I've got my eye on you Simon

Lesson Two - Keegan Russ

True to his word, the scotsman turned up that night and less than an hour in he was already dancing drunkenly with a group of people.

Keegan had watched him like a hawk, desperate to find a flaw in the seemingly flawless man. There were a couple of moments where Johnny danced a little too closely and with a little too much hip movement but it was never enough for Keegan to actually use as blackmail, not that he could with that kind of thing. Everyone had dirty danced with someone during their time at uni, including Keegan and it wasn't uncommon.

Keegan obviously didn't want to be labeled a hypocrite, especially not against the all-famous John MacTavish, definitely not.

While Keegan kept his eye on Johnny, Simon had his eye on Keegan himself. Johnny hadn't openly judged him thus far and Simon was determined to keep Keegan off the scotsman.

The moment Johnny stepped away Simon made his way over to Keegan, drink in hand. He shoved the cup into his hand and gave him a little smirk.

"Your party an' you ain't even drunk yet." Simon slurred slightly, he had already drank far too much for the short space of time he'd been there.

Keegan rolled his eyes, deciding to remove his focus from Johnny, and chugged the whole cup. He made a face and coughed slightly.

"Fucking hell man! What was in that?!"

Simon grinned, all teeth showing.

"Vodka and whiskey. I've had three already."

There was a beat where Keegan processed the information Simon had just told him before he burst into laughter.

"Shit man, you're pissed!"

Simon laughed along with him, swaying and holding onto Keegan's arm for support.

"Yeah, speaking of which, help a man would you."

Keegan rolled his eyes, placed the cup down and started supporting Simon to the bathroom.

It took some effort to get the bulky, drunken, lump of a man into the actual bathroom but once he was in Keegan left him to his own devices, standing just outside the door.

"If you miss clean it up Si!" He shouted back over his shoulder getting only a grunt in response.

A couple of minutes passed before Simon came stumbling out again, belt loosely done up, fly still undone. Keegan watched as Simon leaned against the wall, taking in a few deep breaths. He slowly stepped towards Simon and tapped his arm.

"You good man? Your fly's still undone."

Simon huffed and fumbled with the zipper unsuccessfully. Keegan sighed and moved in front of Simon. He reached down carefully and moved Simon's hands out of the way so he could zip the man up.

"You're like a child dude." He teased. "Need a big strong man to do up your pants, hm?"

He looked up at Simon to see the smallest of pouts on his lips.

"Theyr' trousrs." Simon slurred back.

Keegan's stomach flipped and he stared intensely into the other man's eyes. Simon stared back, blinking every now and then.

It was Simon that made the first move, leaning down carefully, hovering over his lips, waiting for Keegan to follow - and when Keegan did finally follow through he responded in full.

Simon wrapped his arms around Keegan's waist pulling their hips together. Keegan held Simon's arms tightly as he felt the other's tongue force its way into his mouth. He let out a small, open mouthed, whimper (swearing to himself that he would commit homicide if Simon ever brought it up) and pushed back with his own tongue.

They stood together making out and grinding against each other in the darkened corridor for who knows how long before they were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Both men startled and shoved each other away, Simon stumbling and sliding sideways down the wall.

"Fucking shit." He grumbled as his knee bashed against the floor.

Keegan looked over at who had cleared his throat, ready to strangle whoever had just seen them together. His eyes lay on none other than John fucking MacTavish and Keegan fumed.

"The fuck you looking at?!" Keegan marched forward as he spoke and grabbed the man by his collar.

Johnny immediately put his hands up in surrender.

"Woah woah woah! I dinnae care who yer gettin' with!" His accent was heavy, clearly influenced by the harsh amount of alcohol in his system. " 'am just tryn' tae go pee ye roaster!"

Keegan took a few deep breaths, trying to figure out what the hell Johnny had just said.

"What?"

A beat.

"Pee, piss, urinate, whate'er ye want tae call it just please le' me-"

"Right! Right, I got it."

Keegan stepped back allowing Johnny to pass and enter the bathroom. He sighed and ran a hand over his face. Simon had managed to stand up and draped himself over Keegan's back.

"Keeeeg."

Keegan sighed, trying desperately not to fall under the weight of the man who was practically rag-dolling on him.

"Yes Simon?"

Mild irritation audible in his voice.

" 'm hard."

That much was obvious, Keegan could feel it and resisted the urge to elbow the man in the ribs before turning around to face Simon.

"If I suck you off, will you shut up for the night?"

Simon paused for a moment, thinking, then nodded and allowed Keegan to gently pull him over to the bedroom across the hall, not bothering to fully close the door. They were in too far to back out now and anyway, they could just blame it on the alcohol.

The whole process almost went undisturbed, apart from Johnny catching a glimpse of Simon sitting on the bed, leg spread, cock out, with Keegan in between his legs on his knees, dick in mouth. Johnny breath caught in his throat as he paused to watch the scene hidden by the half closed door. One of Simon's hands was laced into Keegan's hair, carefully guiding him, the other was holding his weight from being leaned on. Johnny felt his stomach churn as Simon tilted his head back, letting out a breathless moan and shoving Keegan's head down further, hips rutting up slightly. No gag reflex.

Johnny moved to step away as Simon flopped back on the bed and Keegan moved away but not before the two of them made eye contact. If looks could kill, Johnny would have died on the spot. The intense glare that came from Keegan as he wiped the back of his mouth was filled with rage. Johnny had crossed a line and he knew it. He watched as Keegan stood up and marched over to the door. Johnny made a run for it, not turning back, even when he heard the door slam. He quickly hid himself in the crowd and started searching for someone he could potentially get with to take his mind off what he had just witnessed. Finally he laid eyes on a pretty girl with red hair and freckles and decided that's who he would shoot his shot with tonight. And being the well-known and well-loved man he was, ended up being successful in not walking back to his dorm room empty handed.