“I don’t like that at all.” I muscled out then from between my tight lips, again shaking my head a little.

“Your dick jumped in my hand when I called you freaky,” He purred, which was true, I guess, “You want it.”

“Nope.” I said back fast, shaking my head, “I don’t like this. This is wrong. God doesn’t like it when to guys do this.”

“God can’t see under the bar.” He said in a teasing tone as he rubbed at my dick through my pants, “This bar is God proof.”

“Th-” My dick twitched as his strong grip rubbed me in...all the right ways. Oh my God, his fingers were strong. “That’s not true. I don’t consent!” I said loudly, looking around but seeing that everyone was pointedly not paying attention. Fuck! I remembered what they taught us in school about sexually aggressive novus and swallowed thickly as he purred in my ear something filthy about how he’d use his tongue to taste me everywhere. I reached down and put my hand on where his was trying to stroke my dick through my pants, turning my head to meet his yellow, half glazed over gaze. “No.” I said firmly, not reacting when he traced the tip of his tongue along my upper lip, his cigarette hanging dangerously on his bottom lip. The lights in the club put on a colorful show over his face, his pupils having swallowed nearly all the yellow in them.

I could let him have his way with me.

I could.

I kinda wanted to, but the fear of my Dad finding out was far greater than my desire to see just how badly he wanted to impress me with his...strong, skilled hands and teasing, devilish tongue.

So - “I don’t consent to your behavior.” I said in the same firm tone, my eyes widening with purpose.

After a beat he stilled, his hand slowing it’s firm, hard rubbing of my now half hard dick. He pulled his tongue, sticking out to touch my upper lip, slowly back into his mouth and he held my gaze. He then leaned back an inch and stared at me before the hand on my groin slid to fan out over my stomach, Tosser taking a drag from his cigarette before he blew sideways. “Tell you what...I’m going to drag you into a booth and jerk you off whether you like it or not, that way your God can’t say you had a choice. After that, it’s up to you. Stay and let me buy you a drink, show you an even better time – the kind of experience that will flash before your eyes when your on your deathbed - or leave. Either way, I’m going to jerk you off.”

My dick jumped at that, and even though his hand was no longer on it, he gaze me a sort of smile that said he knew.

My annoyed look smoothed away and eye eyed him. “And you promise I won’t ever see you again?” I demanded.

He growled and dragged me away from the bar suddenly, pulling me away by the back of my jacket to drag me through the crowd, everyone moving to clear a path. I struggled but it was completely useless, and I was partially completely, devastatingly turned on by it, but also partially annoyed.

“Keep fighting me,” He said around his cigarette, taking quick drags and letting out puffs of smoke. “It’s gets me so hot.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that!” I snapped.

“Your church allows swearing?!” He said with a lifted eyebrow, sounding almost interested. I gave him an annoyed look and he grinned, which I hated to admit made him look very handsome. You didn’t even really see how badly his face was scared when he smiled like that. You just saw teeth and eyes and dimples. “Hm,” He hummed as he pulled me down a dark hallway, where there was moaning and laughter coming out of various closed paper doors.

And boy oh boy, we were in it now!

It was like Sodom and Gomorrah on a Tuesday night in here!

God didn’t have any blind spots and I was in the fucking spotlight!

When he got to on open doorway he tried to drag me in but I grabbed onto the door frame, holding on with all of my strength while he pulled on me briefly, quickly wrapping his arms around me. I wasn’t scared, though.

If anything this felt more like a child’s game then anything threatening, but still, it was hard to fight the instinct to deny my desire, especially one I had been told for years was perverse, right from when I first told my parents about it when I was ten.

Mostly though, I was just annoyed that out of all the novus that had to be attracted to me, it had to be stupid Tosser, who was a Thunder Gals fan when the best football team were clearly the Tornad-Does.

If we didn’t even share the same taste in sports teams, what kind of foundation was that? Yes he was a man, and yes he might be able to get me off, but when we were both old, what was there if not friendship and shared likes?

But maybe that wasn’t even something I had to worry about, since Tosser wasn’t likely to live to see forty.

Few MAN, even when mated, did unless they left their position.

When I kicked at him, refusing to let go of the doorway, he suddenly slid ups hands up to grab under my armpits and quickly tickled me.

I squawked loudly, releasing the wall reflexively.

Darn!

He tossed me like I was nothing over to where there was a couch and I hit it before I fell off the floor. “I thought you were supposed to handle your mates gently!” I shouted from the floor, slapping the front of the couch.

He snapped the thin door closed, grinning around his cigarette as he said “Mates?! Already?!” He cried out gleefully.

I growled and kicked at him as he came over, his hands slapping at my legs and my own hands when I tired to slap him away in return. He then grabbed onto one of my pant leg with one hand, the front of my shirt with the other, and lifted me off the ground to drop me on the couch.

I kicked at him, Tosser grabbing my leg to push it aside before he jumped on me I struggled, trying to push him off as he grinned wickedly around the cigarette that clung to his bottom lip for dear life.

I rolled us but I think he let me and I was thrilled, thinking I could get the upper hand just once against the MAN, but then he rolled us back and I was right back to where I was. He pinned my wrists above my head, and suddenly rolled his body so that his hips ground down into mine very, very purposefully. I kicked my legs up to wrap them around his waist keeping one there before I pulled the other back against my chest and suddenly kicked slammed into the couch, using my legs on his hips to roll us again.

He laughed, holding his cigarette between his teeth as I got back on top of him, my wrists still in his hands. To my annoyance he kept rolling us until we hit the closed door, and then he rolled us three times until I was right back where I started.

“I like you, church mouse – you’re a lot of fun!” He laughed around his cigarette.

“Get off of me!” I snapped.

“I think you misspoke – you said get off me but actually meant get me off – or at least, you cock is telling me that with how swollen it is against me,” He teased.

I was flustered by that, because he was right, and I was finding all this horsing around way to much fun, but I didn’t need him throwing that in my face when I was clearly struggling with all this happening way to fast. “I DO NOT CONSENT!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, right into his grinning face.

The door opened to our little room then and we both froze.

A man in a security shirt stared at us, Tosser slowly turning his face to stare at him. There was probably two heart beats that passed before the security guard suddenly snapped the door closed again and I sighed hard, Tosser looking back to me. “I love doing that.” He said around his cigarette.

“What happens if they come at you?” I scowled.

His cigarettes sizzled as it reached the filter and he spit it aside without turning his face. “I remind them who in the peacekeepers is all bark, and whose all bite.” He said, a long grin stretching across his face, showing off his big sharp teeth. I thought about all those stories I heard about him getting angry and biting other peacekeepers, especially in the shoulder, and suddenly my skin was prickling with sweat. He swooped down and kissed me then and I tensed, frozen in place as as kissed me softly.

My lips tightened as he continued to kiss me, unbothered, and I tried to figure out how much I was going to commit to this. I had been willing to do a little kissing tonight, so...I mean...I guess if God really didn’t want me to kiss Tosser, he’d send me a sign of some sort.

“Come on,” Tosser sang against my mouth. I shook my head a little before I tried to relax my mouth, Tosser humming and smiling as he gave my lips short kisses. “You can do it!”

I groaned and forced my mouth to open and he took that opportunity to slid his tongue into my mouth.

And I gagged.

I shoved his tongue out of my mouth with mine, “You taste like an ash tray, gross!” I complained, “Gross!”

“Bet your dick won’t mind how my tongue tastes.” He said as he released my wrists to reach down and hold onto my hips.

“My private parts prefer mouths that aren’t used in anger on other people,” I snapped, grabbing his the fabric on his shoulders to push him down hard.

“Is that what your private parts said to you?” He teased as he slid down my body, his gaze on mine. “Because if so, your private parts are as bad of a liar as your mouth is.” He said as he suddenly yanked my pants down my hips, so fast it only burned the skin they were yanked down a little.

I jerked at the feeling of the cold floor against my ass, opening my mouth to snap that I didn’t want to be on a dirty floor, but I choked when he swallowed my cock whole and I blew out a raspberry, covering my face with my hand, patting the top of his head because…

Alright.

This was progress.

This wasn’t so bad at all.

At least, it wouldn’t have been bad if he wasn’t so noisy.

He made the most obscene noises around me, slurping and sucking and moaning and -”you are disgusting,” I groaned, “Can you not do that quietly?” That only seemed to make it worse, Tosser humming a popular song while he bobbed his head while I twitched and jerked in his mouth, my body so hot from his mouth, his tongue – his hands, sliding up my body to pull my hands away from my face so he could stare up at me and I was made to watch him. I groaned and sat up on my elbows, huffing and puffing as I started to move my hips to pump up into his mouth as he slowly bobbed on my cock, my head falling back as heat washed down my body, tightening in my core.

God, I had jerked off, and I had rubbed against my mattress sometimes, but this was so good, so amazing, so hot.

It wasn’t just his mouth, or the noises he was making, it was his hands under my shirt, one holding onto my side, fingers scratching lightly against the back of my ribs, his other hand stroking at my stomach where I feel the heat growing, tightening, fluttering with each stroke of his long fingers against my flesh.

I groaned, grimacing as I held his gaze, his eye mischievous but also sharp in a way that males his age, unmated, didn’t always have, most taking a whole bunch of drugs to keep alive. His gaze had been kind of glazed over at the bar, but not anymore.

Tosser looked so alive in that moment, and felt alive, and I felt so alive, and-

“Ahhhh, ah!” I groaned, screwing my eyes closed and dropping my head back as he sucked.

And sucked.

And suuuuuuucked, all the muscles in my pelvis feeling like they were being pulled and tightened through my dick by his mouth.

“Fffff-” anything I wanted to said was lost when I started to thrust into his mouth, and that was it – I came hard, panting as I strained to push further up into his wet, needy mouth as he continued humming, what I was nearly sure was the Victorian national anthem. I think every single muscle in my body tensed as I rode out the orgasm that seemed like it was being forced to last but his eager mouth and tongue and then finally, when I was spent, well and truly, I fell back against the floor, not caring if it was dirty.

He pulled off of me with a wet pop, licking his lips before he pulled the hand off of my ribs and out from under my shirt to reach into one of the pockets of his pants, sticking a new cigarette in his mouth before he looked up my body at me, sitting up.