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Your body dropped exhaustedly onto the patio chair beneath you, taking a breath of the night air before pulling out a cigarette to take a breath of something more effective. There were always bad days at the bar, with rowdy patrons, handsy guests and drunk messes: they’d usually be spread over the course of a week or so though.
Tonight, it was all of the above. Everything went wrong, the pitiful amount of tips weren’t even enough to compensate for the shit show you had endured. Your feet were aching from standing all day and your ears were ringing from constant loud music. All you wanted to do was get home and sleep until the next shift at 5pm; a more common experience than you would like.
Your shaky fingers lit the cigarette, taking an eager breath of the toxins as you heard one of the bar doors click. At first you thought it was your manager, finally finishing up counting the drawer and joining you on your walk to your respective cars however the sound rang through again; more desperate and followed by a, ‘fuck!’
You rolled your eyes figuring it was someone trying to get a drink but you pulled your keys out, lacing your fingers around your pepper spray just in case. You heard footsteps approaching the patio, slow and cautious as the tall figure approached you. Maybe it was the bad day from before fueling your current demeanor or it was your fear of the unknown man approaching but your tone was anything but pleasant as you confronted the stranger.
“What the fuck do you want? We’re closed.” You snapped, unlocking the safety on your pepper spray.
“I- I’m sorry, I just need to go in-'' he began, his hands raised in a non threatening manner but your guard stayed up, even as the patio light began to illuminate his face. “I left my phone inside.”
Your hard expression diminished only slightly as you remembered finding a phone as you were cleaning tables tonight. You didn’t take your eyes off him as you pulled out your phone, dialing the bar, telling your manager to bring it on his way out, knowing for sure there was no way he would stop counting the drawer to bring out this stranger's phone.
He kept his hands up in a defensive manner as you observed him, his tall body causing him to lean forward to avoid hitting his head on the pillar above.
“He’s gonna bring it.” You say softly, setting the phone close to you on the table as he took a seat at a different one. You puffed your cigarette again before roughly putting it out on an ashtray, stealing glances from the man from time to time.
“Sorry to bother you, it seems like you’ve had a long night already.” He offers softly, bouncing his legs as he speaks. Your hand slowly releases the pepper spray, not feeling such a need for it anymore as you look at the nervous man.
“You’re right.” You snap a bit, pondering over the night, growing angry at your own mental replay. Even out of the corner of your eye you could see how he tensed at your hostile tone. You felt a wave of guilt run through you as you looked at the man apologetically.
“You’re right, it was a long, fucking shitty night. And I shouldn’t take it out on you, I’m sorry for being rude.” You say in a softer tone, watching as the man smiles a bit of self deprecating as he looks at you.
“I’m sorry I was an idiot and left my phone,” he chuckled. It was quiet for a moment before he asked, “What made tonight so ‘fucking shitty’?”
You studied his face, wondering if he was just making conversation but unfortunately for him, you hadn’t spoken to your friends back home in months and you needed to vent. So you did.
You unleashed everything: feeling alone since you moved to LA, struggling to become a writer, hating your job yet barely being able to afford rent in your apartment to just the feelings of anxiety and depression you felt daily. By the end of it your eyes were spilling over with tears, your lower lip trembling and your voice began to break.
He was quiet for a moment before standing, moving to the seat next to you as he put a hand on your shoulder, first making you jump before you relaxed underneath his comforting gesture, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. His hand rested for a minute, warmth radiating from it before he gave your shoulder a small rub and then a pat.
You stayed like that for a minute, his hand on your shoulder as you broke down then almost like flipping a switch you wiped your tears, looking up at the complete stranger with his hand on you, the realization almost making you laugh.
“I’m sorry,” you laugh a little, sniffling as you wipe your eyes. “I didn’t mean to break down there, this must be really awkward.”
“No, it’s okay.” He smiled, patting your back before removing his hand. “I’ve definitely felt that way before, well besides being a bartender.” He jokes, earning a laugh from you before biting his lip slightly. “It’s okay to not be okay.”
Before you could tell him how right he was, you heard the door click, the actual door opening as your manager, Isaac, approached the patio, looking from you to your new friend.
“Hey man, this yours?” He asks, holding up his phone as the man beside you stands from his seat.
“Yeah, yeah, thank you. Apologies.” He mumbles quickly, almost uninterested in his phone altogether as he turns back to you.
“I never caught your name, mine’s Bo, well Robert, but everybody calls me Bo.”
You told him yours, almost losing yourself in his smile and the dimple that appears on his right cheek until catching Isaac in the corner of your eye watching the two of you with a confused look.
“I uh, gotta go, Isaac usually walks me to my car you know, it’s dangerous at night.” You rambled before seeing a small dip on his smile. “Unless you’d like to? We can keep talking for a little bit?”
Maybe it was stupid, staying at an empty bar with a man you had just met but you couldn’t help but feel a connection, a spark, something, anything.
“I’d love to,” he smiles. You gave one last nod to Isaac who still seemed a little uneasy as he bid his goodbyes and left.
“We can go inside if you’d like, I can make you a drink?” You offer once you’re sure Isaac is gone, leading Bo into the closed bar with one of the spare keys. Things were a bit quiet as you switched on a few of the lights and walked inside, the only sound being the two of your footsteps on the wood floor.
“What can I get you?” You ask, reminiscent of your voice with any other patron as you slipped behind the bar.
“Rum and coke, please.” He smiles, shoving his hands in his pockets as he stalks over to one of the barstools taking a seat. You make him a drink before moving on to your own, pouring some liquor over ice.
As you finish preparing your drink, you lightly peppered him with questions wanting to take the attention off you for a second. You asked him what he did for a living, his age, his favorite Beatle- and besides the occupation question he asked you the same, obviously wanting to know more about you as well. The questions spitballed back and forth and as you downed your first drink, became more personal.
“Have you found anything to like, to help with your depression?” You ask, stirring your second drink with a straw.
He chuckled nervously in response, letting out a long ‘uhh,’ before running a hand through his hair. “I mean, exercise helps, meditation helps, I don’t really know, have you?” He asks, the same hopeful look on his face that you had when you had asked him.
“Uhh,” you mock a bit, laughing at your own joke as he does the same. “I’ve tried the same, getting sunlight, yoga and stuff.” You ramble off, realizing that none of those had really helped.
“The mix with anxiety, it can be really debilitating.” He says softly, staring mostly at the ice in his cup as he lightly tilted it back and forth.
“Yeah, it really can.” You agree, taking full opportunity to stare at him while his gaze was on his drink. The silence drug on and the liquor in your drink was pushing you to break it. “I guess it’s about finding the little moments that make you happy, you know?” You settle on, ignoring the initial cringe you got from your own ‘fortune cookie’ sounding words.
He seemed to appreciate the effort, however, looking up with his piercing baby blue eyes gazing into yours, a small smile forming on his lips. You can’t help but get lost in them, your eyes staring into his across the bar until they caught the light blue sky outside of the windows, indicating the sun beginning to rise outside.
Suddenly, an idea came into your head smiling with excitement as you made two fresh drinks for the two of you, telling him to follow you as you handed him his drink and walked into the back room. He blindly followed behind a bit of a confused expression as you pulled down a ladder, looking behind to flash him a smile.
His expression remained confused as you climbed up the ladder, keeping the drink nestled on the steps carefully as you did.
He climbed behind you, careful with his drink as well as you both finally stepped onto the roof.
You had come up here many times before, mostly by yourself to escape everyone on your breaks. The bar was far enough away from the highway so it was still slightly private and secluded.
“Wow,” Bo finally speaks, looking over the pillars to the sun slowly rising, the sky turning a cotton candy pink over the horizon along with the city lights sparkling along the buildings. You stayed quiet, just watching the beautiful display, sitting side by side with your drinks until you looked over, studying his face until you finally spoke, referencing your conversation from downstairs.
“This is a really happy moment.” You say softly, a little cheesy especially after it came from your mouth but he was less than critical, his face lighting up as he smiled at you.
“It is for me too.” He agrees, staring into your eyes with the same intensity and adoration he had while staring at the scenic sight before you. Your faces moved closer, your nose almost hitting his and his long hair threatening to tickle your cheeks and neck.
Before you could let any second thoughts run through your head, you leaned forward, meeting his lips with your own and resting a hand on his arm. He let out a small grunt of surprise before easing into you, bringing a hand up to the back of your head tangling his long fingers into your hair.
As you broke away, he sighed a bit stroking your cheek with a lustful look.
“Is this okay?” He asks, as if you weren’t the one who locked lips with him first. You nodded enthusiastically, using his coat to pull him closer and connect your lips again, moving them against his.
You could slightly taste the rum on his lips and even more on his tongue breaking through your lips and eagerly moving with yours. He repositioned his body, nearly enclosing your body with his own as he moved you to a lying position on the roof.
“You’re so pretty, so- breathtaking.” He mumbled against your lips, he pulled back for a second, shrugging off his coat and jacket to rest underneath your head and underneath your hips as he rested his large hands on your hipbones, giving a questioning look to you before you covered them with your own, assisting him to push your black slacks down your legs.
“Shit,” he said breathily, running his hands up and down your newly bare thighs earning a shiver up your spine but it wasn’t enough.
“Bo, please.” You whined a bit, not caring how needy you sounded- the connection, intimacy and pleasure was like an intense drug you desperately needed the fix for. He lightly shushed you, hooking his fingers on your panties before pulling them down and off your legs.
“I don’t want to rush with you, honey, you’re too- fucking perfect.” He grunts, suddenly grabbing for your thighs and pulling your center to his mouth, the heavy exhale from his lips warming your body up to your chest until he connects his lips around your clit, laying a kiss there before ravaging you with his tongue.
“Taste- as- fucking- delicious as you look,” he said between laps, mumbling the words against your clit, sending lightning bolts through your limbs as you trembled around him threatening to close your legs around his head.
He brought his hands on either side, lightly rubbing your thighs before placing one over his shoulder and holding the other steady as he worked his tongue on you, running over your folds before swirling around your clit, again. He pulled away for a second, enough to earn a whine from you before lightly brushing his thumb against your clit turning the whine into a moan as he traced your entrance with his middle finger.
Finally he pushed in, the simple digit earning mewls in delight from you as he brushed your blouse up past your breasts, stroking every inch of skin he could get his free hand on while the other curled inside of you. He added his ring finger as he lightly lay kisses on your stomach and breasts, ticking you with his stubble as he finally met your lips again.
You moaned into his mouth as his fingers curled relentlessly against you, your shaking legs being held open by his body in between them. Clenching around his fingers you threw your head back, nuzzling your face into Bo’s jacket as you reached your high, the sound of the chirping birds and the both of your rapid breaths fading out for a moment one ecstasy.
When you finally fluttered your eyes open, your flushed face burning slightly as you shyly eyed the man in between your legs, looking at you with lust as he withdrew his fingers, taking both of them into his mouth. You clenched around nothing as you watched him, his eyes never leaving you as his saliva-only covered fingers rubbed on his coat briefly before resting it on your hip.
He lightly kissed you before pulling your shirt down, bringing a hand up to cradle your face as if the act was done. Did he not plan on fucking you?
You made a small sound of protest, bringing up your hips to meet his still clothed lower half. He groaned, grinding his body into yours slightly before meeting your gaze, his long hair sparkling in the rising sun as they dangled around your face. Impatiently, you raised your hips again, earning a curse from him.
“Sweetheart, I don’t, I don’t have a condom.” He admits softly, biting his lip as he looks at you. “Next time?”
“Next time?” You parrot back, the words falling out quicker than you had meant them to. His face slightly fell as he studied yours, clearing his throat as he sat up, moving his hair to the sides.
“Can there be a next time?” He asks, a bit of vulnerability leaking in his question as you smiled, sitting up to reach his face as well. Of course, you wanted there to be a next time and it wasn’t just because of your situation or need for human connection; it was him. It was the connection with him.
“Yes, for sure.” You say before kissing him again, relishing in the feeling of his lips against yours, his stubble lightly scratching your cheeks. You could feel his lips form into a smile against yours, his arms moving from his sides to engulf you in an embrace.
He helped you get dressed, besides your panties you noticed, moving your slacks up your legs and helping you up from your lying position. As you climbed down from the ladder and you cleaned the glasses you both had used, you told him you had to work tonight but you were off the next day. Free for Bo to take you on a date he seemed desperate to take you on- before fucking you as previously discussed.
The smile didn’t leave your face, your cheeks aching but you didn’t seem to care as he helped you into your coat, exchanging numbers and finally walking you to your car as promised.