Kiss Me With Your Eyes Closed

Oh God. (SFW)

George was a pretty busy guy. He didn't have much of a break, and when he did, he went to his favourite bar. He never paid any attention to the women dancing up on the stages, he simply looked down at his drink and messed around on his phone.

"Hey, pretty boy." A girl would say.

"Wanna ditch this place and head to mine?~" She'd coo, tracing her hand up George's chest.

"No, thanks." George would casually respond, swatting the girl away without looking up. The girl would walk away, disappointed. In reality, George felt pretty lonely. He never thought he'd find a girl that would suit him. A thought would come to mind every so often,

Was he even into girls?

What a stupid question, he'd think, brushing it off. 

One night, George walked into the same bar. His boss had given him the entire week off, so he thought he'd have a drink or two. If he was really feeling it, he'd completely fuck himself over and get wasted. He chatted with the bartender for a few, glanced up at the stage, then back down. His eyes shot back up to the stage when he saw a well-built, blonde man. He squinted, making sure he wasn't loopy from his drinks. 

"I see you're interested in that one?" The bartender said, laughing a bit. George snapped out of his trance.

"Yeah, yeah. I've never seen that one before." George said, sipping his drink. The bartender nodded.

"He's new, he goes by the stage name Dream." She said, washing a glass. George nodded.

Dream, huh? The name sounded familiar to him. Like the nickname a high school friend of his had... 

"I think I went to school with him." George said, raising a brow. The bartender smiled.

"Did you?" She said, looking at George.

"Do you recognize the name Clay Bridges?" She asked. That's when it hit him.

Oh god.

"Yup, that's him." George said, crossing his legs. He watched in a trance as the blonde elegantly twirled and danced around the pole. He had a unique outfit on, including a mask with a smile on it. The bartender nodded.

"I can ask him if he wants to see you when he's done." She said, smirking.

"I can tell you're into him." She teased, crossing her arms and setting the glass down. George felt his cheeks heat up a bit.

"Erm... if... you want..." He stammered, curling his lip a bit. He kept his eyes focused on Dream. His neck, his chest, his stomach, his hands, his... 

"He gets off in ten. If you can survive, I can get him to talk to you." She said, tilting her head. George only nodded. He rested his chin on his hand, narrowing his eyes. He watched as Dream gracefully twisted and turned, he even watched as Dream hoisted himself up the pole and bend backwards. Seeing the details of that man's body really let George's mind wander. Just as his thoughts were starting to get sexual, Dream walked off the stage, collecting the money that had been thrown at him. George blinked, thinking back to what his bartender friend said. He sighed, looking back over at her. She smiled and walked out from behind the bar.

"I'll get 'im for you." She winked, walking up and behind the stage. George bit his tongue, looking back to his drink. It was empty. He sighed, pondering what he was getting himself into. He smiled a bit, thinking about what Dream could do with him. He shook his head, shaking the perverted thoughts away.

Am I into women? George thought, putting his finger on his chin. He licked his lips, sighing again. He jumped a bit and left his train of thought when the bartender tapped his shoulder.

"Got a room for you two." She said, smiling.

"He said he isn't charging you. He usually charges people." She said, crossing her arms.

"Lucky bastard." She laughed. George smiled a bit and stood up.

"He probably recognized me." George said, shrugging. He thought back to when he was in high school. He'd been friends with Clay since middle school, they simply parted ways after high school.

"Back here, lover boy." The bartender taunted, leading George to a back room. George rolled his eyes and laughed sarcastically.

"Haha, very funny." He said, straightening the tie on his suit. The bartender opened the door and smiled.

"Good luck, this ones feisty." She whispered, giggling. George shot her a glare, walking into the room. The bartender walked out of the room and closed the door.

"It's been a minute, hasn't it?" Dream said, walking up to George. He was pretty tall, not as tall as George though. George curled his lip, if he was to be completely honest, his old friend was pretty sexy.

"It has." He said, not knowing how to respond. Dream smiled, taking off the face mask. He flipped his hair and put a hand on George's tie.

"You're much... taller than the last time I saw you." He said, looking George up and down. George laughed a bit. He was one of the smallest kids in his grade, Clay was one of the tallest. Now he could mock Clay for being small.

Dream let out a huff and walked back over to a chair. George sat down and was quiet for a moment. Dream could tell he was pretty uncomfortable and that he'd never been in this type of environment before. He smiled and walked over to George's chair.

"You ever been to one of these before?" He asked, leaning down. George's face turned a bit red, he shook his head no. Dream smiled and sat on George's lap. 

"I can tell you're nervous." He whispered in George's ear, leaning forward. George felt his face heat up. He blinked a few times as the smaller male moved George's hands onto his waist.

"I've... never been close to a stripper before." George admitted, looking away. Dream giggled lightly and rocked his hips back and forth.

"Just relax, I'll show you how it's done." He cooed, caressing George's face. George blinked, looking back at his former classmate. He did have to admit, he had a crush on Clay in high school, but he didn't realize it was exactly love. He'd convinced himself he just hadn't found the right woman.

"Are you alright with this?" Dream asked, concern lacing his tone. 

"Consent is key." He said, smiling gently. George nodded. He was too in a trance to say no to this. He'd never done anything like this before, he'd never imagined having sex with a man, let alone his high school crush. 

This is a cliche love story. This won't last long. George thought, frowning. He put a hand on his face and closed his eyes. Dream moved George's hand and gently tilted the taller male's head up.

"I'm glad I found you," He started, pressing a kiss onto the top of George's nose. George's face turned bright red.

"I never really stopped thinkin' about you after high school." He said, putting both of his hands on George's cheeks. George let out a small sigh and traced his hands up Dream's waist.

"Neither did I. I thought I just missed you." He mumbled sheepishly, his eyes half-lidded. Dream let out a small laugh.

"You're just in love with me, George." He said, licking his lips and ruffling George's hair. It hit him.  George knew damn well that he was gay after that sentence.

Fuck. Maybe this is gonna last long.