baroqueangel | Oneshot - The club (Reply)

Title: The Club
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Wrath
Rating: NC – 17 (I think ^^;)
Warning: Public acts of indecency, AU, more than likely ooc, frottage
Words: 1,261
Summary: Wrath’s at a club when he meets someone new (I really need to work on my summaries)
A.N: For bloody_winged , this was meant to be a short drabble and trust me when I say this is much shorter than the original was going to end up. I know they’re probably seriously out of character but I tried, and you know what they say, practice makes perfect XD And I promise I am going to draw Heero soon ^^; Consider this a late birthday pressy :D Hot of the press, probably full of mistakes but who cares? There be porn under that there cut XDDD

The club was like all the other clubs Wrath had ever been in, dark, loud and full of scantily clad women gyrating away on the dance floor, grinding against anyone who got within reach.

Not that he really cared right now. He was riding a buzz, it was pleasant and it made the music seem worth dancing to. The beat pounded through him, seeming to align with the beat of his heart, the pumping of his blood and he lost himself in it, closing his eyes and just moving to the rhythm.

He felt the hand land on his hip and he jumped, his eyes flying open. There was no one in front of him and at first this confused his slightly cloudy brain but he soon realised the person was behind him as a warm body made contact with his back.

He wanted to pull away, he knew he should but the way they moved together, the hand slowly slipping forward to rest on his stomach, pulling him further back against the hard chest of the taller man behind him. He felt the guy’s other hand reach down to take his and bring it back to rest on the guy’s leg, he let him do it without protest.

“Relax and move to the music, let it wash over you.” Had he been sober he would have moved away, of course he would, he knew he would have. It was only because he’d had a few drinks that he listened to the low voice and let the music flow through him.

He ground backwards into the guy, squeezing his leg with one hand and holding the hand on his stomach with the other. They slowly began moving towards the edge of the dance floor. He hadn’t even noticed they were moving, he’d been too intent on moving against the guy behind him, grinding into him and feeling something slowly hardening against his back.

Wrath suddenly felt more resistance when he pushed back and it caused him to look around and finally notice where they were. They had reached the side of the dance floor, close to the wall, it was quieter here, most people preferring to congregate in the centre of the expansive dancing area. The guy behind him pulled away from his back and just when he thought he was going to disappear a broad chest clothed in a black shirt was stood in front of him instead.

Wrath realised he’d been right about the height difference, the guy was much taller than him and he couldn’t be sure because it was so dark at the edge of the room, but he thought his eyes could be black enough to match his shirt. There was a smile on the guys face and Wrath decided he liked that smile, or was it a smirk? He leant up, needing to go onto his tiptoes to do it and, before he could stop himself, planted a kiss on the stranger’s face.

The guy seemed startled at first but only for a moment and soon he was pushing Wrath back further until his back made contact with the wall. Then there was a tongue and teeth and nipping and touching and sliding and grinding and soon they were both pulling back, breathless and obviously hard.

Wrath made to move away, even drunk he was aware enough to be embarrassed by the tenting of his trousers. He wanted to go, to will it away but hands grabbed his arms and pinned him to the wall.

“Where are you going? The music hasn’t finished yet.”

And with that the mouth was back on his, pushing and insistent, and his brain stopped functioning as their lower bodies ground together again. He wanted to stop, he was sure he did but his body wasn’t pulling away. Instead it was pushing forwards, seeking the friction that the stranger offered.

A small part of his brain tried to tell him they were in the open, they could be seen, but the lust-filled side of his brain kept repeating that it was dark, that no one could see them, that they were only dancing, that he had to keep moving.

The logical part of his brain lost. His hands were released as the guy moved his own hands down between the wall and Wrath’s body, cupping his ass and pulling him forward. Wrath figured he’d return the favour and moved his hands to mimic that of his dance partner.

To anybody passing their dimly lit corner of the dance floor, they were just dancing to the beat, rather erotically sure, a little closer than most people were, but still just dancing. To them, it was a little more pleasurable than just a good dance.

On each beat they thrust their hips together but they were having a problem with the height difference. The guy soon solved that problem when he hoisted Wrath up in to the air. Wrath was startled at first but quickly recovered and wrapped his legs around the guy’s waist, locking them together behind his back. Wrath also threw his arms around the guy’s neck to gain a greater balance and they continued their dance.

The new position proved to be perfect so that their erections, or rather the fabric covering their erections, could move together better and they made the most of it.

Every time they ground together the fabric of Wrath’s boxers rubbed against his heated and aching cock, causing a sweet friction and making pleasure shoot through him. He could feel himself coming undone, could feel the tightening in his balls. He was ready to release and he was passed caring that he was in public. He’d never known that just grinding against someone could make him feel this good.

He latched his mouth onto the guy’s throat, sucking hard and biting down slightly as he felt his orgasm wash over him. The other guy must have been there too because he rubbed against Wrath more frantically before seeming to seize up and then slumping slightly against the wall. He let Wrath down, or more precisely dropped him, his arms unable to keep holding him up. As Wrath slid down the wall, he took his mouth from the guy’s neck noticing, even in the dark, the red mark and teeth imprints he had left there.

He could feel the wetness in his jeans, it was slightly uncomfortable but as he came down from his high he didn’t really mind at all. It occurred to him that he had just got off with a strange man on a dance floor in a club where anyone could have seen them but again, at that moment in time, basking in his afterglow, it just didn’t seem to matter that much at all.

He looked up at the guy leaning against him and again saw that he was smiling, a slightly different smile than before, a sated smile more than a smirk. Wrath smiled back, he could get used to seeing that sated smile.

“I’m Roy by the way, you wanna get a drink?” So that was his name, Wrath kind of liked it.

“I’d rather get out of these clothes” replied Wrath.

This seemed to amuse Roy to no end and Wrath realised, a little late, what exactly he had just said. He was sure he could hear the next line coming before Roy spoke it, he’d left it wide open after all.

“So, your place or mine?” Wrath groaned, Roy smirked and they headed for the door.