Ahren smirked a little when the invite was met with enthusiasm, the smirk turning into a genuine smile when Noah gushed about how Ahren deserved to show off everything he’d busted his ass to build and make as solid as he had. “Perfect, follow me then,” he waved Noah along with him, giving Monique a nod and a wave to let her know he’d see her when she was leaving for the night. “I just need to stop by my office first, that cool?” he asked casually, trying not to let the reason for the stop be seen as obvious despite how rusty Ahren was at being smooth while he was silently freaking out internally; but instead of looking for a way out like he had at the Ball, instead he was looking for somewhere he could close a door and know it wouldn’t open without his consent first- better yet, a door he could lock without much consequence.
When Noah was walking along next to him then Ahren spoke to one of the girls working the bar on his way toward his office, dropping her a quick, ‘don’t bother me unless it’s important’ with a knowing look that she had seen one too many times; which only further relaxed Ahren enough to try and find his confidence again. He pushed a thick black curtain aside once he reached the end of the bar, revealing a door that read ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’ across it in big bold letters that he proceeded to pull open and let Noah go first to be sure he closed it behind him. Once he joined Noah again on the short walk he reached the end of the hallway and pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door that he proceeded to hold open for the other once again; if he was impressed with the look of the club, Ahren’s office would really be something else. From the leather couches to the large, expensive desk in the corner of the back of the room, down to the colour scheme in the room- it spoke volumes about what kind of person Ahren was; luxurious down to the carpets, but only behind closed doors.
Speaking of closed doors…
Ahren let the door close behind him, leaving it unlocked while he still tested the waters surrounding the small sparks coming of the charge in the air between them. “This isn’t usually on the tour, but I felt like a more secluded area away from the music might make conversation easier,” he chuckled lightly, moving to the small table next to one of the couches so he could pour himself a drink. “I uh- I’m not exactly…out, I mean- not publicly, anyway.” he sighed as he felt a bit of relief being honest, turning back to Noah once he’d gotten himself a drink that wasn’t watered down with coke or ice. “I don’t mean to get all uptight and shit about it. I never really had the chance to be open about it so it’s been something I’ve… not really hid, but I don’t offer it as common knowledge. That’s why I bolted on you the other night,” Ahren offered a real explanation as he sipped his drink a little, before setting it on the table again and taking a few steps closer to Noah then, trying to let himself be confident enough to make a move. He stopped when he was only a few inches away from Noah, looking down at him from Ahren’s height with a bit of a suggestive look etched into his features. “You were saying something about missing out before… how about I make up for it?” he practically purred, his tone dropping into a low, soft tone while his blue eyes fixated on the younger male before him; doing his best to let his anxiety take a backseat to how intrigued he was with Noah.
The casual confidence Ahren wore in the domain of his club was fascinating to behold - addicting, even. Noah flicked his gaze over Ahren’s figure from behind without any shame after that quiet invitation away, his grin widening. He’d be nice for now. He’d let Ahren get a few steps away before he followed, so it wouldn’t look like Noah was on his heels.
As they eased away from the public eye, Noah turned his head, vision wandering over the other details, nothing too small for his notice.
It was the entrance into what was obviously Ahren’s office that brought a low whistle from Noah’s lips.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, spinning in a circle with a smile so he could see each little aspect. “I love your sense of color. It’s gorgeous.” But before he could offer any other compliments, Ahren was getting a drink - one that made Noah consider how many he might’ve had, how sober he was for what appeared to be a monumental experience for the other man.
“Lucky for you, I’m an excellent experiment,” he teased with sparkling eyes - he knew how easy it was for people to flirt with a sexually open twink behind closed doors. Likely Ahren was expecting that he could take easy control of Noah, kiss and touch and explore while Noah mewled and begged for more.
Those confident steps toward him made Noah’s smile shift to a more mischievous smirk. “You think you’re ready for me?” His words came out on an equally soft purr. And, just for fun, he took Ahren’s shirt in his hands and used it to walk him backward a few steps, until the taller man backed into his desk. Noah came up on his tiptoes, an inch away from his lips, letting his hot breath brush against Ahren’s mouth as he chuckled. “Well...if you insist, handsome.”
And then he kissed him, a soft and languid sort of thing that he broke only a moment later - but he stayed close, still grinning, waiting to see if Ahren was hungry for more.
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