30 Day writing challenge

Day 7: Smalltown Bar & Jukebox - MooCat

Brock tilted his head as he looked up at the man, smirking faintly. "This has been the best time I've had in a while," he said softly and Tyler smiled, tilting his head at him.

"This was incredible," he said and Brock stepped closer to him, tilting his head to look up at him. Tyler blinked, swallowing a moment before answering Brock's silent question.

He dipped down and pressed his mouth to Brock's, hands winding around his waist to pull him against his chest. Brock deepened the kiss, lips parting slightly to flick his tongue against the taller man's lip.

Tyler met him in the middle, a faint hum coming from Brock's chest. The kiss grew dirtier, Brock reaching up further to grasp Tyler's hair as Tyler's hands slipped under Brock's shirt to rest against his skin.

Finally, they broke apart, gasping for breath as their foreheads pressed together. "Holy fuck, I've never been kissed like that," Tyler breathed and Brock laughed faintly, nodding in agreement.

"Want to continue this privately?" He asked, kinda shocked at himself. He didn't do this, he never did. But Tyler was something else, he didn't want this to end.

"My place or yours?" Tyler asked, an amused smirk crossing his lips as Brock laughed. "I'm at a hotel," he said and Tyler grinned. "Sounds good to me, my roommate would probably interrupt us," he said and Brock nodded, taking Tyler's hand and pulling him to the parking lot.

"You have your car?" Brock asked curiously and Tyler shook his head. "I figured I'd be drinking loads, I took an uber," he said and Brock grinned. "I didn't plan on drinking at all, I've got mine," he said as he led Tyler to his car.

They got in, hands finding each other as Brock pulled out of the parking lot. Halfway to the hotel, Brock's phone rang and he checked it, rolling his eyes.

"Hey Evan, took you long enough to remember me," Brock said cheerfully, Tyler covering his mouth to stifle his laugh.

"Fuck man, I'm so sorry, I can head over there now if you're still there, I lost track of time," Evan said regretfully and Brock smirked. "I'm not there anymore, I met someone," he said amused and Tyler winked at him, Brock grinning.

"You? Meeting someone? Who is he?" Evan demanded and Brock shrugged. "If you'd have shown up, you could have met him. Guess you'll have to wait now. I'm back at my hotel, I'll talk to you later," he said smugly, Tyler laughing as Brock hung up.

Brock grinned at him and cut the engine, getting out as Tyler followed. "So that was your friend who stood you up?" Tyler asked and Brock nodded, rolling his eyes.

"Evan has the worst time management skills, I'd bet he got caught up in a movie and forgot. I've known the guy for 15 years and he hasn't changed," he said amused and Tyler grinned.

Brock led him inside and up to the 4th floor, opening the door to his hotel room. As soon as the door shut behind him, Tyler grabbed Brock's waist and tugged him close, smirking faintly.

"So, we're in private now," he said quietly and Brock grinned, tilting his head. "We are. What are you going to do then?" He asked and Tyler hummed, trailing his lips across Brock's jaw.

"You, hopefully," he said and Brock laughed, pulling Tyler into a kiss. "I'm okay with that," he said amused and Tyler grinned, hooking his hands under Brock's thighs and picking him up.

Brock clung to him, his lips trailing Tyler's neck until the taller man tossed him onto the bed, crawling to hover over him. Their lips met again, fast filthy ones that had Brock's skin tingling with excitement.

"You got a condom? And lube?" Tyler asked, breathing fast and Brock nodded, gesturing to his suitcase. "Front pocket," he said and Tyler moved off the bed, retrieving the items quick before rejoining him on the bed.