Pizza Boy (boyxboy)

one.

Arkansas

He looks pretty hot.

"Hey," I said, smirking as I looked him up and down. 

He had perfectly sculpted lips and mussed up caramel hair that was shaven at the back and slightly longer and curly at the front. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a cute white shirt with little paper plane designs on it. It hugged him in all the right places, and I could see the faint outline of his abs through the shirt.

He glanced at me pointedly. "I have a boyfriend," he said, dismissing me with a flick of his hand. 

I frowned. "I was just talking to you." 

Okay, maybe that wasn't exactly true but it wasn't like I shoved my hand down his pants as soon as I saw him. And anyway, those pants were so goddamn tight I don't think I could fit my big hands down them. I eyed his pants as I tried to calculate whether my hand would fit. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts of tight pants and visible bulges. 

"Still. I'm not interested," he said lazily and got up off his stool, walking to the other side of the bar.

My cheeks reddened as I sat in the seat that he was just occupying a moment ago.

That was embarrassing....

But I mean, why would someone turn me down, even if they weren't single? I was a hot piece of ass, or so I thought anyway. But then again, I used to think that Panic At The Disco was a Fallout Boy album for like 3 months.

Gay bars were usually pretty crowded, but today there weren't many people here. 

No one cute anyway.

I scanned the crowd, looking for someone who stood out. Not like a sore thumb stood out, but more like a beautiful thumb that wanted a good fuck. 

"Bingo," I whispered, getting off the stool and slowly making my way through the crowd towards this pretty girl with short pink hair.

I stopped just a couple metres away from her.

How would I play this?

I thought for a second, lips morphing into a smile when I came up with an idea.

I walked quickly, accidentally bumping shoulders. It wasn't as hard as I wanted it to be, but it would do.

"Fuck I'm sorry," I said, quickly turning around and placing both hands on her shoulders. 

Holy shit. She was even more beautiful up close. Her dark, creamy skin complimented her hazel eyes, and she looked absolutely delicious. She glanced up, meeting my intense gaze and quickly looked back down.

"Are you ok?" I asked softly causing her to look back up at me.

"Yeah I'm fine, nothing a drink can't fix," she said, a slight smile on her lips.

Yikes. Was she flirting with me already? Well that made it easier.

I stared at her, copying her smile. "I can buy you one if you want." I grabbed her hand, leading her to the bar before she could answer. I signalled the bartender, waiting for him to turn around.

"Hi, can I get a raspberry cosmopolitan please?" I turned to look at her. "What would you like?"

"Make that two."

We both sat as our drinks were slid on the countertop to us. 

"I never got your name," I said, taking a sip of my drink. 

"It's Jannah."

I tilted my head curiously. "That's a nice name." I smiled.

"What yours?"