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Gabriel stumbled into the next bar, watching the writhing mass of bodies, most of them lacking their clothing and laughed in delight, making his way towards the bartender and where she was handing out shots far more quickly than one should do with a group of drunken students.
He saw Ash for a brief moment, and waved, but he was swallowed by the crowd a moment later. Gabriel weaved his way towards the bar. He needed a drink. He needed lots of drinks. He was getting a late start on the day. He licked his lips and shoved his way between a few of the warm and slightly-sticky bodies that already smelled like sex.
Fuck, he loved Spring Break, especially in Cancun.
And this year, this year he was a senior and he was going to take advantage and live life to the absolute fullest. He was going to get drunk, get laid, in that order, and then he was going to do it all over again for the next four nights in a row. It was a perfect plan and fuck if anything was going to get in his way.
The music in the club died down to a tolerable level a few minutes later and Gabriel looked around, waving his hand to get the bartender's attention. She laughed at him and strode over. "I need a Screaming Orgasm please," Gabriel said, watching her laugh and nod.
He needed several of those, but first he needed his victim. The condoms he had stuffed in his wallet were burning a whole in his pocket and he needed to make sure they got their proper use in the very near future. He licked his lips and leaned back against the bar as someone else moved. He slid into a seat and surveyed the pickings.
There weren't too many single men floating around here yet, but the nice thing about spring break was that eventually someone was going to show up. And if they were drunk enough, he wasn't going to need to worry about them actually being attracted to him. That was one hell of a thing that came in handy when you were overweight due to a candy addiction.
Gabriel sat up in his chair when he finally caught sight of what was likely the best option for tonight. His eyes widened and his mouth went dry as the guy had to duck to get in the fucking doorway. Gabriel swallowed and took his drink, taking a long, fortifying sip before making his way through the crowd and towards the tall bastard.
It looked like he was here with a few friends, but that had never stopped Gabriel before. He was nothing if not a social butterfly and he was more than willing to prove it. He finished off his drink before he got to the group of friends and narrowed his eyes when he realized tall, dark and decidedly handsome was drunk, but not likely-to-puke drunk, which left him exactly where Gabriel wanted him.
Fuck, he hoped that the bastard was porportional. That was the only thing that could possibly be better. Gabriel licked his lips and suddenly the handsome jerk was staring at him. He froze, and shivered at how dark those hazel eyes suddenly got. It was like all of the air left the room and he was frozen as those eyes got closer and closer.
"Hi."
Gabriel shook himself out of his staring reverie (some people might consider that a tad rude, but he'd just realized that the bastard was wearing an unbuttoned plaid shirt with nothing underneath it and that chest was BEGGING for something to be licked off of it), and smiled. "Hey! I was just coming over to talk to you."
Handsome blinked at him for a moment, looking confused and Gabriel wondered if the guy was far more drunk than he'd originally estimated. It wouldn't be the first time that he had been wrong about something like that, but fuck, he'd been hoping-
"You were? Wow, okay, guess we were both thinking the same thing. Can I buy you a drink?"
Gabriel opened his mouth and snapped it shut immediately after. Fucking hell, the bastard sounded SOBER. Oh god, he was so fucked if he was sober, there was no way that the guy would spend more than two minutes with him. "Sure, yeah, I'll never say no to more alcohol, though, I've go an idea."
Tall, dark and handsome raised one devastating eyebrow and Gabriel was smacked in the face with the realization that the bastard had fucking dimples. That wasn't fair. That just was not fucking fair. Who put dimples on a face and a body like that? That was like adding a 50% crit rate to an already overpowered super hero.
"Well, if we're going to get to know each other better, I'm Sam."
Gabriel took Sam's hand and definitely shivered nice and hard at how big that hand was compared to his. Jesus, he liked that a little bit too much. He swallowed and cleared his throat. "Right, nice to meet you Sam. I'm Gabriel."
"Hey Gabriel," Sam said, tugging on the hand he still had ahold of. "So what's your idea?"
Gabriel absolutely did not appreciate the miles of smooth, golden skin that were only inches from him, and the way that Sam's shirt was hanging off him that was nearly impossible to ignore. He didn't. Instead, he forced his eyes up to meet hazel ones and grinned, bright and wide. "How do you feel about some body shots?"
Sam tilted his head back and laughed and Gabriel's mouth went dry again, watching the long, unblemished line of his neck appear and then disappear as Sam nodded eagerly. Gabriel adjusted his grip on Sam's hand and started to drag him back to the bar.
The bartender gave him a raised eyebrow and Gabriel waved towards Sam. "I wanna do body shots off of him, tequila. Can I?"
She gave him a skeptical, raised eyebrow. Gabriel grabbed his wallet and yanked out several large bills and pushed them across the bar. Sam said something behind him, but Gabriel ignored it in favor of her clearing off a section of the bar for her. He turned to Sam and smirked, putting his hands on his hips. "Now, get up on the bar."
Sam raised an eyebrow and obliged, letting his shirt fall open a little further. "Sure, why not."
Gabriel laughed and climbed up as well, planting his knees on either side of Sam's hips. He smirked, because there was a very lovely, red flush working it's way down Sam's neck. "You say that as though you'd done this before."
"Not," Sam swallowed. "Not quite like this. Haven't had them done off me. Done them off other people? Sure."
"Well, you are about to get one hell of an experience," Gabriel promised, taking the bottle of tequila that the bartender handed him. People were already starting to gather around him and Gabriel paused for a second before he got started. "Just to clarify, I am dragging you off to have my wicked way with you after this, right?"
Sam groaned, and Gabriel noticed that Sam's pants were absolutely starting to get a little tighter around the groin. He licked his lips.
"Yes, jesus, please," Sam said, stretching and putting his arms behind his head to help cushion it against the wood. "Do whatever you want to me, I swear, and I'll take you apart and make you scream afterward."
Gabriel groaned and dropped his head to Sam's stomach, breathing in the scent of Sam's skin a moment later. "Fuck, don't tempt me, kiddo."
Sam snorted. "Definitely, definitely not a kid," he whispered, bucking his hips up. "But I do want you to get on with those shots."
"Your wish is my command," Gabriel said, taking one of the lemons from the small cup the bartender had offered it, rubbing it over Sam's abdomen. "Lemon first," he added, then sprinkled salt over the skin. "Now," Gabriel gave Sam a feral grin and watched him shiver.
"Now for the fun part."
Sam groaned as Gabriel poured the tequila into a shot glass and balanced it in his belly button. "Fucking hell," he whispered.
"We'll get there," Gabriel promised, leaning down to take the edge of the tequila shot into his mouth. The crowd suddenly went wild and Gabriel tipped his head back, taking down the burn of the liquor before dropping the glass, and then licking up the salt on Sam's stomach, watching as he shivered again. He smirked, watching as Sam's eyes went even darker than before. "Having fun there, Sam?"
Sam bucked his hips up a little bit and laughed. "I think you can tell exactly how much fun I am having."
Gabriel braced his hands on Sam's shoulders and leaned down and over his body. "You know how I'm going to have the most fun?"
Sam's breath caught under him and he shook his head. "No?"
"I'm going to have the most fun," Gabriel teased, running his hands down Sam's chest. "I am going to have the most fun sucking you down until all you can think about is my mouth and how hot it is. Then I am going to ride you until you can't remember your name."
"Fuck," Sam swore, staring at him with wide eyes.
Gabriel grinned, dark and feral, grabbing the tequila and pouring it directly into Sam's collar bone. "That's the plan, there, Sammich."
He got a nice, loud moan from Sam as he sucked up the tequila from Sam's skin. Best tequila he had ever had, and he was going to be ruined forever for tequila after this. He would complain, but since Sam was the one who was going to ruin it, well, he would survive, without a doubt.
"Your mouth," Sam groaned, shoving his hips down and to the counter.
Gabriel licked his lips and then pressed a kiss to Sam's skin. "Where next," he mused, pulling back just enough before splashing some of the tequila down Sam's sternum, chasing the droplets with his tongue. He grinned as he heard Sam's next moan reverberate through his chest and repeated it, just so he could make sure that he didn't miss any of that delicious booze.
He was already starting to feel some of the alcohol, his mind getting fuzzy, but that might also be the arousal. Gabriel shifted his angle just enough so when Sam rocked his hips up, he was grinding against Gabriel's ass. He fought down a groan and tilted his head back. "Yes, dammit."
"I think we're done with the body shots boys," the bartender said, taking the bottle away from Gabriel. "I think you need to take it back to your hotel."
"I couldn't agree more," Gabriel said, climbing off of Sam with one last grind down against him. He grabbed Sam's hand and yanked him through the crowd and towards the door. He wanted Sam, wanted him every single way he could get him and fuck if he was going to let Sam stop to think long enough that he didn't want it to happen.
"Gabriel!" Sam said with a laugh. "Slow down, slow down!"
"Not a chance," Gabriel called, grinning over his shoulder at Sam. "Come on, I've got booze in my room that I can keep licking off of you and believe me I want to."
Another low moan sounded behind him and suddenly he was being yanked back against a broad, warm chest, and a fantastically hard dick was grinding into his ass. "Fuck," he whimpered.
"Not to quote you or anything," Sam purred into Gabriel's neck, his hands slowly teasing their way down Gabriel's chest. "But yes, we are going to get there. And I am going to enjoy watching you ride me," he promised.
Gabriel moaned again, because fuck, he could feel himself leaking precome through his boxers and it was going to be awkward to start hauling serious ass with a boner. He shuddered when Sam's hand (and fuck that kid's HANDS) closed over his erection and gave a slow squeeze.
"God, yeah," Sam panted, biting down on the column of Gabriel's neck. "Fuck, going to hear you scream for me."
Gabriel was pretty sure that he had lost all possible measure of control. Pretty damn positive. But fuck if he cared. He pulled himself away from Sam and turned to look at him. "I have a comfortable bed, no roommates, and booze in my room, now come on!"
He grabbed Sam's hand and started tugging him again, taking a brief second to adjust the boner in his shorts. Fuck if anyone saw them, when they saw the eye candy that he was dragging behind him, no one was going to think anything other than he was a lucky fucking bastard.
"Go ahead and talk dirty to me," Sam said with a laugh as soon as they were in the hotel. "A room with no roommates? Sounds like heaven. How'd you score that?"
Gabriel laughed and tapped his foot impatiently as they waited for the elevator. "Bluntly? By being fucking loaded and wanting to do Cancun right."
Sam grinned and leaned down, nipping and sucking Gabriel's neck again. "I'm not sure that there is a bad way to do Cancun," he teased.