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Dennis sits in an unfamiliar bar, drumming his fingers against his glass that's been sitting so long it's formed a large condensation puddle.
A man comes up to him, leans his elbows on the bar and gets too close. "You waiting for someone?"
When Dennis turns his head to look at him fully, he's not so irritated about the closeness anymore. He's handsome, hot actually. Big brown eyes, slicked back hair and a scruffy beard.
"Yeah, I was," Dennis says, turning his torso towards the man. "But not anymore." He smiles. "What's your name?"
The man hesitates. "M- Vic." He grins. "Vic."
"Vic, huh?" Dennis forces a smile. "Predictable."
Mac sighs. "Fuck, did I screw it up?"
"No!" Dennis says quickly, not wanting it to be over. "You're just- you broke my immersion with that. Try again. New fake name for this scene. Go away, come back and we'll start over."
Mac does and Dennis is back to waiting. He already had to wait fucking forever for Mac to actually get here. Yes, it was supposed to feel organic, but christ.
Dennis gets back into character, quiets his mind as if he really is this single man waiting here to get picked up by a stranger.
A few minutes later, a man comes up on his other side. "Hey, gorgeous."
Dennis blinks in surprise. "Well hey there. Pretty bold of you to greet me that way."
A flash of insecurity goes across the man's face. "Yeah, you like it?"
"Lucky for you..." Dennis says, resting his chin in his hand. "I really did."
The man grins. "What's your name?"
"Drew," Den- Drew says. "And yours?"
"Mark," the man replies, grinning brightly.
"Nice to meet you, Mark," Drew says with a tight smile. "What brings you here tonight?"
"Same thing that brought you, I think," Mark says, sitting down on the stool next to Drew. "Looking for some company."
Drew bites his lip. "Maybe."
"Dressed like that, I'm pretty sure you are," Mark says, giving him a once over.
Drew feigns offense. "You calling me a slut?"
"Only if you're into that," Mark says.
Drew's surprised at how that makes arousal burn in his gut. He shouldn't find that hot, he really shouldn't. "And if I am?"
Mark's hand lands warm and solid on his lower back. "Then let me take you to my car."
"You mean my car," Drew says.
"Yeah," Mark says, smiling. "Your car."
The moment they're out the door, Mark is pushing him up against the wall of the building and kissing him senseless. Guy's real desperate for it.
Drew pushes him back, panting. "Car, come on." Mark lets himself by led by Drew. He likes the way Mark watches him with big trusting eyes, hanging on his every word and waiting for his next command.
It's intoxicating.
They finally get to his car that's parked a block away and he opens the back door, nodding to Mark. "Get in."
Mark looks at the car and then to Drew. "We're really gonna do it in the car?"
"Yeah?" Drew asks. "No strings attached, never-see-each-other-again sex with a stranger? Back of my car seems like the perfect location."
Mark hesitates. "Dennis, I just don't know if we-"
"Don't!" Dennis yells, angry he's been pulled out of the fantasy. "Fuck, Mac, just get fucking in."
"Sorry, De- I mean, Drew," Mark says, smiling nervously before climbing in.
Drew rolls his eyes, following him in and shutting the door. "Mark, if you're not down for a tumble with a stranger in a backseat then-"
"No, I am!" Mark says eagerly, moving in closer. "I'll make this worth your while, I promise."
Drew pulls him back in for a kiss, ready to stop with the fucking talking. Mark reaches down to open up his pants.
Drew pushes Mark down, straddles his hips. He's leaning back down for more kissing when his knee slips off the seat and a flash of pain goes up his thigh. "Fuck!"
Immersion sufficiently fucking broken.
"Dennis, what happened?!" Mac grabs him by the hips and sits up, moving Dennis off of him.
Dennis groans, opening his legs and pushing on the spot where thigh meets hip. "I think I pulled something."
Mac leans his face down uncomfortably close to Dennis's crotch. "In your dick?"
"No, not in my dick, you idiot!" Dennis snaps. "Jesus, this whole idea was stupid anyway."
"No, we were doing so well!"
Dennis rolls his eyes. "Please, your performance was shaky at best."
"I'm not a professional actor, Dennis!"
"Still better than Dee, though," Dennis says, still rubbing at his groin.
Mac scoffs. "Well obviously, anyone's better than that bird."
They both laugh, looking at each other. "Can you drive us home?" Dennis asks after a beat. "I need to rest this."
"Of course," Mac says. "I'll ice it for you when we get there."
Dennis nods, opening the door to get out of the back seat and grimacing when he tries to put weight on his right side. "Wait!" Mac yells, opening his own door and running around to support Dennis.
Dennis almost shakes Mac off, but it does hurt like a bitch so he lets Mac help him into the passenger seat.
When they're finally back to the apartment, Mac deposits him on the couch before hurrying to get an ice pack out of the fridge. He wraps it in a hand towel before sitting down next to Dennis.
Dennis tries to take it but Mac holds it out of his reach. "No, let me."
Mac places it directly to Dennis's dick and he jumps. "Dude!"
"Sorry." Mac smiles in a way that says he definitely is not sorry as he moves it to the right spot. "There?"
"Yeah," Dennis says, grimacing and stretching out his leg behind Mac against the back of the couch. "Shit. I can't believe I hurt myself this bad."
Mac huffs out a laugh. "We're getting old, man."
Dennis flares with anger. "Don't."
"Sorry." Mac holds up a hand in surrender.
It's silent for a beat. "So what now?" Dennis asks.
"I dunno," Mac says. "I'm fine here holding an ice pack on your crotch."
Dennis laughs. "Sure, yeah. But we could also-"
"Jerk each other off?" Mac asks excitedly.
Dennis blinks at him. "Um no… I was gonna say watch TV."
"Both?"
"There will be no jerking of anything in this vicinity for a while," Dennis says, motioning to his hips.
Mac pouts. "But my vicinity is perfectly fine-"
Dennis kicks him hard in the shin with his good leg, feeling pleasantly satisfied by the pained 'fuck' Mac groans out. "Turn the damn TV on," Dennis demands.
Mac does, finding a channel playing Forensic Files. Usually Mac would never choose to put that on. Dennis smiles to himself, settles back into the couch.
Mac removes the ice, replaces it with his fingers. "Can I try massaging it?" He barely presses on it and Dennis cries out. "Oh shit, guess not."
"Just leave it alone, it just needs time," Dennis says, waving him away when he tries to put the ice back.
"No, I have one more thing to try," Mac says, rushing out of the room. He comes back with a heating pad, smiling like he's just solved all Dennis's problems.
An intense unnamed feeling bubbles up in Dennis's chest and takes him by surprise. He tries to push it down as he watches Mac struggle to plug the heating pad in somewhere close enough that it will reach.
He just can't quite seem to stamp the feeling out this time.