Content Warning: Sexual Content (Explicit)
How common was sex in bars?
Apparently, it was a common occurrence. West came to that conclusion when Neil led him through another door at the end of the lengthy bathroom, unlocking it with a golden key stashed in his pocket. His rival was no stranger to this place most likely having come here after many performances before even if they were still high school students. West wondered if anybody could come in here or if the band received special treatment here as well.
The two crossed into an empty, wide room, and the blond was appalled to find himself in another pub. It was a bar attached to another bar. This one was much smaller than the first and lit by a red tint. The right side of the room had a counter and rows on top of rows of beverages. In the center were red couches that belonged in a royal palace, their arms flared into spirals. There was a pool table, a bowling alley on the left, and a random platform adjacent to the opposite side of the entrance.
It was like a prince's private chambers.
"This room's only for the performers after a show," Neil spoke as he walked behind the counter grabbing a couple of cups. "Whenever they want to wind down an' relax an' not get hounded by the masses out there."
"Oh, okay," West scratched at the back of his neck, a small grin forming on his lips. "For some reason, I thought you owned it."
An amused laugh lit up the noirette's face as started pouring drink after drink into the two cups. "Well, you guessed right, Flower Boy, because I do."
"R-Really!?" the blond balked.
"Got it fixed up for me by some good friends. The Mug…" Neil blew out a breath, "it's like comin' back home for me. Like a place where the rest of th' world doesn't matter."
West felt that. A warm glow in his stomach. "Your safe space?"
He received a devious smirk.
"Oh, trust me, Flo. Nothin' safe happens in here."
The aforementioned warm feeling went hot, making the blond go beet red. Neil chuckled as he continued fixing their drinks and West watched him as he did. It was when one of the cups was placed in front of him that he became uncertain.
"Oh, I don't, uh, drink," West leaned back.
Neil jumped onto the counter to hop back down on the other side and slapped West's back, smiling mischievously. "Looks like I found another thing to deflower. Come on, Flo. Pop that cherry while we're here. Just a few sips."
West blushed again.
He had a few beers during parties and a couple of taste tests here and there, but he always avoided the stronger drinks. Normally, he was resistant to peer pressure, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to indulge just a bit.
"Um… okay. Just a few. I have to drive home, you know," he took it and locked eyes with his ex-Wildwood rival, whose grin got bigger as he inclined toward West's ear.
"Trust me, man. It's gonna feel a whole lot better when I get my hands on ya."
West shivered as they clinked glasses and took their first gulp.
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West had no idea where it all began.
One minute they were drinking. Things started getting fuzzy almost immediately. The two supposed adversaries spoke about whatever.
"Honestly, I don't know what I'm gonna do in college. My dad wants me to get a basketball scholarship, but I've grown attached to this camera o' mine, you know?" West explained as he poked at said object hanging from his neck. "It's one thing of mine that finally feels like it's… mine. Like, my own thing."
Neil nodded. "Yeah. It's th' same way for me with th' band an' all."
West noted how thicker the noirette's accent became. How deep his voice was getting. Soon, they were laughing up a storm.
"I-I swear! Heh! He gets… ha! He gets pissed over the smallest things sometimes!" the blond slurred as he giggled hysterically, Neil chuckling next to him. "If he… If he finds out about this? His entire head will just… pop."
"Just one big blood vessel ready to blow up," Neil added in.
The idea of Kaspar's head reddening until it exploded like a water balloon should have horrified West, but it only tickled him just a little more. He swayed in his stool before his head landed on Neil's broad shoulder.
The bigger boy huffed out in amusement. "That was only like what? A cup and a half? Such a lightweight, Flower Boy."
"Nev-" West held in a burp. "Never drank shit."
Neil's shoulder was so warm, West couldn't help but rub his cheek against it, purring like a cat. When the noirette went stiff, he lifted his head quickly, which he soon found out to be a mistake as his vision shook. Just when West felt like he was overstepping, an arm went around his neck to steady him before a pair of lips met his own.
West tasted sweetness, spiciness, and saltiness as his tongue collided with Neil's. The noirette's hands roamed the blond's back, pressing tight against his sweatshirt, West felt the fingers dig into his skin. Neil pulled his mouth back to release a breathy chuckle.
"Shit, Flo. Kind of feels like I'm takin' advantage."
"Not that drunk," West dismissed as he leaned forward again.
Their stools toppled over as the two deepened their kiss, and Neil's big body shoved West back, never breaking the connection until they reached the edge of the nearest couch. West fell back on the soft red cushion, bouncing slightly to be eye level with the large tent in Neil's jeans. At some point, the team captain's hat and camera had fallen off, but he didn't bother to search for them, all his attention on the male hovering over him and necking him.
"Have you ever gotten your cock sucked before, Flo?"
The question was heard, but West hadn't registered it until his head was yanked back to meet stormy blue eyes.
"Um, uh, y-yeah. But, like, only a few times."
"You ever suck some?"
West choked on a breath, suddenly feeling anxious. For him, he'd always pictured himself as the "giver", or the top in the fantasies that didn't include the guy standing over him right now. But he never thought he'd be a receiver. And especially to the sexiest and only guy he's ever been with. He was inexperienced, and maybe Neil knew as much, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to see what it was like.
"N-No…?"
That smirk came back to his handsome, pale face. "You want to?"
It wouldn't hurt to practice. Maybe Neil could give out pointers.
"Just this once?"
West nodded. "I'm-I'm not any good, though."
"You leave that up t' me," the noirette took the hem of his shirt and lifted it, giving the blond a peak of chiseled abs. "Take me out."
The rough command made West's hands shake as he reached for Neil's belt buckle, pleasantly surprised when he found it easy to loosen. Anticipation made his heart race as Mack speed as he slowly clasped his fingers around the jeans' and Neil's black underwear's waistband and pulled them down huge, muscular thighs. Neil's dick was long and massive up close, the head nearly brushing against West's lips.
"There's not much to it, man," he grasped his girth and started stroking it under the blond's nose. "Just keep your teeth behind your lips. But if you want, you can bite a little. I like a little pain."
West licked his lips as Neil grasped the base of his dick and placed the crown on his bottom lip.
"Open."
West instantly obeyed, making sure he was all lips and tongue as he licked at the tip. He heard a low growl emanate from above him, and he looked up, wondering if he did something wrong.
Neil was glowering back down at him, but no hatred or accusation was present in those lightning blue orbs. Only blazing lust and approval.
"Come on, Flo. Put that mouth on me."
Suddenly overcome with desire, West wasted no more time replacing Neil's hand with his and closing his lips around the head of his cock, swirling his tongue around. His rival's calloused hand cupped the back of his head and pushed, filling West's mouth with more of his hard shaft. As he moved back, Neil let out a throaty groan, already shoving him back down. West went on like that, keeping a tight grasp on his rival's dick as he slid up and down half of his length.
Of all the things that could happen during his first blowjob, the blond didn't expect to enjoy the taste. It almost had a metal tinge to it mixed in with the noirette's natural woody musk and sweat. It washed all over West's tongue, and he couldn't help but let out a moan and attempt to cram more cock into his mouth.
"Fuck!" Neil cursed, his hips slightly jerking forward, stuffing the blond with more than half of his dick. Shockingly, he didn't gag even as he felt a tickle in his throat. "Shit, Flo!"
West bobbed on Neil, moving his hands to clutch at the latter's steel thighs and feel them pulsate and lock up every time he made it just a little bit closer to his happy trail. Accompanying pleasured grunts and hisses were his thrusting hips. They began to speed up, and Neil gripped West's head with both hands as he hastily fucked his mouth, his breath quickening and the blond's whimpers increasing in volume. The noirette briefly paused to mess with West's jeans, and the latter helped him to unbuckle his pants, unzip, and free his painfully hard cock. The cool air wafting over it sent pleasurable chills up his spine as Neil leaned in to jerk it while continuing to pump into West's throat.
Waves and waves of euphoria coursed through West's body as he sucked and his dick was gripped and tugged in Neil's big hand. His hands wandered from the lightning-eyed male's thighs to his solid, muscular ass and squeezed, causing his thrusting to become erratic. The wet sounds of West's face being fucked and the rapid, jerky pulls on his own length filled the room. Everything was already burning down below, he felt his balls draw up tight. He was going to climax just from giving a blowjob. Neil was panting hard in his ear, his hand and hips moving faster in tandem.
They both lost control at the same time.
West was slammed further down as the cock in his mouth expanded and exploded, the resulting roar causing his ear to ring while Neil's cum shot down his throat. It was a massive load, and the blond gulped it all the way down, trying not to choke on any of it as his orgasm hit and made him want to scream. He felt droplets stain his right thigh, the wetness spreading as his whole body trembled in ecstasy. Swallowing down the last of Neil's release, he unlatched himself from his rival's dick and sat back in the seat of the couch, elated and puffing in his afterglow.
Neil slumped beside him, wrapping an arm around West's shoulders and drawing them in for one last heated kiss with their shafts still out. The blond wondered if the noirette could taste himself on his lips. The thought made his cock start to stand straight up again despite
"You sure you've never given head?" Neil asked between lip-locking.
West chuckled. "Never."
"Good. 'Cause I don't think I want that mouth on anybody else's dick but mine."