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The bar Raleigh is in is dimly lit, shadows flickering across dark brown walls, the faces of the other patrons are only blurry in the low yellow lighting. Raleigh nurses his beer absently, he’s not really in the mood to get drunk, in fact he’s not entirely sure why he’s here in the first place. Initially, he’d gone out as a way to celebrate the first day of a new job tomorrow, but sitting here alone in an unfamiliar bar full of people he doesn’t know feels more lonely than celebratory.
Raleigh looks down into the contents of his almost empty glass, swirling the liquid as he drowns in his own thoughts. Tomorrow is his first day as a teacher at South Anchorage High School. He should be excited, and he is in a way, this is his first teaching job he’s landed straight out of university. But, he can’t help but think of Yancy, how this was his brother’s dream instead, and how he can’t help but feel he’s stolen that dream, now that Yancy won’t ever get to live it…
Raleigh’s pulled out of his reminiscing by an elbow knocking into him as a burly figure throws itself into the chair next to him. The man signals the bartender for a shot, and knocks back the clear liquid easily, not even flinching at the taste Raleigh considers to be akin to gasoline. The man settles into his chair more fully, his elbow pressing fully against Raleigh’s arm. Raleigh feels a flash of irritation, yeah the guy is huge, probably a similar build to Raleigh himself but that doesn’t give him the right to go throwing his weight around. He opens his mouth to give the brute a piece of his mind when suddenly said brute turns to face him and he’s met with stormy blue eyes, and all the words he had to say fly out of his brain.
The man next to him flicks his eyes up and down Raleigh’s form, and Raleigh feels his mouth go dry. He wasn’t expecting the guy to be…well, handsome. He finds himself drawn in by a strong nose and sharp jawline, and doesn’t even realize he’s been staring until the man’s face curls into a wicked grin. Raleigh flushes, his entire body pulsing with embarrassment (and something else if he’s being honest), but the man just tosses him a salacious wink before turning his attention back to the bartender and signaling for another round.
Shaken, Raleigh makes up his mind to close out his tab and head home. He’s not been so easily disarmed by someone since his brother had died, and he’s honestly afraid of what that might mean. He fumbles for his wallet, just barely managing to pull it out of the back pocket of his jeans, but when he goes to hand his card to the bartender, he’s told that his bill has already been covered.
“What?! By who?”
Raleigh can’t help feelings of suspicion, he’s not even interacted with anyone here, who would be enough of a Good Samaritan to…
Realization dawns on him at the same time as the bartender jerks his thumb to point behind him, and Raleigh whips around to see the man from before now standing by the pool table. How he was able to move around so sneakily with a body as big as that, Raleigh doesn’t know, and he gapes stupidly at the man as their eyes meet. There’s something in that gaze, the same thing he’d felt before sitting at the bar counter, something that makes liquid warmth spread throughout his body and his legs to squeeze together involuntarily.
The man jerks his head toward the back of the bar, the grin he gives Raleigh disarming and just as wicked as the first. Before Raleigh can even process what he's doing he's up, following that red hair, leather jacket, and cocky grin towards the restroom.
The door had hardly closed behind him before he's shoved up against it, a mouth hot and insistent against his own. Raleigh moans and kisses back with similar intensity. There's hands under his shirt, skimming up his torso, and Raleigh's never done this kind of thing before but he feels swept away in the rush of it, the thrill, and how those rough hands feel sliding across his skin. The man moves to kiss down his neck and Raleigh arches into the touch, closing his eyes and letting his head thud against the door. Blearily, he realizes the man is speaking to him.
"Can I fuck you?"
The man has an accent, Australian maybe, Raleigh thinks. He finds it stupidly sexy.
"Huh? What?"
(Raleigh finds himself just stupid).
The man grins at him, looking like a predator stalking its prey.
"I was just thinking," he says slowly, "you'd look really good with my cock in ya."
Raleigh moans loudly and his hips buck forwards.
"Yes," he breathes. He can’t help but agree with that statement, especially when this stranger looks exactly like Raleigh’s long forgotten type, and he’s looking at Raleigh with such hunger and desire that he feels weak in the knees.
Before Raleigh can even process it, he’s being led to the bathroom's counter, and he braces himself against it, ignoring the odd stains and occasional puddles of what he hopes is water. The man grinds his front against Raleigh hips and Raleigh sinks to his elbows, strange liquid splashing against his skin as he groans, eyes rolling back in his head. He hasn't even seen it but he can tell that that cock is huge.
Yeah, he definitely wants that in him.
Raleigh feels an arm reach around to his front, fingers tugging at the button of his jeans and pulling down his fly. He shakes slightly, the reality of what’s about to happen setting in, but before his anxiety can catch up to him, there's two fingers shoved unceremoniously in his mouth.
"Suck."
And Raleigh does, happily lapping at the thick fingers. He thinks he feels calluses as he coats the fingers in saliva and wonders if the man does hard labor or plays some kind of sport. He realizes he knows nothing about this man, not even his name, and he can’t help but shiver at the thrill, the danger of it all.
The fingers are pulled from his mouth with a wet pop, and then there's one circling his entrance. Raleigh shudders and spreads his legs a bit wider for better access. The finger presses inside a little before drawing back and pressing inside again. The touch is exploratory and Raleigh gets used to the stretch easily. He wiggles his hips to signal he's ready for more and the man obliges him by adding another finger. Here, things start to really feel good as the fingers scissor back and forth, stretching him open. Raleigh had forgotten how good this feels, it’s probably been years since someone last fucked him.
The man plunges his fingers deeper, crooking them just so and Raleigh shouts, glancing up to make eye contact with the man through the mirror. The expression on the man's face is wicked and he starts to abuse that spot inside Raleigh, stroking over it and applying just the barest hint of pressure. Raleigh's shaking and his cock is so hard and he swears he's about to come when those fingers pull out completely, and suddenly he's empty, whining at the loss.
He looks up to see the man rolling a condom onto his length, bottom lip bit in concentration. His size is frankly impressive and Raleigh feels a flutter of excitement knowing that's about to go inside him. The man meets his gaze in the mirror and winks at him as he slowly starts pressing inside.
Raleigh moans through the burn as the man slides in. He hasn't had sex in awhile, and it's been even longer since he was with a man, but god this feels so good. He's so full and can feel it all the way up to his throat. His heartbeat is racing in his ears and he knows he won't last long once the man starts moving.
He feels an inquisitive tap on his hip and he nods, signaling that he’s ready. The man draws back before pushing in again, slowly, pulling a broken moan from somewhere deep in Raleigh’s chest. The pace starts to pick up, the frequency between thrusts increasing, Raleigh pushing back to meet him halfway. The grip on his hips is bruising, similar to Raleigh's own grip on the edge of the sink.
Raleigh finds himself watching the man's face in the mirror, how his brows are furrowed, his mouth parted slightly. The man is grunting lowly as he drives Raleigh, they're both dripping with sweat, and Raleigh knows his clothes will be ruined but he can't find it in him to care.
A hand snakes around his front to grip his cock, pumping it in time with his thrusts and suddenly their eyes meet and Raleigh is spilling all over the man’s fist through shaking breaths and high pitched whines.
The man behind him swears, and moves to grip Raleigh’s hips, pulling him up a bit to get that perfect angle, and it only takes a few more thrusts and he’s following Raleigh over the edge, the only sound in the dingy bathroom that of their mingling breath.
Raleigh’s fears come rushing back in as he lays there catching his breath. What he just did was incredibly stupid, he doesn’t know anything about this man. This could have ended really poorly, with one of them getting hurt, or worse. For all Raleigh knows, this guy could be a dangerous killer.
Raleigh winces as he stands back up, his joints screaming in protest. Well, at least one thing is positive, he doesn’t usually frequent this area so, he’ll likely never see this man again.
Still, he can’t help but feel a strange sense of foreboding at the thought.