soccer season ♂ freethelgbt

0;04 ♂ spilled jack&cokes and filthy eyecontact

(a.n. if you're reading this on your phone, which i assume you are, i'm sorry. the layout looks like shit, but in the computer it looks fiiine so i'm gonna keep it. so yeah, i hope you don't get annoyed, it's happened before but this chapter it's more ..)

CHAPTER FOUR

‘in which your character has a life realisation while listening to Taylor Swift’
‘in which your character experiments with someone of a gender they usually don’t go for’

      MAKING HIS WAY BACK through the sweaty bodies in the club, with a cup of jack&coke carefully held up above his head, Steven tried to spot Darren among the hordes of people dancing to the beat of a pop-song he usually didn’t listen to. He finally found Darren pressed up against three different bodies (and enjoying it), while one of them was talking to him and Steven felt a strange stinging feeling in the pit of stomach when he saw Darren throw his head back and laugh. He frowned, downed half of the jack&coke for a bit of confidence and walked up to the pair. He handed Darren his cup with a little more force than he intended, all the while watching the guy (a man, he was fucking old, Steven wanted him gone) who looked at him with annoyed eyes. He raised an eyebrow when Steven screamed at him to fuck off and rolled his eyes, turning around in search of his next victim.

“What did you do that for?” Darren pouted, already slurring his words. He turned around to try and grasp the man’s hand, but he slapped it off. Darren turned back around, looking up at Steven with sad eyes.

“Come on, he was old as fuck,” Steven protested, throwing his hands up in the air, almost knocking the cup out of Darren’s hand. He quickly pulled back. “Sorry, I don’t know why I did it.”

“Well, now he’s gone,” Darren frowned, throwing his cup on the floor when he finished it. “Whatever.”

He started dancing on the beat, first slowly, nodding his head a bit while rolling his body in small motions, but later he started really dancing, turning his hips in rounds with one hand in his hair and if anyone looked, they wouldn’t know he didn’t actually belong here. Steven stood by his side, looking down at him with his jaw slack.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, and he felt the drunken haze that had begun to fade his mind. He blinked slowly, taking in Darren’s body, the way his eyes were closed, while he bit and sucked on his lip. The way his face was slick with a small layer of sweat, his eyelids fluttering whenever he pulled his hair. His hips were moving in small circles, grinding down on air because anyone who dared to come closer received a deadly glare from Steven.

He didn’t know why he did it, why he didn’t think about all the consequences that would come sooner or later. Steven slowly stepped around Darren’s body, all movements controlled by alcohol fuelling his body. He placed his hands on Darren’s hips, feeling them move, feeling the slight sliver of skin where Darren’s shirt had ridden up throughout the dance. He stepped closer, looking down at the small space between Darren’s ass and his front. He swallowed. Had Darren’s ass been this… pretty, before? Full and round as he turned it around (Steven didn’t even think of the funny rhyme he just made, he was that mesmerized). It graced Steven’s pants a few times and that had been the last thing to add to the list of why he should fucking do it, because it felt amazing.

He pressed his body against his friend, didn’t think of anything except the feel of Darren rubbing and grinding against his dick. He nestled his face in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply in the skin. He rubbed one hand on his stomach, splaying out his fingers on the shirt. He could see Darren’s eyelashes fluttering while he slowly graced his skin above his waistline.

Darren adjusted his movements when a new song started, and Steven vaguely recognized it as one of the song from the album he listened to in the morning.