rag doll - maylor

hot time, get it while it's easy

(a/n in this picture, daddy roger stares deep into your soul 😳😳😳)

serving drinks and giving lap dances to various men, roger let the smell of smoke and the strobe lights try to distract him from brian for a bit.

not that he actually got distracted, of course.

he just couldn't get brian out of his head. he was the absolute opposite of any man he was previously attracted to. now, it seemed, there were no others. only brian, brain, brain, with his springy brown hair and welcoming smile, who's hazel eyes he so easily fell into.

100% sugar daddy material.

roger grinned wildly causing the man he was currently serving to shoot him a confused look.

he really just wanted to get done with his shift and kiss him already. after all, he almost had.

tripping over someone's shoe, hearing a man shout "you dumb slut!" at him while almost spilling the drinks on his tray made the blond want to burst into tears. as far as people go on the insensitive scale, roger was generally a 10. tonight wasn't general though, he was distracted by a certain tall boi who wouldn't leave the corner of his mind.

he didn't have to go back on stage for the rest of the night, thank god, he didn't think he could stay awake long enough.
yawning, he sat down on one of the barstools, asking the bartender for their strongest. it was only midnight, and he was well over ready to go home.

or preferably go to brian, whatever the hell he meant by that.

- - - - - -

one fifty-five a.m.

roger rushed into the dressing room, stuffing his money into the locker, he'd fetch it tomorrow. his shift technically wasn't over for a few more minutes, but he didn't care. brian would be waiting for him at 2 exactly, and the blond wasn't one to disappoint.

kicking off his high heels, sitting down on the same sofa brian had so kindly held him on, roger massaged his sore feet for a few seconds before slipping on the tennis shoes he wore into the club earlier. sighing, he changed into something more comfortable, lavender shorts and a boring white t-shirt he found at the bottom of his bag.

stumbling over to the sink, realizing he was a lot more tired than usual, roger splashed water onto his face, grabbed his bag, and slowly started to walk out and around to the back door.

it was then that his brain kicked in. why was he going around back to meet a literal stranger? sure, this stranger had helped him and possibly saved his life but god knows what he could do next.

but alas it was too late, he turned the corner and nearly collided with brian, who was texting someone on his phone but looked up to smile at him.

"hey roger."

"hi brian." his brain was going full panic mode, whatwashegoingtodowhatwashegoingtodowhatwashegoingto-

brian must have sensed his panic, because he put a hand on roger's shoulder, causing him to look up into his hazel eyes before he spoke in a calm voice.

"look, i'm sure you're absolutely exhausted, i probably should have just asked you this earlier, but you were sort of in a hurry."

brian cleared his throat and continued, a bit shakily this time. "see roger, i've seen you at the club for weeks, and every time i do, i get a fluttery feeling in my stomach. i can't get you out of my mind, love. what i'm trying to say is, i really like you, and," he paused to look down at roger who was, to his surprise, grinning. "would you like to go out with me?"

meanwhile

roger had the feel of ultimate euphoria within him. he was pretty sure he was grinning like a maniac but he didn't care. brian was a customer, but he didn't care. he knew one thing: he liked brian, like a lot, and apparently brian felt the same way towards him, just the thought of that spiraled him into happiness. so he did what anyone else in his situation would do.

roger felt himself stand up onto his tiptoes as brian slid his hands down to his waist. looking up into brian's eyes, he saw a hint of lust. the taller man leant down to brush their lips together, before gently leaning in for a kiss, placing his lips on top of roger's and pulling him in even more by his waist.

both roger and brian had butterflies erupting in their stomachs, brian smiling down into the kiss as roger tangled his fingertips in his curly hair.

slowly pulling out of the kiss, roger looked up at brian, smiling, and before leaning back in, he uttered a few meaningful words.

"i think i like you too, bri."