Ayyyy another bad one shot until I finish Red is the Coldest Color.
Also please give me short cute fluffy ultra gay prompts k thx
Also as I'm finishing writing this (it took about a week I'm lazy sorry) I might be sick bc I keep coughing and sneezing and I feel like I'm going to vomit but whateves it could be allergies as my mum says so I probs wont die.
And if the text lingo or whatever I'm using rn is bothering you, sucks for you, I'm doing it today.
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also I love you guys <3
-Noah
Word Count: like about 1,200 or so idk man
Warnings: minor cursing that is censored (I know omg what is wrong with me I'm just writing so many swear words don't read this mom. actually mom don't read any of my one shots they're super gay k thanks), dancing (oh God no not dancing), implications of the sex (forgive me Lord)
Summary: It's Jordan's first time. He's nervous and doesn't know what to do. But Nick's there to help him figure it out.
Jordan sighed, leaning his head on his propped arm on the bar counter. He looked around the club, observing the moving figures on the dance floor and the flirting couples sitting in the booths. He sighed once again and looked down at his half-drunk glass. He was perfectly content sitting there. He was fine sitting alone at a gay club, listening to the pounding music and the laughter of friends. He was happy staring at his drink, wishing he didn't come at all.
That's why he was surprised when someone sat down next to him and turned to face him.
"Hey."
Jordan's eyes grew wide and he took a deep breath. He turned toward the person who was talking to him.
"Hi," he said nervously. The person talking to him was male, about 25 years old, with several tattoos and a eyebrow piercing. Not really Jordan's style. Too young and punk for him.
"I was wondering if I could buy you a drink," the man said in a low tone, his voice smooth and soft.
"Oh, uh," Jordan started, confused. "Well I mean I already have one," he told him, gesturing to his nearly-empty-but-not-quite-empty-enough-to-get-another glass of beer. "So I don't really need another."
The guy's face fell. "Oh. I see. Well, nice talking to you."
He stood up and left with a small touch to Jordan's thigh. Jordan watched as he left, more confused and nervous than he was when he entered the club. He sighed and picked up his glass, downing it in one motion.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bartender quietly walk toward him. "Another one?"
Jordan nodded and slid his glass across the counter. The bartender caught it and turned to a tap to fill up the glass. They were both silent, but sometimes he would look at Jordan strangely. It was the same look he gave him when he entered the club. The same look he gave him when he sat down and ordered a beer. The same look he gave him while he sat there quietly sipping his drink.
The bartender set the glass down in front of him and placed his hands on the counter and leaned forward.
"You know that guy who came up to you?"
