Page 29 of Full Service

Another man joined the bear on the dancefloor. They were similar looking guys, and one rubbed up against my back as the other ran his hands down my chest. I felt uneasy quickly, and found myself looking for Hywel again. But the floor had filled with a new mass of bodies and I could no longer see where we’d been sitting.

“I’m just going to…” I started to move away, but one of the guys put his hand squarely on my arse. I hadn’t asked for that. I clenched my fist by my side, ready to hit him if his hand moved any further. I wasn’t afraid to defend myself, no matter the size of the guys. But then another, smoother hand grabbed my clenched fist and pulled me swiftly out from between the two men.

“You’ve had your fun now babe!” Hywel shouted so loudly that he could probably be heard over the street, let alone over the music. He looked at the two men. “Thanks for looking after my boyfriend!”

Instead of leading me back to the table he pulled me further into the throng and started to dance. He was a bit stiff and awkward but sang along with the club remixes of Mariah Carey and Steps at the top of his lungs.

After a couple of songs I leaned in towards his ear. “I could have defended myself, you know.”

“I’m sure,” said Hywel in return. “But I thought I’d go the diplomatic route. I just didn’t want us chucked out.”

“If you wanted me all to yourself you could’ve just said,” I joked.

“So what if I did?” Hywel’s boldness took me by surprise and shocked me into silence for a second.

“So if you did, you better be doing something about it. I came here for a good fuck and I’m not having you pussyfoot around me getting what I want,” I said.

Hywel’s eyes went wide. Had that scared him off? Was he going to drop me back off with Daddy #1 and Daddy #2 on the dance floor?

No. One of Hywel’s hands travelled up the back of my leather jacket for his fingers to curl in the back of my hair and he pulled my head forward with intent.

Our lips clashed, as did our teeth as if each of us wanted to assert our dominance. Hywel’s tongue found its way into my mouth and his fingers tightened in my hair so that it was almost painful. When he finally broke the kiss on his terms, Hywel smiled. His lips were puffy and I could already see the beginnings of beard-burn around them. Occupational hazard of kissing me.

“I won’t be fucking pussyfooting around you,” said Hywel. “You want me, you ask me, and I’ll give it to you. I just can’t bear…I can’t cope being around you and not getting to fuck you.”

He was saying exactly what I’d been too afraid to admit in my mind. Ever since I’d had his mouth around me on the sofa I knew I wanted more. I’d convinced myself that I needed a fuck elsewhere to get the bastard out of my system…but maybe I needed Hywel in the same way I had needed him when I was sixteen. Maybe actually getting fuck him, or get fucked by him, would be what finally got me over my teenage fantasy. Maybe he wouldn’t be as good as I’d dreamed and I’d get over it as soon as we were done with that. He could stay on my sofa until he found a place to stay and I’d just go back to seeing him as an annoying lodger.

Or maybe, he’d be the fuck of my life. Hywel’s fingers moved from my arse cheek to grab between my legs from behind, like he was trying to massage my prostate over my jeans. Impossible, obviously. But very fucking hot. His hooked fingers at my arse pulled me in close again.

“So what do you say?” he asked. “Is it a yes, or so I start looking elsewhere?”

This was my job, being the big intimidating guy who other guys found sexy and dangerous. Not this plumped up prissy London boy. But as his fingers searched for my entrance even on the dance floor I knew I was his, at least for the night. If he wanted to be dominant, then he had me.

“Where are we going?” he asked, for the first time sounding uncertain. “I don’t have the money right now for a hotel, and you can’t drive home…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure that out.” I could probably afford a hotel if I really wanted to. But I was just as happy to slum it. If Hywel wanted to fuck me in the bathroom of this club and then we slept in my car, I’d be just as happy.

We danced for a little longer, Hywel’s arms moved up to sit around my neck and I let them. What were we turning into? I didn’t…want him, any more than a fuck. Did I? What happened if he decided he wanted more? My drink-addled brain just let it all slide.

“One more drink?” Hywel asked. I nodded. He kissed me way too briefly on the lips and moved toward the bar. I followed him like a lost puppy, not wanting anyone else to think they could have me. I’d decided now that I was having Hywel and nothing could stop that.

Hywel had found a space at the bar and I elbowed a twink out of the way to stand next to him. “Oh, fuck off,” I said as the bartender brought over two clear shots, salt and limes.

“Bottoms up,” said Hywel.

“I’m vers,” I replied.

Hywel smirked. “Not tonight you’re not.”

I wouldn’t admit to the man that him being like this turned me on. That I was ready to submit. He’d fucked up the sexual power balance between us in a matter of minutes and I was feeling all sorts of ways about that, but mostly I just feltwant.

“Toilets?” I asked. Hywel grimaced and shook his head.

“Come on,” he said. He grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the crowd. I gave a cheery wave to the two bears who’d wanted me earlier in the night. If it was Open Season, I’d shot my shot with an entirely different animal.

We left the club into the freezing December air. There was frost on the ground and a chill wind roll-over my skin from the direction of the sea. I shivered despite my jacket.

Hywel dragged me down the street with intent, but then looked around once we’d reached the seafront with confusion. We’d both had a bit to drink, and I thought he might not have entirely thought this through.

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