Rock Candy Sweet (Decommissioned)

by BoysGoToJupiter

Summary:

Felix returns to the town he hasn't been since he was a child growing up. There, he meets a mysterious man with a mullet in a suspicious bar and some... unsavory things begin to unfold.

Notes:

HELLO, hello! i'm back guys with a new (fanfic) IP! this one is more of a fantasy for me, since i don't see much of this pairing... it's going to be a short and sweet story for y'all while i work on my smut writing lol...

ALSO!! this takes place in the same little universe i've created but a couple years before the dwight/david ship. think of it as a sort of little pitstop in david and felix's lives that shapes how they feel/think in their mainline projects!! yes, felix will be getting his own mainline project soom ;) so stay tuned!!

Chapter 1: Rock Candy

Notes:

HELLO! im working on a remix/rewrite of this work and have uploaded the first chapter linked here!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60673696/chapters/154933129

feel free to continue this reading if you'd like! just wanted to make a newer, "better" version of this accessible to new/returning readers

Felix took a seat on the barstool as he scanned the rest of the bar. It was a lot busier than usual. Almost every single seat in the place was filled. It had been a long while since he was last at this bar, but he definitely didn't remember it being so packed the last time around. The music was uncomfortably loud, causing everyone inside to raise their voices to hear one another.

A man with brown hair styled like the 80s caught his eye. His hair was almost slicked back, the sides shaved above the ears, disconnecting the length between the hair and beard. Felix couldn't tell if he liked the man's face, but the white tank top showing his bulging biceps? That was certainly a plus in his eyes.

Felix watched this man walk from the bathroom to a spot on the other side of the bar, his pale blue eyes hidden under his sunglasses. He was a large man, more prominent than himself for sure, in height and muscle. Though, Felix was quite proud of the muscle he had. He didn't feel the need to get that big, personally, but he liked it on this man.

"A little dark in here for those, don't ya think, buddy?" The bartender broke him of his concentration. The 80s man getting lost in the crowd.

"A little too busy in here to worry about that, don't ya think?" Felix retorted, removed the sunglasses and hooking on the rim of his shirt.

"What can I get for ya?" The bartender lightened up, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Felix took a moment to reply, "Whiskey on the rocks, I think."

"Ah, you're one of those mature types, eh?" The man chuckled, grabbing a clean glass. He dumped some ice cubes in it, "You want the cheap shit or the good shit?"

"What do you think?" Felix questioned, a smirk forming on his lips.

The bartender nodded cooly, "Thought as much." He stepped back and grabbed the bottle of whiskey locked on the top shelf.

He filled the glass halfway up before pushing it across the wooden counter to Felix. The square ice cubes rattled back and forth as the glass slide on the wood.

Felix fished his wallet from his pocket, grabbing his deep blue card and handing it to the man. "Open a tab, please."

"Heavy metal? I know who to flirt with from now on," the man said, winking at Felix.

"Were you not already?" Felix asked, taking a sip from his whiskey. It was oddly sweet, for a whiskey.

"I suppose I was," the guy smiled, "what's your name, by the way?"

Felix thought for a second, looking the man up and down. "Name's Felix."

"Felix?" The man nodded slowly.

"Indeed," Felix nodded back. "Now I have a question for you. Who's the man with the mullet in the white tank top?"

"Don't know," the bartender replied, "he's like you, new here."

"Got it. I think someone's trying to get your attention," Felix smiled, nodding his head in the direction of the girl behind him.

"Oh!" He exclaimed. He turned and walked the long walk to the other side of the bar to help her.

"Hey, buddy, want a cigarette?" A girl behind him asked, almost startling him.

"Actually, I do," Felix smiled, looking back at the girl. Her hair was long and straight and beautiful. "I don't normally smoke."

"Sure. You're new around here, aren't you?" She asked, sitting next to him and pulling a cigarette from the box in her pocket.

"Sort of... I've been in this city before, but it's been a while," he chuckled, watching her closely.

"I see," she nodded, handing him the cigarette. He put it in his mouth, and she lit it.

He took a long drag, watching her still. "So... is there something I can help you with...?"

"Do you wanna fuck?" She asked, point-blank.

"Oh... haha," Felix chuckled awkwardly. "You're... you know, lovely, but I don't really swing that way..."

"You're gay?" She asked him.

"Uh, yeah," Felix was flustered, "sorry about that."

"Unfortunate," she sighed, standing and walking to somewhere else in the bar.

"Thank you for the cigarette!" Felix called out to her, taking another drag.

Felix felt nasty about the cigarette, but he was stressed from work, so he decided it was alright just this once. He knew he would be going back to smoking a pack a day like he did when he was a teen. His poor lungs were probably slightly ruined, though. Felix finished off the cigarette, dousing the flame and tossing the butt in a nearby ashtray.

"Don't you think you're a little too old to be in this bar?" A man with an accent said behind him.

Felix turned around, looking up at the man with the mullet. He was even bigger up close. His arms were crossed, his biceps bulging even more than they were before.

"Don't you think your style is a little outdated to be here?" Felix snapped back, cooly taking another sip of his whiskey. "If... you can call that a style. Anybody can pull off a white tank."

"Where's yours then?" The man asked, a smile pulling at his mouth. Felix could tell he was trying not to laugh.

"Under here," Felix said, tugging at the button-up he was wearing. "I wear it like this, like most people."

"I guess I'm not most people," the man shrugged, his mouth forming a smirk instead of a smile.

"Certainly not," Felix smiled foxily, taking another sip as he looked the man up and down. Was it the ice cubes? Why was the drink so sweet?

The man took a seat on the stool next to Felix, not once taking his eyes off him. "Maybe your receding hairline has you confused."

"And maybe your crooked nose has you confused as well," Felix retorted, raising his eyebrows as he said it.

The man couldn't hold it in any longer, letting out a low laugh. Some wrinkles formed as he laughed. The wrinkles around his eyes were cute, Felix noted.

"That was a good one, I'll give you that," the man said finally once he finished laughing. Though, the smile could still be heard in his voice. "I've had this thing broken more times than I can count."

"I can't relate, fortunately," said Felix.

"I can tell," David grinned, "pretty face like yours would be ruined."

"That it would," he agreed, raising his glass a little.

"I'm David," the man said, holding out a hand to shake.

"Felix," Felix smiled back, shaking his hand. The man's handshake was a lot stronger than he anticipated. His father always told him to have a firm handshake, but this seemed to be pushing it.

"So, tell me, Felix," David began leaning on the bar, "what brings someone as... sophisticated as yourself to a dive bar such as this?"

"Just looking for a drink, same as anybody else," Felix replied, sipping the whiskey.

"You don't look like you're looking for 'just a drink,'" David said, turning toward the bar to flag the bartender down.

Felix wasn't sure what that meant, but he let it go, like water off a duck's back.

"Hey, David," the man behind the bar said as he walked over.

"So you do know him?" Felix interjected, both of the men turning to look at him. "You told me he was new and that you didn't know who he was?"

There was silence for a moment before the bartender spoke, "Sometimes things aren't always what they seem, down here where I'm from."

"What the fuck does that mean?" asked Felix, entirely puzzled.

"Nevermind," David continued, "can you get me a beer on tap?"

Felix made a face, both addressing the beer and the confusing comment from the bartender.

"So," David started, turning back to him and taking a sip of his beer. "What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a visionary architect," Felix answered, still thinking about that strange comment from the bartender.

"What is that, exactly?" David asked, one eyebrow arching upward.

"I design buildings," said Felix, "usually by providing drawings and sketches to allow people unusual insights and perceptions of the world. It's a very imaginative line of work."

"Interesting..." David said, his brown eyes never once breaking eye contact with Felix. "And what got you into that line of work?"

"I always loved buildings and how interesting they can be," Felix explained, pausing only to sip on his whiskey. "Those buildings that are so unique are almost like a living thing of their own. Their own personality, structure, it's fascinating."

"It is," David agreed, nodding slightly. "My apologies, I can't provide much commentary because I don't know much about it."

"Don't worry about it," Felix chuckled lightly, "I know it's not always the most interesting thing to talk about."

There was silence for a couple seconds. Felix had practiced his self-control to prevent himself from wanting to fill the emptiness with more words. One of them would crack, and he didn't want it to be himself.

"Would you like to know what I do?" David asked, clearly wanting to talk about himself.

"Sure, what's that?" Felix asked calmly, sipping again.

"I work in a tattoo shop," he said, leaning in a bit closer.

"Oh, that's pretty neat!" Felix smiled, cracking his knuckles a little.

"I did this one myself," David told him, tapping the lion's head on his forearm with his palm.

"Oh, wow, that's actually pretty impressive," Felix set down his glass, turning his head to get a more straight-on look. "It looks incredibly realistic."

"Thank you," David grinned. He leaned back on his stool as he took another sip of his beer.

There was silence for a couple moments again, the two of them leaning on the bar counter now. "So, where are you from? I can tell by your accent that it's not here."

"England," said David, "I moved here pretty recently."

"What made you want to come here, of all places?" Felix asked, watching the man intently.

"I don't know if I chose 'here' specifically, honestly," David laughed. "I just knew I had to escape England. Too cloudy and rainy."

"Escape? That seems like an intense word," Felix chuckled.

"But it's appropriate," David said, his face darkening.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Felix rolled it back. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Nah, it's okay," David smiled meekly, "it was just terrible there."

"Well, how do you like it here?" Felix asked, changing the subject.

"I like it! It's a little warmer than I anticipated, that's for sure," David rolled his eyes. "How do you guys survive this heat?"

Felix laughed, taking another sip of his drink and shaking his head. "It's not that bad! If you really want hot, we can go to Arizona... or Nevada."

"No, I'm good. I don't think I need to visit a desert," David chuckled, "I think this is hot enough."

"But you're already desert ready with that tank!" Felix exclaimed, teasing the man.

"It's bloody hot in here as well, sweltering, even," David shook his head, the smile from his laugh still lingering.

"And here I am in an undershirt, button-up, and a bomber jacket," Felix laughed, tugging at the jacket's sleeve a little. "I right add I'm still a little cold myself."

"Right well, huh?" David grinned at the comment.

"I've been to England once or twice," Felix gave a little faux bow in his seat. "Should I try my accent?"

"No, no, I really don't think that's necessary. Please," David laughed, fake begging him not to.

"Alright, alright, I'll save that for another time," Felix winked, finishing his drink.

"Lemme buy you another," David said, gesturing to Felix's drink.

"Oh, no," Felix shook his hands with his head, "it's some expensive whiskey. I don't want you paying for that."

David was silent for a moment, his face conveying deep emotion. "I'm gonna do it anyway. Michael! Lemme buy a drink from for my new friend here."

The bartender hustled over, grabbing the big bottle from the now unlocked top shelf again. "Same thing?"

"Sure," Felix nodded, pushing his glass across the counter to the bartender.

He grabbed the glass, putting a few more of those square ice cubes in it before filling it with the warm whiskey. Felix watched as the ice cubes let off some steam, the mist hovering above the glass a little. The bartender filled it up past halfway this time, Felix noted, his pale blue eyes examining everything both men did.

"Here you go," the bartender, Michael, smiled as he pushed the glass back into Felix's hand.

Felix looked at him, his fingers wrapping around the lukewarm glass. He swirled the liquor in the cup a little bit, peering into it as the ice cubes churned along with it.

"Thanks," Felix said finally, forcing a smile at Micheal. There was something off about that man.

"You're welcome," Micheal said, smiling only with his mouth. His eyes remained deadset.

Felix shivered, turning back to David, "Might need a bigger coat after all."

"You're crazy," the man laughed.

"Maybe," Felix mumbled, taking a sip and watching the bartender walk away.

Felix felt the man lean in, a big hand resting on his shoulder. "Hey, do you wanna get out of here?"

Felix glanced over at David, the whiskey still against his lips. "And go where?"

"Well, my apartment is nearby," David smirked a little.

The man was close enough to smell his cologne. The scent lingering in the air as the man watched him. Nautica Voyage, Felix thought. He knew that smell; he enjoyed it, actually.

"What's there?" Felix played coy, setting the glass down and turning more of his body to face David.

"I don't think I need to explain it to someone as old as you," David chuckled.

Felix leaned back a bit, smiling slyly. "Well, I'm not sure if I have my Viagra on me."

"Shut up!" David cracked up, throwing his head back to laugh.

Felix glanced back at the bartender. The man watched them closely, but he was doing an excellent job of not making it obvious. Felix shivered again, turning back to David. That man, Michael, was really starting to unnerve him, and he wanted to leave.

"You know what? I think I'll take you up on that offer," Felix grinned, winking at David.

David left cash on the counter for Micheal as they stood up. "What about your card? Didn't you open a tab?"

"Eh, I didn't like that card anyway," Felix shrugged, "didn't like how it looked. I'm more of a pale blue kinda guy." He chugged the rest of the whiskey. "I'll just cancel it after they charge me for my drinks."

"You're insane," David grinned, shaking his head.

"I can live with that," Felix laughed as they headed outside into the cool night air.

"Where's your car?" David asked, putting a hand around Felix's shoulder and pulling him closer.

"I parked on the street over there," Felix motioned with his head. His vision swayed a little, the liquor starting to do its thing. "You drive. This whiskey is going to put me on my ass."

~~~~~

"You drive like an ass," Felix grumbled, unbuckling himself, "I think you scratched my car."

"I don't think that happened," David grinned, handing Felix the keys before getting out.

"Wow, that whiskey was strong," Felix chuckled, stumbling a little.

"Easy there, tiger," David swooped in and grabbed him, putting his arm around David's shoulder. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I just think I'm really drunk," Felix laughed uneasily, "that must be some expensive whiskey."

"Are you sure you want to... um... go up to my apartment?" David asked genuinely.

Felix looked at him; he could see the concern on his face. "Yeah! Yeah, I do. Sorry, just let me have some water when we go up."

David unlocked the door, walking them into the lobby. The yellow wallpaper was hideous, tacky even. Felix didn't say anything, though somehow, it seemed to make him feel even worse. Felix didn't know if he was just drunk, but the wallpaper seemed to be moving. He watched it, perplexed, as they waited for the elevator.

"Ghastly, innit?" David said, looking around with Felix. "The apartment's nice, and rent is cheap, though, so I guess I can handle it."

The elevator dinged, the doors creaking open. They walked in, Felix grimacing because each side was made of glass. "This is terrible, too. I don't want to see myself. I look terrible right now."

"You do not. You look fine," David shook his head, one hand sliding lower and tightly sliding around Felix's waist.

"Oh, you know what?" Felix stepped closer to the mirror, "I'm high."

"What?" David asked, puzzled.

"Look at my eyes," Felix chuckled, his pale blue eyes reduced to almost nothing. His pupils were huge.

"You're high? How are you high?" David asked. "Did you smoke?"

"Oh, you know what? It was probably that girl that gave me the cigarette," Felix laughed loudly, shaking his head a bit. "I guess it was laced."

"Shit," David said, "well, why don't you have a lie down at my place."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea," Felix nodded, leaning against the elevator wall and moving his hair out of his face. "Sorry about all this. Talk about a boner killer."

"Maybe we can take some of that Viagra you have," David teased.

"Fuck you," Felix laughed out loud as the elevator door opened. "God, I haven't been high in years."

"Me neither, mate," David chuckled, "ever since me and my ex split. I've avoided them ever since."

David led them down the hallway to his apartment door. The wallpaper was still moving, like somebody was trapped behind there. But it didn't freak him out that much. It made sense since now that he knew he was on some drug. What a shit thing to do to somebody, though, Felix thought. Tricking someone into smoking a laced cigarette, how sick. Though, he did say he wanted it. But he wouldn't have taken it had he known it was laced.

David unlocked his door and helped Felix inside, shutting the door behind them. Felix looked around David's place as they walked over to the couch. It was very tidy, but not too clean. There were dishes in the sink, come cups on the counter. A few bags were on the table like he'd just returned home from getting groceries before going to the bar. Felix noticed a few pairs of shoes strewn about the room as if David couldn't decide which to wear. A smile spread on Felix's face, thinking about the man running about trying to decide what to put on his feet. Perhaps he did put a little more effort into his outfit than first met the eye.

"Here ya go," David helped Felix to the couch, setting him down gently.

"Wow, this couch is so soft," Felix said, amazed. It felt like he was sinking into it, literally.

"Isn't it?" David chuckled, walking to the kitchen.

Felix watched him go, his vision blurring in and out as the man walked. Damn, was his ass always that nice? Felix wondered. It was like a perfect bubble. Clearly, David didn't skimp on working it out with the rest of his body. And Felix had quite a nice ass himself, but suddenly he was beginning to feel a little self-conscious about it.

"Here's the water," David smiled, handing him the glass.

"Thank you," he said, the glass already touching his lips. He was parched. It must've been a world record for drinking a glass of water.

"That must be a world record for drinking a glass of water," David said aloud, mirroring Felix's thoughts.

It startled him a little, making him question himself for a second. "Did you say that out loud?" Felix asked.

"Say... what?" David asked, looking slightly confused.

"Nevermind," Felix groaned, setting the empty glass on the end table, "Do you still want to fuck?"

"I do," David nodded.

"Okay," Felix nodded back, removing his bomber jacket.

"But," David stopped him, placing his hand on his shoulder, "you're clearly under the influence, and I won't be taking advantage of that."

"Well... I'm not that under the influence," Felix protested, standing up and immediately tipping back over onto the couch.

"Yes, you are," David chuckled, "you can't even stand."

"I guess you're right," Felix groaned again, dropping his jacket on the ground.

"Let me take you to my bed," David helped him up, "I'll sleep on the couch."

"No! No, I'll sleep on the couch," Felix protested, trying to sit back down.

"You need more rest. You're geriatric, after all," David teased him.

"Fuck you," Felix half laughed, half coughed.

"See, I can tell you're too high because you're not making any witty remarks," David laughed, walking them over to his room.

"I suppose you're right," Felix smiled, sitting down on the bed. Felix kicked off his shoes, one hitting the wall somewhat hard. "Shit, sorry."

"Don't worry about," David laughed, standing up, "I'm going to get you another glass of water and then let you sleep."

"Thank you," Felix tore off his button-up shirt and tossed it on the ground. "Sorry again."

"Stop apologizing. It's alright," David reassured him. "Oh, and you can pull off a white tank top."

Felix tugged lightly at the white tank top and smiled as David left the room. He groaned, laying his head back on the pillow. He had no idea what that cigarette was laced with, but it had given him a wicked high, and he hated it. Felix put his arm over his eyes and closed them. Everything around him was spinning, and not in a good way. Somehow he managed to slip into sleep before David returned.

~~~~~

Felix's eyes shot open in a panic. He sat up in a cold sweat, sunlight slipping through some of the bent blinds. Where the hell was he? And why were his shirt and shoes thrown around the floor? Felix's head was throbbing, right behind his eye. And god, was he thirsty. He thought he knew what thirst was, but he was a fool. Felix was confident that he didn't know what thirst was until this moment.

Felix turned his head and saw it, a massive glass of water filled to the brim on the nightstand. He had never moved so fast in his life. Felix lunged for the water, the drink against his lips and the water sliding down his throat in less than a second. Perhaps the record for drinking a glass of water was broken again, he thought.

"David!" Felix said out loud by accident as he remembered where he was.

The door to the bedroom opened, and the man walked in with his shirt off and no pants on. The only thing that separated him from being completely nude was a loose pair of boxers. His hair looked a little disheveled, and his beard looking a little scruffier than usual.

Suddenly there was a pulse in Felix's pants, his dick springing to life. "O-Oh, hi," he cleared his throat, swinging his legs back under the blanket to hide his growing erection.

"Did you call me?" David asked, looking around the room.

"I supposed I did," Felix chuckled awkwardly, "I didn't mean to."

"Ah, I see," David nodded, rubbing the back of his head. Despite his disheveled look, David's underarm hair was neatly kempt rather neatly.

Felix gulped as he watched the man do that, all his muscles rippling beneath his skin as he did so. He adjusted himself a little, moving his erect penis and tucking it against his leg. He could feel it pulsing against his thigh.

"Are you alright? How are you feeling?" He asked, walking over to the end of the bed and sitting down.

"My head is killing me," Felix grumbled honestly, rubbing his forehead with his palm.

"Oh, do you want me to grab you some Advil?" David asked, pointing towards the bathroom with his thumb.

"Actually, that would be wonderful," Felix smiled as a sharp pang made him wince.

"Lemme grab it for you," David said, standing and walking out of the room again.

Felix moaned softly as he watched David go, biting his knuckle to stop himself from being any louder. The boxers hung loosely on his ass, the elastic looking like it could fall at any minute. This man was otherwordly, his body was beautiful. Felix's dick was still throbbing rhythmically against his thigh. He couldn't even remember the last time he woke up so horny.

David came back in the room with two pills and another small glass of water. "Bless you," Felix sighed happily, still thirsty.

"I'm not religious," David chuckled, handing him the pills and cup.

"Neither am I, but maybe you've made me," Felix said, popping the pills in his mouth and downing them with the water. "You're built like some sort of Greek god."

"I get that a lot, actually," David joked, smiling handsomely at him.

"I'm sure you do," Felix smiled back, setting the empty glass next to the other one.

It was silent for a moment, Felix staring up at the man from his spot on the bed. "So... what if we just..." Felix began, reaching out and grabbing ahold of the boxer's band. "May I?"

"You may," David smirked, pushing his hips forward a little bit.

Felix tugged the boxers down, David's soft cock swaying as he did. Felix's jaw nearly dropped, the man's dick was massive, and it wasn't even hard yet. Felix had never been with an uncut guy, but it didn't bother him at all. David's balls were huge, too, both of them swaying slightly as well. At the base of his cock was a nice patch of hair; just like with his armpits, the hair was kept very neatly. Clearly, David put a lot of time and effort into being clean and presentable. Felix liked that a lot.

"No fucking way," Felix laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "Please tell me you're a bottom."

"Not a chance," David bellowed, his head hanging back as he laughed.

"Fuck me," Felix chuckled, almost nervously.

"I will," David interjected, a grin on his face.

"You're telling me I have to bottom for that horse cock?" He asked, still in disbelief. "It's not even hard, and it's that big!"

"Unfortunately, if you want to fuck, yes," David nodded, his cock twitching to life and growing a little bit.

"Fuck..." Felix's voice was low and drawn out, "I'm not much of a bottom myself... I don't think I can take it."

"I'll go slow, promise," David grinned, leaning down and kissing Felix on the lips.

David's lips were shockingly soft; he had not thought a man as big and burly as he would have lips so smooth. Felix wrapped his arm around the back of the man's head and pulled him in closer, deepening their kiss. The headache had subsided to a dull ache, but that was the last thing on Felix's mind. He wanted David so bad he could hardly think straight.

Felix pulled David onto the couch rather harshly. "Woah, a little dom, are we?" The man laughed, propping himself up a little and putting his arms behind his head. "I'll be in charge, though."

"Oh, you think so?" Felix grinned slyly.

"I know so," David smirked, eyeing him up and down. "Now suck." Felix was taken aback; his voice had changed entirely. "And take off that tank top."

"Yes, sir," was all Felix could say, removing his shirt in an instant and tossing it on the floor beside the bed.

David's cock was fully erect now, pointing straight up and pulsing a little. It was massive. It had to be at least nine inches if Felix had to guess. And not only was it nine inches, but it was thick as well. Felix was sure he hadn't seen a more perfect dick. The tip was large, and the shaft got progressively thicker all the way down to the base. And then at the bottom were his pair of massive balls. Also, his neatly trimmed bush was just a personal touch Felix liked on a man. He had quite a bit of pubes himself.

"What are you waiting for? Suck," David commanded, Felix immediately leaning and taking the head into his mouth.

There was an instant reaction, David moaning and bucking his hips up slightly. Felix was a bit rusty when it came to sucking dick. Felix ran his tongue along the underside of the man's shaft, the thick veins pulsing as he did so. Usually, he had the guys he was with suck his and never reciprocated, but now he had to. There was no way he was going to say no to David. Something about the man was masculine and primal; it made him eager to please.

Felix had done what others had done on him, over salivating and then using one hand to rub the base while his mouth closed around the head. He knew this felt good because it felt incredible when others did it to him. He was careful with the foreskin, knowing how sensitive it was and knowing he should not try and peel it back like others had said in the past. It was supposed to be left to do its own thing, so Felix just continued like it was any cock.

"I want your pants off now," David ordered, sitting up and harshly grabbing Felix's chin. The man pulled him in and gave him a rough kiss before pushing him down on the bed. "Pants. Off."

"Right away, sir," Felix complied. He could not believe that he turned into jelly with David. He had never been so submissive in his life, and yet, something about this man made him want to be.

Felix unbuttoned his pants, kicking them off onto the floor next to his shirt. David tore down his briefs, Felix's cock springing to life, finally free from being tucked against his thigh.

"Oh, you're big too, huh?" David laughed, grabbing the base with his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

Felix gasped from the sudden pleasure, one arm grabbing the headboard behind him. "It's alright, not as big as you, though," Felix sighed out as David's hand went lower and cupped his balls.

"No, it's pretty big," David nodded, continuing to fondle his balls. "What? Maybe eight inches?"

"I don't think so," Felix chuckled, his voice hitching as David kissed his shaft. His mouth was warm, and he could feel the wetness of it.

"Oh, I know so. Do you want me to get my ruler and show you?" David asked, smirking up at Felix.

"No," he laughed out. Felix knew he was about eight inches, but he was trying to be humble for some reason.

"Good boy," David said softly, a tingle running up Felix's spine. David took his cock back in his mouth, Felix groaning and resisting the urge to thrust upward.

David was good at sucking dick. Like, amazing. He could feel every single movement and twitch of the man's tongue around his dick. It was warm and wet, and David could take the length farther than Felix could take his. David continued sucking, going from the tip all the way down to almost the base of his cock, the man's nose pressing against Felix's pubes. He could feel his dick pressing against the throat opening, but David didn't quite let it go in.

After a few minutes of sucking, he took it out of his mouth, some saliva ropes still attached from his lips to the head. "I like me a man with hair on him," David winked, licking Felix's shaft a little.

"I do, too," Felix laughed, reaching down and grabbing David's ass a little.

"Ah, ah, ah," David wagged his finger in the air, "I'm the top."

"That doesn't mean I can't appreciate your ass! I mean, look at it! It's perfect," Felix nearly drooled, looking at it.

"Maybe..." David smiled slightly. "Flip over. I want yours."

"Oh, boy," Felix groaned, turning over on his stomach.

"Oh, fuck, yeah," David grunted, grabbing his cock with one of his hands. "Your ass is fantastic."

"Thank you," Felix smiled to himself, peering over his shoulder and watching David stroke his cock.

With his free hand, David put a finger in his mouth. When he took it out, he pressed it against Felix's hole, swirling around it. The sensation caused Felix to jump a little, even though he'd seen it coming. It had been so long since anyone, even himself, touched his hole.

"I can't wait to fuck you," David growled, putting the finger back in his mouth to get more saliva on it.

"I can," Felix joked, still nervous about that man's massive cock entering his body.

"We'll use a lot of lube, and I'll go slow," David promised, pushing the tip of his finger inside.

"Okay," Felix hissed as the man's finger continued deeper.

"Relax," David soothed, taking his other hand off his cock and using it to gently stroke Felix's lower back.

Felix let out a big sigh, allowing the muscles of his anus to relax. It wasn't long before the man's knuckles were touching his ass, the finger inside moving around carefully. He slowly pulled back out, this time putting his pointer and middle finger into his mouth before pressing them against the entrance.

"You ready for two?" David stopped to ask for permission before continuing.

"Yeah," Felix nodded, knowing the importance of consent. His hesitation wasn't about not wanting David to do it; it was more just his own anxiety about it. He didn't want David to mistake that for Felix not wanting to have sex and then stopping.

David began pushing both fingers in, Felix groaning as he did. He made sure to breathe and push down to allow the fingers easier access. If he was going to take that man's entire dick, he would need all the stretching he could get. David was skillful with his fingers, though. Pushing them in and out, moving them around, and spreading them apart. Clearly, he was well acquainted with this part, which eased a little of Felix's anxiety. It seemed like he would keep his word and take things easy on Felix.

One of David's fingers pressed right against Felix's prostate, precum immediately leaking from his tip and running down the shaft and into his pubes.

"Fuck, that's it," David grunted after seeing that, spreading his fingers apart one last time before removing them from inside Felix. "I need to fuck you before I explode."

Felix winced a little as the fingers were taken out, the sudden pressure was gone, and oddly enough, he kind of missed it. He spread his legs a little wider as he watched the man reach into the nightstand drawer before removing a condom and some lube.

"You want the poppers?" David asked, looking at him from the side.

"Hell yes," Felix said immediately, "I'm going to need them."

"Fuck, this is going to feel so good," David growled, removing the little bottle of liquid and setting it next to the lube.

Felix pumped some of the lube into his hand, rubbing it over his dick before moving his hand lower and sliding some liquid onto his hole. He watched as David tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth, spitting the wrapper on the ground as he rolled the rubber down his shaft. It was a bit of a struggle to get it around his thickness, but the man managed.

David got his own few pumps of lube, drowning his cock in the warm liquid. The squelching sound of the lube on the condom filled the otherwise empty space. Once he knew he had enough, the liquid leaking from the tip onto the bed, he got another few pumps into his hand. He pressed his entire palm against Felix's hole, causing him to shiver even though it was warm. Using his magic fingers again, he pushed the lube all around the entrance, in and out as well.

After several seconds of lubing Felix up, David stopped leaning down to kiss him again. "Are you ready?" David asked, his dark eyes darting from of Felix's to another.

"Yeah," Felix breathed, feeling the man's tip press against the entrance.

David grabbed the little bottle of poppers, unscrewing the cap and tossing it aside. He lifted it to one nostril, inhaling deeply, before moving it down to Felix's nose. Felix closed one nostril and inhaled, letting the scent rush to his head. David moved it to the next one, Felix switching sides and doing it again.

The feeling flooded Felix's head, the dull headache being brushed aside entirely. Felix and David both gasped in unison as the men pushed his tip into him, his own erection hardening even more. He barely felt any pain as the man slowly pushed his cock deeper inside of him. Whatever poppers David had, they were good. Felix truly did not feel anything negative like he thought he would. It was only bliss. He made sure to push down against David's cock, allowed it easier entrance and causing him less bother. He'd read that in an article once. Bearing down is what they called it.

"How do you feel?" David asked, his voice hoarse and mixed with ecstasy.

"Fucking amazing," Felix smiled. The feeling of David's thick cock stretching him was making him see stars. "Shove the rest in."

"What?" David asked, a little shocked. "Are you sure? It's only halfway."

"Yes," Felix begged, grabbing David's shoulders. "Let me take another hit of the poppers first."

David grabbed the bottle from the nightstand and took a deep inhale himself before lowering it to Felix's nose. Felix sucked the scent like his life depended on it, the rush in his head intensifying.

"Go," Felix begged again, "I want the rest in me."

"Your wish is my command," David growled.

With one mighty thrust, David shoved the rest of his cock into Felix. Felix yelled out from the sudden pressure. The bottom half of David's dick was the thickest, Felix had forgotten. He could feel his anus stretching from the sheer size and thickness in him, the stars in his eyes getting even more blinding.

The initial pain had died down. The poppers made the transition from nothing inside him to David's length much easier and more enjoyable. It was huge. He could feel it throbbing inside him, beating rhythmically against his rectal walls. Not only that, the thing was so significant that it was continuously pushing against his prostate. It was like a barrage of constant bliss. Felix could not stop his cock from leaking, the precum basically raining from his own tip.

"Jesus Christ, mate," David moaned loudly, leaning over and breathing deeply. "You're so tight."

"Yeah, I haven't bottomed in forever," Felix chuckled, out of breath. "Now show me how to top and fuck me."

"Don't need to tell me twice," David grinned, pulling out halfway and slamming it back in.

Felix cried out, the stars shooting all over his vision. He'd need to take some pointers from David because it felt incredible. Felix wasn't too proud to admit that he could take more advice in topping. Felix arched his back a little like he'd seen guys he fucked do, and almost immediately, he felt a change. And he could tell there was a change for David, too, because the man's face twisted with even more pleasure, his dick sliding in and out more easily.

Each time David thrust into Felix, more white stars crowded the corner of his vision. David's skilled fucking mixed with the poppers were almost too much to handle. Felix felt like he was moments away from exploding himself, and he was barely even touching his cock. Felix supposed he liked bottoming more than he thought, as long as the top knew what he was doing.

Felix moved his hands from David's shoulders, sliding them down to his pecs. The man's pecs were remarkable, perfectly sculpted things. He squeezed them, feeling the muscles beneath his fingertips as David continued pounding away. Felix swore he could feel the cock in his throat. With each thrust, David's tip felt like it was reaching deeper than before, completely rearranging his insides as the head pushed further and further into his guts. Every time the man was entirely inside of him, Felix could feel David's bush against his balls.

"Oh, fuck, wait," Felix gasped out, one hand moving to his cock to begin stroking it. "I'm going to come."

David laid down on top of Felix, his mouth next to his ear. "Come, babe," he breathed, beginning to fuck Felix even harder.

"Oh, my god," Felix cried, the tempo change triggering something inside of him.

Amazingly, each time David thrust, he managed to hit the perfect spot inside of Felix. That must have been how he could make it feel heavenly; he was precise enough to hit the prostate every time. Felix lifted his legs, hooking them around David's waist. He had no idea how David kept the rhythm and speed up the entire time. Perhaps because the man was built like a Greek god, he could have so much stamina. Felix could feel (and hear) the man's balls slapping against his ass with each thrust.

Felix couldn't hold on any longer, cum exploding from the head of his cock. Ropes of cum shot along Felix's abdomen and chest, completely drenching himself in semen. This seemed to set David into overdrive, his thrusting picking up pace once again. He had no clue how it was even possible, but at that point, there was so much pleasure washing over him he couldn't even think.

"Oh, shit, I'm about to burst," David groaned loudly, the man's perfectly rhythmic thrusts until that point started become irregular.

With one final slam--a pound that shook the entire bed, causing the headboard to rattle against the wall--David shot inside the condom inside Felix. The semen shot from David's tip with such force that he could feel it hit the rubber inside of him. That was definitely a new one for Felix. He felt himself come a second time, as well. A few little spurts from his tip shot out and landing in his own bush, the white liquid mixing with the blonde pubes.

David collapsed on top of Felix, breathing raggedly. The white stars retreated from his vision as the bliss subsided; he could finally see clearly again. David's cock was still throbbing against Felix's walls, the feeling something familiar now.

He could almost laugh at himself. He had never been so horny for a man that he bottomed so willingly. But, Felix decided that for David, he would bottom. And he'd do it again! The man was a great top, and he would absolutely be taking pointers from him.

"We should probably shower," David said finally after several minutes of them laying there silently, nothing but their heavy breathing.

"Let's stay for a second and wait for you to stop throbbing," Felix chuckled, rubbing the man's back. "I need to be stretched a little more, and I quite like the way it feels throbbing in there."

"It might stay that hard for a while," David replied sheepishly, "I haven't had a fuck that good in ages."

"Fine by me," Felix smirked, even though he knew David couldn't see him. "I'm pretty comfortable like this."

"Are you?" David chuckled, shifting a little.

Felix inhaled sharply, the man's dick inside him pushing up against his prostate again. He was soft already, but that little jolt of pleasure aroused it again. "This was my best fuck in a long time, too. And my best bottoming experience ever."

"Was it?" David asked, lifting himself up enough to look at Felix.

"Oh, easily," Felix nodded, "I don't think I've ever enjoyed bottoming before. I'm going to need some pointers."

"Gladly," David grinned, his ego flaring. "I need to piss, actually."

David yanked his dick out, causing Felix to yelp in surprise, "Fuck you, David!"

David laughed, getting off the bed and standing up in front of Felix. The man's cock was still pulsing, the condom gripping tightly around his rod. There was a giant pouch hanging from his tip and filled with cum.

"Jesus, I think you came more than me," Felix shook his head.

David peeled off the condom, wiping his head of any remaining semen before pulling it from the rubber. "I think I might've. I don't know the last time I came this hard."

Felix looked at it, his own cock springing up a little. Something about the small pool of cum in that condom was arousing.

"You want it?" David asked, handing the condom toward him.

Felix gulped a little, biting his lip. "Kind of, actually."

David returned to the bed, placing his knees on either side of Felix's legs. "Drink," he ordered.

"I-I..." Felix gulped, his pale blue eyes looking up at the man.

"You want to drink it, don't you?" David smirked, grabbing his still erect penis and moving it up and down.

"Yes," Felix admitted, gulping again.

"Yes, sir," Felix nodded as David lowered the rubber to his lips.

Felix opened his mouth as the man tipped the condom over, the thick liquid inside running into his mouth. There was a mix of flavors, it was a little savory at first, but soon it tasted delightfully sweet as it ran over the back of his tongue. A little fell out of the condom onto his lip, David catching it with his thumb and wiping it back into his mouth. Felix gulped it all down, leaning forward and taking the man's rock-hard cock back into his mouth for one final taste.

"Fuck, you're sexy," David growled, grabbing his chin and leaning down to kiss his lips harshly.

"Thanks," Felix smirked, placing his hands over his penis now that it was erect again.

"I do gotta piss, though," he laughed, getting off the bed.

"Have at it, don't let me stop you," Felix winked, slapping David's ass as he stood up.

"Oi!" He shouted with a smile on his face as he ran out of the room.

Felix wouldn't tell, but he jerked off again, releasing one final load thinking about David's cum in his mouth and his perfect bubble butt as he left the room.

Chapter 2: Skin Deep

Notes:

Hello!! It's been a year, I'm SO sorry. I've been dealing with some writing burnout as of late 2021-early 2022, and then I was working on a poetry book (I still am!!) so that took a lot of my time and mental energy. And then I started working on an actually fantasy novel the last few months. Needless to say, I've been kind of tied up. And, funnily enough, this chapter has been mostly done since early September. I only had the smut at the end to write, but I've been in a bit of a dry spell, so the inspiration for that has been... hard to come by. I wanted to write it right, but it's not my best work. I hope you guys don't mind! I promise the next NSFW scene will be better. Anyway, chapter 3 already has like ten pages written so it shouldn't be too long until we meet again :) Please enjoy!

Felix tapped his foot against the floor, a dull ache in his head ruminating somewhere behind his eyes. He still couldn’t figure out why his head hurt, and why his body still ached. That man fucked him pretty good, but this was something else. Unless it wasn’t. Maybe he was just that good at sex, and if that was the case, Felix was almost impressed. He’d be more impressed if he didn’t feel like shit because of it, though. One thing that was certainly from the sex was the aching in his ass. Something more specific ached, but “ass” encompassed it enough. That much made sense. There was no way to take a dick that big without proper preparation and not have some kind of side effects afterward. And Felix definitely wasn’t prepared for something of that size last night.

Felix turned his attention out the window, looking down on the city below, watching the vehicles spurt forward during the stoplight cycles. The cars moved through the streets like blood through a vein. Ant-like figures walked slowly on the sidewalks, going about their daily life. Things looked different up there, watching with an eagle’s eye on the city below as it beated, pumped, pushed the crimson through. It’s why he didn’t like when his job gave him such high up rooms when he was staying in hotels. It reminded him of his mortality, everything beating and bleeding.

Felix still needed to go back to the bar and get his car. He hoped there wouldn't be a little yellow ticket tucked beneath the windshield wiper, or worse: The car was missing, towed to the nearest lot. David needed to go to work after their… fornication, and Felix still felt like shit, so he just Ubered back to his hotel. It had been years since Felix was here, not returning since the altercation with his parents years ago when he was freshly eighteen. Still, he wondered what else to expect from this city. It had grown, literally and figuratively, since the last time. Yet, the familiar buildings looked smaller than before. He wondered if all the men were like David, big and brooding, like some kind of god of sexual desire. Himeros. Only British.

So Felix remained beside the window, his eyes eating up a handful. What did that man do to him? he laughed. He had one rule about traveling: never sleep with the same guy twice. But, he knew he was walking a fine line, the rule swaying with him up on the rope. David hadn’t left his number, and Felix hadn’t asked, but he was in town for another several days yet. He didn’t see how they would pass without seeing David again. Couldn’t fathom it, in fact. The only possible way to get through this trip, and to get out of that damned penthouse, was to get back out there. Back to the city streets, where he could re-enter the stream, the lifeblood, and revitalize himself.

Hours passed. The sun dropped behind the other buildings, its light reflecting off the shiny glass. Light bent and distorted as it melted through the layers of glass, coloring the space between each structure. He ignored his work, telling them he’d caught something from yesterday. They believed it. But they still wanted him to send a picture of the plans he had ready. Felix knew why they gave him the penthouse, of course. It was the same as they always did in every city he was in, no matter how many times he told them otherwise. They wanted him to get a look at the skyline, to envision his product standing alongside the others. A great, unblinking giant to stay for decades, maybe longer. He came to terms with the fact that his projects would outlive him, supersede him. It was a surreal idea, at the beginning. Like a parent birthing their children, dressing them up and kissing them on the forehead to release them into the world. A world they knew would not treat them kindly, but one they would have to live in anyway. A world that would, one day, take their parents from them. Wasn’t that the point? To be something greater?

Still, Felix grappled with such a sentiment. Perhaps it was just some unhealthy attachment he had to his work, seeing as he poured his heart and soul into each project, taking influence from every facet of his life, regardless of what that might be. Performing open heart surgery on oneself was a difficult task to accomplish. Maybe that’s why he was able to succeed, giving a little piece of himself to each building constructed beneath him. They were all a part of him, in some way. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be okay with the blood that soaked their bases, the paint that sprayed their skin, the nuts and faults, the lightning bolts that broke their bones. But what is a parent to do but let their children experience life in all its forms? Be it good or bad.

The sunset was in finality. The last few rays of color soaking the sky before darkness overtook them, plunging the world into a dark blue. It submerged the streets, drenching the sideways, dripping off the surfaces of the buildings. It was teeming with color, vibrant from a million fluorescent lights. It was truly remarkable. They say blood is blue in the vein. It’s not true, but it’s what they say. Felix knew a child of his would thrive here, bathed in the blue glow of the night. It would blend in when necessary, but stand out in the most brilliant ways.

Felix stood, a distant ache behind his eyes and in his loins. He walked to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of whiskey. Checking his phone for the nearest Uber, Felix ordered the ride and poured a bit of the crimson liquor in the clear glass before him. He preferred a few pieces of ice in his whiskey, but his penthouse didn’t seem to have any on hand, which seemed like a weird oversight for such a lavish place otherwise. Can one live in royalty without even being able to cool his drink? He took a few minutes to savor the flavors of the alcohol, a rather tough bitterness on the tongue. He preferred the sweeter kinds, like honey or fire. Although his colleagues would say that’s the kid in him talking. And maybe they were right. Not like he could change his taste buds, anyhow.

His phone chimed, letting him know the Uber was only a few minutes away. That’s how long it would take him to get down to the ground floor. Felix finished the rest of his glass, that familiar burn clawing its way down, down into his stomach, searing his throat red hot as it did so. He pulled on his light blue, patterned jacket and some shoes to match and headed out of the room, phone and keys in hand. A pair of sunglasses rested on his head. He knew it was dark, and he didn’t care. He just liked the way it held his hair, and it matched the outfit, so he figured why not.

The car pulled up to the building the second he stepped foot out the door. In that same second, the biting cold gnawed at his exposed wrists. He wasn’t used to being so far up north, not used to the cold weather anymore. Or maybe he was just being dramatic, seeing as other people weren’t as heavily dressed as him. He got into the back of the Uber and buckled up, anxiously tapping his fingers together as he waited for his arrival.
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The bar was hot as he entered, even hotter than yesterday. It was also a lot emptier. He supposed the Saturday to Sunday crowd was destined to lessen since people had to work Monday morning. Monday mornings were harder to bear hungover or tired. Still, there were enough people that it wasn’t awkward to be there. Nothing was more depressing than one or two people drinking in an otherwise empty bar. Especially when it was at an airport. Felix was guilty of that on multiple occasions, and he’d do it again in a heartbeat if it got him through the flight.

The bartender—Michael, Felix recalled—was there again, watching him enter and sit down toward the end of the bar, furthest from the door. Felix tried to keep his cool, but he was looking around frantically for that man. He could almost smell the cologne in the bar, like it reeked of him. Like he was there so often the place took on David’s scent, inhaling him carnally like Felix had the night before. But no large man in a tank top and a mullet caught his eye. Bummer.

Like his mind was being read, the bartender walked over and said, “David doesn’t show here on Sundays.”

Felix looked up from the dark wood of the countertop, an eyebrow raised. “I wasn’t looking for him.”

“I saw your eyes wandering as you walked in,” Michael replied. He was chewing on something. Gum, probably, but it was distracting.

“Just checking my surroundings,” Felix answered. He made sure to make direct eye contact now. “You never know what kind of weirdos are in a place like this.”

“You’re in a place like this,” he pointed out.

“Well, I suppose someone’s got to lighten the mood,” Felix stretched. He removed his jacket and placed it on the back of this chair. It was done sloppily, but he didn’t care that much. “And gathering from my time here last night, I think you needed some more handsome men in here, anyway. I’ll bring in more foot traffic.”

Michael snorted, “How very humble of you.”

Felix pantomimed a little bow as if to say, Well, what can I say?

When he was done, his vision righted, Felix eyed him up and down, casually taking in the guy’s features. Michael was cute, in a different type of way. More of a twink type of way. Definitely a different vibe than David, but Felix didn’t mind that. He did both when it came to being between the sheets. In fact, he preferred topping, but somehow he always ended up bringing a top home. Maybe that was a subconscious thing. Maybe he did like bottoming more. Who was to say? Surely not him.

“What can I get for you?” Michael asked, leaning forward a little bit.

He picked up on Felix’s glance. He wasn’t opposed to the possibility, so he didn’t lean back when he said, “Just a whiskey on the rocks, please.”

“Don’t you want to try something more interesting?” Michael asked. His inflection conveyed annoyance.

“Not anymore,” Felix chuckled. “I was into ‘interesting’ years ago. But I like what I like now.”

“You talk like you’re fifty,” Michael snorted. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Too old for you, kid,” Felix smirked. He wasn’t. At least, he didn’t think so. “Thirty-three.”

“Wow.” The guy pretended to be shocked, even putting on a little act with wide eyes and a slack jaw. “You’re ancient!”

“Gay death is at twenty-five,” Felix shook his head dramatically, “or so I’ve been told.”

“I’m twenty-five. I don’t think I’m dead.”

Just a little too young, Felix thought as he leaned back now. “And you should keep it that way. Now my whiskey, if you don’t mind.”

“So how was it?” Michael asked as he grabbed a clean glass and a bottle of whiskey.

“Top shelf, please,” Felix interjected, pointing to the expensive stuff. “Cheap stuff upsets my stomach.”

“That must be such a problem for you,” Michael mocked. He put the regular bottle down and reached up for the top shelf one.

“How was what?” Felix brought it back to the guy’s question, just now registering what he said.

“The sex,” Michael said like it was obvious.

Felix’s heart skipped a beat. “The sex?”

“Oh, please,” Michael shook his head. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You left with David after that insufferably long flirting session. I was practically begging for you guys to just do it and get it over with.”

Felix squinted a bit, but ultimately decided to play along with him. “It was great, actually. Imagine the two hottest guys you can think of fucking. Basically that.”

Michael rolled his eyes as he reached down for something beneath the bar counter. He pulled out a few spherical ice cubes and dropped them into the whiskey glass. They floated ominously, spinning as the liquor soaked them.

“Do you always wear gloves when putting ice in the glass?” Felix asked as he was handing the drink.

“What?” Michael looked at him, hostility in his eyes. This caught Felix off guard, some.

“Geez, take it easy, bud,” Felix chuckled awkwardly. That was out of left field.

“Oh, sorry,” Michael removed his glove and tossed it somewhere. “I just didn’t want to touch the ice with my bare hands. Haven’t washed them since the last drink.”

“Ah, I get it,” Felix nodded, taking a sip. It was sweet, just the way he liked it.

After taking several sips, he licked his lips and asked, “What brand is this whiskey? I’m looking for something like this for my—”

“Hold that thought,” Michael interrupted. “Let me help this gal real quick.”

“No worries,” Felix waved him off. He fished his wallet out of his pocket, taking the heavy blue card out of its slot and setting it on the counter.

Felix cursed under his breath, just now remembering his car. He contemplated getting up to go check, but he didn’t want to leave his drink or card unattended. And he couldn’t imagine it would look good if he took the drink and didn’t leave his card. Like dining and dashing at a bar. Was that a thing? He wondered, rubbing his chin before taking another sip. The liquor’s flavors danced on his tongue.

Fuck it, he thought. He downed the rest of his drink, taking his card and replacing it in the slot in his wallet. There were a few dollars in the big pocket, but probably not enough to cover the drink. Still, he figured something was better than nothing in case Michael came back over before he returned. Stuffing his wallet in his pocket, he hurried for the door, hoping the car wasn’t towed. It wasn’t something he was in the mood to deal with at the moment.

Felix bumped into somebody as he exited the bar, looking for the parking lot across the street. “Shit, sorry.”

“Oi, look who it is.” The man’s accent made Felix’s ears perk up, his heart skipping a beat.

He looked back from the parking lot, and sure enough, it was David. Beard and mullet and green eyes and all. Felix was a little shocked, grasping for words to say. He almost forgot how attractive the man was in the maybe twelve hours it’d been since he last saw the man’s face.

“Ah, fancy this.” Felix took a step back even though it was the last thing he wanted to do.

“What, are you out looking for me?” The man grinned.

“Yeah, you wish, don’t you?” Felix laughed loudly.

“Maybe a little,” David shrugged.

“No, uh…” Felix started but stopped. The way David was looking at him was giving him a little warm, fuzzy feeling. “Sorry, uh…” Felix cleared his throat, recollecting himself. “I was here to get my car.” He gestured to the parking lot across the street.

“You left it all day?” David asked, looking over his broad shoulder to see the car parked over there.

“Yeah,” Felix chuckled, “it’s probably got three separate tickets and a boot on the tire.”

“Yeah, they’ll kill ya out here,” David said. “Want me to walk with you to get it?”

“Uh… sure, if you’re not busy.” Felix gave the man a little smile.

“Oh, I’m always busy,” David assured him, giving Felix his own smile. “But I think I can clear my schedule to walk you to the car. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“I think I can handle it on my own, but I do enjoy your company so I’ll allow it,” Felix repaid the banter. He began walking toward the parking lot, purposely bumping into David a little as started.

“I’m surprised you’re not wearing a big, puffy coat,” David chuckled. The man took a few large steps to catch up. His thighs were large, the pants defining in all the right places. “It’s even colder tonight.”

“Trust me when I say I would’ve if I had one.” Felix laughed, pulling his jacket sleeve down a little to cover more skin.

“Are you feeling better?” David asked him. He stepped slightly closer, gifting a little of his body heat.

“Umm…” Felix thought for a moment. The dull thud behind his eyes made itself known, just as he thought it would. “Yeah, definitely better than this morning.”

“And how about…” David moved his hand lower, his fingers brushing past Felix’s ass.

“Well, that’s sore as hell, but that’s to be expected,” Felix laughed again. “Especially with you. You were like a wild animal.”

“Best sex you’ve ever had, yeah?” David grinned.

“Now, slow down there, tiger,” Felix put that ego to rest. “I hate to burst you bubble, but I’ve had a lot of sex in my life.” It very well might’ve been the best sex he ever had, at least when it came to bottoming, but he wasn’t just going to admit that on some city street he walked plenty of times. And hated.

“So have I,” David replied like it was a challenge. They were stopped at the crosswalk, waiting as the cars blurred by. “What’s say you a round two?”

Felix’s ear twitched. His loins did, too; cock beating in his briefs. “Slow your roll, bud,” Felix smiled at the man. They crossed the street as the light turned red, not even bothering to look both ways.

“Why’s that?” David asked him, a smirk forming on his lips.

“I have a rule about these things, you know,” Felix explained. He knew, deep down, the rules didn’t apply to the man, especially now that he was practically begging to fuck again. But he figured he could have a little fun.

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?” David bumped him a little.

“I don’t sleep with the same guy more than once,” Felix told him, smirking right back. “Can’t catch feelings, you know?”

“I see…” David nodded slowly. “Well, a right dicking isn’t going to make anyone catch feelings.”

“You never know,” Felix shrugged. “What if I told you that you fucked me so good that I almost said, ‘I love you,’ last night?”

“Oh, piss off,” David laughed loudly.

“See! You can never be too sure.” They walked in silence for several moments. It wasn’t silent, obviously, the sounds of the city being ever present. But the air thickened with sexual tension. “I think to determine if it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, I’d need to top as well,” Felix spoke finally. “You know, getting the whole package and whatnot.”

“No can do,” David shook his head. “I don’t bottom.”

“Not at all?” Felix asked. David shook his head again. “But look at your ass?” The man’s jeans hugged it beautifully, the perfect round bubble making his dick beat again. His briefs were constricting a bit.

David laughed, “Yeah, well, I do work it out extensively to get it like this.”

“But you don’t bottom?” Felix reiterated his question.

“Nope.”

“But why not?” Felix wondered aloud more so than expected a real response. “I think maybe I can make an exception to my rule for that.”

“I’d rather not say, thanks,” David answered curtly. His accent thickened, like the spikes on a hedgehog or the rattle of a snake.

“Ah,” Felix nodded. He wasn’t new to this. A lot of people had sexual trauma, and gay men were far from the exeception of that rule. “Well, in any case,” he started up again, “the sex was great.”

“The best—” David started, a twinkle in his eyes.

“NOT the best,” Felix cut him off, chortling, “but certainly very good.”

“Well, why’s it not the best?” David questioned, a smile forming in the corners of his mouth.

“I told you, I need to top and bottom with someone to determine that,” Felix smiled back.

They were approaching his car now. There was no boot on any of his ties, which was a relief. But he was keeping an eye out for any yellow tickets beneath the windshield wiper. “Ah, there it is! The dreaded yellow ticket.”

“I would have been shocked if you didn’t have any ticket,” David said as he put a hand on the top of Felix’s car. “How much is it for?”

“For a hundred,” Felix replied casually.

“Four hundred!?” David’s mouth dropped.

“No, no,” Felix shook his head, “the ticket is for one hundred.” He made sure to speak carefully and enunciate, seeing the confusion with his original statement. He had a habit of speaking quickly.

“Yeesh, that’s still bad,” David closed his mouth.

“Not too bad, honestly,” Felix opened the door and tossed it in the back. “I’ll just have my agent pay it for me.”

“Your… agent?” David’s head perked up. “What is it you do, exactly?”

“I’m an architect,” Felix replied, swaying a bit as a new wave of pain entered his head.

“Oh, wow. So you design buildings and shit?”

“Yep, exactly,” Felix said without nodding. It was a conscious thing, but a necessary one. “Actually, I think I need to get back to my place.”

“Are you okay?” David asked him. Even in the dark, he could see concern clouding the man’s eyes. Just barely as the light from a nearby streetlamp crept over to them.

“I… don’t know,” Felix chuckled uncomfortably. “Just my head is hurting again.”

“Do you want me to drive you?” David offered. “And I can just get you to your room. No second hookups or anything. Just helping you out.” He raised both hands innocently.

“Alright, fine,” Felix smiled, tossing him the car keys. “But don’t crash my car.”

“Don’t worry,” David started as he got into the driver's seat, “I’m a great driver.”

Felix reserved his judgment. He still couldn’t tell when the man was being serious or joking, and usually he was a pretty good judge of that. Something about David was too open, he thought, throwing off Felix’s intuition. But as he began driving, Felix was pleasantly surprised to see he was telling the truth. David was a very good driver, especially when considering driving in the city was nightmarish with all the people and other cars doing whatever they felt like. It didn’t take long for them to get back to Felix’s hotel, the man out front waiting to take the car to the parking garage. Felix handed David his wallet and asked him to tip the man, but from the expression on his face, he could tell David had never done this before.

“Here, sorry,” Felix handed the man some cash. The man thanked him before taking the keys, getting into the driver’s seat, and driving off to somewhere behind the hotel.

“What the hell was that?” David asked, scratching his head.

“It’s a fancy hotel,” Felix told him, “they offer that.”

“I think I’m living the wrong life.” David looked a little dazed.

“I don’t think so,” Felix laughed. “I don’t think this lifestyle is for you.”

“What? Rich?” David asked, a hint of annoyance leaking into his tone.

“No, not that…” Felix thought, though his head was pounding so it made it hard to think clearly. “Just… you don’t seem like the rich guy lifestyle.”

“Just because I don’t have a fancy job like you, doesn’t mean I’m not deserving of the same money or opportunities as you,” David told him. The annoyance wasn’t just in his voice anymore, it was inked across his face.

“No, no,” Felix put his hands up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Let’s just get you to your room, mate,” David scowled. He stepped closer and took Felix’s arm gently in his hand, leading him inside.

Felix walked silently, looking down at his feet as they entered the lobby. Logically, he knew what he said wrong, but he didn’t understand why it made David mad. It wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? It was more of a joke than anything, he wasn’t being serious. At least, not at first. He just couldn’t imagine the man dressed in suits and going to meetings. It just… it wouldn’t work. Maybe it was a mistake letting David take him here.

“Top floor,” Felix mumbled, gesturing to the buttons on the elevator. David didn’t reply as clicked the button. There was a loud ding and the doors slid closed.

“What’s got you so quiet?” David finally spoke as the elevator ascended to the top floor.

“Nothing. I just don’t feel good,” Felix slurred. There was a look of surprise on David’s face, mirrored on Felix’s in the mirror.

“Are you good? What’s wrong with you?” David asked, leaning in a little to look Felix directly in the eye.

“Alright, I’m not that much shorter than you,” Felix complained, pushing the man away. He was still slurring his words. He hadn’t gotten that drunk, had he?

“Just… let me get you to your room and I’ll leave,” David grumbled. He moved back next to Felix, allowing him to lean on him. Felix was grateful for this gesture, seeing as with each passing moment he was finding it hard to stand upright.

What was going on with him? Felix wondered. He hadn’t been this belligerently drunk since he was in his twenties. There was no way he’d had enough to drink the last two days to be acting this way. And even less to be acting that way in front of David. He always knew how to keep his cool around attractive men. How embarrassing.

Felix fumbled with the keys at his hotel door. His hands were shaky as he attempted to unlock it, struggling to insert the key into the keyhole. After what felt like an eternity, and with David’s help, he finally managed to get it open, stumbling forward. He didn’t realize he was leaning against it until wasn’t there anymore. Luckily, David was there to catch him from falling. Again, how extremely embarrassing this whole situation was. Felix just wanted to get into bed and die. He couldn’t think of a time he was as mortified as he was now.

“Take off your coat,” David told him. Felix heard the door close behind him as he stumbled again.

“Mmm.” Felix groaned, not really auditory, letting the jacket slide off his shoulders and onto the ground. He kicked his shoes off in random directions before beginning down the hall.

He headed toward the bedroom, leaving David to pick up the mess Felix left in his wake. He could hear the man grumbling as he hung the jacket on the coat rack and neatly put the shoes by the door. Felix unbuckled his belt and undid the button his pants, letting them drop to the floor. The metal belt buckle clanged noisily against the laminate as he struggled to kick them off from around his legs. As he did this, he peeled his shirt off and dropped it beside him, finally wiggling free of the ropes around his ankles.

“You’re making a mess!” David called behind him.

“I’ll clean it.” Felix waved him off, stumbling his way to the bed. “Tomorrow.” Felix wasn’t sure he could make it to the bed, taking a seat on the little chair near the door.

Several moments passed before David entered, squirting in the dark. “Let me help you to the bed.”

“It’s fine, I’m just resting,” Felix mumbled, setting his head down on the half-table next to him.

“Come on.” David put Felix’s arm around his shoulder, hoisting him up.

“I said I’m fine,” Felix whined, not opening his eyes as a particularly sharp pain stabbed his skull.

“Yeah, I can tell you’re not,” David replied as he helped him over to the bed, pulling the covers off and setting Felix. Once he was lying completely, David took the covers and draped them over him. “Okay, well…” he rubbed the back of his head. “I guess I’ll be going.”

“Where are you going?” Felix asked. He sat up to look at the man, dazed.

“I’m… leaving?” David answered, clearly a little confused. “You said you wanted me to.”

“No, no,” Felix shook his head. “I want you here.”

David stopped in the doorway, his shape silhouetted as the kitchen light leaked into the bedroom. “I-I don’t think I understand.”

“Come,” Felix beckoned him over.

David walked back over to the bed.

“Come, come,” Felix cooed, sitting up a bit to kiss David on the lips as he lowered his head. “Come to bed.”

“You’re messed up right now.” David reminded him. “I’m not going to have sex with you when you’re like this.”

“Come on,” Felix complained, plopping his head back down on the pillow and patting the bed next to him.

“Are you going to be alright?” David looked at him. Even with the minimal light from the kitchen, Felix could see the man’s eyes filled with concern.

“At least come lay down,” Felix mumbled. David didn’t reply as he stood next to the bed, arms crossed. “It’s freezing in here.”

“Are you going to like, throw up and suffocate on your own vomit if I leave?” David spoke finally. It was obvious—not at that moment for Felix—that he was upset with him, but being as he was, he couldn’t tell.

“Almost happened before,” Felix mumbled again.

“What? Are you serious?” David’s mouth dropped a little, annoyance inked across his face again. “You’re joking, right, mate?” Felix only shrugged, laying back down and letting his eyes droop. “Bloody hell,” he cursed. “Fine, I’ll stay.”

Felix sat up again as the man headed out the room. “Wait, where are you going?”

“I’m going to take my shoes off,” David replied, “and then lay on the couch.”

“Noooo, lay here.” Felix complained.

“You’re really getting on my nerves now, mate,” David said, his frame silhouetted in the door frame again.

“You’re getting on my nerves,” Felix said back, like he was a toddler.

“Fine! Fine.” David submitted, kicking his shoes off in the doorway and circling around to the other side of the bed. “But no funny business. You’re too drunk.”

“No funny business.” Felix agreed, words still slurring a bit. It wasn’t as bad as the night before, since he was able to—somewhat—have a coherent conversation. But he was certainly messed up enough to not understand most of what was happening.

And there was no funny business to be had. Almost immediately after David slid under the covers, Felix passed out. He vaguely remembered scooting over and putting his head against David’s broad shoulders, but that was the extent of what happened. The night passed uneventfully afterward. Felix was stuck in a deep slumber, brought on, again, by what he thought was too much alcohol.

It didn’t feel like long until the sunlight was creeping in through the windows, no protection from the blinds left open the night before. Felix noticed the throbbing headache before he fully regained his consciousness. Now, it could have been totally unrelated, or it could’ve been due to the intense pain in his head, but everything he ate the night before—which wasn’t much, all things considered—came tunneling out of his stomach. Felix vaulted out of the bed with Olympic precision, soaring over the edge of the bed and David’s shoes in the doorway. He narrowly made it to the toilet before he started vomiting. He sat silently on the bathroom floor, running his hand through his hair. What a disaster.

Felix pulled his briefs off and started the shower, needing to scrub himself clean. He couldn’t describe it, but he just felt dirty. The memories of the night before were hazy at best, bits and pieces of the events and what was said drifted in and out of his mind lazily as he stood beneath the hot water. His head was throbbing again and he had no idea why. The only explanation was a brain tumor or something wrong. Why else would this randomly be happening to him? He had to call his doctor and see what he should do because something wasn’t right.

Felix scrubbed his body with the soap, trying his best to get clean, even if it meant scrubbing his skin raw. Afterward, he used shampoo and a little conditioner. His hair was short enough that he probably didn’t need it, but he liked to rub it into the ends to make his hair a little softer to the touch. But, just like all things good, the shower came to an end. He had to leave the comfort and warmth of the water, allowing the liquid to let him go.

Felix wrapped a towel around his waist, stepping carefully onto the shower mat and not the slick tile. He’d made that mistake before, damn near breaking his own neck in the process. The mirror was fogged up, the air dense and hard to breathe. He knew the chill that awaited him outside the door. Maybe he should’ve lowered the AC, but then he wouldn’t get the authentic hotel experience. But why was it even on in the first place? he thought. It was cold outside. To him, at least. David was wearing a tank top the other day, so maybe he was just being a baby about it. Living in LA for years had ruined him when it came to dealing with other types of weather.

Finally, working up the nerve to do so, Felix opened the door, the cold blasting his face (and body) like he knew it would. He made sure to secure the towel around his waist before entering the bedroom. David was awake, laying there on his phone as he walked through the door, nearly tripping on the man’s shoes. He was shirtless, his pecs and abs immediately beckoning him, taunting him.

“Oi, you feeling alright?” David asked, the phone in his hand making a little sound.

“Not really, but I’ll live,” Felix complained. He sat down on the edge of the bed, hoping it would quell the pounding in his head, some.

“Are you an alcoholic?” David asked, causing Felix to immediately burst out in laughter.

“Well, that’s a loaded question,” Felix said once his laughing stopped. He still didn’t look at the man.

“Why do you keep drinking yourself into feeling like this?” David continued, sitting up as he spoke.

“No, no.” Felix shook his head, finally turning to look at him. “This is… something else. In short… yeah, I guess I’m an alcoholic. But what has been going on with me the last few days isn’t from liquor. I don’t drink myself into incoherency.” David was silent, only staring at Felix with those green, green eyes. “What?” Felix asked, one eyebrow raised. “It’s not that bad. Seriously.”

David still didn’t answer. “Alright, I see what you’re doing.” Felix turned back around, running his hands through his wet hair. It dripped down his face, hiding that he was terrified. “I barely know you, by the way. So who are you to be judging me?”

“I’m not judging you,” David said calmly.

Felix sighed loudly, this time his hands running over his face, focusing on his eyes. The water was cold as he rubbed it into his skin. “Listen… I’ve been through a lot. That’s why I drink.”

“So have I. But I don’t drink because of it,” David replied. His tone wasn’t judgemental, and neither were his words. He was being sincere. Which… caught Felix off guard. He wasn’t used to sincerity like that.

“I guess we all have our vices.” Felix sighed again, not able to look at the man. “I did try to quit drinking, a few years back. Clearly, it didn’t end well, since here I am still drinking. But the thing about it is I know when to stop. I can drink and stop myself when I get a good buzz. Something is… wrong here, these last few days. I just can’t figure out what.”

“What if you stopped drinking altogether, then?” David suggested, his tone still innocent. Damn him. He almost wished David would be judgemental, at least that way he could have an excuse to hate him and kick him out.

“I don’t think it’s that easy,” Felix chuckled. Although, it was melancholic. “I’ve been drinking a long time. It’d take moving a mountain to get me to stop.”

“I think I can move mountains,” David said with a grin. Felix could hear it in his tone.

“Well, I’m not as strong as you.” Felix laughed. It wasn’t sad this time, though. It was hearty and honest.

“You’ve got some muscles there,” David said. He scooted over, touching Felix’s bicep.

“Want me to flex for you?” Felix smiled, turning to look at him again.

“Of course, mate! Have at it,” David gestured.

Felix flexed even though he was embarrassed. It was true, he had some tone to him, working out in hotels here and there when he had the time. But he was nowhere near David. That man was perfectly sculpted. Again, like a Greek god.

“It’s not much,” Felix said shyly.

“Oh, piss off,” David laughed. “This is a damn good bicep, if I’ve ever seen one.”

“Have you seen yours?” Felix shook his head, finally able to look back over at the man. “It’s nothing in comparison to that.” He pointed to David’s.

“No, mate,” David shook his head. “Don’t compare them. They’re both great in their own way.”

“I guess that’s true,” Felix said out loud. On the inside, however, he knew that David’s muscles were better.

“It is.” David nodded, flexing his own bicep for Felix. “Want to touch?”

Felix absolutely wanted to touch it. So much so that he didn’t even nod or respond, he just scooted even closer and touched the man’s muscle. It felt even better than he remembered. Felix had a thing about biceps. He didn’t know if it counted as a kink, but something about men’s biceps always got him going. And David’s were no exception. In fact, they might’ve been the best he’d ever touched. Reaching out with his other hand, he tried to grip it in both hands, his fingers unable to touch as he squeezed.

“It’s so nice,” Felix breathed. He ignored his headache, the pain taking a backseat as he felt the heat swelling below his towel.

“Thanks, mate,” David grinned. He leaned forward, pressing his bearded face against Felix’s neck. It was scratchy, as a beard would be, but because Felix was only growing hornier, and David was touching a sensitive spot on his neck, it only made Felix harder. “What’s going on down there?” David whispered in his ear, nibbling on his lobe. It made Felix shiver, his cock pulsing a little.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” Felix gulped. He loved teasing the man in that way, knowing it would only annoy him.

David’s hand moved to the tower and yanked it off before Felix even knew what was happening. His cock was rock hard at that point, standing straight up toward the ceiling. The beard on his neck, the man’s warm breath and wet tongue on his ear, the cool air against his member; it was all almost too much to bear.

“That hard already?” David tutted, his fingers dancing along Felix’s abdomen.

Normally, Felix didn’t mind his own body hair, but something about this man made him wish he shaved even though David was way hairier than he was. Now, he wasn’t sporting a full, almost untamed bush like David, but his pubes were thick and blonde, coming out almost as darker with the density. The man’s fingers brushed over them as he walked them up his happy trail, passed his belly button and further still to his slightly hairy pecs.

“Now, if we wanna talk about good pecs,” David whispered still. His fingers worked their way to his nipples, pausing briefly to give them a gentle squeeze.

Felix snorted, but didn’t say anything. David had told him—commanded him—to not compare their beauty, so he wouldn’t aloud. In his head was a different story. His pecs were no match to David’s. They were large and round and perfectly sculpted. Looking at them from the side was Felix’s favorite, admiring the curvature of them.

David moved his body again, this time straddling Felix. The position alone made Felix’s dick throb painfully. It pulsated against the curve of David’s ass. “I thought you didn’t bottom,” Felix gasped. He tried his best to sound challenging, but he failed. His eyes were wide as he pressed his lips against David’s bare chest. He could barely focus on anything other than the feeling of the man’s cock against his cock, it was soft, yet solid. It was clear he worked it out just as much as every other part of his body, but it wasn’t hard with muscle. He wasn’t sure when the man had taken his pants off, but now only the fabric of his boxers separated his hole from Felix’s cock.

“I don’t,” David laughed. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t get you off.” The man un-straddled him, Felix immediately missed the feeling, wanting desperately to top David. Desperate to feel his cock inside the man. He felt like a wild, caged animal.

Before Felix could protest, David kneeled between his legs, pushing them wider at the knees to make space for his large frame. One of Felix’s eyebrows raised, suddenly aware of what he meant. This, he wasn’t opposed to. He loved getting his dick sucked and it had been a long time since he had. Usually during hookups they always skipped right to penetration, which Felix also liked, but there was something special about blowjobs; the heat and wetness of a man’s mouth drove him mad.

Felix reached over, grabbing a few of the pillows to put below his lower back. He wanted to keep himself in that position without having to lean on his shoulders. Long enough of that, and it started to hurt. Felix adjusted the pillows until he was most comfortable, stopping only to shiver as a few fingers cupped his balls. They were very sensitive, overly so, in his mind. He loved when guys played with them, though. Especially when they used their mouths. He could almost cum from ball play alone.

“Like that?” David grinned up from between his legs. He almost wished he could take a picture with his eyes, the shot of the man looking up at him, his own cock rubbing against his face. But there was no way he could ask that, realistically, without sounding like a weirdo.

“I love having my balls played with,” Felix vocalized his thoughts.

“Good to know,” David replied. He leaned down, the hairs on his beard rubbing against his inner thighs. He shivered again.

Now that was a new sensation. He’d never had such a bearded man use it to his advantage like that. Typically, the feeling of facial hair was distracting and annoying, but something about what David was doing felt amazing. He didn’t know if the length was a factor, or if the pressure applied was what made it feel nice, but whatever it was, Felix wanted him to keep doing it. He tensed his legs, curing his toes slightly as David continued.

“Have you ever measured yourself?” David asked, pausing his deliberate movements for the time being.

“Measured my dick?” David nodded at his question. “Uh… not for a long time, no.”

“Do you want to?” David smirked a bit, his fingers delicately returning to his balls.

“I mean… not really,” Felix admitted. He wasn’t particularly interested in measuring his own dick. It was large and girthy enough and he’d had no complaints thus far, that’s all that mattered to him.

“We can measure mine, too,” David offered.

Felix pursed his lips. Now that was something he was interested in. He didn’t care for himself, but if that was the trade off to take a look at David’s size… then maybe he could make an exception. “Deal,” Felix agreed with a nod.

“One sec.” David stood up. He walked around the bed to where his pants were, fishing in his pockets for something. He found what he was looking for, walking back over to the side of the bed where Felix was propped up. “Alright, we’ll do you first since you’re already hard.”

“What is that?” Felix pointed to the thing, not quite able to make out what he was looking at.

“It’s a tape measure,” David told him. He held it up in front of Felix, grasping it between two fingers to let it dangle to the floor.

“You just have a loose tape measure in your pocket?” Felix asked him, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah,” he nodded innocently. “Sometimes I need to make measurements on my clients’ skin while sizing a tattoo.”

“That… makes sense, actually,” Felix admitted.

“Before you judge me,” David teased. The man kneeled back down, adjusting the tape measure in his hand. “You’re an architect, don’t you need to measure stuff?”

“Well—”

“If anything,” David cut him off, “it’s you that should have one on hand.”

“I do, sorta,” Felix said quickly, before David could cut him off again. “But I keep it in my luggage with all my other work stuff.”

“Not good enough,” David joked, that dumb grin on his face.

“Just measure my dick before I get soft already,” Felix told him. “Otherwise you might have to straddle me again to get me this hard.”

“Alright, alright. Geez.” David conceded, bringing the tape measure up to Felix’s shaft. He put the end of the tape measure right at the base, above his balls, stretching it all the way up to the tip. “Damn,” David said.

“What? What is it?” Felix asked, genuinely curious now.

“Almost eight and a half,” he answered. Moving the tape measure away from his cock now.

“See? Big, like I said,” Felix replied, proud of himself.

“Wanna see mine?” David smirked up at Felix.

“Okay, well I know yours is bigger!” Felix rolled his eyes. “But yes, I do want to see.”

David stood up and pulled his boxers down. Felix’s eyes were immediately transfixed on his bush, moving down the shaft of his flaccid dick. “Lean back,” David instructed. Felix obeyed before he even realized the words David said. He even moved a pillow out from behind him so he could lay back better. David got back on the bed, straddling Felix again. “Now it’s my turn to get hard,” he said, grabbing Felix’s jaw roughly, leaning in to kiss just as hard.

Felix’s dick throbbed painfully against David’s ass, the fabric no longer separating his shaft from David’s hole. He could feel it pulsing in between David’s cheeks as they kissed, wanting nothing more than to spit in his hand and push it inside the man’s hole. He restrained his urges, though, respecting David’s words that he didn’t bottom. Fuck, he wanted to fuck the man so badly, though. He could feel David’s dick pressed between his abdomen and chest, slowly hardening as their kissing became more frantic, more feverish.

It wasn’t long before David’s behemoth of a cock was fully erect and pressed against his chest. The kiss stopped long enough for Felix to look down, the head pointed directly toward his mouth. It glistened a little from the precum as some of it dripped out of the tip. With a little effort, he strained his neck to reach down and give it a lick. Salty and sweet as Felix licked his lips, wanting more. Before he could go down for seconds, the man got off the bed and stood before him. The man’s cock was rock solid, standing perfectly horizontally and pointed toward Felix still. It was amazing to him that something so long and thick could stand so straight.

Without saying anything, David picked up the tape measure again. He had to push some of the hair out of the way to get it all the way to the base of his shaft, pulling it over the top and letting it drape off at the tip. “Nine and a quarter,” he said with a grin. Felix’s mouth dropped, watching the thing pulse rhythmically, the dangling piece of the tape bouncing with each throb.

“No fucking way,” Felix answered finally.

“It’s right here, mate.” The smirk was back on David’s lips. “Take a look.”

Felix didn’t need to. He knew David was being truthful. It was said more in disbelief that he took the whole thing the other night. He’d never had something that big inside of him, nor did he think he ever would. Felix did not like to bottom for dicks that big, but something about the man made him act differently. It was true, wanting something bad enough was enough of an incentive to do it. And in this case, enough to let a nine and a quarter inch cock in his ass.

“Now turn around,” Felix told him, doing a circling motion with his finger. David chuckled, rolling his eyes as he turned around to show Felix the goods. He spit into his hand so he had some kind of lubrication as he placed his hand on his shaft, gently starting to stroke. Skin to skin contact could be so abrasive while masturbating. Felix bit his lower lip as he stroked, fixated on the man’s perfect bubble butt. “See, now this is the good stuff!”

David turned back around, earning an annoyed grunt from Felix as he continued to stroke. “Oi! I’m trying to suck you off,” David said with a grin, “not let you bust with your hand.”

“I’ve got a great view, I can do it this way.” Felix teased, taking his hand off his dick. It stood straight up again, like a soldier.

David walked over, placing his hand on Felix’s chest and pushing him onto his back rather roughly. “It goes the way I say it goes,” David growled in his ear. This made Felix shiver. He liked to be commanded by this man.

“Yes, sir,” Felix replied, biting his bottom lip again.

David crouched between his legs again, pushing them out farther, like last time. He was a broad man, so it made sense. Felix couldn’t help but groan the second he felt the man’s mouth over his head. It was hot and sticky, just the way he liked it. He wanted to buck his hips up, craving to have more of his shaft in David’s mouth, but he restrained himself. He didn’t want to push without permission, knowing some people don’t like to take it to their throat. The lack of oxygen sometimes scared them.

But David didn’t stop, taking it in as far as he could before the back of his mouth stopped it. Felix held his hips down as his tip pressed against the back of the man’s throat. His eyes were closed, waiting, hoping, the man could deepthroat. David’s tongue worked its way around Felix’s dick the best it could. It was just too girthy to make full laps around it, only able to run up and down the underside of it.

Just as Felix thought he was about to pull out, he opened his throat and took the tip in. Felix bucked up instinctually, the pleasure blinding him a bit. “Sorry,” he groaned, hands holding his hips down again. David waved him off as he took more. He felt the man’s nose in his pubes before he saw it.

And… holy fuck.

Felix had to pull his cock from David’s mouth, the man choked a little, trying to catch his breath. “Something… wrong?” David coughed, looking up at Felix.

Felix was biting his hand, the other around his shaft. He shook his head in response, unable to respond. He almost shot his load right down David’s throat with practically no warning. If he removed his hand from squeezing his cock, he would erupt. But he couldn’t hold it any longer, the cum spurting into the air at rocket speeds.

David’s mouth dropped, watching it soar across the room. “No fuckin’ way!” David erupted into laughter.

It took a few pulses, a few thick spurts of spunk, but finally Felix could relax. He let go of his dick and laid his head back on the pillow, his chest rising and falling frantically. “Sorry,” he said between gasps.

“What are you sorry for?” David was finally able to speak after his fit of laughter.

“I didn’t… mean to come… that fast,” he responded, still breathing heavily. How embarrassing. He didn’t know the last time he came that quick; surely his first time inside someone, over ten years ago now.

“Just means I’m good.” David got onto the bed next to him, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Well…” Felix breathed, looking over at him, “I can’t argue with that.”

“I won’t bottom, but I’ll suck you off right good,” David said, a smirk on his lips.

“I suppose that’ll have to suffice.” Felix teased him, reaching over to run his hands along the man’s skin. “Want me to get you off, too?” Felix asked. His hands went lower, his fingertips running through David’s bush.

“Nah, I’m saving it for the next time I fuck you,” David answered casually.

Felix choked a bit, smiling at the man. “Oh. yeah? Says who?”

“Me, obviously.” David grinned, rolling on top of Felix and pinning him down. Before Felix could even object, the man’s lips were pressed to his, the scruff of his beard tickling his face. “Now come shower with me. I hate figuring out how to work other peoples' showers.”

Notes:

Love you, babes. Leave any comments or suggestions below!! Also, if you'd be interested in assisting with my smut scenes (ie. giving ideas, proof reading, etc.) let me know!!! I need some help in that department for sure. <3

Chapter 3: Part 1: Bitter (Interlude)

Notes:

Surprise!! I decided to split this chapter into two parts, because that just made the most sense as I was writing!! Enjoy, my babies <3

Several weeks had passed. Felix and David were spending more and more time together, the weather getting colder as they did so. Felix had broken his rule, going from only sleeping with someone once to now spending an innumerable amount of time with the same guy. He couldn’t help it. He let David get it, under his skin, the helpless optimism of a new love. There was something about the man he was unfamiliar with, some kind of beauty to him that most other men didn’t have to hook his attention. A sort of sweetness dripped from his lips, like honey, or melted candy. 

Autumn’s chill became chillier. Felix hadn’t planned on staying in the city for that long, but there were… certain things there that delayed his work. A type of distraction. At first, Felix thought that his boss would be more upset about him taking longer on this project, seeing as he was staying weeks longer than anticipated. But his boss didn’t care. Nobody seemed to care. So, neither did he. Felix figured it was because he always produced quality work no matter how long it took him to finish it. But the truth of the matter was, Felix wasn’t finished with the building. 

Sure, there was a distraction in the form of a Greek god, but he hadn’t fitted the pieces quite right. There was something missing, some piece of him that he was willing to give, but wasn’t able to. His flair was missing, his charm, his ace in the hole. Sure, he could finish up and submit the schematics as is, but it wouldn’t satisfy him. Felix was certain his boss would still like it, but he wouldn’t. It would be a stain on his genius, his legacy. He needed more. He needed inspiration through sculpt, through models, something to make it beautiful.

“What are you thinking about?” David asked one night as Felix was deep in thought. They practically lived at David’s place by that point. Felix couldn’t stand the top of that building, the other skyscrapers staring at him, great and unblinking. They threatened him, taunted him, made him question his success in the past. 

If Felix was really honest with himself, he was a little scared to submit anything. He grew up in this city and it beat him down time and time again. What if he couldn’t compare? What if he couldn’t measure up to the bully that nearly killed him? What if his building was hated, or picked on? He couldn’t let his child get bullied, especially when he couldn’t be there to defend it. But honesty wasn’t on the agenda. He couldn’t show his cracks to anybody, especially not to David. 

All that said, they were still able to get settled into a routine, able to sit together peacefully in the silence. Felix hadn’t been able to do something like that since he was very little. It was odd, the sensation. Felix would work on his schematics, David would watch TV or be on his phone, sometimes his laptop. They were able to sort of… lean on one another in the silence. Just the man’s presence in the same room as him was comforting in a way he couldn’t explain. 

But what were they, really? he thought. When it got down to the nitty-gritty of them, what candle did they have to hold out? David never bothered discussing what they were, so, neither did Felix. He found that talking about things tended to ruin them. “Getting it all out there” never sat right with him. It never worked with his mother, so what would be different now? Felix learned very early on that speaking the truth never got him anywhere but in trouble, learning early on to dance around the lies he told. And even after all that, people in his life never took accountability for their actions, regardless of how hurtful they were. What was the point of airing out dirty laundry when all it did was make the room stink? 

“Just… my building.” Felix said finally, only partially lying. Think of it as a white lie. Good for keeping the peace. 

“What about it?” David asked, moving off the couch and coming to stand beside Felix at the table. 

This wasn’t the first time that David asked about Felix’s work, and it wouldn’t be the last time he wasn’t honest with the man. “I just can’t get it the way I like.” Now that part was honest. 

“But, like, why not?” David probed. 

Felix’s eye twitched in annoyance. A part of him just couldn’t answer in an honest way. He’d bottled himself up and locked himself away for so long. “It’s hard to explain,” he replied, trying not to let the irritation leak into his voice. 

“Why don’t you ever tell me about your work?” David asked, walking back over to the couch to sit down. 

Felix wasn’t sure how to answer that. “It’s just… hard to explain.” He knew that was a terrible response, but it was true! Just not in the way David thought. 

“You’re doing that thing again,” David said. His mouth was sideways, annoyance growing on his face. 

“I’m not—”

“You always act like you’re so much smarter than me,” David continued. “Do you think you’re better than me? Honestly?” 

Oh, great. A fight was in sight. 

“No, I don’t,” Felix surrendered immediately. The last thing he needed was another fight. They happened whenever David tried asking about his work, or asking other personal questions that Felix didn’t want to deal with. 

“Well, why is it every time I talk to you about work you act like this?” David questioned him, arms crossed. 

“Because—” the words hitched in his throat, like something was crushing his voice, preventing it from exiting “—because…” 

David was waiting for his response, one eyebrow raised. “Because…?” 

How was he to explain it? His buildings were his children and he couldn’t accept criticism? He feared they can’t stand on their own, separate from his legacy? He feared he couldn’t stand on his own, separate from his legacy? Ever since Felix’s first building, he’d been trying to surpass it, to make something greater. Parts of him wondered if he was actually talented at what he did, or if he was just given the position with a stroke of luck. There was constant turmoil inside of him as he grasped desperately for something that might make him happy. And he would realize, belatedly, he had it was the man in front of him. 

Who was he without his art? And who had the credentials to answer that question? 

“I don’t know.” Felix admitted defeat. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” David shook his head, turning around and going back on his phone. 

“No, no. Wait.” Felix stood up and walked over to sit next to the man. 

“Please don’t say it’s from your past again, mate,” David warned. “That’ll only piss me off more.” 

Felix shut his mouth, reeling the words back into his throat like he was fishing. “It’s just…” He sighed loudly, thinking of a way his tongue would let him form the words. 

David stopped him, seeing Felix struggling. “It’s fine, Felix. It’s not a big deal.”

Felix frowned, turning away from the man. There really wasn’t anything left to say. “I’ll go.” 

“Don’t go back to your hotel room and drink.” David reignited the argument. “Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?” Felix was getting defensive. 

“Run away,” he said. 

Felix flinched at that right hook. He wasn’t expecting another drinking argument, not that. David went straight for the knife this time. 

“Can we go back to the drinking argument?” Felix suggested. He did not want to have whatever argument this running away one was about to be.

“You know what,” David clapped his hands together and stood up, “go, actually. Go sit in your hotel room alone, and drink.” 

“I—” Felix started, unsure what to say. 

“Go before I have to kick you out of my apartment,” David said with finality. There was suddenly a calmness to his voice, standing firm in his conviction. 

Felix’s eyebrows dipped in anger as he stood. “Fine. I will.” He walked over to the table and started putting all his work away, filling the briefcase with papers and schematics and other various objects he was using. 

“And don’t forget your ruler.” David told him, handing him the little piece of wood. 

“Fuck off.” Felix snapped. 

“No, you fuck off!” David spat. “You act like you’re so important because you designed one famous building years ago!”

Felix flinched again. He knew it was just David lashing out, not knowing that comment would hit him at a much deeper level. But he could stop himself. He stared the man right in the eyes and said, “Fuck you.” And with that, he pushed past the man with all his stuff. 

“Yeah, fuck you, too, mate!” David shouted after him as he opened the door and slammed it closed behind him as hard as possible. 

The rest of the night was a blur. Like a montage of lost things, Felix somehow ended up back in his hotel room, completely wasted. Before he knew it, the sun was up in the window, the blinds forgotten again. A dull headache made itself known like jagged rocks in the creek, heavy and sharp in his head. This time it was actually a hangover. But it was nothing near as bad as the first two days with David. To Felix, though, the worst part was remembering the fight from the night before. He knew it was juvenile. He knew it was immature. But he couldn’t help himself. He was like his mother. Self-important and unable to reason himself down when faced with confrontation about it. He had become everything he hated.

Worse still, he had no idea where his briefcase was with the schematics of his building. It didn’t matter, anyway. He hated it. He hated every corner, every hallway, every doorway. He hated the structure, the design, the shape. He hated it. He wanted to rip it up. No. He wanted to burn it. No trace. No evidence. 

A knock at the door startled him out of his spiral, a new development. Felix pulled some underwear on—not really sure how he became nude in the first place—and headed to the door. The rocks were still stabbing in his skull.

“Sorry, no—” Felix stopped himself as David stood in the door, metal briefcase in one hand and his phone in the other. “Oh, David.” He had not expected the man to show up. In fact, he expected to never see the man again, in typical Felix standard. 

“Left your phone at my place.” He held Felix’s silver phone in his right hand. “Also, your briefcase was sitting in the middle of the hall by the elevator…” 

“Oh, that’s where it was.” Felix cleared his throat. He was kind of annoyed it still existed since he was still just on the tail end of his spiral, but a part of him was relieved that he didn’t have to completely restart. His boss would be pissed about that. A silence settled over them as David stood in the door, only a few feet from Felix. He didn’t know what to say. He had never seen a man again after a fight. “But come in!”

David obliged, looking a little confused himself. “Thought you weren't going to let me in,” the man chuckled. 

I wasn’t, Felix thought as the man entered with the briefcase. 

David set it down on the table, along with the phone. He wondered how he got home if he left his phone at David’s place… 

“Look…” David started, turning to face Felix. One hand was rubbing the side of his arm. It wasn’t like David to be… shy? Is that what he was being? “I’m sorry about what I said last night.” 

Felix’s mouth hung open slightly. That was the last thing he expected of the man. He could not have anticipated an apology after how things were… left. “O-Oh… umm,” Felix swallowed, trying to find the words. “... I’m sorry, too.” That was more surprising. Felix was never able to apologize, even for his wrongdoings. It was difficult for him. 

“I was just angry because…” David stopped, looking away for a second. “I guess because I wish you’d let me in.” 

Felix froze up a little. He did not expect David to want that of all things. He… wasn’t used to a man saying that to him. The truth was, Felix never let anybody in. He hadn’t for years. And that was intentional, seeing as he didn’t trust anybody to be let in. Just like with his buildings, he was very protective of emotions and thoughts. Cultivating all those things took time, and Felix held them all very dear to him, giving them great importance. He worked hard on them. They had to shield them from criticism, from the judgmental stares and words. Just like what David said last night. 

Felix didn’t realize he hadn’t said anything until the man spoke again.  “Is it me?” The man asked, still staring. 

“It’s not…” Felix fumbled for something to say, knowing the silence after something like that would be crushing. “It’s not you. I promise.”

“Then what is it?” David asked him. His sorry eyes cut to the bone. 

“As much as you hate to hear it,” Felix began, “it really does come from issues from my past. I didn’t have a particularly… loving upbringing.” 

“Well, neither did I!” David objected. It was clear he was trying to keep his temper under control the best he could. But some of it managed to find its way into his voice. “But I don’t shut everybody out!” 

“Maybe not,” Felix answered solemnly. He didn’t think it was quite getting through to the man. 

“Is it really that hard—”

“Yes!” Felix shouted, startling the both of them. He sighed loudly and pressed the two fingers to the bridge of his nose. “For me, yes, it is that hard.” 

“I didn’t realize it was this serious.” David’s voice was quiet now. Probably quieter than he’d ever heard him speak. 

“Yeah, well…” Felix shrugged. “Sucks.”

Silence settled over them. This time it was thick and suffocating, far from the once peaceful thing they were able to cultivate together. It wasn’t anything new, though, this bitterness. He was far too familiar with the taste, the venom on his tongue. He’d been through it time and time again until he swore off dating, throwing himself deep into his work. It was after his first breakup that he was able to design his first building, the unnamed behemoth that lived in New York now, a city he could never revisit. A deep blue ray came in through the windows, those fucking blinds standing open. The colors of the city from the sun through the panes of glass. 

“I think you should go,” Felix said quietly, unable to make eye contact anymore. The man’s eyes hurt to look at. 

“Yeah.” David agreed. 

“Thanks for…” Felix didn’t know how to say it. Again, he was incapable of letting the words be spoken. “My phone and briefcase.” 

“Yeah…” David answered. “See ya around, mate.” 

Felix didn’t answer in time, the door shutting quietly behind the man. The bottom shelf of the cabinet called to him. The 10 am sun bounced into his eyes, reflecting off the crimson liquid. He’d get something sweet on his tongue, one way or another.

Notes:

I'm so sorry this is a sad one, but stay tuned!

Also, I didn't realize I'm just dumb and wasn't copy/pasting to the "rich text" section when bringing my writing over... tell me why none of the words I've been italicizing have been italicized until now!! I'm so sad. But you live and you learn, I suppose. I know to do it moving forward :)

Chapter 4: Part 2: 🍭 Sweet (Interlude)

Notes:

Well... okay here's another!! This was the second part to Bitter! Just a quick, cute fluff chapter of sorts. Please enjoy!

“Is there a reason you aren’t finished with this building?” His boss’s voice crackled over the phone. Felix was in the elevator, the signal chopping a little as he rode down to the first floor of his hotel. 

“I haven’t quite got what I need,” Felix admitted. “It’s missing something.”

“Well, I’ve already given you several weeks extension,” the man’s voice was stern. “I don’t do that. Do I do that?”

“You don’t.”

“I don’t. Exactly.” The voice popped particularly loudly, causing Felix to flinch a bit. 

“I know, I know.” Felix sighed. “I’m so close, I think. I just… I need a little more time.”

“You’re asking for another extension after I just told you I don’t give extensions?” His boss was almost dumbfounded, he could hear it even through the spotty signal. 

“Sir, I know,” Felix began, licking his lips as the elevator door dinged open, “but if you rush this it won’t be as great as it could be.” 

“I don’t really care about ‘great.’ I’ll settle for good. The city wants the schematics.” There was silence on the line for a moment. Felix’s heart was pounding against his ribs. “But fine. I’ll see what I can do, pull some strings. Don’t disappoint me!”

“Thank you, sir!” Felix held his hand over the phone and sighed in relief. “I promise I won’t let you down!” 

“Good.” His boss hung up. 

Felix leaned against the wall, holding his phone against his chest, his heart still pounding beneath it. He thought his boss was going to force him to submit his schematics early. Well, not ‘early,’ but earlier than he wanted. He’d done it to others in the past, but never to Felix. The building in New York solidified Felix among the Greats in the architectural world, but that was years ago, and he couldn’t have immunity forever. But luckily, his boss had a soft spot for him, pretty much allowing him to do what he wanted as long as the work was good. And it was. It always was. But for some reason, this time he couldn’t get it right. 

Felix checked all his pockets, making sure he had everything he needed: phone, wallet, hotel keys. All things were accounted for. The autumn chill was quickly turning to a winter one as November was drawing to an end. From what he gathered, people around here were surprised it hadn’t snowed yet, saying they usually get snow in October! Felix couldn’t remember that when he was little, he just remembered there was always snow around Christmas time. And as much as he didn’t want to buy a winter jacket, seeing as he was trying to leave as quickly as he could, he couldn’t keep going out without one. He wasn’t resilient enough, like everyone else here seemed to be. 

Felix wanted to go to the heart of the city, the place where all the veins connected back to, where the blood always seemed to return. He’d been there over a month now and still hadn’t gone. Maybe that was the place to find his inspiration, he thought. Maybe feeling the city’s breath, inhaling its oxygen by the lake, would be just what he needed to finish his schematics, and the entire project. Not only that, maybe he could find a nice faux fur coat there. He had always wanted one of those, seeing them on TV and in movies. They looked snazzy. Felix was into snazzy, as a word especially. 

A quick ride there through his phone, and Felix was stepping out onto the cold cement, pulling his little suit jacket tighter around his shoulders. It was true what they said, it was colder by the lake. The big blue body of water was only a few blocks away, the little waves rippling, even in the cold. It wasn’t quite as beautiful as Venice Beach, the Pacific Ocean off the coast in LA, but something about how it stood against the cold was spectacular in its own way. Big and blue and beautiful. It was moving endlessly, not allowing enough time for itself to freeze. Not allowing the frigid air in. Perhaps Felix could take a page out of its handbook. 

After several hours and several stores in, Felix finally found what he was looking for. The very expensive shops he was at didn’t have faux fur, only sporting real fur, which Felix didn’t like. He didn’t want to support that kind of behavior in his clothing, trying to be as ethical as he could, knowing the animals suffered enough. But it wasn’t until he went to the lesser high-end stores that he was able to find faux. And, to him, what did it matter? They looked and felt the same and an animal wasn’t harmed in the process. Not only that, it was also cheaper. A real win-win for him. 

Unfortunately, it was him leaving the store in his new coat where his day took an unexpected turn. He ran into David, literally, on the street. Both of them kind of stared at each other, mouths not quite able to close. Felix’s first instinct was to run, but he knew that wasn’t really socially acceptable in any situation, outside of maybe being five years old. 

“Umm… hi,” Felix said, seeing as neither was speaking or leaving. Now, even though they had fought in a way that seemed irreparable, he couldn’t lie—for once—and say he didn’t miss David. 

David closed his mouth finally, clearing his throat. “Hi, uh, Felix.” Neither of them said anything again, just kind of staring in disbelief. Clearly David had the same thought as Felix, never expecting to see him again. A few people gave them dirty looks as they passed, wondering why these two men were stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “Nice coat.”

“Thanks.” Felix replied immediately, his mouth dry. “I just bought it. Kinda… kinda cold, you know?” 

“Yeah, I guess it has gotten a little colder,” David answered. Even he was wearing a bigger coat, his hands tucked away in his pockets. Although, it wasn’t quite as large as the one Felix was sporting. “I didn’t think you’d… you know, still be here.” The man continued. 

“I still haven’t finished my building, so…” Felix swallowed hard. His eyes were looking around, trying to stay anywhere but on David’s face. He knew it would suck him right back in. “What? Trying to get rid of me that quick?” Felix tried cracking a joke, hoping it would ease some tension. And it did, actually. It was a little delayed, unusual for his quick wit, but it sufficed. 

“You know,” he started again, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “I was just going to ask if you were out looking for me again?” 

Felix smiled back, shyly. “Yeah, I bet you do wish that, huh?” He looked the man up and down quickly. He was in too-tight jeans and a tight sweater underneath his jacket. The clothes hugged him just right, just the way they both liked it. 

He was quiet again, thinking. Felix knew that look on his face by now. “Maybe a bit,” he said quietly. 

“Hey, I was just about to go do some shopping.” Felix lied. Sort of. He had gotten what he wanted, but he could go to a few more places if that meant an excuse to be with David. “You’re off today, right? Want to… accompany me?” 

David was thinking again, this time harder than just a few moments before. “Uh…”

“How about this,” Felix started, not wanting him to say no, “we can just go get some stuff and then go out to dinner. My treat.” 

David rubbed the side of his arm. “Oh, what the hell. Okay.” 

Felix already had a plan in mind for them. He wanted to take David to get a suit, and to get fitted for another one, knowing the man would want one to fit a little more snuggly than suits usually did. And lucky for them, Felix knew just the place to do this. It wasn’t a coincidence he knew where the best suit shop in the city was. In fact, he looked this information up no matter where he went. It was important to always be prepared in case he needed a new suit for something, or in case he dirtied one. His agent sent his measurements to the suit shop weeks in advance, requesting he had a suit ready for pickup when he went. It was a ritual for each of his trips. 

David’s face dropped as they stepped up to the shop, BALANI Custom Clothiers, on the glass near the front door. It was directly next to the big Italian Village sign. He’d read something about nice restaurants in this area, so it would work out perfectly for the dinner part of the night. All the walls were glass, allowing them to see into the building. It looked fancy. Not the fanciest Felix had been, but fancy nonetheless. 

“We’re not going in there, are we?” David pointed, his mouth hanging open. 

“We are, actually.” Felix nodded. “We’re gonna get you a suit.” 

“Oh, I can’t afford a suit—”

“I said my treat, don’t worry about it.” Felix opened the door, gesturing for David to enter. 

David walked in, but he looked nervous. It was very unlike the man to be nervous. It was kind of cute, especially since he was nervous about entering a suit shop, of all things. It was a place oh so familiar to Felix. But he supposed it would be flipped for them if David took him to see one of those fights live he was always talking about. 

“Good afternoon, gentleman! What can I do for you?” The man behind the counter asked them. 

David stepped to the side, turning wide-eyed to look at Felix for help. “We’re here to get him fitted for a suit.” Felix smiled, mostly at David, though. “Also, I would like to get him a suit to leave with, as well.” 

“So you want two suits?” The man asked, just to clarify. 

“Technically three, actually,” Felix said sheepishly. “My agent actually sent over my measurements for a suit. Probably a few weeks ago, I think she said it was ready.” 

“Of course! What’s the name?” The man asked. 

“Felix Richter.” 

The man typed into his keyboard. “Ah, I see, Mr. Richter. Yes, your suit is ready. So, just to let you know, the base price for a basic fitting is $1,299. Is that okay?” 

David’s mouth dropped, looking between Felix and the man. “Totally fine.” Felix nodded. “And how much for the suit to pick out today?” 

“All depends on what he picks,” the man replied. “And for your suit… it looks like it’s going to be two grand.”

“Okay.” Felix nodded. “I’ll pay for the custom fitting and my suit now, if that’s alright. Then I’ll pay the rest when we can decide on what he’ll take today.”

“Better than alright!” The man gave an over enthusiastic smile. “Cash or card?”

“Do people pay with cash here?” Felix asked, his own mouth mirror David’s a little. 

“Oh, yes. Very frequently, if you can believe it,” the man chuckled, though awkwardly. 

“I can’t.” Felix chuckled in response, also awkwardly. “But I’ll be paying with a card.” He fished his wallet from his pocket, getting the heavy blue card for its place and handing it to the man. 

“That’s a very fine suit you’re wearing right now,” the man said as he plugged the card into the reader. “Are you some kind of suit connoisseur?”

“Something like that,” Felix answered, looking around the store. 

“Oh, here is my colleague,” the man gestured to another man that came walking down the stairs, “he’ll be taking care of your friend's fitting.” 

“And what’s your name, sir?” The new man asked, sizing David up and down. 

“Uh… David.” He spoke finally. It was his first words since entering the establishment. 

“He’s getting fitted for one, but Mr. Richter said he wanted to take one home today, as well.” The first man told the new man. 

“Perfect.” The second man nodded. “Would you follow me, Mr… uh…?”

“Kingfield,” David said sheepishly. 

“Mr. Kingfield! Yes, would you follow me back to the measurement room?” 

“Sure…” David shot Felix an anxious look before following. 

“You can join him if you want.” The man behind the counter let him know. 

“I probably will, but I’ll let him be a little scared first.” Felix smiled again. 

“His first time getting fitted?” 

“I think so.” Felix nodded. “I remember my first time getting fitted. I was terrified.”

“It’s not that bad! My colleague is very friendly.” The man assured Felix. 

“Oh, I’m sure!” 

“Let me go grab your suit, Mr. Richter. If you’ll excuse me.” 

Felix sat down on one of the cushioned armchairs in the lobby of the store. He decided to let David go through the measurements and fittings alone, but he’d be there to help pick out the suits when he got there. He watched as the sun started its downward descent into the sky. In these months, it wouldn’t be long before it was dark, the sun played hide and seek behind the buildings before dropping completely behind the curve of the earth. 

After some time, David walked back out, scowling at Felix. “They measured everything in there, mate!”

“Oh, your dick, too?” Felix asked, one eyebrow raised. He was still sitting on the cushioned armchair, one leg crossed at the knee. His bag with his suit was seated on the chair next to him, along with his faux fur coat. 

David’s mouth dropped, the scowl immediately vanishing. “No! Not that! But I thought that’s where it was going to go after they measured my fingers!”

“Yeah, some places do that.” Felix shrugged. “I actually don’t know why.” 

“Will you be adding shoes to the expense?” The second man asked as he walked out from the measurement room. 

Felix looked to David. “Do you want shoes?” But before David could answer, Felix did it for him. “Who am I kidding, you need shoes with a suit. Yes, of course! Add shoes to the bill.” 

David scowled again. “This is too bloody expensive!”

“I said my treat!” Felix reminded him, feigning innocence. 

“I thought you meant for like… I don’t know, an ice cream or something! Not a bloody thirteen hundred dollar suit!” 

“I think it’s a little too cold for ice cream…” 

“It’s never too cold for ice cream, and you know that.” 

Before Felix could answer, the man beckoned them over to the section with all the suits.“If you gentleman would follow me, we’ll be choosing two suits for Mr. Kingfield.” 

“Yeah, I suppose I didn’t specify, that’s on me. But it's too late now!” Felix laughed as he stood up. “You’re already all measured. Now let’s go pick out your suits.” 

David grumbled, grabbing Felix’s bag off the chair as they headed over to all the suits. It wasn’t that hard to pick colors or styles, unsurprisingly. And as much as he hated it, David insisted on a red suit for his fitted one. Red was his favorite color, which Felix didn’t know. But he managed to convince the man to go with more of a burgundy than the bright red that he initially pointed to. He’d take that as a win. As for the suit he was going to wear out of the store, David selected black, much to Felix’s liking. It was important to have a plain black one, as a standard. Now, back at Felix’s house in LA, he had an entire wardrobe dedicated to suits, and black and white were his staples. But white was certainly a harder sell. But, he had all different colors and patterns to mix and match. So, he was proud of David for choosing one that he could mix with the red one, at the very least, if he needed to. 

When all was said and done, he was back at the register as David changed. Felix brought his blue metal card out again. “Can you have his suit shipped to his house?” He was glad he could ask this while David was changing, knowing full well the man would have an objection to a needless additional charge. 

As Felix returned his card to his wallet, he spun around to see David walking over in one of the suits. Felix couldn’t hide it, his jaw dropped to the floor. The man was stunning. The suit didn’t fit him tight enough, like he liked, but it still looked incredible on him. David’s face was red already, and it only got redder at Felix’s reaction. 

“Don’t look at me like that!” David complained, awkwardly adjusting the tie around his neck. 

“ Excuse  me.” Felix stretched out the syllables in the first word, placing a hand on his own chest, pretending to be offended. “Last I checked, staring was free.” 

“Piss off.” David smiled shyly. 

“Thank you so much for coming in today, gentleman!” The overly enthusiastic man smiled at them. It was their cue to get the fuck out. And Felix didn’t need to be told twice. 

“No, thank you. ” Felix smiled at them, grabbing his bag (which now had David’s other clothes in it as well) and headed out the door. 

“These shoes are so uncomfortable,” David complained as they walked down the sidewalk. 

“Yeah, that doesn’t really get better,” Felix admitted with a laugh. “And those are the nice ones. Imagine getting the crappy ones.”

“I do not want to imagine that,” he grumbled, messing with the tie again.

“Stop touching the tie, you’re going to make it crooked,” Felix demanded. They stopped walking, Felix turning to David to fix the tie. He grabbed the fabric, the cold sending a chill down his spine as he moved it back in place. “See? It should be like this.” 

“Oh, I see…” But David wasn’t looking at the tie in his hands, he was looking directly into Felix’s eyes. Felix was taken aback, not fully expecting to see the man’s eyes that closely that night. 

But before he could take a step back, David grabbed the sides of his coat and pulled him in. Their lips connected, Felix immediately shut his eyes and melted into the man. Words couldn’t express how much he missed the man. His lips were sweet, just like he remembered. His signature cologne filled Felix’s nose. If Heaven existed, he knew it would be in this man’s embrace. 

When the kiss ended, Felix cleared his throat. “Ahem… S-So, that’s how it should look.” He repeated dumbly, still in the haze of the man’s kiss. That stupid smirk was on David’s lips again, but Felix loved it. 

“Want to go back to your place or mine?” David nearly whispered, his arm around Felix’s waist.

“I made a dinner reservation!” Felix objected. 

“Cancel it,” David ordered. Felix’s ears immediately perked up. There was that tone again. “We’ll go after. I need you now.” 

“Yes, sir.” Felix obeyed, fumbling to get his phone from his pocket. There was a hunger inside both of them. Deep and animalistic.

David stood before him, a primal urge in his eyes, a holy glow about him from the neon sign above his head. Felix was certain, in that moment, that the man could turn water into wine. And he repeated, “So… is it your place or mine?”

Notes:

So I definitely didn't think to have these two parts done in a day, and I'm sure it's not my best writing, but I've been on fire at this keyboard so I figured why not just publish it instead of sitting on for weeks? Chapter 4 (technically 5, I suppose, according to AO3) coming soon...

Chapter 5: Fancy

Notes:

Okayyy. So this is a fun one, mostly! After this chapter I think it gets kinda sad. But for now, we're young and the sun is out and shining (not within the fic, but in real life hopefully)!! Please enjoy <3

Felix’s place was closer. From sidewalk to car to hotel was only a few minutes total. The elevator to the top floor was excruciating, the four mirrored walls acting like a reflective cage for two wild animals. From the second the doors closed, all the way to the penthouse, David and Felix’s lips never left one another’s, anchored together like a chain docking a boat to the seafloor. Getting the door to his room open was even harder than when he was intoxicated, his hands physically shaking as he attempted to get the key into the keyhole. 

The second the door opened, their suits were stripped off their bodies in record time, strewn messily across the suite. Felix was on his back, legs spread and in the air even faster. One finger was already inside, fingering himself as he waited for David to put the condom and lube on.

“Nah, mate. On top.” The man ordered. Felix immediately obeyed, getting off his back and allowing David to take his place. 

Felix watched the man pour more lube on his cock, getting it even wetter than before. And they were going to need it with the limited time for foreplay. Felix hadn’t had a dick in him since the last time they fucked over a week ago. When David was done stroking and holding the base of his cock, Felix got back on, straddling the man. He could feel the man’s head pushing against his ass almost immediately. David was feral, a newfound lust in his eyes. Like some kind of desperation, a hunger to put his dick inside Felix, to fuck him silly. A small, selfish part of Felix wished David kept the suit on, not caring if it was ruined. He’d pay for another one to have David fuck him in it. But he supposed they could save that conversation for another time. 

Felix spread himself as he felt the pressure of David’s head pushing inside of him, doing his best to relax. But he still let out a gasp. Felix forced himself to focus on his breathing, allowing the head to slip the rest of the way in. Thank god for the extra lube, because the head just entered and already he could feel himself stretching to accommodate for the tip. There were at least eight more inches to go, and it only got thicker the closer to the base it was. 

Felix took a deep breath, lowering himself on David’s cock, the girth stretching him even further. He knew he couldn’t take too long to get it in, because his legs were already starting to tire from holding his body weight up in such a position. He should’ve got on his knees instead of his feet, seeing as his thighs were stronger than his calves, but he would fix himself once David was completely in. 

“That’s right,” David grunted, grabbing Felix’s waist with both hands. “Halfway, love. Take the rest.” 

“Fuck off,” Felix groaned. He didn’t mean it in a way that was hostile. Just the pain and discomfort of his insides rearranging to fit David’s monster made it hard to change his tone. “How about you take all nine inches of your dick and talk about taking the rest?”

“No fuckin’ way.” David laughed at him. One of his hands moved from Felix’s hips, running it up his abs and caressing one of his pecs. 

Felix’s legs were shaking now, partially from the position, partially from the sheer size of David’s cock inside of him. But he knew he had to finish it off so he could adjust himself. With one final breath, Felix pushed himself the rest of the way down, taking the full length of the man’s dick. He could feel the man’s bush on the underside of his balls. 

Felix hung his head back, gasping a bit. “Oooh, wow.” Impossibly, it felt bigger than it ever had. After several deep breaths, he adjusted himself to a more seated position, placing his legs on either side of David, his torso leaning backward. 

David moved his hand over to Felix’s cock, running a few fingers up and down the underside of his erect shaft. Felix bucked up instinctively, ultra sensitive as David’s girth pushed against his prostate. The man didn’t even start moving yet, it was just there, ever present and pressed inside of him. 

“You ready to start moving, babe?” David asked. He could feel the thing throbbing inside of him. David was using all the self-control he had to not immediately start fucking. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Felix groaned. 

David pulled back a little. That smirk was back on David’s lips as he pulled out further. From what Felix could tell (purely by feeling), it was halfway out before the man thrusted back up. Felix gasped, his cock hardening from the sensation. He was painfully erect, watching his own dick beat in time with David’s. The man put his hands back on Felix’s hips, grasping them firmly before he continued. 

“I’m gonna go fast now, okay?” David was panting. Literally. He craved the feeling of his dick going in and out of Felix’s hole. 

Felix couldn’t answer verbally, only nodding in response. David pulled out again, but this time he was able to stifle his moan somewhat. But he let it out almost instantly as David thrusted back in. He let his head hang back as the man continued these motions: pulling out halfway and thrusting all the way back in to the hilt. Felix could feel it pushing up inside of him, the full length of the man’s dick was like an arm. Not quite that thick, but not too far off when reaching the base, right above the balls. 

Finally, as Felix started to adjust to the size of the thing again, he was able to think a little clearer. He began meeting David’s thrusts halfway, lifting his ass up as the man pulled out, and dropping as he pushed up. 

“Fuck yeah, Felix.” David was groaning now, his accent thickening. 

David wrapped his arms around Felix’s back and sat up, surprising him. The man was pushed all the way in as he did it, the girthy member pushing up against his stomach as their bodies twisted a bit. Before he knew it, David had him on his back, their chests pressed together. David repositioned himself, using one hand to wrap Felix’s around his waist. They were in the mating press position, Felix realized, his eyes widening. David was making it what he wanted it to be, and the way he braced himself on his knees… Those thighs on that man were about to wreck Felix’s. 

David hadn’t even started moving yet and already he could feel the man’s dick reaching further than before. He swore he could feel it in his throat. Now David was really pulling out, no more of that halfway shit. He took it all the way until the head was nearly out before slamming back in. Felix’s whole body jolted with the force, his toes curling and uncurling with each pound in. He was literally fucked back into thinking incoherently, his head as empty as a balloon as the pleasure slowly rising to a breaking point. 

He didn’t even bother trying to contain himself, openly moaning with each push and pull of the man’s dick. He moved his hands down to David’s ass, grabbing both of the man’s meaty cheeks. That was for Felix’s own pleasure, as he was nearly unable to explain the muscle in his chest, pounding in time with David. Nothing turned him on more than grabbing his top’s ass while they fucked him. What was hotter than a man with a fat ass? 

David was beginning to moan openly, too, meaning he was close to finishing. The man usually kept his noises to himself, but as his carnality neared climax, he stopped being able to contain his moans, stopped being able to thrust rhymically. Felix could feel the man’s chest muscles flex against his own, his lower back tensing beneath the grip of his criss-crossed legs. Felix moved one hand off David’s ass, grabbing the back of the man’s head and kissing him passionately. 

This seemed to set David off, the irregular thrusts growing erratic as he slammed harder and harder. The sound echoed off the hotel walls, the bed thundering against the wall as the man pounded into Felix. He wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. David moved his head to Felix’s neck, using his skin to mask his shout as he came. Just like last time, the spurts were so forceful he could feel them jet out, caught only by the thin rubber. A tiny part of Felix wished there wasn’t a condom, but he wasn’t going to be the one to bring that up. 

David collapsed onto Felix, his weight nearly crushing him as he shook almost violently from the orgasm. His cock was still rock hard inside of Felix, throbbing incessantly. In fact, David felt even harder than when they started. Felix’s own dick was pinned between his stomach and the man’s abs, pleading to be released as well. 

“David—” Felix practically begged. He needed to cum.

“Not yet.” David was panting, still coming down from his climax. He lifted his head just enough to press his lips to Felix’s. David pulled his dick out suddenly, causing Felix to moan lightly. “Hold it open like that.” David ordered, moving to the end of the bed. Felix shivered as he felt the man’s tongue enter his opened hole. 

Felix’s hand moved to his own dick, using what lube he had to stroke himself as David rimmed him. “Fuck. You’re gaping, love.” David said after finally coming up for air. Felix groaned disapprovingly, wanting something stimulating his prostate for his finish. “Oi, I know what you want.” David pulled the condom off his still fully erect dick, making sure to not let any cum slip out.

 Before he could ask what David was doing, he dumped the cum from the condom onto Felix’s cock. There was so much of it, and he wondered how the man could cum so much. It was thick and warm and white, some of it dripping down onto Felix’s own pubes. And that was exactly what Felix wanted, and even he didn’t know it until it happened. His cock swelled painfully as he continued to jerk off, rubbing the cum into his skin. 

“Want me to put it back in?” David asked, the smirk from earlier back on his lips. Felix bit his lip before giving the man a nod. “Is it okay if I don’t put another condom on?” 

This time, Felix nodded enthusiastically, lifting his ass a little bit for an easier entry. David spit into Felix’s open hole before pressing the head back. They both moaned in unison as he continued pushing in deeper. 

“Fuck, I forgot how good this felt without the rubber,” David groaned after pushing himself all the way in. 

Felix’s legs were back in the air, his face contorting in pleasure as he rubbed from tip to balls. David’s bush pushed up against his balls again as Felix wrapped his legs around the man’s waist, pulling him in as deep as he could go. He was close, and the man’s girthy dick inside of him was just what he needed to push himself over the edge. 

“ Fuuuuuuck ,” Felix gasped as his seed shot out of his cock, splattering his abdomen. 

“Shit. Felix—” David choked, accidentally spurting a few more ropes inside him. He could feel it, thick and hot as it lined the walls of his insides. Felix’s head was all the way back. His eyes were closed, but they were rolled all the way back in his head as he came down from his climax. 

“Felix… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cum without a—” David started, his voice a little panicked. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think I was gonna cum again. You just squeezed so tight when you came, and I—”

Felix grabbed his face and pulled him into a tender kiss. “It’s okay, David,” he laughed weakly. “It felt fantastic.”

He pressed his lips to Felix’s again. And then a few more times before finally asking, “You’re not mad?”

“No, you oaf!” Felix laughed again, still shuddering a little. “I wouldn’t have told you to go back in if I was worried about that.” Finally, he could feel the man’s hardon softening inside of him. The man’s ability to stay rock hard for so long was some kind of Olympic feat. 

“Are you gonna let me go?” David asked with a chuckle. “Your legs are like iron grips around my waist.” 

“Nah.” He shook his head. “Leave it in for a little bit longer.” He let out another sigh, his sexual high finally finishing. He could feel the man’s lips on his neck again, slowly working their way down to his collarbone and chest. It smelled like sex, and candy. Next time they’d have to keep on dancing, going as many rounds as David would allow. “Let’s go somewhere fancy.” Felix mused aloud, needing to see the man back in that suit. 

☁☁☁☁☁

It took several days for them to make the plans, but they did end up going somewhere fancy. Some high-end restaurant Felix had found online as he procrastinated his work. It was extremely exclusive, and he and his agent had to do a lot of string pulling behind the scenes to get them a table on such short notice. According to his agent, reservations were booked out months in advance, sometimes even a year depending on the party size. He supposed it was supposed to be a renowned place, sporting three Michelin Stars as of three or four years ago.  

But while he worked on that, he felt as though he was getting closer to cracking the code to his work, a way to put a flair on the project that would wow everybody. Though, the schematics were coming out much larger than he originally anticipated as he added things here and there. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not, but he didn’t dare to call his boss. At least, not until he was done with his building. His boss hadn’t called him, so he wasn’t going to be the one to reach out first! There was never a new deadline placed on Felix after their last call, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to remind his boss of it. The peace was going to be kept!

Unfortunately, it would probably be another week or so before David got his fitted red suit, much to both their disappointment, but the man still looked incredible in his black one. He didn’t know if it was because David didn’t normally wear suits, or if it just naturally looked that good on him, but either way, Felix loved it. Something about it was so mysterious and sexy in a way that couldn’t be named.

“I don’t know…” David’s voice trailed off as he looked in the mirror. 

“You look fit!” Felix smiled. 

David looked at him. Serious. “What did you say?” 

“Fit!” He continued smiling. “That’s what you say in the UK, right?” 

“Please… don’t say that.” David covered his face with one of his hands, but he was laughing lightly behind it. 

“Why not!” Felix laughed with him. 

“It… sounds weird when you say it,” David said. “An American accent makes it sound odd.” 

“How do you say it, then?” 

“Fit,” David replied, thickening his accent. Intentionally, Felix was sure. 

“That’s what I said! Fit,” Felix mimicked the man’s accent. 

“Actually, that’s worse,” David laughed again, this time while he spoke. “Preferably don’t say it, but if you have to, then say it without the accent.” 

“I’ll say it however I want, thank you.” Felix grinned. 

“Come ‘ere.” David gently grabbed Felix’s arm, pulling him in for a kiss. Felix leaned into it, savoring the softness and sweetness of the man’s lips. 

“You need another splash of cologne,” Felix told him when their lips separated. He wanted to smell the man, that familiar scent; earthy and sweet, a mix of citrus and cinnamon and sandalwood. Much more feminine a smell than one would think, looking at the large man, with muscles rippling beneath the skin. Again, Felix loved it. Something about the man was sexy in everything he did. 

“Come again?” The man grinned a bit. 

“Your cologne,” Felix reiterated. 

“Sorry, mate, I’m having trouble hearing.” David put his hand behind his ear, a smug grin on his face. “What was that?”

“Fuck you.” Felix simpered, pushing David against the wall and burying his face in the man’s neck, covering it in kisses. 

David took Felix’s chin, pulling his head up to get a kiss on the lips. “If you keep that up, I’ll be hard before we even leave.”

“Counting on it, actually.” Felix teased him. And he was only half joking. 

“Well, I don’t want my knob showing in public. That’s private matters, for you.” David gave him one last peck on the lips before heading to the door. Felix knew that was only partially true. The man had somewhat of a kink for public affairs. “Aren’t we going to be late?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Felix said. He looked over at the man and sighed, admiring the way his ass pushed out in those pants. Now, it was no ‘David’s ass in the skinny jeans he wore’—because it was criminal how good his ass looked in those—but it was still great. 

“What was that whole spiel you gave me on punctuality the other day?” David recalled, pantomiming someone deep in thought; the hand to his chin and everything. 

“Come on, everybody knows the reservation time is more of a suggestion.” Felix waved him off, fixing his tie in the mirror. 

“To who!?” David asked, shocked. “I don’t think that’s true.” 

“Trust me, it’s a suggestion at restaurants like these.” Felix reassured the man, bending down to re-tie one of his shoelaces. “They know how expensive it is, and if you’re making a reservation, you’re willing to pay.” 

“Well, suggestion or not, I want to be on time,” David said. 

“For once,” Felix said into the mirror. 

“Can we just go?” David insisted. 

“Fine, fine.” Felix surrendered, sensing David’s patience waning. It was in his voice, and streaking into the skin on his forehead, like sweat on the brow. “We can go.” 

It took them a little longer to get to the restaurant than Felix anticipated. Apparently, everyone and their mother was out on a Friday night. He had become so accustomed to doing whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, that he forgot the weekends were the normal times people went out. Even in the freezing weather, apparently. But he did wonder about the snow. It had been forecasted several times, but there were no snowflakes yet. Felix was waiting for it. Sort of. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen frozen rain. He remembered it fondly. 

“Made it just in time, see?” Felix nudged David as they waited at the little kiosk at the front of the restaurant.

 It wasn’t long before the lovely lady led them to their table, a fancy round thing in the corner near the windows. Felix hoped it would snow while they were there, thinking it might be romantic. December was nearing, on the horizon in just a few sun downs. Felix waited, almost anxiously, for the day those little flakes would salt from the sky. 

“It’s hard to see in here,” David whispered, looking up from his menu. 

“That means it’s romantic,” Felix whispered back. “You’ve got a candle here, see?” Felix pushed the candle from the middle of the table over to his side. 

“That does help a little, thanks.”

“You can talk in a normal voice, too.” 

“Everyone’s so quiet… I don’t think I should.”

Felix nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The man had a point. His voice was very loud, and he might stick out like a sore thumb. But a sexy sore thumb. If that was possible. “Fuck ‘em.” Felix shrugged. 

“What are you going to get?” David asked. His voice was a little louder, but still not by much. 

“I’m not sure… I hear the pasta is good here.” Felix offered, squinting to see the menu. He had to wait a few seconds, letting the flame dance back over toward him to get a good view. 

“You’re going to get pasta at a Three Michelin Star restaurant?” David laughed, but immediately stopped when he realized how loud it was. “You can make that at home with a pot of water.”

“There’s no way either of us can make pasta as good at home with a pot of water. No way.” Felix shook his head, chuckling. 

“Okay, probably not.” David admitted. “But you get my point.” 

“Well, what are you going to get? So I can judge your decision!” Felix challenged.

“Probably…” The man’s voice trailed off. Felix could see David squinting at the menu again. “What even are some of these things?” David asked. “Oh, I know what a lobster is! I can’t even remember the last time I had one of those. What’s veal?” 

Felix shut his mouth, scratching the back of his neck, teeth together. But before Felix could reply, the lights got brighter, highlighting the tans and yellows accenting the room. “There we go!” Felix smiled. “Must be transitioning from evening to night.” 

David pushed the candle back to the center of the table. “Why’d you make that face? What’s veal?” 

Felix pursed his lips. “Baby cow,” he said quietly. 

“Huh?” David made a sound. Felix wasn’t sure if it was because he spoke too quietly, or if David was shocked. But his response could work either way. 

Before Felix could repeat himself, the waitress stopped over. “Hello there, gentleman! Thank you for choosing Alinea today! Can I get you started with something to drink?” 

“Could I get the cherry white chocolate bourbon?” Felix smiled at her. 

“Of course! And for you, sir?” She asked David. 

“Uh… do you guys have beer?” David asked. 

Both Felix’s and the waitress’s face dropped, jaw hanging open just slightly. “He’s joking!” Felix interrupted, forcing out an awkward laugh. “Just get him your finest white wine, please!”

“Oh, hahaha.” She laughed awkwardly. “I’ll be right back with that.” 

“David!” Felix hissed. “Don’t embarrass us like that!”

“What?” David scowled. “How am I supposed to know what drinks they have? Where even was the drink menu?” 

“Online,” Felix replied casually, still looking over the menu. 

“Oi, fuck you, mate.” David rolled his eyes with affection. “I don’t really like wine.”

“We can switch, if you prefer bourbon.” Felix grinned at him. Though, he did really want to try whatever cherry white chocolate bourbon tasted like. He could probably make an educated guess, given the ingredients were in the name, but still! It sounded delicious. 

“I don’t know if I like bourbon, but I’ll try it,” David said. 

The waitress came back with the drinks, walking down the large, curved staircase off to the side of the room. “Have you gentlemen looked over the menu? Do you need more time to order?” 

“I’ll take the lobster,” David told her, pointing to the menu. 

“Great choice.” She nodded. But she didn’t write it down. 

“Can I ask you something?” Felix showed her the menu, pointing for clarification. “What is Binchotan, Tokyo inspired?”

“Basically, it means we’ll serve your food on flaming wood,” she replied casually, like it was normal. 

“Woah, that sounds ace.” David gaped. 

“Ace…?” The woman asked, a look of confusion on her face. 

“He thinks it’s cool.” Felix translated. 

“Oh, well we can serve your lobster Binchotan style if you’d like!”

“I would like that very much so.” David nodded. 

“Sounds good! And for you, sir?” She turned back to Felix. 

“I’ll try… this pasta dish, here,” Felix said quickly, pointing to it. David’s face dropped, a little smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“Excellent choices, both of you.” She smiled. “While we make your meal, we’re going to serve you various dishes and appetizers, the best our chefs are making tonight.” 

“Sounds amazing, thank you!” Felix smiled at her. 

“Oi, I did have a question,” David started, the woman listening intently, “how much does this all cost?” 

She made a face, clearly a little uncomfortable. “Don’t,” Felix interrupted as he saw her lips beginning to move, “answer that! I told him we weren’t going to discuss the prices tonight,” he said through a smile. 

She nodded and left quickly, trying to get out of the conversation. “You’re so annoying.” David shook his head, the smile still at the corners of his mouth. 

Their waitress (and other waiters as well) kept coming up to the table, leaving little samples of various foods. The portions were small, and the plates were decorated in pretty patterns with sauces and other tangy flavors. Felix and David tried various drinks, tasting the different odd combinations with which they mix with liquors. It was all very tasty to Felix, but David was having a harder time palating it all. It was his first time at a restaurant like this, and the dining experience was abstract compared to most other places.  But that was just the thing, it was meant to be more of an experience before it was really meant to be about dining. It was all set up to try fancy flavors and odd combinations of things. 

Finally, their food arrived. And, living up to the Binchotan, Tokyo inspired style, the wood David’s lobster was served on was on fire. Tastefully, though. If you can call fire and wood tasteful. Felix’s pasta came in a heated, marble bowl, which was certainly surprising. Something about it enhanced the flavors, he was told. He didn’t know if that was true, but it looked very pretty nonetheless! 

They thanked the waitress for their meals, and as soon as she was out of earshot, David said, “The fuck is this, mate? Why’s there only three bites?” 

Felix laughed out loud, not even bothering to conceal it at all. “Yeah, this is pretty much the whole meal.”

“Again, how much is this?” David asked. “Because it’s gonna keep me full for fifteen minutes.”

“We’re paying for the experience!” Felix grinned, albeit a little smugly. 

“Oh, so you’re letting me help pay?” David questioned, one eyebrow raised. 

“Absolutely not.” Felix shook his head, still grinning. He realized, belatedly, the error in what he said. 

“Come on! I don’t like you paying for everything.” David complained. 

“It’s fine! I don’t mind paying,” Felix said before stuffing a forkful of pasta into his mouth. He moaned a little by accident as the flavors danced on his tongue. 

“Don’t… do that.” David adjusted his tie and cleared his throat a little. “But I do mind that you pay for anything.” 

Felix thought on this while he chewed, maintaining eye contact with the man. He could tell David was serious, his brow creasing like it always did when he was serious. Or annoyed. “How about this,” Felix started once he swallowed the food in his mouth, “if it’s not too expensive we can split it.” David looked at him, clearly not entirely happy with the offer. “Please, can we just enjoy the meal?” Felix begged, trying to change the subject. “I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

This seemed to work, at least a little. David let it go for the time being, seemingly enjoying his meal. Again, at least a little. But there was a newfound tension that settled over them. It was fitting for the environment, unfortunately. The quiet eating, the utensils clanging on various surfaces. There wasn’t much noise, overall, and Felix and David settled right into that atmosphere, fitting like a piece of a puzzle. Or something else that was meant to be. Quiet contempt, perhaps. 

They both knew Felix wasn’t going to allow David to help pay, regardless of the price. That was what seemed to bother David the most. They sat in silence as they waited for the waitress’s return. Even her huge smile and politeness wasn't enough to break the tension between them. 

As they left the restaurant, Felix put his arm around David’s shoulder. The man was slightly taller than him, and his shoulders were almost annoyingly broad, but he managed to do it. “Hey.” Felix’s voice was soft. 

“Hmm?” David grumbled, only looking at him from the corner of his eye. 

Felix stayed silent a second as they walked. He tried to apologize, but the words wouldn’t come out. It was something that couldn’t live in his mouth, as he struggled to own up to his own mistakes, making it hard to reconcile his wrongdoings. “I just wanted to treat you to something nice,” he said quietly.

“You can do that without flaunting your wealth,” David said back immediately. “You think I can’t afford things because I don’t have a fancy job like you.” 

Felix rubbed his face with his free hand, the warmth slowly fading as the cold nipped at his skin. “No, that’s not what I think at all. I just… I want to do nice things for you.”

“Well, it ain’t nice when you belittle me,” David snapped, his accent thickening unintentionally. That’s how Felix knew he was really mad. 

“I wasn’t belittling you! I just like to show my affection through gifts.” Felix attempted to make his point, but it didn’t seem to be working. 

“Maybe I like to show my affection by helping to pay for stuff,” David grumbled, staring straight ahead. 

Unironically, Felix knew how to fix this. The best way to get David out of a bad mood was sex. And it wasn’t the best way to handle things, that much was true, but Felix was too exhausted in general to have another fight. From previous conversations they’d had, David always wanted to try something public, and a blowjob was an easy solution to that. He couldn’t tell the man of his plan, obviously. He just had to think of a way to initiate it. Maybe down an alley of some kind. 

“Follow me,” Felix said, turning down an empty, dark alleyway. 

“Why? Where are we going?” David asked, the confusion causing his anger to waver. 

“Just trust me.” Felix grabbed his hand and took him into the alley. It was cold, and they were in public, so it would have to be quick. But David in that suit… 

“What are you—” 

Felix pushed him against the wall, wrapping his arms around the man’s waist and kissing up on his neck. The man’s body was tense for a second, caught off guard by this turn of events. Only a dim yellow light over a back alley door lit them up. 

“Felix—” He started, but stopped when one of Felix’s hands slipped down his pants, eliciting a tiny moan from him. He slapped a hand over his mouth immediately, looking both ways to make sure nobody was around. 

David was already flaccid, his dick only hardening as Felix played with it through the fabric of his boxers. “Can you unbuckle?” Felix asked sheepishly. 

Part of him expected a little more resistance from the man, but he obliged almost immediately, his hands fumbling at the metal around his waist. A smirk grew on Felix’s lips as the button came undone, the man’s large bulge from beneath his boxers poking out little by little. 

Felix tugged at the waistband with one finger, the top of the man’s bush poking out as he did so. “Is it okay if I continue?” Felix asked, tugging the waistband down a little more. 

David nodded, quickly glancing both ways to make sure nobody else was approaching. Nobody was. It was cold, so he’d have to be quick, for his own sake, his fingers already chilled. David’s cock would have his mouth, warm and wet and ever accepting. 

Felix pulled the cloth down, allowing the man’s hard dick to pop out entirely. David shivered, the air cold on his most sensitive part. He wanted to stare at it for a moment, always transfixed by seeing the thing in all its glory. Felix kept his balls beneath the boxers, not wanting to expose everything at once. They were, afterall, too large to fit both in his mouth at once, not to mention the nine plus inches in front of his face. David’s girth always surprised him too, perfectly thick at the base and gradually thinner by the inch all the way to his head. His foreskin wrapped around it, like a turtleneck now more than ever. 

Felix opened his mouth, his tongue licking the tip gently. David shivered again, this time from pleasure. He could already taste a little precum on his tongue, greedily lapping it up and swallowing. He wanted more. 

No. He needed more. 

Felix licked again, this time more aggressively and repeatedly, savoring the tastes beneath his wet tongue. He opened his mouth, taking the head in first. He was careful with the man’s foreskin, knowing how sensitive it was. David taught him about foreskin and what to do with it in the last few months. He knew better now not to peel it back like a banana, like (embarrassingly) he always thought one was supposed to do. Now, he knew he was supposed to let it come back on its own. If the foreskin retracted when jerking it off, great! If it didn’t, great! He was supposed to let it do whatever it did on its own. At first, he thought it was a little odd, unsure how it would react to things, but now he was used to it, gently sticking his tongue beneath it every once in a while. And David loved that, he discovered, as long as he was gentle about it. 

Felix opened his mouth wider, allowing more of the girthy cock in. David was moaning quietly, his fingers running through Felix’s hair, pink in yellow, the strands tying themselves around his digits like ribbons. David pulled the ribbons, tenderly to start, urging Felix to take more of his shaft. He obliged, opening even water to let even more inside. His tongue rolled along the underside as it pulsed. The tip pressed against the back of his throat, threatening to go deeper into his even tighter opening than his hole. Willpower alone was what kept him from gagging. Normally, Felix couldn’t take too much in, but he beared it for David, and for fear of causing a scene that would bring onlookers over. 

“Look up here.” David ordered. Felix did, moving his head the best he could, his eyes going the rest of the way up. The typical green eyes were shrouded in shadows, the dim yellow light above them not illuminating enough. But his face was dominating, the smirk commanding. Felix felt his own dick start to get harder, seeing the man’s expression, the suit hugging his body. “That’s it, babe. You look fuckin’ hot with my cock in your mouth. Now swallow.” 

Again, Felix obliged, struggling against the thickness and the subtle ache in his jaw. He took a deep breath through his nose, knowing David wanted him to take his head into his throat. With one final, deep breath, he swallowed, opening his throat enough to allow entry. 

“Aww, fuck yeah.” David gasped loudly, seeming to not care they were in public anymore. 

Again, willpower kept Felix from gagging. He used to be very good at deepthroating, but not so much lately. More recently, it was Felix who was deepthroating a man, not the other way around. Still, he knew what to expect: the sudden lack of oxygen, the pressure of the man’s head forcing its way in, the protrusion of it. David pulled the ribbons again, more of his cock entering into his throat. Felix shut his eyes, tears instinctively welling up in the corners. He reached around and grabbed David’s ass, one hand on each cheek. He could feel the man’s powerful glutes flexing through the boxers and trousers. 

Even with the tightness of his throat, David’s mighty cock pulsated still, throbbing with each minor thrust the man was giving. Felix continued massaging David’s ass, the feeling beneath his palms making his own dick harder, distracting enough to keep his mind off his aching jaw, and throat. More tears welling in the corners of his eye. 

Impossibly, Felix was able to take the entire length into his mouth. He could tell because his nose pushed into David’s bush. The man’s balls bounced slightly against his chin, although they were tight with his imminent release. 

“Fuck, babe.” David breathed. The man pulled out ever so slightly, only to push his cock right back in, Felix’s nose pushing past the bush and up against the skin beneath. “Can I come in your mouth?” The man’s commanding tone was replaced with a gentler one. 

Felix did his best to nod, not able to move his neck with half the man’s cock down his throat. But David got the message, abruptly pulling out halfway. There was a moment of release, his sore throat not forced open by the man’s girth. The man’s head was still in, however, making sure to keep it open enough for what was coming next. Luckily, David had a fat ass, allowing him to grip and hold on for dear life. 

He was correct about it being short-lived, as the man slammed his cock right back in. This earned a muffled shout from Felix, the sound almost nonexistent as David’s dick blocked the pathway. David bucked forward, his member throbbing erratically. Just then, Felix felt the man’s semen shoot out and right down his esophagus. It was hot and thick, blasting straight down into his stomach. The best way Felix could describe it was the hot feeling of liquor from a shot going down, only much thicker and slower. 

David finally pulled his cock out from his throat; all the way out past his lips as well. Felix gasped for air, finally freeing his death grip from David’s ass and moving it his own throat, hoping to quell the aching. David’s entire cock was soaked in Felix’s saliva. A small string of it was hanging from Felix’s bottom lip, connected to David’s head as it throbbed incessantly. 

“Got a little more for ya,” David said, grabbing his wet cock and placing the head against Felix’s lips again. A tiny spurt of white leaked out, covering his bottom lip. Before Felix could even lick his lips, David roughly grabbed his jaw, bending down to kiss him. Clearly this was his intention all along, with their lips connected, both of their tongues wrestling one another with David’s still hot semen between them. The man scooped it up with his tongue before spitting it back into the back of Felix’s mouth. “Swallow it.” He ordered. 

Felix did so, his boner trapped beneath his briefs, harder than ever. He watched as David put his dick away, stuffing the thing back into his boxers and zipping up his fly. He watched it go, longingly. His dick ached, trapped in the confines of his own fabric. And David still looked hotter than ever in the suit as he buckled the metal belt back up. 

“Please fuck me when we get back home,” Felix said quietly. He was practically begging as his cock still ached. 

“Oh, I plan on it.” David replied, grabbing Felix’s ass. “Gonna fuck you ‘til you come.” These words made Felix grin. From David, he knew that was a promise. David moved his arm up from Felix’s ass, wrapping it around his waist as they began to walk back toward the sidewalk. 

“And you know what?” David smirked at him. “I think I fancy seeing your lips around my knob. You need to suck me off more.”

Chapter 6: Beautiful

Notes:

:) definitely a fun one!!

Everything seemed to crescendo all at once, the filled in cracks showing once again, breaking through their new mold. The brick was faded, the grass was grey and dying. Winter’s clutches took hold and didn’t let them go. The days that were once candy, soured. Bitter on their lips. But bitter in a way that wasn’t enjoyable. In a way that not even the lime after the tequila could quell, or make better. Just salt on their hand, and an uncomfortable wetness below their thumbs. A stiff bone. Opposable. 

The fights were constant, stretching on endless. Felix wasn’t stopping his drinking. David wasn’t stopping his anger. Felix didn’t deal with anger well, shutting down like he had with his mother. And David didn’t deal with drinking well, triggered by his ex back in England. It was a match made in hell, they realized. 

“You’re drinking again?” David asked. His eyebrows drew inward, almost meeting in the small space above his nose. He wasn’t even bothering to hide his disdain anymore.  

“As a matter of fact,” Felix began, pouring the liquor fancily in the glass, “I am.” 

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable, mate.” The man shook his head. His fuse was short and the dynamite inside him was already burning. It was homemade. 

“Why don’t you just leave me alone and go back to your phone or something?” Felix retorted, not bothering to watch his tone. If David wasn’t going to sugarcoat it, why should he? 

“What is wrong with you? Truly?” David questioned him, setting his phone down now. 

“I’m sad, David! I’m sad, are you happy?” Felix snapped. It shocked both of them, just like the last time he snapped. Felix wasn’t one to raise his voice. 

“Maybe because all you do is drink and drink and drink!” David shouted. He had misinterpreted Felix’s intention. He snapped because he was frustrated, not because he was angry and wanted to fight. But when David got mad, it was almost blinding. Felix sat at the table, leg crossed. “Alcohol is a depressant, it makes you sad! Just cut it out! Can’t you see that it bothers me!? Or do you just not care, because it’s not you?”

Ouch. He flinched at this statement, like the man was lashing at him with a whip.

“It’s not that easy,” Felix mumbled, taking a gulp from the drink in front of him. “It’s not as simple as ‘just stopping.’ It’s much more complicated than that.”

“Ah, yes, because not pouring the liquor into the cup and drinking it is so hard, right, mate?” 

Another lash. 

Felix didn’t have an answer. He tapped his one foot on the ground. “I’m not like you,” he said finally. It was the only real answer he could provide, but it wasn’t enough for David. “And you keep pushing and pushing me. You’re trying to change me!” 

“You should be glad I’m trying to change you! Believe it or not, being an alcoholic is a bad thing!” David spat. His accent was thick again, making it a little hard to understand.

“Don’t tell me to be glad when I’m sad,” Felix warned, “you know I really hate that.”

“What are you gonna do? Cry?” 

Another one. 

“You need therapy,” Felix said. 

“Oh, I need it?” David laughed sarcastically. “Oh, that's rich.”

It was there Felix realized it, the issue with them, the reason it felt like they had the entire world when they were together, and why it felt like they had to hold it up constantly: They both did need therapy. David was interested in him, but he was holding Felix back. And vice versa. They were bringing out the worst in each other. 

“I’m not strong like you, David.” Felix sighed. “If I could be more like you, I would. But I can’t, and I’m glad about that.” 

“Whatever that’s supposed to mean.” David shook his head. He was pacing around the hotel's little living room/dining room combo now. 

“Can we just go back to simple?” Felix begged, not wanting to have to lose this man. “We can’t afford to change this.” The cracks were always there, just hidden beneath a layer of fog. It was always meant to break, really. They could only hide it for so long. 

“You can afford everything else you want, why not this?” David questioned, crossing his arms now. “You like to flaunt your wealth, yeah? Then pay to fix this. Use your money to make things right like you always do.” 

“Don’t turn me into something I’m not.” There was venom in Felix’s voice again, something deadly on his tongue. “There’s no way to sustain that. I never tried to use my money to fix things between you and I, no matter what you seem to believe.” 

“Oh, so taking me to buy those extremely expensive suits wasn’t part of some scheme to win me back?” David asked, rubbing his chin. “Yeah, don’t think I didn’t think about that one. What? You want me indebted to you? Do you want me to feel like I owe you something so I’ll stay with you?” 

Felix was too stunned to speak. He had been trying his best not to hold back, to really open himself up for the man. And it was something extremely hard and painful to do, trying not to be bad. But it seemed either way, it made David mad. 

“I wanted to do something nice for you!” Felix had had it. “I’m sick and tired of you misconstruing what happened to make yourself some kind of victim! I was never trying to buy affection or love from you! Doing things like that is my way of showing people I appreciate them!” They both had trauma from their past, clearly manifesting in the ways the argument was heading. 

“Yeah, sure, if that’s what you need to tell yourself.” David scoffed, shaking his head again. “Un-fuckin’-believable.”

“You know what,” Felix stood up, clapping his hands together once, “I don’t care. I’m just going to be who I’ll be and if you think that that’s cool. Cool. Otherwise, I don’t care.” 

“No, I don’t think that that’s cool.” David stated simply. “I don’t think being sad all the time and drinking is cool, no.” 

“What if someone had asked Picasso not to be sad?” Felix asked. “We would never have known who he was, or the man he’d become. There would be no Blue Period. Those were some of his best and most influential paintings, maybe ever!” 

“So you’re comparing yourself to Picasso now?” David scoffed. 

Felix looked out the window at all the city lights. At the way the city breathed in blue. Nighttime glass was beautiful, glistening in the dark. “Kinda, yeah.” Felix nodded. 

“He made paintings, and you make buildings.” David said it like he was stupid. 

“Art.” Felix nodded, although solemnly. 

“No, you make schematics for steel and concrete. Picasso made art.” 

Felix was defeated. “Just… let me…” He searched for the words. 

“What? Run away?” 

“If I want to, yes!” Felix cried, completely exasperated. “Let me… run with the damn wolves if I want to! Just let me do what I want! I’m an adult man! Thirty-fucking-three!”

“And that’s the crux of it all, yeah? It’s not about you, so it doesn’t matter?” 

Felix exhaled loudly through his nose. “I guess so, David.” And he couldn’t say that was completely wrong, either. If one thing his mother taught him stuck, it was that he needed to look out for himself. 

“Yeah, all of this,” David encompassed Felix’s suite with a gesture, “all this… sadness. Whatever cry baby blue shit you’ve got going on… I’m out. It was a mistake getting back together with you.” 

“Just… get out,” Felix said quietly. 

“What, mate?” David asked angrily. “I’m gonna need you to speak up! Stop your mumbling!”

“I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT.”

It was Felix who exploded first. Neither of them expected that. 

So the both just stood there, stunned into silence. Their anger was completely blown away. The scream was from somewhere deep and guttural. He could feel his heart pounding in his ear, his blood pumping through him with each beat. He was tired, and his throat ached. His bones ached. His heart ached. The yearning he felt to be loved for himself and not some perfect version of himself. It went deeper than his blood, it was molecular. But even with all that aching, he knew it wouldn't work between him and David. 

“Just… go.” Felix tried clearing his throat, hoping it would quell the pain.

Anger returned to his face again, but not like before. It was as if he was trying to put on a face in front of Felix. “Whatever.” David huffed, gathering his things. 

Felix sat down at the table, rubbing his face with his hands. He didn’t dare look up until the annoyed huffs and kicking about from David was gone, the door to his hotel room long since slammed shut. He was shaking a little bit, tears welling in his eyes. He fucked it up again. And just like every time before, he was left to pick up the pieces. 

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After Felix had exhausted himself from crying, eyes red and sore, he finally managed to get up to make a drink. As he stood by the window, watching the blues of the city through blurry eyes, he saw the first specks of white. He thought he imagined it at first. He had cried a lot and was probably a little delirious. But he didn’t. It was slow at first, but soon the flakes came in like a storm. They fluttered beautifully to the concrete below. The first fall of snow, glistening as it fell. 

“This just in,” the TV blared behind Felix, making him jump, “a local bartender at an LGBTQ+ bar arrested for allegedly drugging drinks.” Felix’s head perked up, turning to look over at the screen. “Michael Brennen, shown here, was caught putting frozen spheres of drug-infused ice into drinks. Michael is in police custody at this time and has declined to speak at the moment.” 

Felix’s mouth dropped as he sat there, drink in his hand. There he was. That slimy weasel with his spiked-up brown hair like it was the early 2000s. Michael. He jumped up, excited, almost ready to shout I told you so! to David, but stopped. He was alone in his hotel room, the only light on in the whole suite shining out from the bathroom down the hall. The only warm glow in the winter night. 

“I’ll show you,” Felix said to himself. He swirled the crimson liquor in the glass before taking a huge gulp of it. Oddly enough, it was bitter on his tongue. “I’ll show you I can turn sadness into happiness. I can turn blue into something beautiful.” 

Notes:

Sorry it's so short, the more I added to it, the less I liked it. I decided to cut it down to the dynamite blow up and leave it at that!! Next chapter's the last one, but it's a time skip, so I might not update that until Felix gets there, chronologically. But then again, I have some stuff written and I know where I want it to go, so I might just update it LMAO idk. We'll find out together <3

Notes:

love u babies <3

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of I Love You, You Hate Me