Connor bowed slightly and turned to Gently. “Do you remember that time you couldn’t get your remote to work properly?”
“Yea,” Gently said slowly. “I had to go get batteries three times. Don’t know what was wrong with it.”
“The batteries wouldn’t work?” Luc asked.
“It worked, but every time I changed the channel it bounced right back to the previous channel. What?” he asked, a suspicious look on his face as Aydin and Connor cracked up.
“And you never thought about the date?” Aydin asked.
Gently just shook his head, mouth falling open when Connor sniggered, “It was April first.”
“No.”
Aydin grinned. “Paulo borrowed our remote and hid it under a cushion. Every time you changed the channel, he changed it back.”
Luc gasped, bringing his fingers to his lips.
Gently struggled for a moment and then burst out laughing. “That’s brilliant,” he spluttered. “I had no idea.”
Aydin was still grinning when his phone buzzed again and he frowned at the next text.
“What’s wrong?” Luc asked, peering at the text from where he was still tucked under Aydin’s arm.
“Hmm? Oh, Ben’s asked me to meet him at a bar tomorrow. Sherbet.”
All three men looked at him, shocked.
“Sherbet? But that’s your favorite hook-up bar,” Connor pointed out.
“Well, not recently,” Aydin defended.
They looked at each other bemused.
What was Ben up to?
-X
Eight-thirty the following evening, Aydin reached the club but couldn’t see Ben. Heading to the bar and waiting for the busy staff to make their way to him.
“Shot. Tequila. Thanks,” Aydin ordered, his mood uncertain.
A large body invaded his personal space from behind. Pushing against his hip. “Make that two. Keep the change.”
Aydin turned as Ben squeezed in beside him. “I hope you don’t mind me buying you a drink?” Ben asked.
“Um. No?” Aydin had to wonder why Ben was leering at him quite so blatantly. He flushed as Ben’s eyes took a lazy journey up and down his body, pausing for too long to be polite on his package, before gliding back up to his eyes.
“I’m Ben.” Ben said, with a cocky grin.
Oh. OH!
“Aydin. Pleased to meet you,” Aydin’s heart thudded as Ben’s eyes lit up.
“Aydin? That is one gorgeous accent you’ve got there.”
“Thank you.”
“Goes with the gorgeous body,” Ben licked his lips.
Aydin smirked as their shots were placed in front of them.
Oh, yes. This was FUN.
Eyes linked they both knocked back their shot and then Aydin coughed once, while Ben thumped his chest and wheezed.
“Whoa.”
“That’s nasty,” Ben stated bluntly. Leaning in when Aydin just nodded acknowledgement. Speaking low in Aydin’s ear, his stubble just grazing his cheek. “Is nasty what you’re looking for tonight? Nasty and a little bit rough?”
Aydin gasped as he went as hard as a rock. Pulling back to look into Ben’s amused eyes. Shit, he was good at this.
Interested to see how far Ben was going to take this, he nodded slightly.
Ben shrugged and took a half step back. Looking down and seeing Aydin’s obvious arousal. Giving a rueful half laugh, as he wasn’t much better.
Then he stepped back further and held a hand out. Nodding his head briefly in the direction of the back rooms.
Pressing his lips together, but unable to totally hide the grin, Aydin took his hand and was tugged from the stool and towards the back of the room.
Was Ben really, really gonna fool about in one of the back rooms?
Seems he was, as they glanced down the first corridor and saw a green light half way down.
Ben opened the door and stood aside to let Aydin pass. Quickly pulling the door closed and locking it to activate the red light, he then walked around Aydin and into the room.
Aydin thought he must have investigated one of the rooms earlier, as he took in the loo, sink, mirror, chair, sturdy table and numerous information posters, condoms and wipes, without comment.
He placed his wallet, phone, and keys on the shelf above the sink. Pressed against himself briefly. Then, holding Aydin’s eyes with a challenging look, he pulled two packets of lube and a condom out of his back pocket and threw them on the table.
Aydin watched the packets land, his eyes flying back to Ben’s.
“Yes?” Ben asked, raising an eyebrow.
Aydin bit his lip and nodded. “Yes,” he managed in an embarrassingly quivery voice. He had NEVER been so turned on.
Ben just made a motion that Aydin translated into strip, and feeling ridiculously shy he pulled his top off, toed off his sneakers and fumbled with his jeans.
“Jesus,” his fingers didn’t want to work.
Ben pushed up from where he had been leaning, just watching and pressing hand to his erection. “Here,” he said and pushed Aydin’s hands aside, pulling his zip down carefully.
“Sorry, I’m nervous.”
Ben smiled, either at that statement, or the fact he had just discovered Aydin was going commando.
One hand slipping in to stroke a moaning Aydin. The other cupping his face. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassured and kissed him.
The words were reassuring, but the kiss was harsh and demanding, and Aydin nearly went off, on the spot. Whimpering when Ben pulled back. “I knew that tequila would taste better on your lips.” Ben said, then yanked Aydin’s jeans over his hips.
Then he turned and picked up a lube packet. “Here,” pointing at the table.
Aydin pulled his jeans off the rest of the way, quickly followed by his socks, and naked, walked the few steps to the table.
Shuddering from head to foot when Ben pushed him down over it and nudged his legs apart.
“Hmmmm. Nice,” Was Ben’s only comment as he ran a hand over Aydin’s butt, before ripping open the packet and starting to open him up.
Aydin moaned again, spread wantonly over the table, holding on for dear life as Ben quickly prepped him. Ben was still fully dressed.
Then Aydin heard a zip and Ben’s hand reached for the condom, and next the final lube packet.
The excess was pushed into his hole, and then he felt Ben push against him. He hadn’t done more than ruck his T-shirt up and shove his jeans down to his thighs. Christ, he was going to be covered in lube.
Then Ben leaned over him and trailed a hand up and down his spine, following it with kisses. “Very nice indeed,” he mumbled as he pushed inside.
“Hmmmpppffffhhhhh,” Aydin was not capable of actual words. He grunted and then gasped as Ben bottomed out. The burn was almost too much, it was so fast. But then Ben’s hand went back up his spine and gripped the back of his neck and Aydin was lost.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, please,” he begged and then cried out as Ben obliged.
His feet scrambled a bit, but Ben had one hand on his hip and the table was strong.
Soon Aydin was limp and letting out grunty sobs. Ben’s hand still gripping the back of his neck as he used Aydin hard. Cumming in several punishing thrusts that made Aydin cry out.
It was a good job these rooms were soundproofed.
Then Ben pinned Aydin with his weight, as he reached around and gave his desperate cock several strokes.
Aydin shook, begged, flailed and came on a gasp, when Ben’s hand was replaced by his teeth on the back of his neck.
He was used up. Limp. Unable to help as Ben half rolled him from the table and onto a blanket. Stroking his hair, and body as he shook, sobbed and finally calmed.