Everything stopped.

Nate could no longer hear the music above the blood rushing past his ears. The people dancing around them fell away. There was only Bailey’s lips under his. The warmth of his skin beneath Nate’s hand.

He was kissing Bailey Alexander.

With that thought, he suddenly realized what he had done. A pang of panic sliced through his chest, leaching all feeling from his hands. It was a miracle that the beer bottle did not shatter to the ground.

In shock, Nate yanked his head back and tried to take a few steps away. But Bailey was still leaning against him, and they were still holding hands. So, he came along, as well.

Nate’s shoulder knocked someone else, and instantly the room existed again. The person he bumped into spun to look, and Nate stammered an apology. He tried to tug his hand away from Bailey, but Bailey’s fingers were clamped around his in a death grip. One that began tugging him across the room again.

Oh, Christ. Bailey was going to kill him. He accepted his fate and chugged the rest of his beer as Bailey led them outside, around the side of the building, and to one the doors on the back of the building. Nate watched in befuddlement as Bailey shoved a key into the door handle, then let them through into a bathroom.

“What the hell?” Nate muttered as Bailey flicked the light on.

“It’s an employee bathroom, so they don’t have to deal with the nastiness and the line in the public bathroom,” Bailey explained as he slammed the door shut. “But nobody uses it except on weekends.”

“And you have the key because…?”

“I worked here last summer as a barback.” Then he slid the deadbolt shut, and Nate’s heart stopped.

“Bailey, I…”

Bailey did not give him a chance to speak. Instead, he spun them to reverse their places and shoved Nate back against the door. Nate let out a winded breath as Bailey plastered himself against his front and kissed him again. Not just a quick press of lips like on the dance floor. His head tilted, his lips parted, and he touched Nate’s chest.

Nate fumbled with the beer bottle, reaching out blindly to put it into the sink with a clatter. Then he stuck his hands up the back of Bailey’s shirt to feel his back. Bailey gasped when Nate’s palm, cold from holding the beer, touched him. Nate took the opportunity to lick into his mouth.

Bailey’s muscles shifted under Nate’s hands when his arms wrapped around Nate’s neck for support as he stood on his tiptoes to press closer. It felt so fucking good to hold him—no elbow jabs or ball taps or struggling, just pressing as close as they could get. Nate dropped one hand to his ass and squeezed, something which had always been one thousand percent forbidden. He groaned because it felt just as thick as it looked. His other hand dropped down as well, and he massaged and squeezed through his jeans.

Bailey’s moan vibrated against his lips, sending shivers down his spine and molten arousal through his veins.

He used his grip under Bailey’s butt, hands spread wide, to draw him closer and hike him up off his feet while taking a few steps toward the opposite wall. Bailey made a punched-out sound as he clung to Nate’s shoulders and wrapped his legs around his hips. When his shoulders smacked into the wall, he moaned again.

This position also pressed the hard line of his cock against Nate’s abdomen. Desire cracked through Nate, a buzz settling deep into his bones and urging him to bury his fingers into Bailey’s clothes and tear them off his body. Instead, he dragged his nose along Bailey’s cheek and murmured against his temple, “You’re so hard for me.”

Bailey’s entire body reacted to Nate’s words, hips tilting and back arching as he used his shoulder blades for leverage to grind against Nate’s navel. Nate shoved him harder into the wall, giving him something solid to press against. His fingers scrambled across Nate’s shoulders, catching the collar of his shirt. And the only sound he seemed to be able to make, aside from gasping for air, was a strangled hhng.

Nate pulled back to look at him because if he sounded like that, he must look like a wet dream. And he did. His pink hair was a tousled halo around his erotic face. A blotchy flush had risen in his cheeks, and the tip of his nose was reddened from nuzzling against Nate’s as they kissed and necked. His swollen, spit-slick lips hung open, panting. Bright arousal glowed in his eyes, which landed on Nate’s for only a moment before dropping to his mouth. Then he leaned forward and fit their lips together again.

“Think you could fuck me like this?” Bailey gasped against his mouth. His hands roamed Nate’s shoulders and arms, squeezing and petting the bulging muscles. “You strong enough to lift me up and fuck me against the wall?”

Nate groaned and dropped his forehead to Bailey’s shoulder. “No condom.”

Because of all the things he had realistically expected to come out of tonight, this was not one of them. And he’d felt stupid and presumptuous when he thought to grab one from his dresser earlier. So, he had not grabbed one. Now, he just felt stupid.

Bailey giggled and squirmed, making Nate nearly drop him. “I’ve got one. Let me down.”

Nate kind of never wanted to do that, but if it meant he could put himself inside of Bailey, he would make the sacrifice. Gingerly, he lowered Bailey to the ground, and as soon as his hands were free, they flew to his fly. He let out a sigh of relief when his cock released from the awkward confines of his jeans, and he could give it a few strokes.

“Damn, daddy,” Bailey moaned. Nate flushed in surprise and embarrassment at both the name and the open appreciation in Bailey’s eyes as he stared at Nate’s cock. The little ego stroke drew warm pleasure down his spine until it pooled in his navel and made his cock grow rigid in his hand. Bailey smirked.

“Wanna see something really slutty?” he quipped. Then he dropped to his knees on the bathroom floor and slipped the condom out of the packet to place it vertically in the round shape of his mouth. With that little smirk still curving the corners of his lips and eyes, he ducked forward and began rolling the condom over Nate’s cock with terrible little teasing stroked of his lips.

This was obscene behavior. Nate was not sure he had any blood left in his body to rush to his pulsing dick, especially when Bailey started rolling the condom over the last few inches, which made the head nudge at the back of his throat, and then press past the tight clutch of his gag reflex.

The sink creaked beneath Nate’s grip as Bailey gagged, body convulsing and eyes rolling back as they filled with tears. But he just stilled for a moment, composed himself, then nudged the final bit of the condom over Nate’s cock where it met with the curls of his pubic hair. Then he bobbed a few times for good measure before pulling off and wiping his mouth, eyes shiny with tears and glowing with pride.

Nate growled. “Clothes off.”

Laughter peeled out of Bailey as he got back up on his feet, interrupted by a momentary hiss of discomfort when he straightened his knees. He was not moving fast enough for Nate, who reached to undo his fly. Bailey let him have his way, turning his attention to peppering his neck and shoulders with kisses.

Nate only managed to get one leg of Bailey’s pants off before he deemed his state of undress good enough, then he spit on his fingers and shoved them between the globes of his ass to prod at his rim. He was soft and shaved and opened easily beneath Nate’s fingers. A little bit more spit, three fingers stretched, and Nate hauled him back up against the wall.

“You’re really going to fuck me like this?” Bailey clung to Nate’s shoulders and wrapped his legs around Nate’s hips again. In answer, Nate reached under them to line himself up, then slowly fucked up into him. Bailey melted into putty, his head lolling back against the wall, whimpers spilling from his parted lips, and his fingers twisting in the hair at the base of Nate’s neck.

“You can go a little rougher,” he whined, trying and failing to get any kind of leverage from his position.

Nate was suddenly transported back to his dream, where Bailey taunted him to go harder. The blood dripping from his nose. The matching blood on Nate’s knuckles. In one hell of a mind-fuck, Nate’s cock pulsed inside of Bailey at the thought, and he shoved himself the last few inches inside, balls deep.

Bailey’s nails dragged harshly across Nate’s shoulders. He whined, high and breathy, “Yeah, please.”

“You want it rough?” Nate asked, just to confirm because he needed to make sure it was really Bailey, not some kind of echo of his fucked-up subconscious asking for that.

“Yeah,” Bailey nodded his head up and down furiously, “Make me feel it for days. Come on, Daddy.”

Nate snarled and adjusted his stance so he could fuck brutally up into Bailey, punching shocked little gasps and shouts out of him.

“Shh,” he huffed, barely able to get the words out because of his exertion. His thighs were already aching, but Bailey was so, so hot around his cock and felt so, so good in his arms that his muscles would literally have to give out for him to stop. “The whole bar is going to hear you.”

Bailey panted silently for all of three seconds before wailing when Nate thrust at a particularly good angle. Nate chuffed out a breathless laugh and leaned forward to press their lips together. Bailey was way into that, moaning enthusiastically and sucking on his tongue, but it was not really sustainable because Nate needed to breathe too badly.

“Bailey, be quiet,” he hissed, still not slowing his pace. Bailey’s eyes rolled up, and he decided to fix the problem by taking his hands off Nate’s shoulders so he could slap one hand over his mouth and wrap the other around his cock.

“That’s it.” Nate leaned back a bit to change the angle, though it made his abs ache sharply, He watched in satisfaction as a muffled moan ripped through all of Bailey’s body, his trembling thighs squeezing on either side of Nate’s hips. It was unfathomably sexy that Bailey was just putting all his trust into Nate that he would hold him up. “You like that? You like that I can just lift you up and down on my cock like this?”

Bailey’s hand flew from his mouth to scrabble at Nate’s chest. “I’m gonna…”

“Yeah?” Nate snarled, “You’re gonna come from this?”

“Uh-huh,” Bailey stripped his hand over his cock. Nate’s muscles were on the verge of giving out, screaming with protest in a symphony of sharp aches that were the culmination of working out far too hard for three days straight and then doing this. Plus, his lungs were about to collapse. But if Bailey was close, he could push it just a little longer.

And oh, was it worth it. Bailey’s fingers curled into a fist against his chest, and his head smacked back into the wall, teeth bared as he came with his body locked around Nate’s, holding his breath and trembling through it. Nate stilled, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

He felt like he had just gone several rounds in the boxing ring.

Eventually, the last little blurt of Bailey’s cum landed across the back of his hand, and he relaxed with a sigh. Nate pulled out and lowered him to his legs, his entire body shaking from the effort.

“Fuck,” Bailey opened his eyes lazily and petted Nate’s chest. “That was…wow.”

He was trembling, too, from his orgasm more than anything else. His eyes landed on Nate’s cock, which stood painfully erect still. “Wow,” he whispered again before turning and straddling the toilet, bracing one elbow on the tank and reaching back to part his ass and show off his swollen, red rim.

“Come on,” he murmured. “I want you to shoot inside of me.”

“Fuck,” Nate groaned. He repositioned himself, spit a few times on Bailey’s hole, massaged the saliva inside of him, and then pressed them together again. With his hands on Bailey’s hips and his head thrown back, he fucked long and hard until his orgasm crept over him, and he filled the condom with a grunt.

Bailey panted into his arms, his head hung low, his torso heaving, and sweat beading the dips in his lower back. Nate thrust a little bit, enjoying the tight heat pressing against his pulsing aftershocks. He mindlessly pushed Bailey’s sweaty shirt a little higher so he could look at the dragon tattoo, tracing his fingertips over the stark linework. Bailey shivered at the light touch.

“Tickles,” he complained, then straightened up and nudged Nate out of him with a relieved sigh.

Nate was speechless. He stared down at Bailey’s bare ass and his own wrapped condom, creamy with cum, as though he had never seen anything like it before. Mechanically, he slid the condom off and tied it up. Bailey pulled his pants back on. Their breaths began to slow.

Bailey laughed, rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his palm. “Wow.”

“Um.” Nate desperately cast about for a thread of thought in his broken brain but came up empty-handed. Bailey patted around in his jeans, seemingly unaware of Nate’s dumbstruck state. He pulled out a little red Altoids tin and held it up triumphantly.

“Wanna smoke?”

Nate did not need to scatter his thoughts any more than they already were. He began to shake his head but stopped because he wanted to spend more time with Bailey. This had been a mindfuck that he was going to need to unpack in front of a punching bag at the gym, but he knew for a fact that he had enjoyed it and did not want it to end.

“I’ll join you,” he said gruffly, “but I don’t want to smoke.”

“Fair enough.” Bailey shrugged. He checked to make sure they were both zipped back up, pausing to reach up on tiptoes to brush Nate’s hair into submission like it was the most routine action in the world, and then opened the door.

Nate stood there while Bailey held the door expectantly, unsure whether he could step through the threshold and go outside. This bathroom had come to feel like an alternate universe, where Bailey was pliant and begging and called him Daddy, for God's sake. He never wanted to leave.

But he followed Bailey anyway because the boy had managed to clasp a collar around his neck and clip a leash to it.