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[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART ONE: CHECKING IN

Parking might have been a nightmare, but at least you’re set. Relatively. The car’s locked and the garage is as secure as any garage can be in the city. At least this time it’s on the outskirts and not in the heart; Empire City is full of jacked-up prices for guys that aren’t worth their salt. 

The elevator begins to rise up. It’s nicely furnished, and this whole hotel is on the upscale side. One has to wonder what kind of guys are willing to rent out a whole hotel room just to have sex for one night. Or, there’s a chance that he’s staying for more nights, and that he’s got a string of men lined up one right after another. The thing is, though, he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy.

You pull out your phone and bring up the profile again, the one that’s now less than fifty feet away. He’s definitely your type, at least, a big man with a nice beard and no strings attached. The beach chair and the guitar are a little goofy, but in an endearing way. At least the jorts are ripped. He reminds you of a little league coach, or a rockstar, someone who used to be cool and has accepted that they’re not gonna hit that stride again. Actually, he is a band manager according to the profile, so that second one might not be that far off. His eyes are dark and his hair is shorter, at least the hair he’s got left. It’s all the more evident in the shirtless picture he sent you once you exchanged numbers and agreed to meet. There used to be muscle, but now it’s all belly, and his smirk says that he’s eager to get back into the scene. Maybe you shouldn’t have talked about DILFs so much. Damn you and your big mouth. Hopefully, it’ll come in handy, although you haven’t seen anything yet. He didn’t ask, and neither did you.

The elevator bell rings. Stepping out into the hallway, you turn to the right, heading down the hall. Nobody prowling these halls would stop to give you a second look, but even if they did, it doesn’t matter. It’s been a long time since you’ve seen a guy like this, and if you want to shoot your shot, now’s the time. The carpets give beneath your shoes. Something’s twitching down there, already excited to get a piece of that. 

Once you reach the door, 721, your heart starts to bump a little. He said he would meet you here, and indeed, you can hear music playing behind the door, nice and soft. It’s muffled, though, and you can barely make it out. These walls are pretty darn soundproof. There’s a chance that he picked the hotel for that reason, right? Is he a loud lover? Does he like dirty talk a lot? Or, is he worried about getting caught here. That doesn’t seem to be in his character, not like the well-spoken man with some minor technological trouble. He was nice enough to work around your schedule, and to get you a freakin’ hotel room on top of that. Some men are nice in talk but messy in person, though. Ugh, no more Jersey tourists in your apartment for sure. 

There’s no need to be nervous, or at least that’s what you tell yourself. People have sex and hook up all the time. Your roommate knows that you’re out and that you’ll probably be back before the end of the night. Nothing bad’s going to happen. Your hand raises, then hesitates…

Getting his attention is easy, you just have to:

>> Text him and let him know you’re at the door. >> Walk right on in! He’s probably ready. >> Knock politely, like a good boy.

(Voting is over! > PART TWO)

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

Do you have any naughty Greg headcanons?

> Greg is as much an opportunist as a planner. It’s nice to have a nice romantic time, but if his partner’s in the mood, he’ll find an unlocked stall, a particularly dense shrubbery, an unoccupied parking space far enough away from the road for the van, teasing the whole time. After all, they just can’t get enough of him, can they. 

> Oral, oral, oral. Not just blowjobs — the mouth is so important. Kissing can be a full act in itself for him, the way that the tongue and the lips play off of each other. Greg can use his mouth to explore every inch inside and out, learning the body through taste. The hands hold down and the mouth goes wild. And if he needs a snack, well, if every porking were perfect he wouldn’t need a hot dog break... That’s how the saying goes right?

> “Body worship” isn’t exactly the mindset, but he does love having himself payed attention to. A little kiss on the thigh before oral sex, a little rub on the lower back before he gets eaten, strokes of the finger down his neck and shoulders... It’s about the body contact, that notion of togetherness, and of worth. Greg’s there for more than just a body, after all; someone wants a connection with him.

> He’s very, worryingly prodigious about his stamina. If Greg wants, he can go for as long as everyone’s muscles will hold out, with a water break here and there. Want a five minute quickie? Well, maybe ten minutes if he’s really trying to be fast, but Greg can do that for ya. Three-hour torture session? You better believe daddy’s got your back.

> Speaking of daddy, this is a weird area for him. The internet’s made it a “thing” for sure, but it’s always sat just a little oddly. However, reading up on it and doing a little self-searching, there’s that comfort again. People like it because it makes them feel secure, not just because they’re all awful nasty perverts. And you know what? If at the end of the day, Greg makes someone feel good and nobody gets hurt, that’s what matters.

> Thick.

> Unless it absolutely makes him uncomfortable, nauseous, or it’s sprung on him at the last moment, Greg can and will try just about anything. He’ll go with the flow! Respect is the most important thing, especially respect as it regards sexual intimacy. His partners might be into odd stuff, but you know what? Greg says, hand me the stuffed octopus and light the blueberry-scented candles, because this stethoscope is about to find a new home in Space Butler Fucksworth.

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That said, these are just headcanons. Greg will be going into other forays and might be following different patterns, depending on the reader’s choices and what’s appropriate for the character. I’ll be gauging interest with some of the more ardent followers on Twitter/Tumblr as we go on.

Thank you for an interesting ask! Also these are all off the top of my head so, who the heck knows.

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART TWO: MEET & GREET

[Part One]

<< Text him and let him know you’re at the door. << Walk right on in! He’s probably ready. >> Knock politely, like a good boy.

He’ll appreciate that, right? After all, you’re a guest of sorts. Your knuckles make a quick rhythm on the door, and then you step back. You can’t help but put your hands in your pockets. That moment before a hookup is always a little strange unless they’re a repeat offender. And sometimes, those are the worst guys, the ones who want to hang around after like you’re just above friends but just below partners, homosexual limbo. What’ll this guy be? You don’t have any more time to think as you hear the footsteps and the door handle turning.

Of course he’s smiling as he opens the door. He stands aside, straightening up. Huh, he’s a little taller than you expected. He got dressed up for this, it seems, or at least he’s changed out of the jorts. A fresh pair of slacks don’t do much to hide the fact that he’s wearing white socks with it. Still, the shirt is nice, a short-sleeved button-down, a nice shade of presentable minty green. There’s still a little stiffness in the back of his hair from where he showered, probably just dry now. What are you, some kind of gay detective? He’s dressed up for you, and that’s all that matters.

“H-hey!” he says, straightening his back. “C’mon in, I bet it’s chilly out there.”

You thank him, and come into the hotel room. There’s not exactly a theme with something as commercial as this place, but it’s got abstract paintings, a nice big bed with the comforter taken off and folded, a giant TV, and...hm.

“Sorry, I hope you like a little, um, a little atmosphere,” he says, closing the door behind him with a click. “I forgot that most hotels have music channels. But I like the analog sound. Nobody really plays The Philosophy Majors anyway.”

Indie music is alright. The guitar’s got a soft noise, and it’s almost romantic in a way. The smirk in his pictures was enough to show that he’s got a nasty streak in his own way, unless that was a front. From the look of things, though, he’s just trying to be accommodating. On the writing desk, there’s an partially open travel bag, a jacket on the back of the chair pushed into it, and in the corner chair there’s a small backpack with a sleeve hanging out of it. Looks like he’s spending the night regardless of whether or not you stay through it all. There’s plenty to do in the city, you guess.

“Also, um, I’m Greg. Greg Universe. It’s good to meet you.”

You turn, and he’s got a hand extended. He’s making eye contact, too. Wow, he really is personable. This whole setup with the room and the music and the cleared bed for play? It wouldn’t be surprising if he offered room service after. With Greg’s hand out and ready for you, there’s really only one thing to do, right?

>> Give him a hearty handshake and tell him your name! >> Go for a big hug! He’s friendly enough to appreciate it. >> Pull him in for a kiss! Show him what you want.

[Voting is over! > PART THREE]

[a-night-with-mr-greg]

PART THREE: CONTACT

[Part 2]

<< Give him a hearty handshake and tell him your name! >> Go for a big hug! He’s friendly enough to appreciate it. << Pull him in for a kiss! Show him what you want.

With a little push forwards, you’re in his arms. Or rather, he’s in yours. There’s a lot of man to go around here, but somehow you manage. And he’s exactly what you hoped he’d be. Your chin barely reaches above his shoulder, and your hands are straining to get around his torso all the way. Greg makes that surprised dad sound, somewhere between a grunt and a gasp, and you’re sure you’ve heard it before but you’re not sure from where. It’s not until his arms awkwardly come around you too that you realize how much belly there really is. It’s just like how you imagined it would be from the one naughty photo. The shirt is nice and soft, barely containing the skin and muscle underneath. When you breathe in, you can smell the fresh fabric, and the remnant of the hotel soap.

Greg laughs a little after the moment’s passed, but he doesn’t let go. The awkward chuckle is as much of a transition from the handshake as he can make it, some semblance of connectivity. Right before the twinge of queer embarrassment comes to your cheeks, though, the arms squeeze just a little harder. His chest rises underneath you, and he lets out a deep but quiet sigh. 

“I know the feeling, kid,” he murmurs. “Been a long time since I’ve been with someone like this. I haven’t even... Yeah. Been a long time.”

You know the feeling, you say. Oh, right, the hug. And, of course, you tell him your name, just so you’re on the same ground. Before you can apologize for coming on too strong, the arms tighten again. 

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you. H-heh, sorry if I get a little nervous. I’m usually not up for this sort of thing! But now’s the right time, I guess.”

The right time?

“My kid’s moved out, got a new job, just need some peace in my life,” Greg murmurs. “And I guess a little romance. Or lovemaking. Listen to me, I sound like I’m a prude. We didn’t really have the apps and stuff when I was your age.”

You’re not exactly eighteen anymore, which you’re quick to remind Greg of, and the man chuckles again, shaking his head. Both of you have seen the kind of young people on that website. They’re not quite great at navigating the ins and outs of social graces. To their credit, though, you’re not that far removed. Old enough for an apartment, but young enough to be called ‘kid’ by the man holding you. 

It’s nice just to hug for a bit. You resist the chill of comfort that threatens to make you shudder in his arms. You don’t even want to think about the last guy you tried hooking up with. Talk about disappointment... But Greg’s different, definitely friendlier, definitely broader, definitely stroking your back, definitely moving his left hand to your shoulder as his right plays with the hem of your shirt.

“Tell me if you need me to stop.”

Even though you’re not a musician, you know a tonal change when you hear one. His whole chest is resonant now, husky and full. The flirtatious man on the messenger was hinting at a man like this behind the words, but in practice, your breath is caught in your chest. Greg’s holding you like he’s been doin this every day, like he knows your body already. It’s crazy, but you’re starting to get the feeling that despite his dry spell he’s more experienced than he’s letting on. He breathes in against the side of your head as his hand slides under to the small of your back, warm fingers, a burning palm against your spine. As Greg starts rubbing your back, there’s only one thing you can do...

>> Wait and let him explore your body, be patient and see where he goes. >> Turn your head and initiate that first kiss. >> Get busy with your own hands and ask about his last time.

[Voting is over! > PART FOUR]