Warnings: Public sex, frottage, dry humping, drunk sex, coming in pants.
Words: 1,041
Tommy’s head was spinning. The alcohol hadn’t seemed like a lot when he was drinking it, but it was catching up to him now. The noise and lights of the club were hurting his head, so he’d closed his eyes. His whole body felt warm as Charlie pressed closer to him. There wasn’t any space between them now, yet it still didn’t feel like they were close enough.
Tommy was caught in between Charlie and the wall, choosing to curl himself tighter around Charlie. His arms around his throat and his legs around his waist tugged him closer, Charlie going easily. His hips rocked against Tommy, moreso rubbing than thrusting now that they were so close.
Neither had expected things to lead here when they first agreed to go out. It had started innocently enough, both talking about different experiences they had. Tommy had far less to share and ended up not able to relate to the experience of going to a club. Charlie didn’t particularly enjoy going to them, but he’d offered to take Tommy to one to try it out. He’d taken Charlie up on the offer quickly, curious about what it would be like. Even if he didn’t enjoy it, at least he could say he tried and maybe have a funny story to tell.
The club itself had been fine enough. Drinks were expensive and the music was too loud, but he had fun with Charlie. They’d laughed and shared drinks, eventually ending up dancing to a few songs. They were off rhythm, but it didn’t matter. They were just having a good time and Tommy began thinking he might actually enjoy clubs after all. He wasn’t sure when things changed exactly, maybe it was a gradual shift that he didn’t even notice.
He didn’t know the exact steps that led them from dancing in the middle of the crowd to grinding against each other in a darkened corner, but he certainly didn’t mind it. Tommy groaned as he broke away from the kiss he was sharing with Charlie. Luckily, the noise couldn’t be heard over the music. He was sure the noise would be embarrassing. He felt embarrassing as he fell apart for Charlie, neither of their jeans even off.
Charlie took the opportunity to bury his face into Tommy’s neck, both of their skin warm and flushed. His hips rocked harder against Tommy, cock hard and straining against the front of his pants. Tommy could feel every inch of him and it drove him a bit insane. He thought about pulling Charlie out, being able to see him and actually touch his skin, but neither made a move to pull away enough to do that. Hopefully, they would do this again and Tommy would be able to explore in all the ways he wanted to.
For now, this was more than enough. He couldn’t imagine losing contact with Charlie for even a second. His own cock was painfully hard, his underwear and pants feeling far too tight. Every movement forced Charlie’s body and the fabric of his own underwear roughly against his sensitive skin. It was simultaneously too much and not enough all at once, and he was certain he’d never found anything else this hot.
Charlie seemed to be in a similar state and that did bring Tommy some comfort. Charlie was just as hard against him and Tommy could feel him groaning into his throat. One hand slid up to curl into Charlie’s hair, holding him closer. Tommy whined low in his throat with every particularly good roll of their hips. He tried to keep himself still, but it was hard not to squirm. He was finding himself overstimulated and desperate, despite the fact he hadn’t even come yet.
Neither seemed to be far from it, though. He imagined they could blame the alcohol for making them this desperate, but deep down, he knew it wasn’t completely to blame. He’d thought about Charlie before and he imagined he’d be just as ruined even without the drinks they had. He just hoped Charlie wouldn’t regret this once they were sober again. In the moment, Charlie didn’t seem like he’d regret it.
Charlie held Tommy’s hip tighter, hands surprisingly strong, and his movements began losing any rhythm they might have had. His movements were uneven and began faltering. Tommy laughed when he realized Charlie was even closer to the edge than he was. A sense of pride swelled in his chest at the idea that Tommy had reduced Charlie to this. His laugh was cut off by Charlie shifting the angle, applying more direct pressure to the head of Tommy’s cock. The new angle made him groan, thighs beginning to tremble a bit.
His head tilted back against the wall and he succumbed to the pleasure. He stopped trying to hang on, letting the pleasure overwhelm him. Surprisingly, Charlie still came first. There was a sharp moan that was close enough to Tommy’s ear that he could hear it over the music. He clung onto the sound, treasuring it. Hopefully, he could get a chance to hear all of Charlie’s sounds without anything blocking them out.
Charlie’s hips stilled for just a moment before he kept moving. Tommy whimpered at the feeling, realizing Charlie was likely overstimulating himself just to get him off. The thought of that sent pleasant shivers down Tommy’s spine and he wasn’t far behind Charlie. His orgasm hit him suddenly and hard, feeling unlike anything else he’d ever experienced. Almost immediately, he was becoming too sensitive. He shoved at Charlie and Charlie eased off of him, helping place Tommy back down on his feet. They were both shaky and trying to recover.
“Are you okay?” Charlie asked, leaning close enough for Tommy to hear him and Tommy nodded quickly. He was more than okay. “I think we should go soon,” Charlie told him and Tommy laughed.
He hadn’t even thought about the fact they’d have to walk through the crowd after this, both of them having come in their own jeans. The thought was mortifying, though the club was dark enough that it might go completely unnoticed. Even if it didn’t, Tommy thought it was worth it. Charlie was worth it.
