3 (1) Broken rules

Brandon's pov

Night time already. I can already tell tonight will be a great one. All the lights everywhere, everyone ready to go party, perfect. Well, I'll do that but not necessarily to party.

Sometimes some people may ask don't I get tired of having sex every single day? Nah, not really. I call it having good stamina. I'm still young, I have a long way to go, why not waste it now, while I still have it?

I don't actually do a whole lot during the day, other than recovering from my past one-night stands and going to my stupid cashier job, nothing stands out.

If I had the chance I would give up that job but if I did, then I wouldn't be able to pay rent and that's just not happening to me.

I just do the same goddamn thing over and over again. Recover from my past one-night stands, work, eat my meals, spend the night at the gay bar, one-night stand and sleep over and over again.

I get inside the bar. As always I'm one of the first ones in. I spot immediately Brent, the only barman. I always know that sense his shift is always when I come in.

"Hey!" I say smiling at Brent as I stop in front of the bar table, as soon as I do, he stops talking to another guy.

"Oh hey, Bran! Didn't see you come in!" He says a bit surprised but he smiles.

"Oh yeah? You busy with all those guys?" I say a bit louder with the loud music and I swear I notice the guys nearby glancing at us.

"Nah, I'm just serving the drinks of the guys you know? Not my fault they love how handsome I am. But what about you? You're in for another full night of fun?" He smirks.

"Yeah! What about you? Planning to go for one of those guys tonight?" I smirk.

"What? Dude, I'm working." He says a bit appalled at my idea.

"Come on dude, we're literally in a gay bar, there's no way you don't get laid, besides if I remember well, you once ditched your work for me, I guess you could do it for someone else am I right?" I smirk amused.

"Argh, why do you gotta be like that Bran?" He smiles a bit frustrated.

"Same old, same old. I never change, as you say." I chuckle.

"Yeah true. How was your little date yesterday?" Date? Has he lost it? I don't do dates.

"Oh, stop it with that, last night was just another fun time with a guy, and besides you know I don't do dates," I say a bit annoyed but I keep my cool.

"I'll never get why you can't call them a date. That guy yesterday was cute." He says a bit bothered but he maintains his cheerful tone.

"Sure he was. What about it?" I say nonchalantly but confused about what game he's playing.

"Ah nothing, I thought he was different that's all..." He says suddenly bothered.

"Hm? Why do you say that?" I ask a bit curious.

"Well...I thought he would..." My curiosity vanishes in an instant for something else.

"Quit it," I say growing annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah sorry. I got a bit ahead of myself. A martini for you?" He puts on a smile but I know he's strangely bothered and I don't know why.

"Yep, as always."

"One martini coming right up!" He says smiling.

While he makes my martini, I look around to try and find my prey for tonight. At first, everyone seemed bland, but I settled on a short guy. He looked attractive enough for my taste.

I get up from the stool but I get stop in my tracks.

"Woah, dude you're already ditching me for your man?"

"He's not my man. You should know that."

"Yeah, I know but what about your martini?"

"Oh yeah, give me," I say almost having forgotten I even ordered a drink, I'm way more interested in my next interest.

"Here" He hands my martini but I leave it there.

"You know what? I changed my mind, I'll come back from my martini later." I say and his smile grows wider.

"Found someone of your taste?" He smirks.

"Yeah,"

"Then go for it, I'll take the drink or maybe some other guy will take it, martinis are quite popular among this crowd." He smiles and I smile too.

"Yeah, it is,"

"But anyways go have fun!" He says cheerfully and I smile.

"Oh yes, I will!" I smile excited for tonight.

I go in the direction of that certain guy. I wonder why he is all alone. I'm surprised no guy has noticed him yet. Eh, must be because it's too early.

"Hey, cutie" I smile brightly.

"Oh hey.." He says awkwardly.

"What are you doing all alone?"

"Ah, I was just having some fun, dancing to this tune."

I figure that he might like the song that's blasting through the speakers. Not my taste but that doesn't matter.

"Oh? You like the music?"

"Yeah, I like the beat of it."

"You've got some nice moves there." He chuckles and flushes a bit.

"I would like to say the same about you too but it seems like you aren't a dancer." He smiles a bit disappointed and I smile charmingly.

"Oh? Are you challenging me? I'll show you some moves?" I smirk.

"Oh yeah?" He smiles interested.

I start moving to the beat and then I show him some rather attractive moves.

Others look at me but I could not care less, for now, my eyes are on this guy right in front of me.

"You're better than I thought. You've got some moves too." He smiles and licks his lip slightly.

"Impressed? I can do even better, want to join me?" I smirk challenged and he smiles and swoons over.

"Yeah, gladly."

Then we both start moving to the beat of the music. After a few short seconds, I surprise the guy by being particularly close to him, surrounding him and he grows closer too.

We closely surround each other as we move to the beat of the music enjoying ourselves. Then, I make my move and grab his hips surprising him but he quickly gets used to it as he slowly moves to the beat of the music sensually, tempting me.

As we increased our moves, we gave a show, and it didn't take long for everyone in the bar to look at us, completely in awe at our close tantalizing sexy moves. Not everyone could put it off. It's fun though that I can because not only is it fun, it's a way to attract guys.

"Gosh, you're so good at this." He says a bit breathless but he smiles.

"I could say the same about you." He smiles.

"I wasn't expecting to do this with a guy tonight."

"Guess I'm full of surprises." He smiles.

"You definitely are."

We continue dancing close to each other. I'm almost tempted to get rid of my shirt to make it even more tantalizing but I decide not to.

Just my way of showing my moves is enough to leave to the imagination. I don't need a long line of guys dying to have me, especially not those old geysers.

"Woooo, let's go! Go on! Continue!" We hear loud cheers through the music of other guys.

How pleasant is it to hear the other guys cheering for us? I'm very pleased.

We go at it a while longer but eventually, we get a bit tired.

"Wanna take a break and take a drink?"

"Yeah, I would like that." He says breath breathless and appearing a bit sweaty.

"We're making too much of a show." I smile pleased.

"Yeah..."

For a second there I could feel him disappointed but I don't push it.

"Um, actually I'll go to the restroom."

"Ok," I simply say as we part ways.

I walk off to the bar stool and sit down on one.

"I'm back. One martini."

"You two made quite a show out there. Who did you want to impress that much?"

"No one in particular."

"Sure you didn't. You always do those things anyway. At this rate, you could get rid of your shirt. You're so sweaty from all that sweating that everyone can see your chest." I laugh.

"Really? If it bothers them that much then that's their loss right?"

"Definitely! You are one privileged man Brandon!"

"I agree with that. Not everyone gets to have my goods and have them all for them too."

"That makes it unfair but I won't complain when I have a six-pack." He flexes and then he pulls off his shirt enough to see his obvious 6 pack.

"Oh, you fucker! You don't need to show it off!"

"Are you still jealous that I have a six-pack and you don't?" He smirks.

"As if! My body is way more liked than yours anyway!" I defend myself proudly.

"Sure it is. I won't argue with that." He chuckles.

"Giving up so easily bartender?" I smirk.

"That's not called giving up, it's called stating the truth."

"Good to know we both agree. Now give me my martini!"

"Here, I was too bothered thinking about what my six-pack could have like effect on guys."

"Sometimes I don't get why you don't try to get some!"

"Not everyone is like you Bran!"

"Sex is life!"

"Sure it is but you know that I'm not only looking for that."

"Yeah, I know, old ass."

"Old ass?! I'm not even 25 yet!" He says faking his outrage and I laugh.

"Imma get going now. Got a guy to tend!"

Brent playfully rolls his eyes. I go towards the restroom while holding my martini. I wait towards the restroom and while I do I take a few sips of my martini. Luckily I'm relieved to see the guy from earlier come out no longer after.

"Hey, I'm back." He looks around for the voice settles his eyes on me and approaches me.

"I can see that. You chummy with the bartender?" He looks at my martini and he raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah, I know him. I'm a regular here."

"Oh really? Should I come here more often?"

"No need for that when you have the deal right in front of you." He smirks.

"Are you inviting me for something?"

"Sure I am. Do you know what I want to do to you?" I tease and smirk.

"No?" He smiles letting me on. I choose to whisper in his ear.

"You may have not realized but you are really tempting. You make me want to devour you." He blushes crimson red.

"Devour me? You have naughty thoughts."

I'm about to say more but I feel a presence behind me. I turn around and I notice the guy from yesterday. Huh? What is he doing here...? My eyes do a double-take once I notice what he's wearing. Oh, gosh! Why is he dressed like that?! But ugh...why did he show up uninvited like that?

The other guy noticed him too and he frowns but doesn't comment on it, treating him as if he were no one, good. But seriously what is he doing here?! I have to confront him. He can't possibly go around in that...and with such a delicious scent...What cologne does he have on...?

"What are you doing here? Don't you see I'm busy?" Sh*t, I don't want to give off a bad impression.

"Um...I wanted to see you again.." He admits shyly and the other guy frowns growing annoyed.

"What?" I ask confused.

"You could've told me before that you already had a toy to play with." The other guy says sharply and I panic idiotically.

"No don't leave! That's not what you're thinking!"

"It's fine. I'm not mad, you already got another guy. Have fun!"

And the guy leaves. Fuck, why did he have to ruin my plan!?

I look back at the guy from yesterday and I'm finding it hard to keep my composure...His outfit is begging to be explored...It's so bold and tempting...This isn't the same guy from yesterday at all but why do I kinda dig this...Argh, I can't let this win me over!

"What are you doing here?" I say harshly hiding how I'm getting turned on by him.

"Like I said...I wanted to see you again.." He says shyly a bit upset.

"Huh...you thought last night wasn't a one-time thing?" His eyes widen but he slightly recomposes himself.

"I...I know but...I wanted to do..it again." Did I hear that right?

But oh god...how can I take him seriously when he looks this hot...Even better than yesterday...Argh! Why is he making this harder than it should be!?

"It's fine it was my fault. I think I didn't make it clear enough. Last night was only a one-night thing. I don't ever want to see you again." I say harshly betraying my growing interest in him but I get surprised when suddenly the guy seems tearful and he looks away.

Argh, why does seeing him in this state make me feel bad for saying this? I've done it plenty of times before why does seeing him sad make me pity him? Argh, what is wrong with me?!