Cyan. [One-Shot]

Forlorn Seduction

"Fucking hell." I mumbled to myself as I rolled over in my sea of blankets. My phone erupted with it's usual ringtone, yet it seemed like some crude wake up call. No pun intended. "Hello..?" I croaked out through a tired voice. "Are you getting ready? Driving? Anything that has to do with getting here?" My stomach churned. It was my cousin. He'd moved in near my apartment complex a few days before, and it's Friday. He was the type to go out every other one, drinking, getting stoned, picking up a few chicks, the usual. Today, however, he thought it would be a good idea to take me out as well. Personally, I don't get out much. I'm comfortable as a typical digital artist working as a bare minimum wage cashier to pay off Photoshop. I'm also comfortable with sleeping off my day at 6 rather than whenever people usually sleep. Currently it's 9:15, and my cousin is already at my neck. "I'm not going."

"Why's that? You said you were okay with it."

"That was before I realized this was on a Friday. Where I usually sleep early."

"What if I picked you up? Would that get you out?"

"You could. But it wouldn't make much of a difference based on my mood."

"Well, If it 'ought to get you some fresh air, I'll be over in 10."

Hanging up, I rolled onto my back and placed my phone on my stomach. I felt so drowsy and weary, I had a hard time believing I was able to talk, let alone move. Though I wasn't sick, I had thousands of thoughts running through my head like herd of animals. Each different in their own way, having their own individuality, yet causing disruption at each turn. It drives me insane by how many times I think about what other people think I am, especially my cousin.

I slide my closet door open and fish out a gray buttoned shirt and a black beanie. Slipping both on I search for a set of jeans to trade my current sweatpants. Two things happen at once, a vibration from my phone and honk that's somehow loud enough to reach my closed windows. "This better be worth it." I grumble as I grab my phone and book bag and head towards the door. Recognizing the warm steam escaping my lips, I pull open the back door to my cousin's car. "How're you feeling, Gabriel?" I sigh at the familiar calling of my name. "Tired, you?" He lets out a chuckle. "Refreshed, definitely." He began to drive surprisingly smoothly as trance music filled the car to it's brim. I didn't mind it, really. While I was more into progressive, older trance tracks sounded more blissful and pulsating, which was something rather out of the ordinary for Jaxon.

As we arrived at the large venue, I suddenly grew the urge to return home. Jaxon didn't specify where we were going on the phone nor when we had this conversation early on. He just said it would make me feel 'comfortable'. Walking behind him towards the building and pushing the doors open, one glace around the establishment made my stomach bottom out.

A gay bar.

Back when I was 18, 19 years of age I had a group of friends take me out on a midnight drive. I attended an every day high school so mischief and debauchery wasn't uncommon. We snuck out, used a friend's car and drove off to wherever the crescent moon took us. We stopped at a gas station for a refill on snacks, when I decided to stay inside the car. One of the cuter guys stayed along with me. Tensions weren't too high since I've seen the guy in the hallway once or twice, and especially in the library. But for whatever reason, I was compelled to know more about him. So we talked about obvious things like school, food, girls, and music, until the conversation lulled. I began to doze off before I hear a soft moan from the guy. "You have no fucking clue how horny I am." Well, at least he was honest. Looking over, he was rubbing himself eagerly in his jeans-earning himself a louder moan. Looking away, I let him finish his business. But it didn't seem that he was done with mine. I felt hands roam around my open legs and advancing to my pelvis. Looking him in the eye, I knew what he wanted. But it wasn't what I'd expected. He took the two of my legs and lifted them, before going in between. Practically tearing my skinny jeans off, he graciously sucked on his middle finger before digging into my hole. Nearly yelling at the sudden tendency within my walls, I arched my back and clenched out of reflex. "Shhh, It's okay. I'm here." Staring back at him, I saw not aggression, but sympathy and warmth in his eyes. Letting out a grunt, I loosened up and let him continue. He really knew what he was doing, what with his fingers and reassuring words. I couldn't help but melt into his touch as he rubbed against my prostate, getting closer by the minute. Breathing loudly, I managed the words "I'm so close..." as he was adding a second digit. Once he rubbed both fingers against a familiar area, I erupted upon my chest and our abandoned clothing through a series of mixed curses. He must've came too, since I heard a loud groan above me and a pair of soft lips meeting mine. Before blacking out, I felt butterfly kisses caress my body and tender words ghost from his lips onto the same destination.