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"Come on, Will! We've got to wipe that frown off your face soon or it'll become a permanent feature."
They had been going around in this circle for the last ten minutes. Sitting on Will's sofa in Will's home, drinking Will's wine and talking about Will's non-existent lovelife. A lovelife that Lauri wanted to liven up.
"Maybe I want that to happen," Will countered. He lifted his glass to his mouth and took a long drink.
Lauri arched an unconvinced brow. "We both know that's not true."
Will twirled the contents of his glass around and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in defeat. "What did you have in mind?"
Lauri grinned wildly and grabbed his foreman tightly. "We thought it would be fun to go- to- a... strip club!"
Will faltered. "Uh-" He began to say, but Lauri interjected, which was fine because Will found he didn't quite know how to respond to such a suggestion.
"But a queer one, obviously."
"And Eleanor's coming, too?"
"Of course!" Right. "While we're off ogling at the sexy women and giggling at the men, you, my friend, will be off getting a filthy lap dance."
Will's back straightened and he pulled a confused face. "What, why? Why can't I stay with you guys?" He hated how much he sounded like a child.
"Because, William, you'd just be third-wheeling, like you do all the time."
"And I'm happy to."
Her eyes roamed his face for a moment. "That's sad," she told him. But then she was grinning again. "Come on, Will, please?"
He sighed again, even longer than previously, for added dramatic effect. It had Lauri's grin widening. "Fine. But only one dance." He lifted his pointer finger to Lauri's smug face, for added emphasis.
"Lap dance, remember?"
Will rolled his eyes. "Yes, whatever." Lauri continued to grin. He narrowed his eyes at her. "I hate you for making me do this."
She leaned just a little to say, "You won't afterwards. You'll thank me."
Yeah, right, he thought then said aloud. Lauri laughed obnoxiously, then reached out to grab her wine glass from the coffee table, the contents dwindling. Will's looked much the same and he needed to change that.
"I think we need more wine."
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Will was beginning to reevaluate his friendships with these women. Why had he agreed to this, again? Oh, yeah, because his friends couldn't bear to see him alone.
The club was far too loud. Music vibrated the walls. Colourful spotlights swing and flash across the room. Will's chest thumped in time with the music. The bar was packed full of people. Drinking, and flirting, or stood around the various circular stages in the centre of the space where the dancers moved erotically.
A gap opened up at the bar then, and Will pushed his way in.
He rested his elbows on the bar and leaned in towards the bartender. Lauri and Eleanor flanked him. "Whiskey, neat, please and thank you."
The bartender nodded her head and began to make his drink.
"Sheesh, Will."
"I just need something strong to get through this."
"Oh, come off it." Eleanor jostled his shoulder jovially. "It won't be that bad."
Will let out a defiant noise from the back of his throat and reached across the bar once his drink was ready.
They stood at the bar for God knows how long. Will sipped his drink periodically, listening to his friends giggle at the obscenely erotic dancing and grinding from the dancers around the room. Will spent most of the time with his back to the rest of the room, wishing he was back at home with his cat, curled up on the couch.
Eleanor suddenly jostled Will's shoulder again, excitably.
"Ooo, what about him?" Eleanor jabbed her finger over Will's shoulder. He spun around to see who she was pointing at.
A young man danced seductively on a small circular stage a short distance away, his body turned away from them. An overhead spotlight illuminated the loose-fitting, silver-sequinned vest top and matching short-shorts. The white lighting cast shadows all over his body. Will tried not to let his eyes linger for too long, not wanting to be on the same level as every other pervert there.
"Go over there!" Lauri encouraged, so close to his ear that Will flinched away at the volume.
They both began to push at his shoulders in the general direction of the stage as Eleanor exclaimed, "Yeah, chuck a few bills at his crotch!"
"You're both gross!" he yelled over his shoulder. "And this isn't a film!"
The closer he got to the stage, the more Will realised he was no man, but more of a young man. Likely a year or two younger than Will. A pitiful feeling washed over him, but he squandered it. This could be the young man's dream job. And if it was, Will was in no place to judge.
This is perfectly respectable, Will told himself and leaned on the railing.
The young man rolled his hips and torso, arms behind his head. His skin-tight shorts hugged his thighs in a way that made Will begin to sweat.
The young man turned on the stage then, and their eyes met, all the air in Will's lungs being sucked out. He knew this person. And it seemed he recognised Will too as his movements faltered slightly. However, no one else seemed to notice. His hands gripped the cool metal rail as the young man twisted his body to face Will, and only Will then began the same motion again.
Tom Blake, was his name. They'd gone to the same secondary school. His brother had been in the same year as Will - Tom in the year below - and they'd even sat next to one another in A-Level History. Will had always thought he and Joe were kind of good friends. And Tom had always been there, seemingly having had no friends in his own year group and so shared Joe's. Will had found himself developing a slight crush on him. But then university came along and they went their separate ways; Will becoming too caught up in his course to keep up a good social life.
It had been five years since then and here Tom was, not much different from the last time Will had seen him. He'd gotten taller, though not quite at Will's height, and he had lost a bit of his chubbiness. Back then Will had always wanted to just grab Tom's hips tightly and pull him in, kissing him - like they were in some cheesy rom-com. And now, Tom looked so good up on that stage that Will felt eighteen again, only ever watching Tom from a distance because it had felt weird to want his friend's younger brother.
Will stood there, enraptured with his mouth hanging open a little, long enough for another dancer to arrive and switch with Tom, who stepped off the stage on the opposite side to Will. And before he could run away from the inevitable confrontation, Tom stepped up to him, gaze raking up and down his body suggestively.
"Hey, gorgeous. You wanna go somewhere quieter?" Tom's brow twitched familiarly. And Will realised how much he'd missed him. It was a strange situation - Lauri and Eleanor were probably giggling at him from over at the bar unless they'd always gone to find the female dancers. Will didn't even want to look and make sure.
Instead, Will swallowed hard and said, "Okay," Maybe Tom wanted to talk, to scold Will for coming here. But then again maybe he was about to actually experience something that Will from five years ago could've only dreamed of receiving.
Tom led him to the other side of the room, weaving through the crowd. Other people stared hungrily after him, but they were ignored as Tom periodically turned back, seemingly ensuring Will was still following, his eyes only on him.
They passed under an archway. Above it, a sign read, Premium Lounge, in neon blue cursive. A large man stood to one side, a scowl etched into his face.
It was much hotter in here, maybe Will was just nervous.
The 'lounge' was broken up into cubicles with an aisle running through the centre, separated by thin walls and a curtain at the front. Only one of the six was shut, making Will feel a little more anxious knowing at least two other people and an intimidating guard were around him while he was receiving this experience.
Tom took him into the one furthest from the entrance. He pushed Will down onto the armchair before turning to close the curtain behind them. Will let himself indulge in the opportunity and obnoxiously stared at the back of Tom.
He tipped his head to the side. "Do you have a stripper-y name I should call you?"
Tom laughed good-naturedly as he turned back to face Will. "I do but I don't think you'll want to use it."
"Why?"
"Will," Tom began. The sound of his name coming from those lips for the first time in years was music to Will's ears. He squirmed in his seat. Will definitely didn't want to talk anymore. Tom continued, "You stick out like a sore thumb in here. And, it's Blossom, but I think it would make you uncomfortable."
"I forget how well you used to know me."
Tom smiled warmly at him before stepping closer. "Do you want me to do this? Or did you want to catch up first?"
"After." Tom must hear the finality in his voice because he met his gaze with an intense, lust-riddled look that had Will's cock filling beneath his trousers. He knew that as soon as he let the arousal fully take over, Tom would feel it.
He knew he had when Tom glanced down at Will's lap, looking back up at him with a smirk. They hadn't even started yet and there Will was, ruining it by getting a hard-on.
"Sorry," Will said, sheepishly.
"It's only natural." Then he leaned in closer. "I've always thought you were cute," Tom whispered hoarsely into Will's ear as he leaned his body over him, his hands bracketing Will's shoulders and one leg up on the armchair. Will inhaled sharply, not at all expecting his confession.
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah," Tom said resolutely. His lips graced over Will's ear, "You've always been so fucking fit, Will."
He moved away from Will then, sinking to the floor between Will's open legs. His hands slid down the fabric of Will's trousers, using Will's legs as handrails to get himself comfortable on his knees. Will had no idea if this was the progression of a lap dance since he'd never gotten one before; Tom wasn't even on his lap anymore. Will grew achingly harder as Tom swayed his head side to side over Will's crotch, thus getting dangerously close to his cock.
"You want a happy ending?" Tom asked quietly after a minute of this. His voice was so low that Will almost missed it. Perhaps so the bodyguard and other people a few cubicles down wouldn't hear him.
He met Tom's eager eyes, smirking. "I thought that was only massages?"
"It is, but will it not still count as a massage?" A mischievous glint shone in his eyes.
"Do you do this for every customer?"
Tom winked, grinning widely. "Only the cute ones." Will flushed harder at the sight. "But you've seen what kind of people are out there - not many like you."
"You saying I'm one of a kind?"
"Most definitely. I wouldn't let any of those desperate fuckers out there touch me." Tom then arched a brow questioningly, fingers itching to move further inwards. "So, is that a yes?"
Will let his head sag against the back of the armchair, squeezing his eyes shut. "Please," he begged.
Tom's fingers twitched on his thighs. But he did not move any closer to where Will desperately needed him to. When Will opened his eyes, Tom was staring at him intently, studying his face, committing it to memory.
"Are you okay?"
"I wanna snog the shit out of you. Can I?" Tom asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes.
"I'd be okay with that."
Tom, smirking, rose up on his knees while Will leaned forward to meet him in the middle. It was fervent from the moment their mouths met, open-mouthed and ravenous. Will had only kissed a handful of people in his life, and none had ever been like this. This good.
Tom was eagerly licking into his mouth when Will felt the grounding pressure of a hand finally clamping down over his hard cock. Will found himself pulling away sharply and sucking in a breath through gritted teeth as Tom squeezed once, then twice, before letting go. It was the dirtiest thing Will had every done as they kissed again. Tom began the slow motion of grinding a palm over Will's cock. He continued to do this until finally stopping and began to undo the button and zipper of Will's trousers.
His cock sprung free and Tom's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of it. He shifted his weight on his knees, gaze sliding up to find Will's. Will had never been more turned on in his life than he was right then. He was on the brink of exploding. The way Tom was staring up at him through his lashes had the potential to tip him over the edge.
Tom wrapped his hand around Will's cock. Will bit back a yell. Tom gave it three languid strokes, base to tip, hand twisting at the top, all the while keeping heated eye contact with Will, whose eyelids sagged, heavy.
"You want my mouth, too?"
"Fuck, yeah," Will said, chest heaving. Tom hummed lowly, dragging his eyes up and down Will's dishevelled form.
Tom ran his tongue from base to tip in a long, slow stripe. It had Will cursing under his breath and grinding his hips down. Tom's delicate fingers held Will's cock steady as he took him into his mouth. It was wet and warm and had Will squirming, fingers digging into the armchair.
His nose reached Will's pubic hair. Will groaned as Tom inhaled deeply around his cock, throat tightening ever so slightly but sending a wave of pleasure straight through Will. Tom's exhale ghosted across his skin.
"Fuck," Will hissed, his cock hitting the back of Tom's throat. His hand flailed, burrowing into Tom's thick hair and fingers curling into a fist when Tom slid back up to the tip. His tongue circled the head before sucking it between his lips. Will's back arched then, but Tom reached up to keep him in place, his wet cavern still wrapped around Will's cock. That had Will growing hot but he pushed it down, wanting this moment to last a little longer.
Feeling Tom tonguing his slit, Will fisted his hair once more, drawing a low groan from the other. It was the first noise he had made and hearing it had Will hanging off the edge of a cliff, ready to let go.
Through the haze of it all, Will suddenly felt daring.
He adjusted his grip on Tom's locks, gathering up as much as he could and tugged. Tugged Tom off his cock, a pretty moan escaping his lips as he let Will control him. Will pulled Tom's head back so his face was almost angled at the ceiling. He brought their mouths together again. Tom tasted completely different now, tasted like him.
Tom's hand was touching him again, squeezing the base of his cock while continuing to thoroughly kiss Will.
Quickly, Will found himself back on the edge. This time, he didn't know if he could hold back.
The coil in his lower abdomen tightened.
He began to pant into Tom's mouth, eyes squeezed shut. His head fell away from Tom's. "Fuck, I'm close-"
He didn't even notice Tom moving back to his previous position on the floor until he felt that beautiful mouth wrap around his cock head once more. Tom shamelessly sucked the tip, creating lewd noises that Will was sure the guard outside could hear.
His orgasm hit him harder than anything he'd ever experienced. Tom held him in place with a vice-like pressure on his thighs, mouth never leaving his cock. Will gripped Tom's shoulder, not knowing whether to push him off or pull him closer. Seeing Tom, feeling Tom swallowing around his cock sent another blinding tidal wave of arousal to course through him. To which Tom's throat constricted again.
"Bloody hell," Will managed through shuddered breaths. Tom wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, getting up off the floor to straddle Will. He was a little heavy, but Will found himself relishing their closeness. He pushed his hands under Tom's vest and up his warm back. "You're amazing... I've missed you."
It was Tom's turn to flush, burying his face in Will's neck.
Will allowed his eyes to fall shut, suddenly exhausted, and dug his fingers into the thick hair again. Tom exhaled so deeply that Will thought he was trying to push out all the air from his lungs. It was then that Will felt Tom's hardness against his thigh. He must be uncomfortable, trapped within the confines of his shorts. "Do you need me to do anything?"
"No, I'm good," Tom mumbled into his skin. Will still felt bad for not returning the favour, but hey, the night wasn't over quite yet.
Will's head fell back against the sofa once more and he smiled to himself. Maybe he would thank Lauri after all. "I feel like a totally new person." Tom laughed quietly.
"We should do this again sometime," He suggested, lifting his head from Will's neck and locking gazes with him, eyes shining.
"I'd like that," Will agreed before leaning in to kiss him again, long and hard. He couldn't stop touching Tom, didn't want to stop touching him. Not now, not after what they had just done together. "When do you finish?" he asked.
"My shift ended, like, as soon as I stepped off the stage," Tom admitted with a sheepish smile.
Will cupped Tom's jaw gently. "Wanna come back to mine?"