scent of pleasure ☆ phan

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dan's pov

the monotone electronic music hits me as soon as i enter the club. i hate this kind of music. almost all of the people are swaying their hips to the rhythm but not me. what am i even doing here? i just want to go home, watch some tv shows on netflix and then search gifs after it on tumblr. that sounds like a perfect evening. being in a nightclub does not. it's my worst nightmare. why would someone spend their thursday night here when in 6-ish hours they need to get up to go to school or work? i have never understood people who do that. thankfully I have fridays off, but that's not the reason for being here.

for a while now, there has been something I wanted to do. i never knew how or when, i just wanted to. and most certainly i had the difficulty figuring out the "who with" part. then, a light bulb appeared. a random dude.

okay, i know that's not the best solution, but i couldn't ask my friends. so, a random guy would do. for now, at least. and after that... we'll see.

no, for fucks sake, there won't be an "after that". this is just a one-time-thing, dan. everyone experiments, and the fact that I'm 19 just gives another good reason to the whole finding a random guy thing. so that's what i'm doing in this club. i am going to find someone who is willing to have a one night stand. and i'm not leaving until I find someone.

i go to the bar to grab a beer. From there, i'm checking the possible candidates. i could've gone to a gay bar or something, but i guess that would've been too much even for me. don't get me wrong, i don't have anything gays, i just don't know. i don't know.

i'm not gay. i've never had feelings for a guy either this way or that one. so why is the sudden need to experiment? i've got no clue. i'm curious, you could say that. i just want to experience that part of (my) sexuality.

i don't even know what, or more precisely who, should i look for. do i find a good-looking one? or just go for the first one who comes up to me? or just go over that guy who's sitting at the end of counter, examining the content of his half empty beer glass?

i mean i'm sure girls would find him good-looking. as far as i can tell, he's got dark, maybe black hair. he has huge eyes, a roundish face... oh what the hell, let's give it a try.

i walk over to him, sitting down next to him. awkwardly i start picking the label of my beer bottle. how do people start any conversation? furthermore, how do people start conversation with the people they want to sleep with?

'hi.' bravo dan, you did it.

he looks at me, wondering whether i'm talking to him. he has bluish eyes which go amazingly with his black hair. 'hello.'

for the next few seconds we're just sitting there in completely awkward silence. when i start speaking, i turn into this guy who is full of clichés. 'how's it going?'

'uhm... good.'

'cool.' urgh, small talk makes me cringe. i hate small talk it's awkward, it's weird, and honestly, why does it exist? 'so what you up to?' i ask. in reply, he just lifts is glass of beer. 'cool,' i say again.

'sorry, i have to ask. not sure what you're doing here, so... what exactly are you doing here?'

daniel, it's now or never. time to be witty, time to be smart, time to say something wonderful. you want to get laid, right? think of something clever. 'i want to experiment with a guy. just a one night stand, you know,' i say, the filter between my brain and mouth completely disappearing. or you could you say the truth and fuck everything up.

he's looking at me, like i'm a lunatic. i'm pretty sure i am a lunatic. 'oh.'

'yup.'

well, he doesn't run away which completely surprises me. he just sits there, with the glass in his hand. then with one big gulp, he drinks it all. then he says something which more than surprises me. 'me too.'

he stands up and signals me to follow him. and i actually do. he walks out of the club, then down the street. he doesn't wait for me to make sure i'm still there. But i guess that's okay. it's just a one night stand, not a frickin' relationship. and we don't have to do anything by the rules.

thankfully, the club i went to is in neighbourhood with a lot of cheap hotels. thank you, manchester, for making sure people have sex in hotel rooms and not outside. that would be awkward for you and me both.

'wait here,' he says when we get to one of the hotels. i don't know its name and it isn't important. he walks up to the counter while i'm waiting by the door. he is done in a few minutes. he nods his head and i follow him. we walk down the corridor, a lot of... interesting noises are coming from behind the closed doors. urgh.

he unlocks a door then steps in, taking his coat down. i walk in, closing and locking to door behind him. and this is when things start to get a bit uncomfortable for me.

'so... How should we do it?' i ask.

'i guess we should get rid of the clothes or something.'

'yeah, okay.' i start undressing but i'm not looking at him. i totally embarrassed, but for some reason i really want this. i'm glad i found this guy. i don't even know his name. 'what's your name, by the way?' i turn around. i'm about to take my boxers off, but i see that he's still wearing it. it's a plain red one that hugs his body. he really is good-looking.

'names are not important,' he says walking towards me.

i involuntarily start backing off, until i hit the door. that's it, dan. it's now or never. i take a deep breath when he is in front of me, like 2 inches from my body. then he leans in, kissing me.

it's good, i guess. i mean, yes, it's obviously weird that I'm kissing a guy, but he's a really good kisser. my body (especially that) part reacts to him. for fucks sake, i'm still a teenager, not as horny as a 15-year-old, but i'd still fuck pretty much anything that moves.

i grab the back of his neck to pull him closer. he hugs my waist, his body is pressed against mine. it's cold, mine is hot, creating a weird yet great feeling. he really knows how to kiss. my insides start moving, wanting more, but he pulls away.

'bed. now.'

i nod, climbing into the bed. After this, i'm not going into detail, but let's just say, we do a little bit of experimenting, not the... whole scale. by the time we're through, i'm dead tired so i fall asleep there.

when i wake up only a few hours later, my head is pounding. i'm not hungover, i only had one beer, it's more of a sleep deprivation. i lift my head and i see he's gone. u don't know when he left, i don't really remember what really happened after my 3rd (4th?) orgasm. my brain kind of just gave up dealing with the feelings, sensations, scents, pleasures.

when i get up, i find a note on the bedside table.

thanks for the night. i left after you fell asleep, i have stuff to do.

there's no name, no see you later and definitely no phone number. but it has to be that way. no matter what happened, it was just a one night stand.

i dress up quickly then leave the room. i drop off the keys then i start walking back to my dorm room, thinking about the night. it was good, i guess. i mean i have nothing to compare it with, but yeah it was good. i liked it. But i won't go and fuck every guy who i see. it was good, but once was enough. it was merely an experiment, i don't have feelings i want to explore.

when i get home, i see the mess in my room. i know i can't avoid the cleaning so i shove my clothes into the wardrobe, put the books on the shelf, and pretty much i put every other knick-knacks on my desk. then i grab the hover (me and my flatmates named him harry) and hover the mess up. while i'm at it, i even hover the corridor and the kitchen. i'm surprised; i didn't know a good sex could make me do it. plus i even do my laundry. But i don't even think about the guy. and by the end of the day, i even forget his face.

so, it's here. my first phanfiction. thanks for reading everyone, hopefully it'll be half as good as the rest of the fics here! :)