Aydin had an early flight, so it was goodbye for now. But he had no doubt he would see Tod again.
-X
“Penny for them,” Aydin jumped and blinked, not realizing Connor was so close. “Sorry, didn’t mean to make you jump.”
“I was thinking about my trip,” Aydin admitted. “Seems ages ago now.”
Connor studied him, eyes narrowed. “You know what? You’ve hardly had a night off since you got back. You should take tonight.”
Aydin was about to automatically protest, but actually. “Really?”
Connor grinned, slightly lifting the mop etc he had in his hands. “Keep an eye while I do the bathrooms, and then I’ll spring you.”
Excited, Aydin held the bar flip for Connor and thought about where he could go. Although probably it was obvious.
He would go home, make himself look awesome and hit his favourite club. It was far too long since he had seen any action.
Actual people arrived, and he made coffee, sliced cake and then went back to strength testing the bar with his body weight.
Half an hour later Connor came back. “Off you go then. Luc will be here at five. I can cope until then.”
“You sure?”
“Scoot. You gonna head to Sherbet?”
“Yea,” Aydin shrugged. “I think that’s what I need. Unless you stop being selfish and let me borrow Luc.”
Connor didn’t rise to it, merely smirking. “Be good, watch your drink, use protection, and text me when you get home. Be it your home or someone else’s.”
“Yes, Dad.”
“If it’s someone else’s text me the address as well.”
Aydin rolled his eyes. “Hook-ups at Sherbet tend to stay there. That’s kinda the point.”
“Not if you meet the one!” Connor added jazz hands to ‘the one’ and made Aydin snort.
“Sure, coz that’s happening,” he said and made to leave.
“Aydin.”
Aydin paused. “Yes, I’ll check in.” He gave in and gave Connor a quick hug. “Thanks, Con.”
“See you tomorrow.”
A few hours later, Aydin was stood at the bar in Sherbet, eyeing the talent and sipping a light beer.
Sherbet had a reputation, but a good one. If you just wanted to let off steam then you could pretty much guarantee someone would be up for it.
The club boasted twenty (count them), yes twenty individual, gender neutral, fully accessible bathrooms along two corridors.
As bathrooms should be, they were always pristine, loo, sink, shelf, paper towels etc. But they also had lube, condoms, blankets, extra grip bars, and a sturdy table. Plus a red / green light system in the corridor outside, so you knew if they were occupied or not.
Oh, and they were soundproofed.
So if you wanted more than snogging in the corner, you could take it somewhere private and do the dirty in safety and relative comfort.
Sherbet was often known as hook-up central.
Even as Aydin thought what a godsend this place was, he was approached by a Mr tall, dark, and fucking gorgeous.
He had ‘dom’ stamped all over him, but Aydin smiled as he approached to make it clear that was not a problem at all.
“Hey.”
“Hi there, how’s your evening going?”
“Wow, shit, where you from?”
“Ireland.”
“Cool,” the guy placed his bud on the bar, pulled out his phone and looked Aydin right in the eye. “Listen, I’m looking for something light-hearted. Would you be interested?”
“I could be very interested. What did you have in mind?”
Dark eyes roamed up and down Aydin. If you were sensible you took your time to look in Sherbet. The lighting was a little dim, and it was important to know that people looked clean.
When the man leaned closer to Aydin, he could still smell the shower on him. That was also a good sign.
“I think you would look beautiful on your knees,” the man told him.
Aydin smirked. “What’s in it for me?”
“My cock,” the man said and then laughed, Aydin joining in. “Nah, I’ll see you good,” he promised and made a jerking off motion with his hand.
“Sounds like exactly what I was looking for,” Aydin agreed.
After introducing themselves, comparing tests results on their phones (which was considered good manners), and Aydin making clear he wouldn’t swallow on first acquaintance so needed a heads up. They walked, making small talk, towards the back corridors.
All ten rooms were red lit on their first try (Jesus, it wasn’t even 8.30pm yet!) but on checking the second corridor, there were a few free rooms.
They went in and both took off their jackets.
“Can I kiss you?” Devon (that was so not his real name) asked.
“I’d like that,” Aydin said and found himself drawn in. Aydin considered himself vers, but truth be told, he mostly went for bigger guys who could handle him a little.
Happy that he could taste a hint of minty fresh under the beer, Aydin pulled back from the kiss. Smiled his approval, and then gave Devon a smouldering look through his lashes as he sank slowly to his knees.
With Devon’s growly encouragement he released a rather lovely, if big, cock.
“I’ll need to stay in control and use my hand as well,” Aydin admitted. He wasn’t into being choked or deep throated.
“No problem. Can I just hold your hair?”
“Of course,” Aydin agreed and got to work.
This wasn’t a BDSM club. It was a pretty normal bar, just with a few extra facilities. Aydin hummed and swirled his tongue. Twirling his hand at the base of Devon’s cock, and lick/sucking him as deep as he could.
From the groans and murmured encouragement, he was doing just fine.
Aydin was thinking that he should have grabbed a blanket to kneel on, when Devon’s legs started to tremble and he moaned, “Cumming now.”
Aydin concentrated on keeping his breathing steady and ‘shutting’ his throat as four hot jets were propelled into his mouth.
Devon’s hands stroked his hair as he pulled out. Aydin catching a bit of spill on his hand.
“Here,” Devon quickly grabbed a box of tissues from next to the sink and handed them over. Aydin quickly spitting into them.
“Thanks.”
Aydin smiled again when Devon, after quickly wiping himself down and tucking away, brought some wipes over.
“Ah, that’s great, cheers.”
Devon chuckled, “Cheers! Ha, you’re welcome.”
Aydin laughed as well, and grabbed Devon’s hand to be hauled up. Moving to the sink and washing up properly. Thanking Devon again when he filled a plastic cup with water for him to rinse his mouth.
“Do you ever do actual domination, like in kink clubs?”
“I do yea. Why, were you getting the vibe? That’s not what I’m looking for tonight.”
“Ha!” Aydin dried off with a towel. “I was just thinking that the subs you work with must love you. Very considerate.”
“My Mama raised me to be a gentleman,” Devon drawled making Aydin laugh. “Here, let’s get you more comfortable.”
Aydin leaned on the sink as Devon gently pulled down his zipper and pushed his jeans and underwear down.
“Hmmm, you ever thought of subbing?” he asked as he stroked Aydin’s cock.
Aydin was gripping the sink with his eyes closed. “Let-me-think-about-that-for-a-minute-no.” he said fast and Devon cracked up. “You got really nice hands,” Aydin added, feeling mellow.
He felt Devon’s other hand cup his face. “Can I kiss you again?”
Aydin smiled his yes and sank into the kiss. His cumming groan captured by Devon as he spilled over his hand, and quite possibly over his jeans.
Finally the kiss ended and they looked jointly down at the mess. Which wasn’t as bad Aydin had feared.