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“Let’s go out!”
“Wha- Do you think that’s a good idea?” Dennis looked at his best friend Trinity like she had just suggested jumping off the comfortable apartment balcony where they were watching the sunset behind the skyline of Pittsburgh.
“Aw, don’t fail me now, Huckleberry. Come on, I won't keep you out late. We’ll just get tipsy enough to get rid of the first day jitters.” Trinity remarked
Dennis and Trinity started their first day at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center the next morning, and both of them had been nervously pacing around their shared apartment the entire day. They hadn’t been roommates long, but had been close ever since Dennis’s first year at medical school. He was very aware of Trinity’s partying habits and did not particularly partake unless she physically dragged him out of his room.
“You know I don’t really handle going out that well. I don’t want to be any more sick in the morning than I’m already feeling right now.” Dennis replied with a slight quiver in his voice. Trinity knew how uptight Dennis was feeling about his last rotation before graduating from med school. While she didn’t share that same fear, she felt sympathetic and eager to help him take some of the weight off his shoulders. She hated how on edge he always was about being perfect and not making any mistakes that would land him back home in Nebraska. He nearly admitted himself to the hospital the day he found out he lost his financial aid for his campus housing, convinced he was going to die because of how badly he failed his parents. That night, after helping him move his very few things into her apartment, she convinced him to go out to her favorite bar to let loose. He got so drunk that he ended up on the lap of a man who looked about 30 years older than him and spent the following day curled up in the shower in the dark.
“Look,” Trinity said with a defeated sigh. “I know you're nervous about this, but there's nothing to worry about, plus you owe me a night out. You are staying in my apartment rent-free after all. I promise I won’t let you get too drunk, and we’ll leave before it gets too late.”
Dennis was weak to the slight pressure Trinity had just placed on him after the remark about living in her apartment, so he agreed with a frown and shook his head. “Please just don’t make me dance with anyone.”
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Oakland was alive and buzzing with lively college students even on a Thursday evening as Trinity and Dennis marched their way to Trinity’s favorite spot, and notorious gay bar, “The Blue Light”. Regardless of how Dennis was feeling he could admit he always had a good time there. He felt safe to be himself when the rest of the time he stayed almost completely guarded and reserved. It was a considerable walk from their apartment, but a safe distance from campus, which Dennis liked because he was less likely to run into classmates that way. Dennis was very much still closeted, and the only person who knew was his roommate and best friend. While it wasn’t ideal the way she found out, having to peel him off another man at this very bar, he knew if he could tell one person, it would be her. As a queer person herself, she said she could “practically see it dripping off him,” but never forced him to say anything. Either way, he’s just happy he has someone who cares for him and truly knows him. After all, he wasn’t used to that.
“Why so quiet, Huckleberry?” Trinity quipped.
Being pulled from his thoughts, Dennis replied, “Oh uh, just thinking about tomorrow, you know, nerves and all.”
“Well, knock it off, your nerves are totally going to zap the fun right out of this place. It’s gonna be like Wii bowling, where everyone stares at you when you walk in.” Trinity deadpanned.
Dennis only half noticed she was trying to lighten his mood with her sarcastic quip. “Is it that noticeable? God, I feel more nervous than the day my Professor had us watch a live Thrombectomy!”
“Wait woah, why the hell didn’t I get to do that? That sounds awesome! Ugh, anyway, not the point. Why are you so nervous about this anyway? You’ve done like a million rotations, and this is your last one. You should feel, I don’t know, a little relief maybe?” Trinity looked at him with curious eyes.
“I just… I think it’s because there are a lot of really good doctors at PTMC, and I really want to do my residency there and all. I want to make a good impression.” Dennis was shocked at his own vulnerability but felt reassured by Trinity’s gentle hand on his shoulder.
“You’re gonna do great, Dennis.” She sounded very sincere; almost too sincere for Trinity Santos. “That country twang and southern hospitality will have them swooning for you in no time!” Trinity dramatically pretended to swoon while laughing at her own joke.
“How many times have I told you I don’t have an accent and I’m from Nebraska, not the South!” Dennis playfully swatted at her, only relishing in her reassurance for a little bit before they reached the entrance of the bar.
The bar was already filled with people dancing to the high-energy techno mix the DJ was blasting through the speakers. The air was hot and stuffy as the pair made their way to the bar to order what Dennis would hope was their only drinks of the night.
“Can we get two tequila shots with lime, please?” Trinity asked, practically flirting with the female bartender.
“Jesus, starting off strong, I see,” Dennis muttered. To avoid being pulled to the dance floor, Dennis took a seat at one of the few open stools left. He just barely noticed the guy sitting next to him nursing a beer. He caught a glimpse of his side profile and took note of the man's tall frame and dark beard. The bartender returned with the two shots as well as the lime chasers and set them down in front of him. Dennis looked at Trinity with pleading eyes because he knew full well how many times he’s told her he hates doing shots.
“Just one and then you can order whatever fruity little drink you want, Huckleberry. On me.” Trinity spat out after quickly downing her own shot. Dennis weakly took his shot with a sour look on his face, which Trinity found hilarious. “Good boy!” she teased as she ruffled his hair. Dennis could feel his ears go hot from both the remark from Trinity and the overwhelmingly strong tequila. It might’ve been a placebo effect, but he could already feel a slight buzz take over his senses.
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Only about an hour had passed, and Dennis had already consumed a green tea shot, which Trinity forced into his hand, claiming it was from the bartender she had been flirting with earlier, and a margarita that he ordered against his better judgment. He had somehow sauntered onto the dance floor all on his lonesome and now found himself awkwardly throwing his arms in the air at his best attempt to dance. Trinity made her usual quips about how bad a dancer he was, but Dennis was too buzzed to care. “I’m going to the bathroom!” Dennis shouted out to Trinity hoping it was loud enough for her to hear over the obnoxiously loud Killers song playing.
“Ok! If you’re not back in 5 though I’m coming after you. We need to get your drunk ass back home.” Trinity screamed back.
“I’m not drunk! Just letting loose, just like you asked me. Just following doctors' orders!” Dennis replied with a very (not) drunk smile on his face. Trinity laughed and then shooed him off, likely so she could continue her impromptu dry humping with her newfound dance partner.
Dennis stumbled his way through the very lively crowd on his trek to the men's restroom. Just about to his destination, Dennis slipped ever so slightly on a mysterious liquid on the floor and went crashing into the wall. The wall was very warm and smelled like disinfectant and musk. He felt strong arms wrap around his waist, and confusion clouded his brain.
“Woah! Hey there, are you ok?” The deep voice was filled with genuine concern and surprise.
Dennis looked up and saw the man he had sat next to at the bar earlier. Tall, Dark beard with a few grays that he could now see, and very, very hot. “Woah.” was the only thing he could manage to get out before he felt his already hot cheeks warm up even more.
“Like what you see, kid?” The tall man squeezed his waist just slightly. It was then that Dennis realized he was still holding his waist. Dennis didn’t know what came over him, but he pulled the considerably older and taller man down to meet his lips. Still feeling confident, he completely bypassed the man's lips and nipped at his neck just under the ear. He felt the man groan into his hair; the height difference was becoming more apparent now, and it made Dennis feel a little dizzy.
“Come here,” the man grunted out. It was the only warning Dennis got before being pushed up against the wall and completely covered by the man who now had his own turn sucking at Dennis’s neck. Dennis had hardly even noticed just how loud he was whimpering until the man put his hand up to Dennis’s mouth and whispered a very soft “shhh” into his ear.
“You’re so loud for me, pretty boy. I like that, but maybe not here.” Dennis flushed at the man's words and almost instantly sobered up at the realization that this man wanted to take him home. He had been with a few guys here and there but had never really had a hookup before. The man’s presence was all-consuming and filled every one of Dennis’s senses to the point he seriously considered letting this man take him home. He responded only with a very passionate kiss, which was answered immediately with another loud groan from the man who was currently holding him. Dennis could taste the beer he had seen him nursing earlier. He never typically liked the drink, but now it might be his new favorite. He slipped his tongue into Dennis’s mouth, and he didn’t even fight it. This was the best kiss Dennis had ever had in his life.
So lost in the moment, he didn’t even hear Trinity screaming his name until she was practically screaming in both his and the man's ear. “Have you seen my friend? He’s like tiny and has really sad eyes!” Trinity screamed. The two pulled away from each other to look at Trinity. “Oh my god! Huckleberry, I’ve been looking everywhere for you, and you’ve been eating this guy's face the whole time!” She screeched. Dennis blushed and attempted to clear his throat. “You’ve certainly got a type.” Trinity winked, looking the man up and down. “Now, seriously, let's go; it's getting late.” Trinity attempted to pull Dennis away, but was met with resistance as the man pulled Dennis’s ear to his lips.
“See you around, pretty boy.” He whispered into Dennis’s ear. He nearly finished right then and there. He could feel his bulge pulsing with need as a result of the hottest make out sesh he had ever had in his life. The man let him go and gave Trinity a polite wave as the two fled the bar.
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Back at their apartment, Trinity enquired incessantly about what the fuck happened between him and his “silver fox”, but Dennis was too overwhelmed to even begin to form a full sentence encapsulating the experience. Chalking it up to his level of inebriation, she dropped the issue and helped him into his room so he could begin sobering up. She left a glass of water and some medicine to help him in the morning, almost to make up for the fact that she dragged him out anyway.
Dennis dragged himself into his shower, blood still rushing from his encounter with the man at the bar. He desperately needed to cool himself down and snap out of it. He’s never been this hung up on a guy before, and he wanted to know what kind of spell his mystery man had put him under. As the cold water hit his back, he felt almost no relief. The areas the man explored still felt hot. Dennis’s dick was still hard and began to ache more painfully as he replayed the night's events in his head. He couldn’t help but give himself a few lazy strokes that elicited such a noise he worried Trinity might come check up on him. As he continued to stroke himself with increasing speed, he thought about the man's beady eyes, his sultry voice in his ear, and that devilish smirk that made Dennis’s knees feel weak. He finished to the memory of being completely covered while the two men indulged in each other. He had felt so safe and wanted in the man's arms, unlike any of the guys he had been with before.