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The club was loud. Like loud. In theory Simon had known it would be, had known that the bass would be thrumming in his whole body and that he wouldn't really be able to exchange a word with his friends from uni once they entered. But theory was one thing and reality was another. A pretty overwhelming thing at that.
Jonte was already off to god knows where and Maja quickly slipped out of Simon's sight as well. He kept close to the rest of their group and followed them to the bar. Lukas threw a round of shots that Simon declined. He got himself a coke instead.
Apart from it being loud, it was also really hot in here. Hot and stuffy. Sweaty bodies pushed past them and Pelle almost dropped his shot as he was shoved against the bar.
“To being broke uni students!” Lukas bellowed out and Simon could barely make out his deep voice over the techno song ringing in his ears. He raised his bottle in cheers and took a sip as he looked around.
This might not have been his preferred place to be on a Friday night (since that was his gaming chair and sometimes his couch) but he was willing to give it a try. This was a new chapter in his life and Simon had been looking forward to it for a while. Finally getting out of Bjärstad, pursuing his dream and being free to unapologetically be himself, that's what this chapter was all about.
And Simon was adamant on not letting any normal university experience pass him by. He wanted to soak everything in, if not to find new things to enjoy, then at least to rule out what wasn't for him and get some fuel for his songwriting. And despite the noise and the stuffy air and the sticky floor he stood on (which he really hoped was sticky because of spilled drinks and not some bodily fluid or another) he had to admit that everything in here looked very pretty.
It had been Jonte who had begged them all to come to tonight's neon club night. The venue was cast in UV light and most patrons had painted their faces or clothes with black light markers and paint, making them glow in all colours of the rainbow.
Maja had drawn little hearts on Simon's cheeks that he knew were now visible in a vibrant purple. Pelle had dumped his hand in paint and slapped Lukas' ass that was now drawing gazes to the yellow handprint.
“Come on, let's dance!” The man in question shouted into Simon's ear and made him jump slightly. Simon gave him a tight smile and motioned for him to go ahead. He needed a minute to get used to everything first.
A few seconds later he cursed himself as he realised that it would get pretty hard to find any of his fellow students again now that they were out of his sight.
Simon forced himself to shrug off that thought. That was future-Simon's problem. For now he would try to slip into the right mindset and relax. And if he didn't manage to enjoy clubbing, he could always send a text to the guys and head home. No harm done.
“Not going with your friends?” A voice to the side made him jump a second time in the span of a few seconds. Simon turned, prepared to shove off some asshole who didn't know what personal space was, but found his eyes landing on a figure a few steps away.
How the hell had this guy's voice sounded as clear as if he had spoken right into Simon's ear?
That thought quickly vanished as he took the stranger in properly. The first thing Simon noticed was his face. Not because it was that stunning – and it absolutely was – but because it was positively glowing in the club's lighting with how pale it was.
But what a face it was. Cheekbones to die for, piercing eyes and very kissable lips that were upturned in a mischievous smirk. Okay. So this man was very attractive. Not only his face but his body too with the way he held himself, emitting confidence and grace in a casual, effortless way.
He looked very hot indeed. But that smirk was rubbing Simon the wrong way.
“So what?” He frowned at the guy and squared his shoulders. Here he had been trying to have a fun night out with friends, just about to give himself a pep talk to enter the dance floor, and some self-assured, insanely attractive asshole was making him doubt himself.
Simon didn't even really know why he was so irritated by the guy's appearance but the smirk slowly vanishing from his stupid, pretty face was oddly satisfying.
“Sorry, I… sorry,” Mystery Guy shook his head and bit his lip as his eyes scanned Simon's face and that sudden insecurity made him a hundred times more attractive. Simon hadn't thought it was possible but here he was, looking like an awkward wet dream.
Simon's good boy personality urged him to comfort the kicked puppy (woof!) and apologise for his snapping and he stepped forward.
“It's fine. Sorry. It's my first time going out and I… I'm a little bit out of my depth here,” he huffed and tried for a smile. He was shouting over the music but the guy didn't seem to be straining his ears to understand him.
And when he spoke, he once again did so in a calm voice, as if the two of them weren't in a loud as hell club trying to be heard over some techno song. And Simon understood him perfectly.
“I guess it wasn't your idea to come here then?”
“No,” Simon admitted. “But I thought maybe it would be fun.”
“And is it?” The stranger took a step closer himself and now they were properly facing each other. Simon noticed that he was quite a bit taller than himself.
“I don't know. I mean, I've been here for like, three minutes maybe?” He laughed and again the handsome man looked slightly embarrassed.
“I'm Wille,” he said eventually and stretched out his hand. Simon looked at the offered hand (and since when did he think of hands as attractive?) in amusement, making the other – Wille – squirm for a bit before he took it.
“Simon,” he could barely breathe out as Wille gripped his hand firmly and held onto it while his intense eyes seemed to bore into Simon's soul. Was that the electric feeling romance novels talked about when going on about love at first sight? The first touch between soulmates?
Simon slapped his imagination across the face and dropped Wille's hand as if burned. Soulmates didn't exist and if they did, he sure as hell wouldn't find his own in a damn neon techno club.
“Can I get you a drink?” Wille scratched his neck in a motion that seemed nonchalant but his eyes were once again trailing all over Simon's face and the nervousness this showed was weirdly infectious.
“Um, no, I'm good,” he held up his bottle of coke that was still almost full.
“Of course,” Wille nodded and now he was back to biting his lip. It was pretty distracting.
“You want to dance?” Simon found himself asking. He had never asked anyone to dance before, had never been this bold when he himself wasn't even much of a dancer. But now that he'd said it, he found himself hoping Wille would accept.
“Sure,” he smiled brightly and nodded quickly and Simon felt relieved. He held out his hand and waited until Wille had taken it before he turned to make his way through the crowd of people.
There it was again. This electrifying feeling that seemed to zap through his arm and into every pore of his body, all from the simple contact of Wille's slightly cold palm in his.
On the dance floor he turned around and looked up at the man shyly. How did you dance in a club again?
Wille started swaying from side to side, his hand still firmly clasped in Simon's and Simon mirrored his moves, a nervous smile making his way onto his face.
Their eyes stayed locked on each other as they moved, way too slow for the beat of the song but Simon didn't care. Wille's eyes seemed as deep as the ocean and he couldn't tear his gaze away. Imperceptibly he inched closer and closer and now their chests were touching and he had to crane his neck to keep the eye contact.
Wille seemed to have forgotten how to breathe and Simon felt the same way. Wille's eyes darted down to his mouth and Simon's breath hitched (there it was again!) as his did the same.
Subconsciously he darted out his tongue to wet his lips. Were they dry? They felt a little dry. Oh god. Were they about to kiss? He had never kissed someone so quickly after meeting them. But he couldn't help but feel this insane pull making him want to do exactly that.
Wille's face moved closer. Simon's knees grew weak. And they were not the only body part.
Shatter.
Simon sprang away from Wille, their hands being ripped apart, as wetness splashed onto the seams of their pants.
Simon had dropped his coke.
“Fuck!” He dropped to his knees and tried to collect the broken pieces of the bottle. Wille crouched down beside him.
“Simon, just leave it.”
“No, someone could hurt themse– fuck!”
Blood dripped onto the floor.
Of course.
Of course he just had to go and cut himself. With a groan and an embarrassed blush spreading on his cheeks, Simon collected most of the shards and got up from the floor, holding his bleeding thumb away from his body awkwardly.
When he found Wille's gaze again, the man had gone weirdly still and he was staring at Simon's thumb with an unreadable expression on his face. Shit. This was so damn embarrassing.
“I'm just gonna…” Simon motioned behind himself to where he thought he remembered for the exit to be and off he went, carrying broken glass and his shattered pride while he fled the crime scene.
Oh god. He was such a mess.
Once outside (it had been surprisingly easy to get through the masses of bodies once everyone had seen his bloody finger and sprang aside as if his injury was contagious) he dumped the broken glass into a trash can and sucked his thumb into his mouth.
Out here the air was actually breathable, if also pretty cold. Simon walked a few steps away from the club's entrance and towards a corner leading into a back alley.
He was just thinking about texting the group chat to let them know he was on his way home, when he realised – with great, great annoyance – that it was his texting thumb he had cut open and he hoped for the bleeding to stop quickly enough for him to be able to write that damn message and get the hell away from here.
Or maybe he should just get going now and text the others once he was home.
He had just decided that this was the smartest course of action, when footsteps sounded behind him and he swiveled around to none other than Wille.
The man had donned a long coat he hadn't worn inside and he looked very graceful in it. His skin looked even paler in the low light of the street lamps. His steps were hesitant as he approached Simon.
Quickly Simon took his thumb out of his mouth.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to…”
Simon had no idea how to end this sentence.
I didn't mean to drop that bottle like a dumbass?
I didn't mean to cut myself like an even bigger dumbass?
I didn't mean to ditch you and run off?
Yeah, no. He had definitely meant to do that one.
Wille came to stand right in front of Simon, eyes on his wet, still bleeding finger. His pupils looked bigger than before.
“Let me,” he murmured and took Simon's hand in his. There was not a single ounce of reluctance in Simon's bones and he let Wille pull him along into the shadows of the alley.
Simon felt his heart start to hammer in his chest, speed increasing as the hairs on his neck stood up. Something was happening and it seemed his body was catching up to that much quicker than his brain was. In fact, Simon's brain felt pretty scrambled.
Wille raised his hand still holding onto Simon's, the red, dripping thumb between them and now Simon watched how Wille's Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped.
As if in slow motion, Wille pulled Simon's thumb towards his parted lips and then – it was surreal how you could get surprised by something happening in slow motion – he closed those same lips around it.
Simon let out a gasp at the first suck. It was a sensation he couldn't really describe. It kind of felt how you would expect it to feel when someone sucks on your thumb but more intense and weirdly… satisfying.
The look of Wille's lips wrapped around his finger, the hollowing of his cheeks and his intense eye contact were arousing for sure, but it was more than that. Could a thumb be an erogenous zone?
Simon had half a mind to feel embarrassed about the little moan he let out and about the situation in general. Who let a stranger suck their thumb in a shabby back alley behind a club? And who the hell enjoyed that?
Simon Eriksson apparently because now blood (i. e. the blood not being sucked out of his finger right now) started rushing south and a shiver wrecked his frame.
A hand splayed out on his chest and pushed him back against the wall and now Wille stepped between his legs, still sucking on his damn thumb and eyes still boring into Simon's own.
What the hell was happening?
It was hands down the most bizarre situation Simon had ever found himself in but he didn't find it in himself to stop it.
Wille's tongue lapped at the wound and Simon's dick twitched in his pants. Wille had to feel Simon's erratic heart beat under his palm and now a leg slipped between his own and ground down.
“W-Wille,” he gasped at the friction.
The hand on his chest moved up slowly, dragging over his collar bones, his shoulder, his neck. It paused there for a split second, fingers trembling over his pulse point and then they tangled into his hair and held his head still as Wille's knee started rocking against his erection.
Simon would have thrown his head back at the pleasure surging through him if not for Wille's iron grip and so he was forced to keep staring into those deep, brown eyes as his world was thrown off its axis.
A sharp pain in his thumb made him jump but it didn't quench his arousal. On the contrary, Wille's teeth dragging through the cut had Simon's dick twitch violently and leak precum in his underwear.
The next suck made his eyelids quiver and Simon bit down on his bottom lip, hard, to stop the noises threatening to leave him in a constant stream.
Faintly he thought that Wille's knee wasn't even doing it for him half as much as those lips around his thumb and if his head hadn't been so clouded with arousal and whatever spell this man had him under, then he might have let out hysterical laughter at that revelation.
Was this some weird kink he was just unlocking?
Wille's Adam's apple was bobbing constantly with every gulp and his pupils had grown so big his eyes looked a bottomless black in the shadows of the alley.
Simon's free hand grabbed Wille's bicep when his legs started trembling. His underwear felt wet and sticky, clinging to his erection while Wille kept up the pace of his knee and sucking lips, both sensations in perfect sync and slowly driving Simon insane.
Wille's fingernails started scratching his scalp and now Simon couldn't hold in his moans any longer. He had never felt this desperate for release and at the same time been so easily coaxed towards it.
Steadily, with every lap of that tongue, every drag of those lips, every time that knee rubbed along his dick.
Simon was close. So very close. His legs were shaking so badly that he was sure the only things holding him upright right now were Wille's knee and the hand in his hair.
Wille's teeth nicked Simon's finger once more and suddenly he was cumming. With a strangled groan, his eyes rolling back in his head, scalp stinging from Wille's rough fingers and thumb pulsing as Wille sucked hard – he was cumming. Simon spilled into his underwear, feeling lightheaded as the rush of his orgasm washed through him from head to toe.
He was panting hard, his eyes opening to Wille's lips popping off his poor thumb, licking a drop of blood from his lips and still staring at Simon with those damn eyes. The hand in Simon's hair loosened its grip, the fingers pulling away and Simon sank down the wall until his ass was planted on the dirty sidewalk.
For a moment they were both staring at each other in silence. Simon's eyes dropped down to Wille's crotch and his spent dick gave a weak twitch at the clear outline of Wille's erection.
Wille gulped again. Then, out of nowhere and way too quickly for Simon's hazy brain to catch up, he turned sharply and in long, fast strides he walked away. Simon blinked and Wille had vanished behind a corner.
Simon had no idea how long he sat on the cold, hard floor, cum drying in his pants and his heart still beating a mile a minute. All he knew was that his thumb wasn't bleeding anymore.
Eventually, he scrambled up, legs still feeling weak, and shook his head to clear his thoughts.
What the absolute fuck had just happened?