bsumone | ❝ Dancers come and go ❞

This felt like a young man who was gay but lacked experience or possibly was running from himself. This one was so unsure and yet still wanted to be here. John couldn't quite put his finger on the problem but he planned to help him feel amazing regardless. If ever there was anyone who knew their way around the male body it was him. That was for certain.

So, he returned the kiss and guided them over to the bed and away from the covered prying eyes of the world. As he moved him, he helped him out of his shirt, hands admiring the muscles he found beneath.

John had a good read on Simon. Any hesitation that came from him was ingrained. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be here. It certainly wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with this man he found wildly attractive. Oh, no, he wanted to be here, to be with John very much. Even if it was only for tonight.

Simon leaned in for that kiss, almost desperate for it. A quiet whine bubbled up from his throat as it continued. It was easy to let Jon guide him across the room. Simon simply didn’t have the confidence to take control like that. He wished he did but there’s too much in his mind to keep him from it. It was as bold as he could be to ask John to leave the club with him.

Oh, just because he lacks confidence doesn’t mean he’s not eager. The last thing Simon wanted was to be an unresponsive partner. With a few drinks in his system, it won’t be long until all his worries are buried under much more pleasant things.

Once his shirt was lifted over his head, Simon shook out his hair and offered a smile only a few degrees from shy. “Can I help you with your clothes?”

"You can."

Taking those hands, he guided them right to his own clothes, allowing his young companion to undress him as he wished to. A soft smile curled his lips as he watched him. The eagerness was attractive on him. A shame it seemed he needed a few drinks to make it come out.

"You can have whatever you want tonight."

Though Simon didn’t know it, he picked just the right partner. John likely had experience with men like him before: the sort of men who wanted, but for reasons various and sundry rarely acted on their want.

Simon’s breath hitched as his hands were guided to John’s clothes. There’s only second of hesitance before Simon curled his fingers into the hem of John’s shirt and tugged it gently up and over his head. Those dark eyes widened a fraction as the other man’s skin was revealed to his gaze for the first time. The shirt slipped from his fingers as he pressed his hands to John’s stomach, splaying his fingers and moved upward to his chest.

It was like there was a part of this one who wanted to come out. Who was tired of being held back. Yet he probably had to be. John watched him and let him explore, felt those hands moving over his well muscled form. Sure he was middle-aged but he kept good care of himself. Working out and eating the healthiest meals possible.

Giving a little smile, he cupped that chin and guided his face to look up at him before leaning down to press a kiss to his lips again.

It’s been such a long time since he left the people who hurt him and the places that remind him most keenly of that hurt behind. Even the vast expanse of years between then and now and Simon’s still trapped there. Less hesitant only because the deep loneliness he felt and a few drinks.

Well, that in addition to his very strong attraction to this stranger. Attraction that’s only growing the more time they spend together. Not only is John handsome and charming, but it felt like his control was subtle. Like he wasn’t going to make Simon feel like an inexperienced partner. He’s not wholly inexperienced, but John’s not doing anything to make him feel self-conscious about what he lacked.

Oh, but he melted into that kiss. Whatever worried that usually gnawed at him were quiet, easily forgotten as their lips met and Simon closed the distance between them. The skin-to-skin contact made him shiver and a quiet whine bubbled up in Simon’s throat.

He wasn't someone who slept with others outside of work. He simply wasn't. John wasn't even really someone who dated. Yet here he was drawn to this man in his arms, who was kissing and guiding onto his back so he could help rid them both of the rest of their clothes. Did some part of him care about this one? Odd if he did. That wasn't really his nature. At least if you asked him.

Pulling back from the kiss, he tossed clothes to the side then caught those lips with his own again. As he did, he guided him further up onto the bed to allow that pretty head to rest against the pillows. He would take him but he preferred to make his partners comfortable when he did.

Not being ones who dated was something they have in common. Simon kept himself busy to avoid those sorts of entanglements. But every now and then, where were nights like this spent in the arms of a stranger. It was easier that way — being with someone he need not ever see again, someone he wouldn't have to explain himself to.

But none of that is on Simon's mind right now. No, right now he was falling in step with this dance, following John's lead. He helped where he could as John undressed them and fell back easily onto the bed. He shimmied upward with the other's guidance, then wound his arms around John's shoulders once he settled. Ah, but it felt so wonderful to have John above him, their skin pressed together, and their limbs entwined.

Simon didn't have a lot of experience, but he knew enough to savor the feel of John's skin under his hands as they smoothed over his back. He knew enough to spread his legs and welcome John between them. He knew enough to know what he wanted and what he wanted in that moment was this man, this handsome stranger he'd danced with not so long ago.

Kissing him again, he pressed his body close and let their hips grind together. He knew they were both already so hard but he wanted him harder. A partner who was eager but not as sure of what they were doing needed more foreplay to help relax the body. He wanted him to enjoy this rather than suffer for it later.

John pulled back then and offered him a soft smile. "Have you done this before?" he murmured to him, letting the younger man have the power to tell him how much he was familiar with and how much he wasn't. Even if he was already fairly sure he knew the answer already.

This. Simon wondered if John meant hooking-up with a total stranger or just sex with another man. In either case, the answer was much the same. It only took a few seconds’ delay – what with John grinding against him like that. The sensation of the man’s cock against his took Simon’s breath away. In the seconds it took to recover from the initial jolt from that friction, Simon curled his legs over John’s thighs in an instinctive effort to draw him even closer.

His eyes flicked away then back to meet his companion’s gaze. “Only a few times.” He’s thirty and can count on one hand how many times he’d slept with another guy. He’s slept with woman, too, but that presents a whole different set of difficulties. Even counting them, his partners numbered fewer than ten in his entire adult life.

Though the heat of passion remained, something softer crept into Simon’s features. He dragged his hands along John’s back, folding his fingers together behind the other man’s neck. As much as he craved sex with him, Simon also craved affection, connection. Even if it was only briefly.

Simon peered up at him a beat before swiping his tongue across his lips.

“I know enough to know I want to taste you.”

A lot of experience he was lacking them. Possibly from an uncertainty of who he was or what wanted or perhaps something deeper and more serious. He couldn't be sure and didn't plan to make assumptions on the matter. Instead, John just cupped his chin and ran his thumb over that pretty lower lip. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back.

He had to ignore that instinct to take care of him. He wasn't here for that. That wasn't his place as far as he could tell.

Yet that instinct was still there.

"Then you should have that taste."

There was nothing overtly sexy in those words, yet the invitation sent a shiver running through Simon. There’s only a few seconds – not from hesitance, mere amazement that this gorgeous stranger chose him, was okay doing all this with him – before he simply surged up to capture John’s lips in an eager, hungry kiss. It’s clumsy, yes, and even, in Simon’s mind, a little dirty the way their tongues slide together. But that was exciting! So very exciting! Had they even exchanged names? Simon didn’t think so… He didn’t really mind, either.

What John might not have realized when Simon said he wanted to taste him, he meant a very specific part of him. Which prompted him to shift his weight while they kissed, to turn John onto his back. When Simon broke away for air, he gasped in a sip and dove back in, trailing his mouth along John’s jaw, his throat, nibbling at his collarbone. The only thing that hurried him was the heat coiling low in his stomach. But even that he pushed down since Simon wanted so badly to map out this beautiful man’s body, to savor and enjoy it before all the guilt tomorrow would bring.

John had known this was coming so he allowed it, settling on his back and putting a hand behind his head to make himself comfortable. His other hand stroked through Simon's hair to enjoy the feel of the way the younger man moved down his body, nibbling and kissing his way down him. Like he was being feasted on. It made him sigh and lower his lids as he gazed at him with a hunger in his own eyes.

Gently, he patted his hair. "Slow down. There is no rush. You'll find more enjoyment if you make it last," he instructed to him without actually telling him to stop, just offering encouragement and guidance.

The guidance didn’t bother Simon in the least. No, despite his inexperience, he wanted John to enjoy their encounter, too. Suggesting they go slow helped Simon focus on something other than the burning desire infecting his thoughts. Want, want, want. Such glorious, gluttonous want. Every inch of him, every fiber burned for this stranger now beneath him. But the cadence of John’s voice drew Simon a little further out of himself, it gave him something outside of his own lust to focus on.

Go slow.

Alright, he could do that.

Drawing in a deep breath, Simon flicked his eyes up to meet the other’s and nodded subtly. Then his lids lowered once more, he trailed his tongue languidly over John’s collar bone, mouthing back along the bone to the hollow where the two met. Ah, God, but his skin tasted good. Like sweat and a vague astringent… lingering cologne maybe? Yes, Simon inhaled and could smell what remained, clinging to John’s body in spite of hours passing.

He tasted like freedom. This tasted like freedom.

Simon continued his exploration, pressing hot, wet kisses down the center of John’s chest. Along his sternum, then off to one side in search of… There. His tongue made one sweeping lap against a nipple, then circled around it once, twice, and again. Idly, Simon wondered if John’s were sensitive like his. Then again, wasn’t all of Simon so wildly sensitive?

Closing his lips around that tender nub, Simon ran a hand along John’s side, down to his hip, then back up again. He shifted to lean his weight on one arm, freeing that wandering hand to rest against John’s chest, fingers toying absently at the neglected twin.

"Mm." Testing the things that his own body liked. It was a good way for one who lacked experience to do things. To see if his partner would like them too. John approved of it as he ran his fingers through his hair, sighing softly as those hands moved over him. Good boy.

"Good. More like that."

Someone like this truly required more encouragement than most. He was happy to provide it. Because he was drawn to him. Wanting to know more about him. Wanting to take care of him. A strange thing since he usually avoided that but this one was somehow...special. And he was always interested in special.

Nothing John thought is anything but true. Simon needs the encouragement. Even those quiet words of praise send an unexpected thrill running through him. Or maybe it's John's fingers combing through his hair. Or some combination of both, plus so much warm, bare skin against his.

But John's right. Slower is better. Exploring his partner's body, gauging his reactions, trying to find those things that make him sigh and curl his toes. Oh, Simon's had these random hook-ups before. But somehow, this feels so much different from all of those. Maybe because it's not being rushed, John's keeping Simon from getting lost in his own head, keeping him from feeling the guilt before he's even done anything 'wrong.'

It feels like forever that Simon simply laps at John's nipple, alternating between swirling his tongue around it and sucking on it. A few minutes that bleed on and stretch long in Simon's mind, and then he trails kisses across John's chest to offer the same treatment to the other. This time, his hand slides lower, over John's flat stomach, down further until those hesitant fingers brush oh-so-gingerly against the other man's cock.

❝ Dancers come and go ❞

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