marc shook his head. “Nah. I’m not a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy.”
“Fine by me.” Once Marc had rid himself of his pants, Dani settled in between his legs, trying his hardest to focus his attention on the man and not just the bulge straining against his boxers. Their lips met again, less desperate this time and more just enjoying the moment, and Dani allowed his hands to wander, cupping Marc through the thin fabric before dipping his fingers beneath the band when that elicited the most delicious of moans.
“Fuck. Dani, I want you to fuck me because I seriously don’t think I’m going to be able to last long.”
Eager. “No foreplay?”
“The only foreplay I need is your fingers inside of me.”
Oh wow. Okay then. “I guess that you better get rid of those so…” He plucked the elastic material, smirking when it flew back against the sensitive skin and Marc whimpered. The guy did just that though, pulling off his socks and boxers while Dani began the process of shedding his clothes.
“Lube and condoms?”
“Top drawer on the right.”
Things moved swiftly from there, Marc turning over onto his stomach in anticipation as Dani squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, making sure that the other man was ready before pressing one digit inside him. Marc was unbelievably tight and Dani couldn’t help but fantasise about how it would feel to finally be inside him as he began to stretch him, adding another finger and then finally another when he was sure he could take it. Beautiful obscenities fell from the younger man’s lips as Dani’s fingers brush against his prostate and that was enough for Marc to plead with him to replace his fingers with the real thing.
He was only too willing to oblige. Pulling on the condom, wrapped discarded on the floor, he lined himself up with Marc’s entrance, double checking that he was good to go instead of just jumping in. The younger man, while grateful that Dani wanted to make sure that he was fully consenting, was frustrated to the point of growling a ‘just fucking do it’ that, thankfully, was laughed off. Finally pushing inside him, slowly but firmly, Dani squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to stop himself from coming from that sensation alone. It had been a while, and boy had he forgotten how amazing it felt.
Marc, right in line with what Dani had come to expect of him, was eager for things to progress; the older man was barely fully inside him when he was begging him to move, and needless to say Dani didn’t need to be told twice. He rocked into him, fingertips digging into Marc’s hips so hard that he was sure that there would be 10 bruises there in the morning. The younger man gave as good as he got, pushing back against him in perfect timing until Dani was on the edge and reached forward to pump Marc’s cock, him coming first and the tensing prompting Dani to follow right behind him a matter of seconds later.
Marc’s knees gave way and Dani tried his best not to hurt him as the fell forward, still close as they could possibly be, gasping for breath as he rested his cheek against the younger man’s back.
For a moment Dani’s hearing went all fuzzy, so he barely caught Marc thanking him for the best fuck that he’d apparently ever had. He didn’t hesitate in doing the same, waiting just a moment or two longer before pulling out and knotting the condom, expertly tossing it into the waste bin on the other side of the room.
Marc, who appeared to be completely boneless, twisted his head towards the older man, eyebrow arched in amusement. “You’re way too good at that…”
“Oh… No, when I was in university my friends and I used to procrastinate before exams by having a competition to see who could get scrunched up balls of paper into the bin from the furthest point of the room.”
Right. “Did you win?” he asked, unable to keep the amusement from creeping into his voice because, really, this was the weirdest post-orgasm talk he’d ever had.
“Nope. Well, like once. But it does mean that I have a better than average shot.”
Okay, that was it. Marc really couldn’t help himself from laughing at that, head falling forward against the pillow, muffling the sound.
“Hey,” Dani fake-pouted, poking him in the back, “don’t laugh at me after I’ve just fucked you.”
“Go to sleep you fucking nerd.”
Unable to keep from laughing at the other man’s (barely decipherable) words, Dani did as he was told and plopped down on the pillow opposite his guest. So maybe this had been a very unexpected turn of events, but he would be the first one to thank Eric in the morning.