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Simon sat at the bar, swirling the drink in his hand and watching as the liquid would splash up to hit the corner of the glass. He’d been bored the whole day, so he thought he might as well sit here, drink, and maybe even bring home a girl.
‘Or maybe not a girl..’ He thought as he saw a man approaching the seat next to him. He had the most beautiful dark, reddish brown hair, looked quite like a woman to be fair, pale skin, and those gorgeous brown eyes that he couldn’t pull his own away from. The man laughed, “You’re staring. Do you like what you see?” He remarked with another soft giggle. Simon could tell the man had previously downed a similar amount of drinks than he did himself. Simon laughed, “Maybe.”
The man finally sat down in the seat next to him, tousling his hair with his hand before turning to face Simon. “You’re pretty..” He drunkenly giggled, “And what’s your name?”
He smiled, “Simon.” The man flew his hands up, waving them in the air and grinning. “Ooh.. Fancy! Simon..” He purred, Simon rolling his eyes. “And just what happens to be yours?” He said, pointing a finger to the man’s chest.
“John.”
John gasped as Simon pushed him up against the tiled wall of the bathroom, hands roaming across the smooth skin of his chest underneath his shirt. John’s hands reached up to grab Simon’s, roughly pulling them up and turning the both of them around so John was the one that had Simon pinned to the tiled wall.
John’s lips viciously attacked Simon’s neck, leaving a visual trail of bites and hickeys behind. Simon grabbed John’s hair, pulling his head back. John loudly whined, the sound echoing off the bathroom walls. Simon pulled John into a kiss, their tongues instantly and hungrily invading one another’s mouth.
John slotted his knee inbetween Simon’s, rutting up against him desperately. “So.. Simon…” John panted, his lips brushing against the other man’s as he spoke. “Why don’t we.. take this.. somewhere more.. private..” He kept moving, knowing it was dangerous for both of them at this rate. Simon lightly pushed John off, knowing the two would probably come in their pants right there. John smiled, letting his hands trail all the way up the man’s body before stopping at his chest.
“Your place, handsome?”
Simon quietly groaned at the nickname, grabbing John and urgently pushing him out of the bathroom, out of the bar, and into his car. John couldn’t stop laughing the whole time, not knowing if it was because of how eagerly Simon was going along with his plan, or just the fact he, or more the both of them, were very drunk.
Once they finally reached the door of Simon’s apartment, Simon hurriedly jammed the key into the door, missing the keyhole twice but finally managing to get inside and pull John along with him. Before John could look around or even sit down, Simon grabbed him and pushed him towards the bedroom. John chuckled, “Easy now, Simon. Don’t want to break me yet..” He cheekily grinned and winked, Simon softly laughing before shoving him onto the bed.
John’s hair fell around his face and scattered onto the sheets as he flopped down on the bed, his eyes carrying a mischievous glint under the light of the lamp next to them.
Simon soon followed, crawling ontop of him and instantly proceeding to hungrily kiss the man below him. John’s hands came up to grab onto Simon’s shoulders, a string of little gasps and hums flowing from his lips into Simon’s mouth. He could feel the man smile against his lips, who reached up to settle his fingers in his hair.
His back arched up underneath Simon as he felt the man tug on his hair, John’s stomach meeting his. He brought his leg up, pushing Simon down into him.
“Simon.”
“Yes?” He asked cheekily, grinning down at John as he pulled away.
“Hurry up, and fuck me.”
Simon laughed in response, grabbing John’s chin and tilting it up with his fingers. “Well how am I supposed to do that when we’re still fully clothed?” John was silent, rolling his eyes. He grumbled something under his breath and moved to start unbuttoning his shirt. Simon laughed again, standing up and beginning to undress himself as well. John sat up in Simon’s bed, deft fingers grabbing ahold of the zipper and freeing his already incredibly obvious erection.
Simon, now finally naked, made his way back to the half undressed John. He stopped by the nightstand next to them and grabbed a condom and a bottle of lube from the top drawer. John sighed in relief as Simon caged him in between his arms and the bed once more, legs coming to trap John’s hips.
John breathlessly looked up at Simon with desire, like the sight of him alone took the wind out of him. Simon grabbed John’s hands, making him freeze at his touch. He started to pick up where John left off and began undressing the man himself, leaving him fully exposed as well. With him completely undressed, Simon grabbed onto John’s hips. He leaned down, looking up at John once more before suddenly taking his cock into his mouth.
John’s hips bucked up off the bed and into Simon’s mouth, Simon gripping John’s hips harder and pushing them back into the bed to keep him still. “O-Oh..! Simon.. fuck..” John whined. Simon pulled off slightly before going back down onto him, increasing the speed of his movements in time with John’s moans. “Simon.. stop.. fuck, we can’t be done yet!”
Simon laughed, “Noisy one, aren’t you?”
He already felt close enough, and the feeling of his mouth on him wasn’t helping matters at all.
When Simon came back up to be ontop of him, John grabbed him by the shoulders again and pushed his body into his own. “Please.” Simon reached over for the condom next to them, taking the wrapper between his teeth and tearing it open.
Simon grabbed the condom out from its packaging, rolling it onto his erection. John’s slightly trembling legs came up to pull Simon’s hips closer to his own once more, his lack of patience now anything but subtle.
‘How can this guy stand to wait so long?!’ He asked himself, eyes darting to the man’s hand- and the bottle of lube it now contained.
Simon poured some onto his fingers, circling John’s entrance. John threw his head back onto the pillow with another loud moan as he felt the man’s fingers enter him. It seemed that just as fast as they entered they were gone, with now Simon’s length replacing them.
“Are you ready?”
He snapped back to reality upon the man’s question.
He frantically nodded, his breathing growing more shallow in excitement. Simon grabbed John’s thighs, pulling them up and slowly entering him. John gasped as he started to push inside, legs tightening around the man’s waist.
“Are you okay?” Simon softly asked, beginning to move his hips once John nodded. “Please.”
“Hm?”
“Please go faster. Harder.”
Simon smiled and obeyed. “Ahh.. fuck..” John whined. He wasn’t sure if either of them would remember this night. If this would go down in history as maybe the greatest fuck of his life, or a blurry memory of some hot guy he’d never see again. Maybe after this they’d cross paths again. Oh god, hopefully not infront of Nick! Getting caught by your past one night stand buying women’s clothing wouldn’t be a very good look for either of them, and he knew Nick would torture him relentlessly if he found out he shagged a stranger.
Like you’ve never had a one night stand in your life, oh great and powerful Nicholas.
A few more thrusts and the two of them found themselves spent, their names on each-other’s lips with loud cries shared between them both. Simon collapsed to the side of John upon discarding of the condom in the nearby trash can, breathing heavily. “Oh my god.” John sighed breathlessly, Simon turning over to face him.
“What?”
“That was fucking magical.” He panted, turning his head to look back at him. Simon smiled, “Definitely some of the best sex I’ve had in a while.”
John laughed and punched his arm, “Oh shut it. There’s no way. You’re drunk.” Simon laughed as well, “No, really. And so are you!” John rolled his eyes but didn’t push further, more than a simple ‘alright’.
John woke up with a slight ache in a room he didn’t recognize. He furrowed his brow in confusion until he looked over to his side- spotting the man from the night before.
“Ah fuck.”
Simon stirred, rising up from the sheets and rubbing his eyes. He spotted John, cheekily smirking. “So you didn’t sneak out?” He ensued, raising his eyebrow slightly. John wiped some of the eyeliner he forgot to take off from his eye, “Oh, keep it in your pants.”
“Well.. to be fair you were the one that suggested my place.”
“We were both drunk. I told you that last night.”
“Well clearly not drunk enough to forget what happened…” Simon purred, tracing a finger along John’s arm. John softly chuckled, standing up off the bed. “Apologies I can’t stay, but I’m needed with my band.” He said, gathering his garments that were strung about the room and hurriedly slipping them on. Simon sat up in the bed, bringing the blanket to his chest. “Your band? You’re starting a band?”
“Yeah. Trying to, at least.”
He wanted to press further, but he knew his girlfriend was already showing him another local band and.. he couldn’t really risk exposing the fact he just cheated on his girlfriend to fuck a man. “Good luck.”
John walked out of the room and smiled at him, “Maybe we’ll meet again someday. But for now, good luck to you too.”
John sat in the booth, his raging hangover only worsening with their chatter and the blaring laughter. He was trying as best as he could to ignore it, trying to just treat it as background noise among the already insanely noisy bar.
Somehow, despite how drunk he thought he was the night before, he couldn’t get the memory of the man out of his head. The feeling of his hands ontop of him, the man inside him- the only thing more intoxicating than the alcohol.
He slumped over in his seat, laying his head on the table to attempt to get even 5 minutes of rest before whatever guy came in with her. Nick noticed his behavior, but thinking he was just tired, he decided not to get his attention yet. “Looks like someone had a long night.” He quietly remarked to Roger with a soft chuckle. It seemed that what felt like 3 seconds, though it was more likely 10 minutes passed before the two walked in.
Nick tapped John on the shoulder, making him grumble something incoherent under his breath. He sat up, rubbing his eyes sleepily and rubbing a loose speck of eyeshadow inbetween his fingertips. John’s eyes instantly went wide, feeling his stomach drop when he saw the couple approach the table. The girl smiled upon seeing the band,
“Hi guys! Meet Simon!”
When Simon spotted the man sitting at the edge of the booth, looking up at him like he just murdered someone, his smile instantly faded. “Holy crap.” Everyone at the table, including the woman who was allegedly supposed to be his girlfriend, turned to look. “Simon, are you alright?” She asked, looking at John suspiciously.
John instantly looked away, avoiding her gaze. Simon shook himself back to life, “Y-Yeah. I’m sorry I just uh.. remembered something.” He said quietly, trying to change the subject. The rest shifted their focus to the more important things, moving past the incredibly tense moment these two ‘strangers’ just had.
He turned to the smaller man sitting next to him, innocently smiling and reaching out a hand. “You must be Nick.”
For the next hour, John was silent unless he was asked a question. It was clear that so far, the rest of the band loved Simon. His mind was racing with the thoughts of the future awkward scenarios, and he knew he would have to have a word with him before they spent the next 20 years cooped up together.
Sitting alone in his car, he was about to put the key in when he heard a knock on the passenger side window. Simon looked over, spotting John who was very clearly embarrassed and looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but there. Simon sighed, rolling down the window. “Look, John. I’m sor-“ He started, interrupted by John blurting out, “Can we talk?”
Simon raised an eyebrow before his expression softened, “Yeah. Come on in.” He invited, reaching over and pushing open the car door. John hurried inside, looking around the street to see if anybody was watching. Once he was seated, he took a deep breath and tried to compose himself.
“Last night,” Simon tensed, the memories uncomfortable for the both of them. “We got.. carried away. To say the least. And I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to run into you here.” John looked away before continuing, “All I’m asking is just, could we never speak about that again? Let’s just-“
“Do you regret it?” Simon asked, a small smile creeping upon his lips. John’s eyes widened at the unexpected question.
‘Did I regret it? The hell does he mean by that?’
Before John could even think of an answer, Simon suddenly leaned over and connected their lips in a searing kiss. John’s body was frozen, his mind exploding with thousands of different thoughts and emotions before he reached up to tangle his fingers in Simon’s hair. He melted into the kiss, letting his passion overcome rationality. He pulled away breathlessly, looking at Simon with a look that was a mix of shock and desire. His grip on Simon’s hair tightened, the strands twisting between his fingers before John yanked Simon’s head forward to forcefully bring them into another kiss.
This time it would be Simon to pull away, and John softly smiled.
“No. I don’t.”