Man Leggings // Carson Miller

Chapter One: Flings

Carson POV
"Ugh!" I felt myself collide into what felt like a brick wall before falling down on my ass.

"Shit I'm so sorry!" An unfamiliar voice apologizes. I groan and rub my head, opening my eyes too be met with the sight of legs and damn sexy ones too. They're thin, but oh so beautiful shaped, covered by leggings- man leggings.

With my breath catching in my throat, I look up to an extended hand. My eyes trail up even further to the handsome stranger's face.

"Ah, it's okay," I swallowed thickly and realized that I wasn't even looking at his face but his beautiful legs. I peel my eyes away, taking his hands as he pulls me up. "If you don't mind... let's get a drink together somewhere... around the corner."

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With awkward movements, we both sit in a booth in a random bar. There was an uncomfortable silence but I didn't do anything about it as I buy him and myself a beer.

"So, uh, what's a pretty boy like you doing in a town like this anyways?" I look deeply into his eyes. They're dark. A dark, dark brown color, deep and seemed endless. I found myself trying hard to tear my gaze away.

"Just visiting my sister she goes to school here." He shrugs, sipping the beer.

"Interesting... and your name is?" I trail off, picking at the sticker on the beer bottle.

"Elijah," he stared blankly before locking my gaze with his. My heart started pounding in my chest. Elijah... I thought to myself. How beautiful. "You wouldn't happen to have a name either do you?"

I jumped at his sudden question and tore my gaze from his soft, plump lips. He laughed, a beautiful sound to my ears. Just as I was about to answer, I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey Carson, how you been man? I haven't seen you for what? Two weeks! Did you find another guy?" My heart stopped beating. Tucker.

I laughed nervously. "Oh well you know me, I hop around all the time... I'll see you around ok?"

"Kay I'll see ya," Tucker pats my shoulder one last time before walking off, out of the bar.

"What was that about," Elijah asks, eyeing me with his deep brown eyes.

"Oh he was my..." My voice trails off so he wouldn't hear my words.

"What? Oh I know!" His eyes sparkled. "Let me guess! He was your fuck buddy but you left him because he doesn't have the ability to satisfy you."

I choke on my beer and spit it all over the place.

Elijah starts laughing his ass off.

"How the fuck did you know that!" I almost yell, wiping my lips with the sleeve of my sweater.

"Oh please," Elijah rolled his eyes. "I know Tucker, he's one of my friends. He also tells me about his clients some times, including you Carson."

"Well that's embarrassing," I say finish the rest of my beer. "If you already knew my name, why'd you ask anyways?"

He only shrugged, eyeing me with those dark eyes of his. In the end, he didn't answer, drinking the last of his beer. With the alcohol taking a toll on me, I slurred out the words I never thought I'd say to any stranger.

"Hey you wanna fuck?"

"Now why would I do that?" he asks raising an eyebrow and smirking at me.

I rest my hand on his thigh and lean so my mouth is pressed on his ear. "I don't know. Maybe... it's because you look so fucking sexy in those leggings."