Everlasting Arms (Tronnor)

yen. (pt 1)

I decided to split this chapter in half because it would've been quite long. Whatevs. Prepare for smut in part 2 and have fun reading xx

Flashing lights. Dazed bodies touching my own. The smell of their body fluids and a whiff of alcohol hanging in the air.

This was the nightmare of a sociophobic person. And definitely not where my mum wanted her nineteen year old son to spend his Saturday night. Or Sunday morning maybe?
I didn't know, neither did I really care at this point. My trance-like state made it hard to even grasp a single thought.

The music was blasting through my bones, every sound was pulsing throughout my flesh. Sweat was dripping from my forehead down to my neck and I was softly humming along to the deafening tune playing.
I had lost my friends in the crowd of sweaty men a while ago.
Not that I minded, since I was currently grinding myself on a stranger's crotch. In fact, I was quite thankful for them being out of my sight, because the way my hips rolled oh-so tentatively was sure as hell not meant for their eyes.
Also it wouldn't help the moderately slutty reputation Tyler had blessed me with. He was the only one of the trio I had gone clubbing with yet, and even though I only took someone home with me every now and then, he liked to play it off like I had already fucked two thirds of Los Angeles' gay population. Not that I would mind it though. Being a teenager and all, my sex-drive was still relatively high.

I hadn't even seen this man's face yet, but I had a feeling he was attractive enough. He kept a firm grip on my hips and his scruff rubbed against my skin while his mouth was next to my ear, whispering sweet nothings into it.
Some may call my behaviour careless, but with the amount of alcohol I had consumed at this point, no one could really blame me. This was my way of distracting myself from the conflicting thoughts that had been troubling me these last weeks. I had no intentions of doing anything other than dancing with this man to take my mind off of things, but I could only imagine how different the current situation looked to someone else. My friends were nowhere to be seen, or maybe the blur in my sight was preventing me from spotting them in the room.

A look over my shoulder confirmed my suspicions of this person being handsome. Dark-haired, tan, tall, a little lanky, with beautiful eyes and the most plump lips I had seen on a man in a long time. He wasn't what I would usually go for, though he was undeniably hotter than majority of the people in here.
I was rather oriented towards well-built guys around my height. Preferably with light brown hair and a gorgeous smile, if you catch my drift.

But immediately upon starting to feel a certain amount of hardness poke into my backside, I saw a short man with bright hair waving for me from a distance of maybe 2 meters. Tyler.
I cast him a questioning glance, but he just rolled his eyes and beckoned me over. I nodded and turned to the stranger. His face fell as I pulled away and kissed him on the cheek before walking off to where Tyler was waiting.

When I reached him, he pulled me aside and wiggled his eyebrows. "Having fun I see?"
I laughed and shrugged. "Just the usual, I guess."

He giggled and then his expression changed into a more serious one. "Listen", he yelled over the music. "I've been spending some time at the bar with Connor, and well, the shift of that cute bartender is almost over. He asked me to come over to his place to... y'know."
Tyler made an obvious hand gesture and I nodded. "So... would you mind spending some time with Con? He really needs someone to talk to."

I frowned in contemplation. Spending time with him when being drunk off my ass and horny as fuck might not be the best idea, but who was I to deny him the simple act of spilling his thoughts to someone he trusted? A lugubrious sigh fell from my throat.

"Yeah sure." I said. "Just make sure to use protection, okay?"

Tyler let out the amazingly obnoxious cackle of his and pushed me towards the bar. "Off you go!"