Haven't written anything in a while, but I just had this idea stuck in my head and couldn't go on with my day.
Maybe the title doesn't make sense, but in my head it kind of does and that's the only one I could think for this little piece. I'm so happy to write something for these two. It's a bit silly, hopefully flirty and something I imagine they could do.
When he entered the bar, the first thing he noticed was his husband’s friendly laughter. He was talking with the bartender; very obviously, he was flirting with the bartender, and the bartender - a messy ginger bun complementing her sleek neck and a tasteful but still big dragon tattoo peeking over her shoulder - was flirting right back.
It was all quite harmless teasing and, if he was being totally honest, the idea of watching him be charmingly funny from afar brought a breezy heat to his lower stomach.
It was 3 am in Ottawa, only 9 in the evening in Ibiza. The weather had been amazing. The place had been perfect. Fun. Untethered. Luscious.
He had just sent a video message to his mom after ignoring her text and her video call request that day. He felt bad - but not really that bad. And she would understand.
So, after he finished recording, he entered the bar and decided to stop at the entrance to look. To stare, more accurately.
Just for a while. Just because he could.
“I have to tell you this, but don’t look, guapo,” her accent was noticeable, but really not unpleasant. “A very hot guy just stepped in and he is totally staring at you. He's just leaning against the entrance column and he's looking right in your direction. I'm telling you, bebé, he wants to have hot sex with you.”
A rich chuckle left his heart-shaped lips when he replied, “Maybe he wants to have hot sex with you, da?”
He was not going to look, but he felt the urge to stare back run through him. He was stronger than that though - he could accept being looked at without reciprocating. For now.
“Amor, I know when a man wants to rail me - I have been railed many times.”
“That gorgeous man over there? Oh, he's definitely not here for me. Bueno, now I'm going to serve you your cocktail with my unsolicited but necessary suggestion: pleeease, bebé, don't disappoint like so many handsome and stupid men. When he sits here, in one and a half minutes max, ve a ligártelo.”
She brought her face closer to his and she almost, almost, whispered.
“With your sweet sexy eyes and this ungodly beautiful mouth of yours, I'm sure you'll make him come without even touching him.”
Then she winked at him and went back to polishing her glasses.
It was one of those rare occurrences when he found a worthy flirting opponent. It was fun.
But the room was getting warm, and the silky brush he felt on his naked arm made it even warmer.
“Could I get what he got, por favor?”
“Sure, hermoso. My friend here speaks very good English. You should chat while I make your drink,” and she winked again, at both of them, suggestively, in a way that would have been ridiculous if someone with less verve had attempted it.
“I heard you were staring. That is not polite. Not very Canadian.”
“It isn't? So I have to ask permission to stare at my husband? Have I interrupted your fun?” an obvious fake annoyance in his tone.
“Opposite. We were discussing the hot guy staring - she was sooo convinced he wanted to have hot sex with me. But I think he left,” he whined. “Do you possibly know a hot guy who wants to have hot sex with me?”
A capacious grin on his lips, an alluring gaze in his eyes, and a soothing - but oh so tempting - hand on his partially exposed thigh. Their faces so close now, both on the verge of asking for the nearest washroom.
“You guys are wasted on these stools. This is your drink, honey, but drink fast and please go have sex together. I can feel the sex will be great, but I don't want any proof that I then have to clean up.”
That made them both laugh. It was lighthearted and sexy and everything they had always wanted. It was also a little sweet, how this stranger clocked them without having any preconceived notion of them. She was also right. The sex was going to be great.
“Clara,” Ilya announced, smiling, while getting up and taking his husband's hand in his own. “I must confess now: I do sometimes make him come without touching him. Amazing experience, great for ego, and really really hot.”
He winked at the bartender, Shane blushing just slightly but smiling wholeheartedly.
If she were surprised by his admission, her reaction didn't give it away. The smile she gave them filled her face, as she appeared gleeful and delighted by the newly acquired information.
“Por fin, two handsome, sexy men that are not stupid! Venga, vamos, now get out of here and go fuck yourselves... in the bestest way, of course!”
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