H2OVanoss & Bitches

Club Fun (H2OVanoss)

Jonathan felt the club music as it drummed in his chest along with his heart, he knew he had come here with some friends, which ones he now couldn't remember. How many drinks had he had? Couldn't answer that, he lost count around the eighth shot of vodka that his new bar mates decided to have him toss back.

He knew he was on the dance floor. His chest was constricting like it was hard to breathe and that made sense, whatever rationality was now a day. Everything just seemed like blazing streaks and wavy figures, there was another body pressed against his back. Male, obviously. The guy had a lot of muscle, he could feel the man's abs through his shirt.

Jonathan chuckled, he didn't know what was funny but he was moving and the smile wasn't leaving his face anytime soon. He felt, giddy. Like nothing in the world could bring him down from this high. He shuddered when he felt a large hand slip under the hem of his shirt slowly raising it and he smiled even wider, he doesn't know why.

Jonathan grabbed the large hand and pulled it out from under his shirt, pulling him along as he walked through the crowd of dancing people, stopping when the man pulled him flush against his chest and started kissing down his neck. Jonathan broke free of his grip, shaking his finger. "Not yet," he slurred.

The man nodded. "My place or yours?" he said, his voice was deep, a bit on the grainy side but it could have just been because he was drunk.

Jonathan shook his head, dragging him out of the sea of people and into the nearest bathroom. "Don't feel like scarring an uber driver," Jonathan gasped when the man pushed him against the wall, kissing up and down his neck, "Don't think they'd appreciate the mess we'd make in the back of their car." The man chuckled.

It was a breathless thing, carefree and mirthful. Jonathan looked down at him from his spot against the wall and smiled wider. "Hey handsome, up for a good time?" he chuckled and the man shook his head with a laugh that stopped suddenly and Jonathan gasped when he took a hardened nipple in between his teeth through his blue tanktop.

The more the man teased him the further and further he got to cumming in his pants like a teenager. The patted the man's back, "S-sto-p, sto-p~" he gasped. The man looked up at him and cocked his head to the side. "Yeah?" he smirked. Jonathan sighed, gripping a fist full of his shirt. "This. Off. Now," he panted and the man set him down on weak legs to pull his shirt over his head.

The sight before him was truly something to be appreciated. Jonathan caught his bottom lip between his teeth and the man smiled, flexing and quirking his eyebrows and Jonathan laughed, pulling him back by the belt loops and crushing their lips together before pushing him back and taking off his own shirt. "Name's Evan by the way." The man stated, and Jonathan shuddered. "Jonathan," he panted...

They stared at each other for a moment. Evan's brown eyes glazed over and lust blown, looking like a primal animal having a standoff with its prey. And from there it was a race to see who could get naked quicker. Evan had kicked off his shoes and was out of his pants by the time Jonathan had just pulled his own zipper down and he gasped in surprise when he was pushed against the wall of a stall.

Evan's hand dove into his pants, past his briefs and gripped Jonathan's hardened length in his hand making Jonathan moan pathetically. Jonathan gripped Evan's shoulders as he pulled his pants down and squeaked when he was lifted up and set on his shoulders.

Jonathan didn't have time to question the man's actions before moaned loudly when the wet heat of his mouth engulfed his cock in one go. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head as he gasped and spazzed against the wall, gripping the stranger's black hair so tightly he was sure there would be a few loose strands between his fingers.

Evan put three fingers to his lips and Jonathan sucked them in without thinking about it. Shuddering at the pleasing sparks that traveled from his cock and throughout his body when Evan moaned around him. He moaned when Evan pulled off his cock and sighed when the fingers were pulled from his mouth. Squirming when the first digit was pushed into him without warning.

"Con-d... condoms!~" Jonathan panted out, seeing Evan through misty eyes as the man must've already had the thought in mind as he was midway rolling the latex over his own dick. "Don't worry," he smirked, "I'm prepared." Jonathan huffed, "Glad at least one of us is-- Jesus fuck are you on steroids or something?"

Evan laughed and shook his head as he pushed the second digit into him. "No... Just lucky." Jonathan shuddered when Evan's fingers barely brushed over his prostate. "Well your 'luck' is destroying all the stereotypes I now regret believing," he panted and moaned when the third finger stretched him further. "I hope you don't think three is gonna be enough," he squinted his eyes, Evan rolled his as he took Jonathan's nipple between his teeth again making Jonathan yelp.

Jonathan grit his teeth when Evan slipped in a fourth finger and shouted when Evan's fingers finally managed to skim over his prostate, rubbing over the nerve torturously as Evan ground against his thigh and sucked dark marks on his chest and collarbone. Jonathan was seeing white and his nerves were frayed, overstimulating and unbelievably pleasuring. He gasped when Evan removed the digits inside of him and replaced them with his cock.

"Good?" Evan asked and Jonathan nodded dumbly. "Yea-fu-ha-yes..." he jumbled his words and Evan nodded loosening his grip on him and letting Jonathan sink down onto his cock. Both men groaned at the feeling, Jonathan's dull nails leaving shallow crescents on Evan's shoulders as he started to rock his hips and Evan used the wall to support him as he started thrusting up into him.

"Ho- fucking-fuck, God y-ou're so fucking-... good-ha!~" Jonathan shouted when the head of Evan's cock rammed into his prostate and he saw white as he came without touching himself which that in itself was a whole new experience aside from being fucked against the wall of a bathroom stall.

Evan didn't stop and Jonathan's mouth was hanging open in a pleasured daze and he jumbled his words and spouted nonsense. Shouting and yelling every time Evan hit his prostate with more force than before until he pulled out, ripping the condom off and jerking himself off until he came onto Jonathan's stomach.

Jonathan sighed when Evan rested his head in the crook of his neck and shoulder as he rubbed lazy circles on his hips. "That. Was. The best sex. I have ever had. And I've had lots of sex!" Jonathan panted and Evan chuckled. "Can you stand?" Evan asked him and Jonathan shook his head. "No way, I don't think I'll be able to stand for weeks the way you just wrecked my ass." Evan laughed until there were tears in his eyes and shook his head.

They dressed slowly, having small make-out sessions in between and ended up going another round on the sink counter. It felt like an eternity had passed before they walked out of the bathroom. Jonathan grabbed his wallet and jotted down his number.

"Okay," he said, smirking at Evan, "Two choices. One, you take my number and we sext or fuck whenever. Two, you take my number come back to my place for round three, possibly four and five, and we go out for Friday brunch?"

Evan hummed in thought, tapping his chin before his arm darted out and wrapped around Jonathan's waist, pulling him down enough for their lips to meet and swiping the paper from his hand and leading him to the parking lot. "How about... all the above?" Evan asked and Jonathan squinted his eyes and smiled. "Okay..."

--

"So... how did you two meet?" Marcel asked as he walked in from the kitchen, handing Luke a beer before sitting in his lap. Jonathan's mouth fell open at a loss for words and Evan snickered beside him until they were both laughing. "Umm..." Jonathan sputtered, "We, uh... When Tyler and Ryan uh... took me to the club in Ontario for my birthday a few months ago. We uh..." - "We fucked in a bathroom stall," Evan said blankly and Jonathan froze in shock before he broke down laughing and Evan followed.

"love story of the century there," Luke rolled his eyes. "Better than ours, Mr. 'sorry I bumper checked you but here's my number if you wanna chew my ass out later," Luke smirked. "But I do believe it was me-" - "Don't! Scar the readers."