S is for Scrunch
Brian shook his head at some guy who had just given him the eye while
Brian was nursing a beer. He’d been shaking his head the whole night. There
wasn’t anyone even remotely passable to fuck at Babylon that night. He had them
all at one point and everyone knew that Brian Kinney never did repeats.
Well, almost never, there was just one. A certain little blond who wiggled his
way into Brian’s life and hadn’t left. But the blond was currently occupied,
doing a bump and grind with some musclebound no neck trick. The trick thought he
had hit the lottery. The blond was the hottest guy in the club, except for
Brian, of course.
Brian did a shot of Beam as he contemplated going home. He had no reason to
stick around. He considered going to the baths but even that held little appeal
for him. Brian slammed down his shot glass and prepared to leave.
“Hey,” the little blond greeted Brian as he stepped up to the bar to order a
drink. Brian motioned to the bartender to give the kid a bottle of water. “Can I
have what you’re drinking?” Brian gazed down at the prettiest and largest blue
eyes he had ever seen.
“No, you can’t. Water first then maybe later I’ll get you a beer.” The kid
seemed momentarily disappointed then he beamed a smile, suddenly aware of
something. “Okay, thanks,” he graciously accepted the water.
The kid turned to face the dance floor as he sipped his water. “Can you do
that?” he asked pointing toward the dancing with his water bottle.
“Yeah, why?”
The kid shrugged his shoulders giving Brian a little pout then looking up
at him through his long eyelashes. Brian rolled his eyes and held out his hand.
The blond beamed a smile brighter than Brian had ever seen. The kid finished off
his water then took Brian’s hand to lead the taller man out onto the floor.
Brian began to awkwardly dance, trying to keep in time with the beat and with
his partner. The blond exhibited a natural rhythm but their height difference
only served to exaggerate Brian’s limited dance prowess. The blond didn’t care
but Brian did. Brian then had a thought.
Pulling the kid in close, Brian scrunched down, cancelling out their height
differences and aligning their groins. The blond stopped dancing for less than a
second when he realized what Brian had done. His smile lit up the club. Brian
instantly felt a zing course through him beginning in his cock. He smirked, held
the kid closer then let the music and the blond take him away.
*****
“Brian, what are you doing?” Justin asked, laughing as Brian grabbed him in
their kitchen then proceeded to dance them around the loft.
“What does it look like I’m doing? We’re dancing,” Brian explained.
“Oh, is that what you call it,” Justin teased as he held Brian tighter. “Not one
of your best talents,” Justin said with a little nip to Brian’s chin to dismiss
the insult.
“I have many other talents,” Brian boasted as he scrunched down, pressing
himself into Justin’s groin, allowing Justin to feel his intentions.
“I’m cooking,” Justin stated.
“You certainly are,” Brian responded. Justin laughed as Brian danced them toward
the stove turning off the burners. “Dinner can wait,” Brian whispered into
Justin’s ear as they danced their way to the bedroom where Brian demonstrated to
his little blond his best talents. Just as he’d been doing for years.
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