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Steve checked his phone again, bouncing his leg restlessly before waving the bartender over. It had been twenty minutes since he’d told his date that he was here. He’d taken a shot when he first sat at the bar to calm his nerves, then a second ten minutes later when the guy hadn’t responded.
Now he downed his third shot, wincing as the alcohol burned down his throat and settled in his belly. Some part of him knew that he needed to pace himself, that three shots in less than thirty minutes was a recipe for disaster if his date did in fact show up. Steve debated sending him another message, even going as far as opening the app, but then he closed his phone and slammed it on the bar top.
A guy further down the bar glanced over at him with raised brows before turning back to his beer. Steve felt his face flush, the alcohol already starting to go to his head. When the bartender came back over toward his side of the bar, he ordered himself a beer. His gaze darted between his phone and the door, hoping desperately for his screen to either light up with a message or his date to appear in the flesh.
Another half hour passed. Steve downed his beer, ordering another and another shot.
He was beyond tipsy at this point, his vision blurring as he read through their messages from either today, obsessing over whether he had given this guy a weird vibe and therefore scared him off. It didn’t seem like anything was off about their conversation, but clearly something had gone wrong since it was becoming more and more clear that Steve had been stood up.
His face flushed hot, embarrassment and disappointment warring within him and making his stomach churn. Or it could have been the liquor and beer, he wasn’t really sure at this point.
Steve took a long gulp from his beer, sighing long out of his nose when he set it back on the bar top. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the guy a few seats down look over at him again, his gaze lingering on the side of Steve’s face and making him flush.
He was making a fool of himself, drinking too much too fast, but now he was stuck here for the next several hours because he clearly couldn’t drive home and he didn't want to call for an uber and leave his car at the bar and his date. Still. Hadn’t. Messaged. Him.
Mid-spiral, the stranger got up, moving to a closer stool to Steve, leaving only one as a buffer between them. He turned his body toward Steve’s, smiling tentatively at him.
“Rough day?” he asked, nodding toward the veritable graveyard of glasses in front of Steve. He felt his face heat, his cheeks no doubt growing more red.
“You could say that,” Steve mumbled, forcing himself to lock eyes with him. His heart stuttered in his chest, positively mesmerized by how large this guy’s eyes are, how he immediately wants to sink into their dark brown depths and lose himself there. Shaking himself mentally, Steve clears his throat before saying, “I’m Steve by the way.”
“Eddie,” the man says, extending his hand. Steve takes it, his palm feeling clammy against Eddie’s warm one. His smile lit Steve up from within, the way his whole face seemed to transform with it, and he could barely process when Eddie added, “You want to talk about it? I’m happy to listen.”
Steve squeezed Eddie’s hand, then pulled it away quickly when he realized that he was still holding it. Eddie just smiled at him slyly, tilting his head as he watched Steve. Blinking hard, Steve forced himself to focus back on Eddie, to try and remember what he just asked him. After a long moment, the words registered and Steve sighed softly.
“It’s not a big deal,” he said, speaking slowly to try and not slur his words too much. “Just got stood up on a date.”
He shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, but Eddie’s face scrunched up sympathetically.
“That fucking sucks,” he said plainly, and Steve found himself nodding in agreement. “Can I buy you a drink? Commiserate together?”
Steve shook his head, huffing a quiet laugh and gesturing toward the stack of glasses. “I think I’m cut off.”
Eddie nodded, looking thoughtfully at Steve for a moment before a sly smile spread from the corner of his mouth. “Want me to get drunk with you?”
His head was nodding before the words had even fully left Eddie’s mouth, a matching smile splitting his face in two. He chuckled as Eddie enthusiastically flagged down the bartender.
Forty-five minutes later, Eddie was equally as drunk as Steve, and they had migrated to a booth in the corner. Sipping his final beer, Steve nearly snorted it out of his nose when Eddie made him laugh. He put the glass down on the table and grabbed Eddie’s shoulder, their bodies pressing close as they giggled.
Eddie settled his hand over Steve’s thigh, his hand burning through Steve’s jeans and instantly making the blood rush to his dick. His laughter dissolved in his throat, the tension crackling between them as they locked eyes. Eddie’s eyes flickered down to Steve’s lips for a half second before flitting back to maintain eye contact, but Steve tracked the movement like his life depended on it.
Maybe his life really did depend on it because suddenly Steve thought he was going to die, actually drop to the floor dead , if he didn’t kiss Eddie.
He stared at Eddie’s lips, at the indentations where he clearly chewed on his lower lip frequently, the mildly chapped nature not doing anything to quell Steve’s desire to plant his own mouth against his. Steve’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, his mouth suddenly feeling dry as he imagined pulling Eddie close, threading his fingers into his long curls, and crashing their lips together.
Eddie sucked in a deep breath and Steve drew his gaze away from Eddie’s mouth reluctantly. They stared at one another, Steve hardly daring to breathe, unable to focus on anything except the endless depth to Eddie’s eyes drawing him in like a magnet, on the hand still pressed firmly to his thigh as if cemented there for eternity.
“There’s a gender neutral bathroom here. Single stall.”
Eddie’s voice came out rough, his words stumbling over one another in his haste to get them out, and Steve’s breath hitched as he nodded wildly. They sat as if frozen for a long second before they both scrambled out of the booth, tripping over their own feet and one another. Arousal and intoxication made Steve’s movements clumsy as he followed Eddie down the short hall.
Eddie glanced around for a second before he practically pushed Steve through the door, sneaking in behind him and locking the door with a definitive click . He barely managed to turn himself around when Steve threw himself at him, pressing Eddie back into the door as he gracelessly smashed their lips together.
Messy and unrefined, Steve slid his lips over Eddie’s, tugging him closer by the belt loops as he ground his hips against him needily. Eddie moaned into his mouth, his tongue caressing Steve’s in a way that made his knees go weak. Steve’s head was spinning, overwhelmed by the feel, the smell, the taste of Eddie.
Eddie’s hands slipped down his back until he was grasping at Steve’s ass, encouraging him to grind their hips together as they made out. His fingers dug into the meat of his flesh, and Steve moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the small space.
“Quiet,” Eddie slurred, giggling as he trailed his lips over Steve’s neck, his breath hot against Steve’s skin.
Steve didn’t think he was capable of staying quiet, not when Eddie was nibbling at his pulse point, and he pressed his lips together hard in an attempt to muffle his desperate noises. He trembled as Eddie sucked at his neck, his cock throbbing in his jeans as Eddie mouthed at his most sensitive spots.
Slipping a hand to the front of Eddie’s jeans, Steve squeezed Eddie’s bulge, gasping as he felt the thick length against his hand. Suddenly knowing exactly how he could stay quiet, Steve dropped to his knees, fumbling with Eddie’s belt buckle.
With shaking hands, Eddie assisted Steve in pulling his belt open, and Steve wrestled his jeans open until he could pull Eddie’s cock out from his boxers. It seemed even bigger up close and personal, and Steve’s mouth watered as he wrapped his hand around the girthy length. Sticking his tongue out, Steve licked a long line up the underside of his cock.
Eddie immediately fisted a hand in his hair, biting at his fist to keep from crying out as Steve began to suck his cock. Looking up at Eddie, Steve kept his eyes fixed on Eddie’s face as he suckled at the head, his tongue swirling around the tip and collecting the precum there. Moaning softly around him, Steve bobbed his head, taking Eddie deeper each time he dipped his head forward.
The only sounds in the bathroom were Eddie’s labored breaths and the wet noises from Steve’s mouth, though the occasional muffled moan from either of them escaped and heighted Steve’s arousal. He could faintly hear the activity of the bar outside, and each time footsteps sounded outside the door, Steve had to forcibly hold back a whimper by digging the nails of his free hand into his palm.
Eddie’s hand in his hair tightened, and he hissed out a feeble, “‘M close.”
Steve redoubled his efforts, running his tongue firmly over Eddie’s dick as he bobbed his head. He could feel Eddie pulsing in his mouth, and knew he was right on the precipice when someone knocked at the door.
“Occupied!” Eddie yelped, the word coming out a bit jumbled as his mouth fell open on a silent scream immediately after, his hips twitching as he flooded Steve’s mouth with his cum. Steve breathed hard through his nose as he swallowed it all, palming himself over his jeans.
He was swirling his tongue around the tip again, as if trying to coax more out of Eddie, when he was hauled to his feet. Eddie’s lips crashed into his roughly, his tongue plundering Steve’s mouth as if he needed to taste himself on Steve’s tongue. In one swift motion, Eddie spun them so Steve was pressed into the door, both of them stumbling a bit from the motion.
Eddie dropped to his knees so hard that Steve could hear the impact of the bone against tile, though Eddie didn’t wince or make any indication that he felt any pain–Steve guessed Eddie was too drunk on Steve and alcohol to feel much of anything besides pleasure.
As Eddie undid Steve’s belt and jeans, Steve let his head fall back against the door as he slurred, “Not gonna last long.”
“Don’t care,” Eddie said, his voice rough, before he swallowed Steve down to the hilt.
Steve couldn’t stop the groan that ripped from his throat, the sound reverberating through the bathroom as his hips jutted forward into Eddie. His head thudded back against the bathroom door, his eyes rolling as Eddie held him in his throat, swallowing around him. He moaned softly around Steve’s cock, and that was it.
Steve whined, his hand pressed against his mouth to muffle the sound as he came, his hips twitching as Eddie swallowed around him. He was breathing hard, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, as Eddie slowly rose from the floor, holding onto Steve in order to not fall over.
They fell against one another, leaning against the door and clutching one another tightly. Steve started to laugh, softly at first but then louder, and Eddie joined him as he pressed his forehead into Steve’s. Their lips danced across one another’s between the giggles, affectionate and playful.
Sighing softly, Steve stared at Eddie as if trying to memorize every detail of his face. He traced over his sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead, his doe-like eyes, the almost imperceptible smattering of freckles across his nose, the smile lines near his mouth that Steve wanted to kiss. He brushed his lips against Eddie’s again before sighing again.
“Come home with me,” Eddie said suddenly, his smile earnest and sweet.
Steve found himself smiling widely, a crease drawing over his forehead when he remembered his car. He told Eddie this, but he shook his head easily.
“I’m cool with the bartenders, they won’t care if you leave your car here. My apartment’s only a ten minute walk.”
Steve mulled it over for a minute before nodding in agreement. Eddie’s grin made his decision entirely worthwhile–the safety of his car be damned if he could just get Eddie to glow like this. He was about to turn and walk out of the bathroom when Eddie stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.
“You forgot something,” he laughed.
Eddie tucked Steve back into his jeans, fastening him up before doing the same to himself. Steve felt his face flush a dark red, but Eddie cupped his cheeks in his warm hands before kissing him again.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured against Steve’s lips, “They won’t be on long once we get home.”