Falling for mr. Bad Boy?(troyler)

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Tyler's POV

I put the collar of my shirt up, through prudence, rather than necessity, for it was not cold. I slicked my lilac hair back with my palm and entered the block.

I looked around at the people around me in the gay bar at Michigan. It was literally called 'gay bar'.

Sweaty bodies grinding on each other, people getting pissed drunk, people getting laid. The usual.

I sat down at the bar and leaned over.

I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured myself a drink. I gulped the whole shot down, twisting my face at the burning sensation going down my throat.

"Oh, look who it is, everybody, it's Tyler Oakley. What a surprise!" a voice called out behind me, obviously full with sarcasm.

"Piss off Shane," I hissed at him.

He put a hand on my shoulder. I flicked him off.

"Good to see you too buddy. So, you gonna get some tonight? Y'know, like you do every night?" he asked. He stroked his chin with one hand and put the other on his hip. He scoffed. "I'm surprised you haven't gotten laid tonight, already,"

"Don't feel like it," I shrugged. "Now, can you please go fuck yourself,"

He smirked as Joey came over.

"I already have this fucker to do that," he replied, ferociously attacking Joey's lips with his own, snaking his arms around him. They went over to the dance floor and started grinding on each other.

I stood up and took my phone out of my pocket, pushing my glasses up my nose. Yes, I have glasses and I manage to get one-night stands. Apparently, the guys seem to find it alluring.

I unlocked it and started texting people from work. I got bored of that, so I took another drink, when I felt arms going around my torso.

He leant down and began slowly sucking on my neck, prodding his tongue every now and then.

I didn't react, but I let him do his work.

I was about to turn around, but then his body assurance left. I shrugged and continued drinking. But, I didn't want to get drunk, so I stayed tipsy.

"Oh, hi, Tyty, hey how you doin?" Dan asked, putting an arm around my shoulder.

I sighed.

"Let me guess, you want me to take you home?"

He grinned at me.

"Will you? Oh, thanks Ty, you're the best. And can you take Shane and Joey as well? Thank you, love you," he blew me a kiss and went to find Shane and Joey.

Oh, god. Dan. He is the most gayest person you'll ever meet. One look at him and you'll find him wearing neon TIGHT jeans, probably with a pink leather jacket and fluorescent t-shirt and low-cut boots.

He brought back Joey and Shane and the three of us started walking out of the club.

As we were walking out the back, I didn't go out without people sexually touching my body, it always happened, so I got used to it.

We walked outside and to my car. It was a black range rover.

It had no roof and it was considered to be the car that the 'homosexuals go to', according to the guy who sold me this perfect piece of junk.

The three of them got in and I opened my door and was about to get in, when holy mother of sweet, sweet fück...

I swear, my jaw just hit the ground. There was a guy, walking towards a post. He slowly walked to it and leaned onto it, looking at my direction, when he caught me staring.