Boy - Adam Driver Kylo Ren Fanfic

Third Time's The Charm

It's only midnight but the bar already smells like 3 am.

The place is buzzing with a Saturday's sense of self-importance in New York. Absurd lines hang in the air, all talk of 'my new app' or 'they spent how much.' People are talking loudly and getting drunk eyes. It won't be long before someone's making out in a corner or doing bumps in the stairwell.

He comes in around midnight. Picks a table by the dark window.

He spreads his legs wide, his knees overwhelming the cafe table and chair. He pulls out a sketch book and a black pen, has his head down. The bar is dark, candles dot the tables, but his skin gives off a translucent glow, like milk being warmed on a stove.

I pour soda water from the gun into a g+t for a regular. I steal a glance Adam's way. With hair in his face, he shakes like a skittish horse and tilts his head. Our eyes meet and his stare is intense, all pupils, dilated like he's some sex monster, a fuckable Frankenstein, a smooth, hairless Bigfoot. I imagine fucking him in a castle, on a medical table, my lips and tongue running over the bolts in his neck. Or in a forest, against a tree -- wordless, rushed -- the rough bark against my skin as he ravages me. The air goes hot, the room feels oppressively warm. I bite my lip.

There's soda water streaming over the glass.

The hot flash passes but I still feel him radiating a monstrous, animalistic sexual energy. As an apology I pour the poor customer shots of Jack and we take them together. I lean my head back, close my eyes, trail the liquid's warmth down my throat. I watch him watch me. I watch him get up.

He towers over the crowd. People move out of the way.

"Smoke break?" he asks, leaning down, elbows on the bar. I can see the back of his forearms, a muscular ridge running right down the middle that ripples as his fist grips the air nervously.

"Yeah. Give me two."

His heads lowers to the bar, a girl laughs next to him and he moves to wait by the door.

It's windy out, not quite spring but close. This time he offers me a clove from a brand new pack when I step outside. He's excited, with a goofy smile on his face, like a kid showing off a new trick he's learned.

He's got an old zippo out, with some inscription I can't read. We're out back, almost in a wind tunnel of an alleyway, again. We laugh when we can't get the lighter lit. Twice.

"Third time's the charm," he says and slowly turns my side to the wall.

He comes behind me me; his body shielding mine from the wind. His arms wrap around me, one hand cupping the flame as I breathe in. His lips lightly brush my neck, one hand sweeps my hair to the side. I tilt my head, letting him.

He runs his tongue along my neck and reaches his arm across my chest, running a giant palm across my tiny erect nipples. I gasp, instinctually arch my back, sending my back towards him and my chest into his hands. I can feel him pressed against me. His hand moves down, pausing between my legs. I shudder.

"I dunno, kid," he whispers, his voice deep, on the cusp of scratchy. "You'd think we were street urchins or something. Always hanging out in alleys. No homes to go home to."

I smile.

"I get off at 3."

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Posting this in honor of the season finale for Girls! Adam's speech was too good! That '6 months later' thing, kind of a cop out, right? What did you guys think?