NSFW Content: Secretive sneaky public sex, mild humiliation, handjob, blowjob, anal sex ____________________________________________________________________________
Mint gently tapped the loose ash from the end of his cigarette into the ceramic ashtray. Julius used the same ashtray to crush the butt of his own spent cigarette as he exhaled a final stream of smoke. The smoke wafted into the rafters of the bar, mingling with stale air and clouding the dim ceiling lights. With his head in his hand, Mint sighed and glanced around the bar, bored. The one advantage of this bar was that it was within walking distance of Julius's shop. Everything else about it was a disadvantage. It was nice to smoke indoors, but the whole building stinks. The ambient lighting was overwhelmed by the flickering LED screens of about a dozen different sports channels. The mid-2000's butt rock served as the perfect musical backdrop for the clacking of billiard balls and lung-aching coughs. There weren't many people here tonight, given it was nearly 1am on a Tuesday night. Those who were in attendance were rather unremarkable: harley-davidson bikers and sleepy drunks and middle-aged men avoiding their families.
If it weren't for the extremely cheap well drinks and beer, Mint would have called an uber home already. They both usually indulged in a drink or two –in Julius's case, three to five- back in the grimy comfort of the garage. But their reserves had run dry for the night. And spending a night together sober? Unthinkable.
"Shit's boring here," Julius commented dryly, leaning with terrible posture in the back of his chair.
"Uh huh," Mint's own boredom drips with his response.
Guess they weren't much for drinks and conversation after all. Once working on cars and sex is taken off the table of potential activities they can share, there's not much common ground to stand on. In the context of a date, Mint was pretty good at holding a conversation. But that was usually before he got his date into bed, not the other way around. In this case, he wasn't going to bother to do the legwork, and Julius probably preferred it that way.
"You ever have sex in public?" Julius suddenly asked.
Oh, well. Maybe not. Maybe he wanted to chat after all, in his own ridiculous way. Mint snorted in response, from a mix of surprise and derision at Julius's uncouth attempt at conversation.
"I guess, yeah," Mint answered plainly.
"Where's the craziest place you've done it?" Julius prompted.
Mint rolled his eyes, but shrugged and answered candidly, "Bathrooms I guess. The classic 'make eyes at someone across the bar and blow each other in the bathroom stall' type thing."
"Hmm." Julius didn't seem all too impressed.
"I don't suppose you bring this up because you're thinking about having sex with me in this bar, do you?" Mint asked.
Julius tipped back his bottle to his lips, upturning it and draining the rest of the beer down his throat. There goes his first drink of the night. First of several. He exhaled with satisfaction and said, "You guessed it."
Mint took another gulp from his own depleted first mixed drink, now mostly melted ice, then responded, "Well, I'm pretty over hooking up in dirty public restrooms, so I'll pass."
