1. The Place To Lose Your Fears

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Pic: Quincy Brown as Sean Jameson
Marlon Teixeira as Caeron Brown
Zayn Malik as Sebastian Rhodes

"Uh, hey...."

The most attractive man on the face of the Earth looked up upon hearing my hesitant greeting and smirked. "What's going on, cutie?"

Whoooaaaa whoa whoa whoa.... He called me cutie. He thinks I'm cute. Which means he's gay. I mean it's kinda not surprising considering our location. We are sitting inside a gay club. I just didn't think he'd be interested in me. Little old me who just came to terms with the fact that I, Sean Jameson, am gay.

Homosexual.

Batting for the other team.

I like dick.

I glanced back over to my buddy Sebastian, who was casually sipping his drink and watching me interact with the fine specimen. I'm guessing he saw what the guy said because he sat there smirking right along with him. Seb had helped me with my metaphorical struggle out of the closet and decided it would be a grand idea to drag me out to the town's notorious gay club, Sweetness. Before I could even take in the loud, booming music and extravagantly colorful atmosphere with wide eyes, Seb had already found what he was here for: sweet man candy. Not for himself but for me, something I hadn't exactly asked for but wasn't willing to complain about. Once he set his sights on the poor victim lounging at the bar, he wasted no time in shoving me in that general direction after whispering in my ear, "Go get him, tiger."

I had stumbled forward and spun around with plans to ask Sebastian what the hell his problem was, but he had already begun to maneuver his way through the crowd to a vacant spot on the opposite side of the bar. Once I had sucked in a couple of deep breaths, I decided I might as well go along with what he wants. I had taken the last few steps to close the distance between the "victim" and I. After several awkward moments of just standing there beside him, I had decided to finally speak up and here I am.

"Ah, uh, nothing much. Uhm, what's up with you?" I replied back, mentally face palming myself for sounding so unnatural. He didn't seem to mind, though, as he turned around on his stool to face me completely and unabashedly check me out. I started to panic just a tad since I had only thought of looking barely presentable while getting dressed, not expecting my presence to even be acknowledged by anyone tonight. I had on a black button down, light colored, distressed jeans, and my Timberlands. My short, dark hair resided in a baby man bun on the top of my head, and I now wish I would have taken the extra five minutes to comb and style my hair before showing up here.

He trailed his eyes slowly up my body, smirking when he spotted my hair in its little bun. He then dragged his eyes back down my body impossibly slower, and I gulped when he stopped at my crotch and bit his lip. I began to fidget and cleared my throat, which brought his beautiful eyes back up to mine.

"You want a drink, cutie? I'm paying," he said, simultaneously pulling out his wallet and waving the bartender over. He looked at me questioningly and I just nodded my head, watching as he told the bartender what to get. It was a drink I had never heard of, but it looked decent, so I accepted it with a little smile. He returned the smile, only his was bigger. "So what's a cutie like you doing in a gay club by yourself? Where's your boyfriend?"

"I-I don't have one," I admitted, shyly gazing into my drink like it was the most fascinating thing on the planet.
Why would he think I have a boyfriend? I mean, I'm not ugly, but I'm not drop dead gorgeous like him. I glanced up to find a disbelieving look on his face.

"You're kidding," he stated. "You have to be. There's no way you're single."

"Why not?" I asked incredulously. He tilted his head and just looked at me for a second before leaning in and lightly grabbing my hips, whispering in my ear in a husky voice.

"Because you're crazy sexy."

"O-oh," I breathed out, practically moaning at the feel of his breath on my neck. He chuckled lightly as he pulled back and removed one hand from my hip to grab his drink. I cleared my throat and took in several breaths to calm myself down and avoid getting too excited. My jeans wouldn't allow much more room for expansion. I took a small sip of my own drink and made a face, setting it down on the counter.

"What's wrong, cutie? You don't like it?"

I looked up to find him watching me with an amused glint in his eyes. He still hadn't removed his other hand from my hip, and as he waited for my reply, he softly tapped his fingers to the beat of the song booming overhead.

"It's just, uh, stronger than I expected," I answered after I cleared my throat. "And my name's Sean."

"I think I prefer calling you cutie," he said with a charming smile. I couldn't take my eyes off of his face; he was just so gorgeous, especially when he smiled like that. I quickly shook myself out of my stupor and looked at him expectantly. He realized that I was awaiting his name, and his smile grew even wider. "It's Caeron."

Before I could fully register his name, he was leaning forward to whisper in my ear again. He flicked my earlobe with his tongue and gently pulled it with his teeth before breathing out, "But you can call me daddy."

At that moment, I almost lost all self-control as I outright moaned in his ear and grabbed onto his knees to keep my own from buckling underneath me. I struggled to slow my breathing as he continued to lick and lightly nibble his way from my earlobe, down my neck, and back up to my jaw. Once he reached a place near my lips, he gazed into my eyes and I felt like he could see straight into my soul. I just stared back, lost in his eyes, mesmerized by the unmasked lust I found there. His eyes briefly flickered down to my lips before meeting mine again.

He stood abruptly, leaving the drinks on the counter and pulling me through the sweaty, grinding bodies to the middle of the dance floor. He turned my back to him and grabbed my hips again, moving them in time with his own. It just felt so....right. I was grinding up against him to the slow, sensual beat of the song blasting in the building. I could feel him getting harder by the minute and started to get excited myself. After dancing to a few songs, he led me over to a dark area of the club where a booth was unoccupied. Sitting down and sliding into the impossibly darker corner, he motioned that I do the same. I slid into the booth and collapsed against the back, still breathing a bit heavily from the physical exertion of dancing.

"Did you come here alone?" I asked curiously, squinting to see him in the almost nonexistent lighting.

"Yeah. Did you, cutie?"

"No, actually, a friend made me come here. But I'm glad I did," I responded, bravely scooting closer to him on the bench.


A/n: Okay, hi, so this is probably only going to be a few chapters long and over the span of the one night. I'm not really up to making a whole story out of this. But I'd greatly appreciate any feedback you might have, and if you happen to like this chapter, then I'd love it if you showed it by voting. Thanks, lovely. Bisous.

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