Manhattans and Tech

Gay Philadelphia techie drinking Maker's Manhattans to my heart's content.

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"Whoah there!" Connor chuckled. "Careful. I don’t want you to fall and break something." He said softly, moving slower now so his partner wouldn’t fall over. Wow, he’d really hit the jackpot here.

"It’s almost midnight." Connor whispered in the stranger’s ear after they’d danced for…

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Connor nodded quickly. “Yes!” He shouted and smirked widely. “But let’s kiss first.” He held the taller man closer and shouted the numbers of the countdown, while he kept looking over to his partner.

"Is that a superhero mask?" He suddenly asked loudly when the countdown reached 10. He felt himself getting all nervous. 9. This was supposed to be Oliver. 8. He wanted to be with Oliver now. 7. Wanted to hold Oliver. 6. Wanted to countdown to his kiss with Oliver. 5. Oliver. 4. Oliver. 3. Oliver. 2. He’d settle with this cute, drunk guy. 1. He closed his eyes to picture Oliver when he leaned in.

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Their lips collided, and Oliver reveled in the devil’s skill. Imagining Connor was easy. The flow was perfect, and when soft but firm lips changed to hot tongues, Oliver shivered.

This wasn’t Connor, though, Oliver blearily remembered. He would’ve recognized Green Arrow’s mask (or at least Oliver hoped so considering how many times Oliver raved about the character).

He pulled away mid-kiss without any grace, shutting his eyes and shaking his head.

"Y-yeah. Superhero mask." Oliver pulled it off and held it out for the man to see more closely. "Green Arrow."

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"I’m a devil. Happy New Year." Connor smirked and pulled his mask off. Green Arrow. Oliver loved the Green Arrow. The Green Arrow…

Connor looked up and gasped for air. “Holy shit…” He stumbled backwards and blinked hard. This wasn’t reality. He was drunker than expected. That was it. The man opposite looked like Oliver, but it couldn’t be him.

"Slap me!" He yelled over the music and cheering.

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Connor. Holy shit, Connor. Connor, Connor, Connor. No air entered Oliver's lungs. He dropped his green mask.

He swung his arm, finally inhaling. When the slap hit Connor, the devil--the man--was knocked to the floor. Connor's devil mask landed on top of Oliver's, and Oliver stepped on them both as he leaned over to examine the man.

"Connor." His heart was pounding as he stared at the man on the floor. The man was really Connor. Perfect stubble, suave hair, expensive clothes, kissable face, and everything else. He had just kissed Connor thinking he was kissing someone else while pretending it was Connor. Heat rose in his cheeks. So embarrassing.

And then it clicked in his groggy mind that he'd just knocked Connor over with a drunken slap.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Oliver knelt down, swaying over Connor. "You okay?"

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"Whoah there!" Connor chuckled. "Careful. I don’t want you to fall and break something." He said softly, moving slower now so his partner wouldn’t fall over. Wow, he’d really hit the jackpot here.

"It’s almost midnight." Connor whispered in the stranger’s ear after they’d danced for…

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Connor nodded quickly. “Yes!” He shouted and smirked widely. “But let’s kiss first.” He held the taller man closer and shouted the numbers of the countdown, while he kept looking over to his partner.

"Is that a superhero mask?" He suddenly asked loudly when the countdown reached 10. He felt himself getting all nervous. 9. This was supposed to be Oliver. 8. He wanted to be with Oliver now. 7. Wanted to hold Oliver. 6. Wanted to countdown to his kiss with Oliver. 5. Oliver. 4. Oliver. 3. Oliver. 2. He’d settle with this cute, drunk guy. 1. He closed his eyes to picture Oliver when he leaned in.

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Their lips collided, and Oliver reveled in the devil's skill. Imagining Connor was easy. The flow was perfect, and when soft but firm lips changed to hot tongues, Oliver shivered.

This wasn't Connor, though, Oliver blearily remembered. He would've recognized Green Arrow's mask (or at least Oliver hoped so considering how many times Oliver raved about the character).

He pulled away mid-kiss without any grace, shutting his eyes and shaking his head.

"Y-yeah. Superhero mask." Oliver pulled it off and held it out for the man to see more closely. "Green Arrow."

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"Whoah there!" Connor chuckled. "Careful. I don't want you to fall and break something." He said softly, moving slower now so his partner wouldn't fall over. Wow, he'd really hit the jackpot here.

"It's almost midnight." Connor whispered in the stranger's ear after they'd danced for a while. "I'm excited to see who's hiding under that mask of yours...and to taste your lips." He chuckled. "Do you have somewhere to be afterwards?"

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Heat shot through Oliver. Yeah, this could definitely work. 

"N-not really," he replied. "I don't go out to things like this much."

Having such a sexy guy flirt--well, downright come onto him--still felt strange for Oliver. His sluggish mind was doing double-time trying to sort out just how he'd managed to end up in the arms of such a gorgeous player. Anger curled up his chest at the thought of being played again, and so Oliver made a drunken decision: he was not going to get played; he was going to do the playing.

Oliver raised his voice so the devil could hear him over the clamoring of the midnight countdown, asking with his best brave face, "Do you want to come back to mine?"

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"I know?" Connor chuckled and moved his hand down to the other man's hips. To pull him close again. "We can't dance when you're pulling away." He chuckled.

"I was looking for someone else, too." He sighed and rested his forehead against other's. "But I think he's not here. He has better things to do than to go to a shitty party like this on New Year's." Connor sighed. "So who were you looking for again?"

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"Doesn't matter," Oliver replied. "Not here. Or is 'n's busy plowing some dude." Oliver laughed. Plowing--what a great verb. He shook his head to dispel the pang of jealousy his own words caused.

The devil adjusted his arm, and the touch made Oliver sway. His head lolled close to the devil man's face. Oliver smiled. The man had stubble. He could pretend it was Connor this way. This could work. The cologne the man wore was fresh, like rain or clean sheets, and it sent chills through Oliver. His heart was racing.

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Oliver had pulled away from his colleague Rick a few times, grabbing a couple more shots (ok, he wasn’t great in social situations, and being a little loose helped). Despite the drinks, he was bad at the whole interacting with drunk, sexy strangers, so he’d ended up back in Rick’s vicinity. 

But just as Oliver was feeling desperate to leave the ball entirely, a gorgeous man in a devilish mask asked to dance with Oliver, freeing him from Rick’s awkward advances. 

He was maybe a tad too drunk and barely realized what had happened until he was swaying in the devil man’s arms. His heart raced as he tried to focus his blurry vision so he could scan the man’s lean body and expensive suit. Like Connor, thought Oliver. The attraction overtook Oliver, and he gripped the man’s back.

"H—hi," was all Oliver could think to say.

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"Hi..." Connor repeated and pulled the other man closer. He was taller than him and he was a good dancer. Connor could feel that, but the man was also very drunk. More than he was himself. So Connor was the one who guided them.

"You looked like you needed some help there." He said over the loud music and smirked. "First date? Looked really awkward."

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"Ah, no. Not a date," Oliver said. He felt the the blurry devil man's hip collide with his own, and he pulled back in embarrassment, his face red hot.

"Co-coworker," Oliver added. "I was here to find the other one. The one. You know." 

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Connor has watched the bar for hours and downed one drink after the other but no one who’d ordered Manhattans had been Oliver. He probably didn’t even come.

Connor sighed and scanned the room. Was there at least someone he could hook up with tonight?

A taller man in a green mask caught his eye. He was occupied with another guy, but his body language basically screamed ‘get me out of this’.

"May I ask your green partner for a dance?" He smirked when he reached the couple and held out his hand.

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Oliver had pulled away from his colleague Rick a few times, grabbing a couple more shots (ok, he wasn't great in social situations, and being a little loose helped). Despite the drinks, he was bad at the whole interacting with drunk, sexy strangers, so he'd ended up back in Rick's vicinity. 

But just as Oliver was feeling desperate to leave the ball entirely, a gorgeous man in a devilish mask asked to dance with Oliver, freeing him from Rick's awkward advances. 

He was maybe a tad too drunk and barely realized what had happened until he was swaying in the devil man's arms. His heart raced as he tried to focus his blurry vision so he could scan the man's lean body and expensive suit. Like Connor, thought Oliver. The attraction overtook Oliver, and he gripped the man's back.

"H--hi," was all Oliver could think to say.

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Connor got ready for the Masquerade Ball. He’d posted the invitation online in hope Oliver would see it. Of course, he wouldn’t admit it. Ever. But to be honest all he wanted to do tonight was to see Oliver to kiss him when the ball dropped and to make up with him. Connor put on a devil mask and smirked at his reflection weakly. “Let’s do this…” He told himself.

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Oliver was invited to a Masquerade Ball by a colleague (the only other openly gay one in the office). He had had no intention of going until he saw Connor post an invitation online to the same event. He pretended that Connor's post didn't matter, but deep down he knew he was going because he might see Connor. Oliver wore a dark green mask because it reminded him of Green Arrow. 

Once at the party, he realized how hard it might be to simply "run into" Connor. The crowd was huge, loud, and full of frisky, drunk gay men. He pushed back his desire to see Connor since the odds were against him, anyway--and he needed to move on, anyway. So he downed a couple shots and joined the crowd, determined to have a sloppy, fun night for once. He frowned when his colleague followed his footsteps exactly. Did he think they were on a date? Crap, he'd have to find a way to get away. 

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Connor, please unfollow.

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Had the probably best sex ever last night. You don’t need to know each other well to feel good. #justsayin

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Are you posting this because you know I'd see it?

That's just so immature and hurtful

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Ring any bells, 8sgr8?

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Oliver?

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I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Are you expecting me to believe you didn’t know?

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How would I have known??? I’m not the hacker!

[manhattantechie-blog]

You don’t have to hack anything to find people’s blogs and recognize them. I should have trusted my gut it was you. How many gay CWs are at Middleton? Pff.

Tbh this has been really enlightening, I’ve learned a lot about how you interact with people online, like basically just “lemme see your dick.” classy + attractive (please recognize sarcasm)

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How about you get off your high horse? I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you’re being the biggest asshole in the world. I don’t deserve to be treated like that!

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Yeah cheating is super nice, I love how it makes me feel, maybe I should go out with you again so you can cheat on my some more and really boost my ego

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Stop messaging me if you hate me so much and go back to your manga porn books or free porn online or whatever you use to get off.

I was just looking for real contact and that doesn’t make me a bad person and I already apologized for cheating on you, asshole!

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Yeah, sleeping with strangers…. “real contact.” About as real as manga porn, which, by the way, I don’t even look at. not every nerdy guy is the same

And for the record, no, Connor. You didn’t apologize.

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I’m sorry. Happy? I’m sorry for hurting you. Now you have it here on the Internet and I can’t take it back.

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You know, I really want to believe this because you really did hurt me, but I’m hung up on the whole “can’t take it back” part. Why would you want to?

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Oliver you’re being an idiot right now. It’s just something I said. No reason behind it.

So what now?

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Now you apologize for calling me an idiot and admit that you were wrong.

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Ring any bells, 8sgr8?

[8sgr8-blog]

Oliver?

[manhattantechie-blog]

I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Are you expecting me to believe you didn’t know?

[8sgr8-blog]

How would I have known??? I’m not the hacker!

[manhattantechie-blog]

You don’t have to hack anything to find people’s blogs and recognize them. I should have trusted my gut it was you. How many gay CWs are at Middleton? Pff.

Tbh this has been really enlightening, I’ve learned a lot about how you interact with people online, like basically just “lemme see your dick.” classy + attractive (please recognize sarcasm)

[8sgr8-blog]

How about you get off your high horse? I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you’re being the biggest asshole in the world. I don’t deserve to be treated like that!

[manhattantechie-blog]

Yeah cheating is super nice, I love how it makes me feel, maybe I should go out with you again so you can cheat on my some more and really boost my ego

[8sgr8-blog]

Stop messaging me if you hate me so much and go back to your manga porn books or free porn online or whatever you use to get off.

I was just looking for real contact and that doesn’t make me a bad person and I already apologized for cheating on you, asshole!

[manhattantechie-blog]

Yeah, sleeping with strangers…. “real contact.” About as real as manga porn, which, by the way, I don’t even look at. not every nerdy guy is the same

And for the record, no, Connor. You didn’t apologize.

[8sgr8-blog]

I’m sorry. Happy? I’m sorry for hurting you. Now you have it here on the Internet and I can’t take it back.

[manhattantechie-blog]

You know, I really want to believe this because you really did hurt me, but I'm hung up on the whole "can't take it back" part. Why would you want to?

[manhattantechie-blog]

Ring any bells, 8sgr8?

[8sgr8-blog]

Oliver?

[manhattantechie-blog]

I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Are you expecting me to believe you didn’t know?

[8sgr8-blog]

How would I have known??? I’m not the hacker!

[manhattantechie-blog]

You don’t have to hack anything to find people’s blogs and recognize them. I should have trusted my gut it was you. How many gay CWs are at Middleton? Pff.

Tbh this has been really enlightening, I’ve learned a lot about how you interact with people online, like basically just “lemme see your dick.” classy + attractive (please recognize sarcasm)

[8sgr8-blog]

How about you get off your high horse? I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you’re being the biggest asshole in the world. I don’t deserve to be treated like that!

[manhattantechie-blog]

Yeah cheating is super nice, I love how it makes me feel, maybe I should go out with you again so you can cheat on my some more and really boost my ego

[8sgr8-blog]

Stop messaging me if you hate me so much and go back to your manga porn books or free porn online or whatever you use to get off.

I was just looking for real contact and that doesn’t make me a bad person and I already apologized for cheating on you, asshole!

[manhattantechie-blog]

Yeah, sleeping with strangers.... "real contact." About as real as manga porn, which, by the way, I don't even look at. not every nerdy guy is the same

And for the record, no, Connor. You didn't apologize.

[manhattantechie-blog]

Ring any bells, 8sgr8?

[8sgr8-blog]

Oliver?

[manhattantechie-blog]

I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Are you expecting me to believe you didn’t know?

[8sgr8-blog]

How would I have known??? I’m not the hacker!

[manhattantechie-blog]

You don’t have to hack anything to find people’s blogs and recognize them. I should have trusted my gut it was you. How many gay CWs are at Middleton? Pff.

Tbh this has been really enlightening, I’ve learned a lot about how you interact with people online, like basically just “lemme see your dick.” classy + attractive (please recognize sarcasm)

[8sgr8-blog]

How about you get off your high horse? I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you’re being the biggest asshole in the world. I don’t deserve to be treated like that!

[manhattantechie-blog]

Yeah cheating is super nice, I love how it makes me feel, maybe I should go out with you again so you can cheat on my some more and really boost my ego

[outlineofmylover-deactivated201]

[manhattantechie-blog]

Ring any bells, 8sgr8?

[8sgr8-blog]

Oliver?

[manhattantechie-blog]

I think that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? Are you expecting me to believe you didn’t know?

[8sgr8-blog]

How would I have known??? I’m not the hacker!

[manhattantechie-blog]

You don't have to hack anything to find people's blogs and recognize them. I should have trusted my gut it was you. How many gay CWs are at Middleton? Pff.

Tbh this has been really enlightening, I've learned a lot about how you interact with people online, like basically just "lemme see your dick." classy + attractive (please recognize sarcasm)