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Dan spotted him from across the club almost immediately. Skinny jeans (like Dan), emo fringe (like Dan, except his was jet black and so perfect it might have been a wig), and a neon green, slightly see-through shirt with loose sleeves (very unlike Dan, but he liked it anyway). The fabric was a little shiny and it moved ethereally as the man danced. Dan decided to call him Wig until he learned his real name, which he really hoped he would do tonight.
He kept an eye on the man for another few minutes. Wig didn't dance too closely or too familiarly with anyone. He seemed to just be enjoying the music, the lighting, the freedom. It was a gay club, or at least a very gay friendly club, but Dan had an eye for those like him - maybe a little new to it, letting themselves revel in the novel experience of being surrounded by others like them.
To Dan's surprise, he didn't even have to move from his spot by the bar. Wig came over to him, breathing hard and smiling ear to ear. He looked genuinely ecstatic, not like the drug derived highs Dan often saw on clubgoers' faces.
"Hello. Not much of a dancer?" he greeted Dan directly - not shy, then.
"Need a little more courage." Dan tipped his head towards his mostly empty drink.
"Can I buy you one?"
"What will it cost me?"
"Start with your name." Wig had leaned in a little close, but it was necessary to be heard over the music without shouting, and Dan shivered.
"I'm Dan. Thank you for the drink."
"Zach."
"Sorry to be rude, but I'm just going to use the toilet. I'll be right back." Dan had seen that the bartender had a decent queue of drinks and while he desperately wanted to stay and talk to Zach, he did have to go and wouldn't want to be interrupted later if he was asked to dance…or maybe even more than that.
Zach nodded. "I'll hold your spot."
Dan returned from the toilets in record time to find Zach and their two fruity cocktails, each with a ridiculous garnish.
"To a good night," Zach said, clinking his glass gently with Dan's and giving him a teasing smile. His eyes didn't leave Dan's for a moment.
They drank slowly, people watching and making little jokes. Zach pulled Dan out onto the dance floor, and Dan let him, as much as he usually tried to avoid it for other pursuits. But it was better with someone, especially with someone that had an ass as nice as Zach's and seemingly no compunctions about letting Dan put his hands on it.
"Would you like to get out of here?" Zach whispered, pressing a kiss to the shell of Dan's ear. Dan quickly agreed, and soon they were in an uber headed for Zach's place, only a few minutes away by car. They took the lift up, Zach tangling his hand in Dan's and tracing along his palm in teasing circles. They didn't look at each other - Dan was pretty sure neither of them would have been able to resist making out if they did, and they were sort of still in public.
Zach pulled Dan down the hallway, long legs striding towards his goal confidently, and unlocked the door.
Dan let him close and relock it, and then pushed him up against an empty section of wall, pressing their lips together. It was a little clumsy, but these things were supposed to be. Dan felt a bit bad. Zach deserved better.
"Come on, get your shoes off," Zach said gruffly, but he looked endeared. He stroked one hand through Dan's hair, making no effort to push Dan away and allow them to actually achieve that goal.
"What will you do if I don't?"
"It's a rule, in my apartment. Shoes off first."
"What's after that?"
"Depends."
"On what?"
"Do your socks match?" Zach toed off his own shoes and they both looked down.
"Do you always wear mismatched socks?"
"Most of the time. It's fun."
Dan laughed. "Sorry, if that's your criteria you'll be disappointed. Mine match." He took his own shoes off and then reached back towards Zach.
"Come on, you grabby little thing. Bedroom."
Dan followed him down the hallway, not paying much attention to the rest of the flat. His attention caught on the metal bar over the bed as they entered his bedroom, but he didn't say anything.
Zach let Dan get his hands all over, including the places he really hadn't been able to touch when they were in the club. Dan had done this before, but not with anyone quite as self assured as Zach seemed to be. A lot of older guys had simply not been interested, or Dan hadn't been interested in them. His few encounters had been very drunk, fumbling, or both. He hoped he was about to learn some new things tonight.
"Get these off?" Zach asked, hands at Dan's fly. Dan nodded, letting Zach shimmy the tight denim over his ass. He kicked them off, not caring if he looked ridiculous. He looked back to see Zach doing the same, except that his had an even tighter fit compared to his body.
"Fucking hell. Wish they didn't look so good, would be a lot easier to just wear joggers to the club."
Dan laughed. "I wouldn't have cared." He got his hands on Zach's newly exposed ass, squeezing through his pants. Zach helped Dan with his shirt, and then pushed him lightly back onto the bed and climbed on top of him. The gauzy material of Zach's shirt felt tantalizing against Dan's skin. Dan was surrounded, the scent of Zach's body everywhere, his tongue curling warm as he licked into Dan's mouth, chasing the sweet remnants of the drinks they'd had. Dan felt a bit lightheaded for only two drinks, but with the way his pulse was pounding and the amount of blood that definitely wasn't in his brain right now, he wasn't too surprised.
Zach ground lightly, teasingly into Dan, holding himself back from letting them both just rut until they were satisfied. Dan's head spun. He'd only ever held back due to nerves, never intentionally to tease. Having it done to him was a revelation. Zach's hands smoothed along Dan's biceps, pushing his arms out to each side. He stopped at Dan's wrists, pushing them into the bed.
Dan couldn't stop the way his hips bucked up at that. It was like Zach had a direct line to the hidden part of Dan's brain where he carefully concealed all his turn-ons.
"You like that?"
"Yes," Dan said, drawing out the word into a hiss of pleasure. Zach kissed him again, keeping his hips carefully away from Dan's this time.
"You want more? Want me to tie you up?"
Dan gasped. He knew his face had given it away, no matter what he answered. But Zach was being polite, asking. Dan should answer.
"Yes please."
"Stay right there." Zach commanded, and Dan did so. Zach emerged from his bedside table drawer with a pair of leather cuffs, wide and soft looking. Dan had been expecting metal handcuffs or a makeshift knot with a necktie. Maybe even fuzzy brightly colored cuffs, knowing what little he knew about Zach. His duvet was certainly colorful.
Zach wrapped each of Dan's wrists in turn, pulling the strap firm but not tight enough to hurt, and then clipped each to the bar on the headboard. He leaned back on his knees afterward, admiring his handiwork.
And that was nice, but Dan was desperate. "Are you going to touch me now? Please?"
Zach smiled and sighed. "No, not right now." He stood up and pulled the rolling chair at the desk over, turned it around to face the bed, and then sat in it as if they were about to conduct a business meeting. Dan felt a prickle of anxiety start to rise.
"Dan, you have a few important things to learn." Zach didn't sound teasing anymore - he sounded very serious. Almost concerned.
"Zach? What do you mean?"
"Let's start with that. My name is Phil. Anyone can give you any name. You don't always need a name, or a real name, but you'd have been hard pressed to find anything about me under that name."
"Phil." Dan turned the name over on his tongue. Oddly, the idea that Phil had lied to him didn't freak him out that much.
"Second, I had a good minute alone with your drink before you came back from the toilet. Could have done anything in that time."
Dan felt his heart thudding. Was that why he was so lightheaded?
"Relax. I didn't do anything to your drink, except watch it for you. But you put yourself in danger, Dan."
Phil stood up and knelt on the bed, between Dan's calves. "I like you, Dan. I don't want to see you get hurt. Third, you let me tie you to my bed." He reached his arm out and grabbed Dan's wrist, rattling the chain that connected it to the bar and demonstrating how trapped Dan was.
Dan swallowed. He'd let his desperate, horny side win out over common sense, again. Phil was right. He could have been - maybe was - in a lot of danger.
"Does anyone even know where you are? Anyone that would raise the alarm if you didn't send a text tomorrow morning?"
"Yes. My friend Louise."
Phil smiled. "I think that's a lie, but good boy. Telling me you didn't would have been very dangerous." God, Phil was perceptive.
"Time to check on some things." Phil continued, pushing himself off the bed.
Phil pulled what looked like a small flashlight off of his dresser. "Are you actually legal?" he asked, rummaging around in Dan's jeans and then flipping through his wallet. He glanced up at Dan's face and laughed. "Oh, you'll let me tie you to my bed without a complaint, but you're worried I'm going to steal your…" Phil flipped through the wallet. "-five pound note? Really?" He aimed the device in his hand at Dan's id.
"Are you a cop?" Dan managed to choke out. His throat was dry and felt like it was closing.
"No, I'm a bartender." Phil said, smiling slightly as he shook his head. He slid Dan's id back into his wallet and set it down on the dresser. "Good, at least I don't have to have that talk with you."
Phil looked at Dan again, and he felt pinned, like an animal being dissected in science class.
"You alright?" Phil stepped over and knelt by the side of the bed, putting his head on the same level as Dan's. "You're not in trouble. You've done nothing illegal."
"You won't - tell anyone?" Phil could call Dan's parents on his phone, or look him up online and post about finding him in a gay club. He could ruin Dan's life.
"Hey, it's okay. Breathe with me." Dan took two breaths in sync with Phil, letting out a small sob after the second.
"Do you need me to let you out?" Phil asked. His whole flirty, dangerous persona had disappeared. He had one hand on Dan's bicep, just a comforting warm weight, but otherwise wasn't touching or looking at Dan in a sexual way anymore.
Dan felt like he should take the out, but he didn't want to show fear. He was quite sure now that he wasn't in real danger. He wanted to master his body, his emotions, and show Phil he wasn't just a scared kid.
"I'm okay. I trust you."
Phil looked like he was struggling to remain serious. "If you need me to let you out, just tell me. If anything sounds like stop, I'm stopping." He brought his hand up, stroking Dan's cheek with the backs of his fingernails. "You really shouldn't trust me so much," he said, and the seductive tone was back now, making Dan feel warm and liquid.
"I know." Dan said, letting his gaze go soft and affectionate.
"You're the dangerous one," Phil muttered. He stood, bouncing on the balls of his feet, and left the room.
Dan's heart dropped for a brief moment, but after all that safety talk surely Phil wasn't leaving him alone and tied up. Dan was correct - a moment later Phil appeared at the door holding two water bottles. They looked ice cold, covered in condensation.
Phil cracked one open very conspicuously in front of Dan, proving it had been sealed, and then crawled back onto the bed and held it up to Dan's mouth. Dan was vertical enough that he could swallow, as long as he focused. He took long gulps and felt a lot less dizzy.
"Lesson five. Pace yourself, water between drinks. If I hadn't showed up so soon I think you'd have ended up with a nasty hangover, even at your age."
Why was Phil lecturing him so fucking hot? Dan pulled at his bindings without even realizing, unable to remain still under Phil's intense gaze, and some of the cold water going into his mouth spilled onto his collarbone. In moments, Phil had set the bottle down and was licking up the water from Dan's skin like it was the last drop in a desert.
Phil picked up the bottle again, and Dan was about to protest that he didn't need any more, but then Phil tipped it slowly over Dan's chest, the water splashing on his nipples and running into his belly button. Phil followed the icy sensation of the water with his tongue and Dan moaned, loud and embarrassing, into the quiet of the bedroom.
Phil leaned up and shook his head. "It's a shame you can't move. Would have liked you to fuck me. Bet you'd hump me like an eager little dog."
Dan's face burned. How did Phil know every button to push?
"I can," Dan said, planting his feet on the bed and trying to move his hips. It was clumsy and pathetic.
"No. You couldn't do it right. Another time."
"Are you going to fuck me, then?" Dan had, in theory, been ready for that possibility when he went to the club. But now that it was far more real he felt a lot less sure.
"Do you want me to?"
Dan's hesitation gave him away, he knew it.
"Here," Phil said. He pulled Dan's boxers slowly down his legs, giving him time to protest. Dan didn't; he nodded and squeezed his thighs together, trying in vain to get any kind of stimulation on his cock.
Phil reached up and slid the other end of the handcuff along the bar until Dan's hands were together, and then rolled him on his side. Dan almost laughed, the motion reminding him of when he'd been taught how to put someone in the recovery position.
Phil's hands disappeared, and then reappeared cool enough to make Dan jump, touching the insides of his thighs and asscheeks. Phil's finger stroked wet and teasing over his hole, making Dan whine.
"Shh, pup, I'm not gonna. Feels good though, doesn't it?"
Dan nodded frantically. He felt the bed shift slightly and then felt Phil's warm bulk behind him, one hand coming over Dan's hip to teasingly wrap one finger and thumb around the base of his dick. He could feel Phil's own, slotting between his legs.
"Squeeze together, good boy. Fuck," Phil bit gently at the side of Dan's neck where it met his shoulder. "See, you don't need any holes to let me use you."
He was using Dan - there was no other word for it. Phil's hips started to shove and grind and his forearm held Dan in place, keeping him from being moved too far even as his fist stripped Dan's cock far too quickly. Dan tipped into oversensitivity fast after all the buildup, but he didn't want to stop Phil. The memories of the moans in his ear alone would get him off for months.
Phil's other arm snuck into the space under Dan's armpit, made clear by the handcuffs keeping both arms over his head. He wrapped it around Dan's chest and twisted one of his nipples lightly. Dan clenched his muscles - hardly in fear, at this point, but the pain was certainly activating some primal instinct to protect himself.
He couldn't. He was held fast by leather and Phil, a toy for Phil's use. He didn't need to protect himself - Phil had proved he could take care of that. All Dan had to do was be good.
He squeezed around Phil's cock, feeling the way his thrusts grew erratic, shallow and fast and then deeper, longer. His words had switched to curses and heavy breathing. Dan's pleasure was secondary; he was giving himself up as the altar on which Phil could worship and leave his offering.
Phil's orgasm felt like it may as well be both of theirs, from the wave of satisfaction it gave Dan.
Phil withdrew, and for a moment Dan wasn't sure if Phil was going to leave him like this. Maybe after what he'd done, he deserved a bit of a punishment. But instead Phil reached up to help reposition his arms and let him roll onto his back, and then put his mouth and hand around Dan's cock. He wasn't trying for anything fancy, not taking Dan all the way into his throat or pulling out any tricks, just sucking like Dan was a cold popsicle on a hot summer day. Dan was close anyway - it hardly took that much, and even the mere thought that they might do something like this again had him spurting across Phil's tongue.
Phil leaned back and let Dan's come hit his neck and chest, which was a sight Dan would have happily watched any time he was allowed. Phil wiped at his mouth, clearly not enjoying the taste but trying not to be obvious about it.
"Not your thing?" Dan swiped a finger through the still warm mess Phil had left between his thighs and stuck it in his mouth.
Phil laughed and slapped Dan's hand away, too late. "Tease."
"Prude."
"I prefer 'safety conscious'. If you want to eat that, we're getting tested first."
"Romantic."
Phil's answering smile was radiant.
He let Dan out of the cuffs, massaging his arms and asking if anything hurt or was numb, and then brought Dan more water and an energy bar. Dan shuffled off to the bathroom once he could walk, and Phil lent him a pair of his own cozy fleece pajama bottoms after Dan emerged, newly clean and no longer dripping with Phil's come.
Phil showed no signs of wanting to kick Dan out after - in fact, as they sleepily murmured to one another with the lights off, he even teased about a repeat performance in the morning.
Dan could see himself getting used to this; cuffs, safety lectures, and most of all, Phil.