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Thomas wasn’t one for clubs or dancing or drinking in general, but he knew that this was the best (and by best he meant the most convenient) way to mix in with the locals. This was why he was in a sweaty club at nearly eleven at night.
He had recently moved to Denver a week ago for college, and with no friends or family near him, he felt a bit lonely. College started in another week and Thomas saw no harm in getting drunk for the first time.
The club was dark, except for a few strobe lights. A band was playing at the front of the club and everyone was hopping and bopping to the beat, either drunk or high. The room was extremely smoky and smelt of alcohol and sweat.
Thomas almost crashed right into a couple who were making out, but he dodged right in time. He let out a sigh of relief only to yelp again as a group of boys who were too enthusiastic with their dancing stepped into him, sending him to the ground.
He muttered curse words under his breath. His night was going amazing so far. But on the other hand, this was way more exciting than the last few years of his life.
Thomas knealt up and brushed himself down. Just as he was about to stand up on his feet, he saw a hand outstretched towards him. Thomas looked up in confusion. A tall, lean and muscular guy with blond hair was standing above him, hand still outstretched with a small smile on his face.
Thomas raised an eyebrow in surprise and hesitantly accepted the hand, his own slowly slotting into it perfectly as the guy pulled him up. “Thanks.” He said, looking at the guy properly.
The man had shiny blond hair, deep brown eyes that were like pools of chocolate and a sharp jawline. He was wearing a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, like he just came out of an office. Also, he was incredibly attractive.
“You’re welcome.” He had a British accent too.
Thomas nodded at him, his eyes were sparkling under the flashing lights, a grin lingering on his lips as they stared at each other. The brunet nodded again and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly before walking towards the bar. How else was he supposed to react?
Thomas had only just reached the bar when the guy’s voice sounded from behind him, “Hey!” The blond guy was standing beside him, eyes studying him.
Thomas attempted a smile back, folding his arms and leaning on the counter. He was always so awkward and quiet in new social situations, it was embarrassing. Especially when he was talking to an amazingly attractive man.
“You look kind of lost.” The blond man chuckled, eyes crinkling as he smiled.
Thomas shrugged and looked him up and down again. His earlier observations were correct, the guy was handsome, very handsome. “Yeah, I just moved here a week ago.”
“Ah,” the guy nodded, “well, me too actually. I moved a month back. It doesn’t take long to get used to this place.” Thomas averted his eyes away when the blond said, “Can I get you a drink? As a welcome to Denver celebration?”
Thomas’ heart sped up. Was this usually supposed to happen in clubs? Do people usually buy others drinks? What if the drink was spiked?
“Oh well,” Thomas felt his cheeks unwillingly heat up, “I can’t-“
“Aw come on! Don’t be a spoilsport!” In the end, the guy ordered him a scotch and Thomas accepted it, frowning. The stranger took a seat beside him and he thanked him.
Thomas nervously sipped at the drink, aware that the guy was staring at him. He suddenly felt self-conscious. Should he have worn those leather pants Aris had gotten him back at home?
On impulse, Thomas downed the drink and folded his arms on the table, eyes crinkling up as the drink slid down his throat. “Hey, what’s your name?” He turned towards the guy who had spoken up.
“Uh…” Thomas was decisive on giving a complete stranger his name. It didn’t matter if he was attractive, or if he had bought him a scotch. He could secretly be a kidnapper.
The stranger sat with his back against the bar, his cup of beer raised to his lips. “Well, I’m Newt, guy-with-no-name.” He smiled and took a long swing of the beer.
“Hi, Newt.” Thomas said. He turned back to face the bartender, drumming his fingers against the counter top. The guy- Newt, got up to dance. Thomas looked with raised eyebrows as the blond stretched, causing his shirt to ride up and expose a bit of his skin.
Thomas sub-consciously licked his lips, and turned to the bartender again, asking for a strong drink. As he waited, he kept throwing glances over his shoulder to look at Newt.
Newt had his hands up in the air as he danced to the music, head thrown back. Thomas couldn’t help but laugh at the slightly funny and slightly sexy sight, shoulders shaking. His drink was slid over to him at that moment, and he took a sip of it. Newt was looking at him, smirking.
Newt waved his hand at Thomas, obviously asking him to join him on the dancefloor. Thomas would have loved to join him, except that he was horrible at any form of dancing. He held up his drink and shook his head, earning an eye roll from the guy.
After many amounts of ushering and beckoning from Newt, Thomas sighed in defeat and gave in. He quickly gulped down the rest of his drink before placed a few bills on the counter and slowly strolled to Newt.
The guy laughed, throwing his head back again to show his sweaty neck off, “I knew you’d come.”
Thomas looked around at all the other people who were dancing similarly to Newt. He ran a hand through his hair, bopping to the music. “I’m not really clued-up on this whole night club dancing thing.” He called over the music.
“Let me show you.” The blond replied and winked at him.
“What- oh.” Thomas said but was cut off as Newt grabbed his waist and pulled him closer towards him. Thomas awkwardly held his hands out to the side as the guy began to shimmy down his body. The brunet gasped in a breath of air as his lips went dry.
Thomas felt his cheeks flare up, and his pants tighten uncomfortably. He was so confused. Why was the guy doing this?
Newt stood back up and danced around Thomas, “Come on, guy-with-no-name. Dance with me!”
Thomas chuckled as he looked around at him, “I don’t know… Maybe dancing isn’t my thing…”
Newt raised his eyebrows and grabbed Thomas’ hand and moved it about in a wave. “Dancing is everyone’s thing.”
Thomas rolled his eyes and shrugged, “Yeah well, not mine- WOAH!” Newt had suddenly pulled him even closer to him.
The guy looped his hands around Thomas’ waist and began grinding his hips against him. If Thomas wasn’t blushing before, he sure was now. The feeling of their crotches grinding together was incredible, and it made his pants tighten even more.
“Oh wow. Oh god.” Thomas breathed out. His whole body suddenly felt hot and sweaty. He swallowed the lump in his throat and really hoped that what was happening down there wasn’t too embarrassing. He was pretty sure that Newt was having the same problem too.
Newt laughed and his eyes crinkled up again. Thomas personally thought that the guy’s laugh was like frosting on a beautiful chocolate cake, he couldn’t get enough of it.
Thomas didn’t even know this guy and here he was, grinding on him and comparing his freaking laugh to chocolate cake. He cleared his mind of the thoughts and began to reciprocate the movements lightly, arms not knowing where to go. Newt took them and gently put them on his shoulders. Thomas blinked, it was almost as if the guy could read his mind.
“Well… Uh…” Thomas tried to find the words to describe what they were doing, “This is… fun?”
Newt grinned and tilted his head back, listening to the music. Thomas wondered if this was what life was here. Clubbing, along with cute guys buying him drinks and grinding on him. He didn’t really mind.
Newt’s hands slowly travelled to Thomas’ waist, softly rubbing circles on the skin. Thomas looked down at the hand and back up at the blond, who had his eyes closed, lost in the music,
Thomas’ eyes looked at his pink and plump lips, before going down to look at his inviting neck. He gulped as he studied Newt and he repeated his earlier thought in his head. Newt was beyond attractive, and maybe getting pushed over had been a stroke of luck.
Newt’s eyes were open again, and he pulled their hips closer together, so that their lower regions were rubbing together. Thomas swallowed hard and grasped his upper arms tightly, feeling very turned on at that moment.
The guy’s slender hands held Thomas’ waist tightly, so that if Thomas wanted to move (he didn’t), he wouldn’t be able to. The brunet’s breath hitched as Newt’s tongue darted out to lick his lips, eyeing Thomas’ lips.
Thomas gently removed Newt’s hands from his waist before pulling back, scanning the room for where the bathrooms were. He didn’t say anything to the blond as he walked backwards towards there, giving an apologetic look to Newt before rushing to the bathroom.
Thomas pushed open the door of the bathroom, breathing heavily as he stood in front of a sink. He ran the cold water over his hands and face to freshen himself up and he watched in the mirror as the last person left a bathroom stall, exiting the room.
Thomas quickly checked to see if anyone else was inside the bathroom, and when there wasn’t, he went inside a stall. He locked the door and put down the toilet lid and just sat on the top, shaking his leg up and down.
The alcohol was starting to kick in. What had just happened back there? Thomas swore that he wanted to kiss the breath out of Newt earlier, and he was sure that Newt wanted to too. But now… everything seemed blurry and all he wanted to do was sleep.
Thomas heard the door open and a familiar British accent reached his ears, “Guy-with-no-name? You in here?” Thomas cursed under his breath. He needed to get out of there, somehow.
He pulled his feet up to his chest, so that if Newt peeked under the stalls he couldn’t see his feet. After a few seconds, Thomas heard him sigh before the door opened and slammed shut again.
Thomas let a long breath out and let his legs drop to the floor, pulling at the collar of his shirt. Things had gotten a little too close out there. With the grinding and the erections and the way Newt was looking at him, would things have gotten a lot more serious? Thomas knew he could not go back out there again, it was far too awkward.
Thomas shook his head. His mind and thinking felt clouded, it must be the alcohol. He decided to focus on more important things, like how was he going to get out of the club? Newt could be waiting for him outside.
Thomas groaned and stood up, his head starting to throb. He opened the door slowly, peeking out. No one was in the bathroom, much to his relief. Thomas decided to just fuck it, and just run out of the club as if nothing was wrong. Great plan, Thomas!
He washed his hands before tiptoeing to the door, opening it. The loud music of the club immediately blared out, and Thomas squinted around to see if Newt was anywhere to be seen. He wasn’t.
Thomas didn’t know whether to be relieved that he didn’t have to face him, or disappointed that he wasn’t looking for him anymore. He just decided to brush it off as he pushed through the crowd towards the exit.
As Thomas placed his hand on the door and walked out, he failed to notice the blond on the dance floor sadly watching as he left.