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The bar music fills his ears as he holds his cold beer. Angela had dared him to go to a gay bar and she had bet that he’d leave with someone so in his mind this was an easy 100 bucks but a voice interrupted his thoughts.
“Excuse me, are you okay”
He turns to the voice and has to look up a bit to look at the person; tall, dark skin, long dark dreadlocks and hazel eyes and Tim now suddenly feels nervous and he clears his throat
“Y-yeah I’m fine just don’t know what to do with myself” he internally screams after he stutters. His mind temporarily remembers what he said to Miles but he pushes the thought away for now.
The taller laughs “yeah same dude, what’s your name? I’m Xavier”
There’s a pause before Tim responds back “and I’m Tim, it’s a pleasure to meet you” and they shake each other's hands and Xavier’s hands feel just as rough as his own.
“So Tim, what do you do for work?”
“Ahh… I- um, I” he stumbles over his words trying to think of a lie while already feeling the effects of the alcohol. Xavier laughs at him
“If you’re not comfortable telling me you don’t have to”
As they talk Tim finds himself losing track of time, drinking with Xavier, his eyes wander downward but he quickly adjusts his gaze when he processes where his eyes were looking then in a low whisper in his ear he hears
“you see something you like Tim~”
Tim's face flushes from pink into a bright red and he feels a strong hand wrap around his waist.
“I know a hotel nearby” he says in a low voice
“wait” and the hand relaxes “my friend… she’s outside we kinda made a bet if I leave with someone and I don’t want to give her the satisfaction of winning”
Xavier chuckles at that and turns to talk to the bartender. He then turns back to him
“We can leave out the back, your friend won’t see us like that, right?”
Tim nods in response as Xavier takes his hand and leads him out of the bar.
As soon as they enter the hotel room, hands were on each other as Xavier caught Tim’s mouth and they kissed. Tim kicks the door shut, hearing it close with a dull thud, breaking free from the kiss to lock the door. They didn’t want anyone to accidentally walk in.
Tim feels Xavier’s hand hook around his waist, and their mouths slot together so perfectly. Tim feels Xavier‘s tongue lick his lips asking for entry and Tim obliges opening his mouth, Xavier takes full control as their tongues dance in a messy way to make him moan into the other's mouth. Xavier‘s lips curl into a smile when he hears that.
They break the kiss to catch their breath, a line of saliva connects their mouths as all that can be heard is their panting, Tim’s head feels like it’s spinning. Xavier still has Tim’s body pinned against his own, he moves his hips making their erections rub against each other, making Tim moan again, louder than the one before, they fall backwards as Tim feels his head hit the locked door.
Tim grunts as soon as his head hits the cold door, Xavier takes this as an opportunity to pin him in place, Tim squirms, moaning as Xavier starts kissing his lips, then trails down to his jaw, and neck, sucking hard, leaving marks as he goes. Xavier stops at his shirt collar, admiring his work. Tim stands on his tip toes and kisses him hard, then they tumble again laughter fills the room but is replaced with moans as Tim starts to grind against Xavier, the jeans in the way as they start to attempt to remove their clothes clumsily.
They make their way towards the pristine bed, kissing each other, clothes disappointingly still on as Xavier’s strong hands push him in the middle of his chest. Tim falls backwards and lands with an “oof” onto the soft bed.
Xavier straddles him as his hands fumble as he struggles to unbutton Tim’s shirt, once he gets enough buttons undone, Tim shucks it off tossing it to the side and Xavier follows by taking off his gray t-shirt.
Tim sucks in a breath. God, he is so gorgeous with his sculpted muscles. As Tim stares at Xavier, a low chuckle comes from him.
“You like what you see here?”
“God yes!” Tim responds quickly, face a dark crimson
Xavier hums in response, swiftly removing his constrictive jeans already partially undone, and his underwear in one go, chucking them in a random direction, doing the same with Tim, his eyes never leaving, they fumble for a while before they get Tim’s jeans off, underwear still restricting his painfully hard dick.
Xavier leans over him kissing him with vigour, hands wandering and exploring Tim’s body, Tim wraps his arms tightly around Xavier’s neck who was fiddling with the waistband of the underwear before one of his hands gives an experimental, but firm pinch on one of Tim’s nipples, a high pitch whine escapes him. Tim didn’t even know he could make such a noise, his body feels like a furnace.
Xavier tugs down Tim’s underwear, his hard dick slaps his stomach, he feels the pre cum as it happens. Xavier presses his own dick against Tim’s who fully processes how big it is and instinctively thrusts up against him.
Xavier flips Tim onto his stomach, who makes a surprised noise as he does it and gives a quick squeeze of one of his cheeks, getting another whine from Tim. Xavier sticks his large fingers into Tim’s mouth who sucks and licks them until they’re coated in his saliva, he makes another high pitch noise as the fingers are removed then he feels one digit push inside him and a guttural noise comes out of his throat.Tim grips the sheets like it’s the only thing stopping him from floating away, the finger thrusts in and out, pushing against his prostate causing him to throw his head back, his back arching as Xavier works him open adding another finger scissoring him open to prepare him for the massive cock.
Once Xavier feels satisfied he removes his fingers and he leans over Tim whispering in his ear.
“Tell me if it’s too much”
Tim feels the head push past his tight ring of muscles then the rest enters him, the stretch is a dull ache but also feels incredibly good at the same time. They stay like that for a while, Tim speaks, voice hoarse
“Move. Now.”
And Xavier obliges, as he begins to move starting off slowly but he begins to pick up the pace, moans and skin slapping fills the room. Xavier grabs Tim’s hair and tugs it and then Tim sees stars as he cums all over the sheets and Xavier pulls out as Tim’s body goes limp, not wanting to hurt him.
Then Tim pushes Xavier down, still hard he positions himself over his Xavier’s overwhelmingly large cock and sinks down onto it moaning as he does, he then finds himself unable to move so Xavier grabs his pale hips thrusting Tim up and down onto his cock, thrusts becoming erratic as he is close and he cums inside of Tim, who puts his head in the crook of Xavier’s neck, his breathing is unregulated and laboured. They stay that way for a while before Xavier removes his now soft length out of Tim and he takes him into the hotel bathroom to clean him up, because Tim wasn’t all there at this point.
The Next Day
Tim walks into Mid Wilshire, Xavier had gone out of his way and found a foundation that matches his skin to cover all the hickies he had left. He then hears a voice behind him
“Tim! Where did you go last night?”
“You remember that big crowd? I left around the same time as them so you just couldn’t see me”
“Ohhhh, damn I own you 100 bucks now”
Tim laughs at her as he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Once Angela walks away he checks it seeing a number he didn’t recognise with the following message:
“Hey Tim, how are you? Sorry if I hurt you 🥺”
He stares at the message before replying back:
“I’m okay, I’ve got work now so can’t talk now”
Tim, puts the phone in his pocket and went to get changed and ready for role call.
The End