Who: Shane and Reza When: February 16th, night Where: a club in Chicago, Shane's place Warning: NSFW Status: complete, part 1
Reza hadn’t been terribly enthused about going to a sex club. It wasn’t that he was against them, he was no prude as Mikel had accused him of being -- he’d even been to this one a couple of times before. He just wasn’t in the mood, he’d insisted, but the loose group of his friends had insisted even harder. Just for a while, just to have a little more fun. Reza had acquiesced at last and went along with them to Club Chemistry in one of the dirtier neighborhoods in Chicago. It was fine though, he knew the place was kept clean and they vetted their patrons pretty well and it was LGBT-and-kink-friendly, though not exclusive to those groups. In any case, it was always an interesting place to people watch.
He got a drink from the bar and found a spot with a good vantage point to observe the crowd in the big main room while he sipped on it. It was a Saturday night and busy, all sorts of scantily-clad people milling about while the DJ tried to make everyone’s ears bleed. Reza knew that wasn’t entirely fair, he was a huge music snob, but the bass was up too high for what he was currently playing, and Reza itched to fix it. He slipped a hand into his jacket pocket and fingered the small tuning fork he always carried, murmuring a few words only he could hear to build a bubble around himself where the music wasn’t quite so loud. It traveled with him as he started to wander after a while, making his way to the area of the club more set up for BDSM type activities.
Shane spent about as much time in other clubs as he did in his own. His club was frequented mostly by the straight crowd and while he was headstrong at times, he hadn't tried to change that. Chemistry was good for a release when he needed it and it wasn't like his club was stifled with homophobia or anything. Tonight he found himself in one of the booths with a pretty little sub on his lap. Not his sub, so he doubted he'd have much fun with her but someone's sub, all tied up and wiggly in a sweet way. Shane supposed her dom enjoyed watching her with others and he was fine with indulging them for a bit.
Unlike Reza he liked the heavy bass. He could feel it vibrating in his chest and it made him feel alive and weirdly vulnerable, as if the music could pick him up at any moment and toss him around like a stormy sea. It was an assault on all his senses and he was blissfully letting it carry him along. He'd felt a little out of sorts lately, like he was getting too old for all this shit, burned out. It was easy to forget tonight and that was exactly what he was after.
"I'd tell you to get me a drink," he said loudly in the girl's ear before tugging on the ropes on her arms. "But you're a little tied up right now so I'm gonna leave you for a bit." She wound up smoothly in a way that reminded Shane of snakes, stretching along his chest to rest her head on his shoulder.
"Don't leave me," she mouthed, all dark big eyes and pouty lips but Shane was kind of immune to needy, if anything it turned him off so he laughed and gently shifted her off his lap. "I'll be back," he promised and managed to tear himself away, finishing what was left of his drink before heading to the bar.
Reza was walking in the opposite direction, and as the approaching man’s features became clear in the shadowy lighting, recognition hit him. His head turned as they passed and his brow furrowed briefly -- he knew that guy, but where from? It wasn’t completely unheard of for him to run into faces he knew at this place, because the entertainment industry was full of fun exhibitionists and perverts, so he wasn’t shocked. Just couldn’t place the guy immediately, the way he could with most of the attractive men he met. Reza turned to follow him and leaned against the bar next to the man. “I know you from somewhere,” he said, then smiled a bit more as it came to him. “You own Firelight, right? I booked an act for your club a couple months ago.” They hadn’t worked closely together on all the details, but he remembered meeting the guy now. And his name was S-something? Reza would have to check his phone.
Shane might have thought that was a come-on at first, if Reza hadn't provided details so quickly but Shane recognized his face even if he'd be hard pressed to remember his name. He just wasn't good at that, nor did he really care to improve on it. "I remember you," he said, Reza did not have a forgettable face. He had reminded Shane of a big cat in that short meeting and his eyes were the very definition of bedroom eyes. He'd also pinged Shane's gaydar pretty hard for a variety of reasons. He couldn't hear him all that well over the music but he heard enough and he leaned in closer to speak. "Don't remember your name though."
Reza knew he tended to make an impression on people, and he used that to his advantage as often as possible. The traits other kids had tortured him over in early grade school were now what made him memorable in a sea of aspiring agents. Reza got a good whiff of the man as he leaned in closer, and couldn’t help but notice how delicious he smelled. “Reza Mansour,” he told him, leaning in slightly as well. He had to drop the sound dampening bubble so the guy wouldn’t notice it, but he didn’t mind the closeness, personally. “And you’re ... Sean Warren?” Reza squinted one eye questioningly, obviously making an effort to remember. Then he smiled a little. “Nice to see you again.”
Shane was surprised he remembered even that much, but only for a second before he realized that he too would have to step up his game in remembering names if he had Reza's job. "Shane," he corrected him. "But close." He gave him a lazy smile, not trying to get the bartender's attention just yet. "Nice to see you too. I haven't seen you at Firelight so I'm guessing this is your usual haunt?" There was obviously no judgment there, but Shane was sure he'd get bored with this place too if he came here often so he tried to let a few months go by before re-visiting.
Shane. That was better than Sean, in Reza’s opinion. He liked that smile on him too, there was something fun and cocky about it. “I wouldn’t say usual,” he said, his gaze scanning around them before coming back to Shane. “I’m all over the city, but rather partial to Kiki down on Halsted Street.” Reza lifted his glass to take a sip of his drink, his eyes staying on Shane. Anybody who knew nightlife in Chicago knew that Kiki was a prominent gay club, and he was sure Shane could read between the lines. Why not flirt a little while Reza had his attention, right? “When I feel like going, that is. I’m in clubs so much for work, they get old sometimes. How about you? Here for business or pleasure?”
"Pleasure," Shane replied and yes, he did know Kiki, had been there a few times but what Reza said next resonated with him and he laughed a little. "Yeah, club burn-out, I feel you. At least this one has naked people." He raised his empty glass toward one of the corners where a very vocal boy was getting whipped by a delighted dominatrix. "What about you? You got what you came for?" He had a feeling Reza might not be at the bar chatting with him if he had but a lot of people just came here to watch and relax so he wasn't assuming anything.
The naked people did indeed liven things up, and Reza glanced over at the scene Shane pointed to and smirked. All of that pleather and whipping didn’t really do anything for him, it was so theatrical and cliche. Though he could definitely appreciate the happy-pained sounds the boy was making. Reza just didn’t really want to be on either end of it himself. He liked different kinds of power plays. Shane’s question made him chuckle a bit and shrug. “I just got here, and had no expectations. Just open to possibilities,” he said, and tilted his head back to down the last of his drink. Reza set the glass down and turned to get the bartender’s attention. “What are you having?” he asked Shane, shooting him a glance.
"Ardbeg," Shane replied, turning to face the bar as well. He wasn't about to get into a tug-of-war over who got to buy who a drink but the thought of being on the receiving end was always a little weird to him. "What about you? Let me buy you a drink," he said with a grin. He was on the same page as Reza, though he didn't know it, his favorite part of that scene was the nudity and the woman's delight at what she was doing, the rest was secondary. Interesting, yes, but not really all that hot to him.
Reza had intended to do the buying, but he hadn’t said it explicitly, and he knew some guys were weird about it. He had a policy of never turning down a free drink anyway, especially not from a man he found attractive, so it was easy to smile back and nod. “A Manhattan, if you’d be so kind,” he said, leaving it to Shane to order both drinks once the bartender made his way over to them. Once that was done he half-turned toward Shane again and gave him a subtle once-over. He had a hell of a jawline on him, didn’t he? Reza had noticed he was hot the first time they met, of course, but seeing someone in this sort of setting was a different experience. Context was everything. “So you said pleasure ... have you found any yet?” he asked, tone lightly curious.
Shane was well aware he was being checked out, Reza wasn't terribly subtle about it and Shane wasn't exactly a stranger to being the object of people's gazes. He laughed a bit at the question and shrugged, glancing over his shoulder toward the booth he'd been sitting in. "There's a guy over there and I think he wants me to rail his sub while he watches." He quirked a brow as he glanced at Reza again. "I'm trying to decide how far outside my comfort zone that is. How about you? Seen anything you like yet?" He was hard to read, he realized, which was a challenge when Shane was so used to knowing what people wanted often before they even did.
‘Rail’ wasn’t the most tasteful word choice, but in this sort of environment it was probably appropriate. Reza followed Shane’s gaze and spotted the barely-clad woman he’d left behind, then focused on him again. The question made his lips quirk upward at the corners, but he thought it would feel overly cliche to just say ‘you.’ He generally liked to be a bit more coy than that. Especially when he didn’t know if the person he was flirting with was even into men. “The night might not be a total loss, I’ll say that,” he said. Reza glanced meaningfully back at the bound woman. “If you need a convenient excuse to say no to them, I’m happy to assist,” he added, smirking a bit more at Shane.
Shane had never needed help with telling people what he wanted or did not want to do so the offer made him chuckle. He was well aware of the implications there and Reza was much more his type than the girl was for what to him were obvious reasons. Reza was taller, smarter and a lot more confident than the people Shane usually dallied with but that wasn't a turn-off at all. He paid up and took the drinks from the bartender, then held the Manhattan out to Reza. "I might take you up on that," he said, leaning in again so Reza could hear him over the heavy bass. "Though I can't promise they won't just invite you too." He clinked his glass against Reza's and grinned as he pulled back to drink.
He accepted the fresh drink with a nod of thanks, then laughed softly at what Shane said as they toasted. “Definitely not my taste,” he said, the smile lingering on his face. He never minded saying no to anyone, but maybe Shane didn’t either. He certainly seemed self-possessed enough. Reza thought that if he wasn’t interested at all Shane would already be gone, so he was liking his odds so far. After a second’s thought, he leaned in close again. “Care to step out on the patio with me? I need a little fresh air.” He pulled back enough to arch a questioning eyebrow. The club’s patio out back was pretty nice, fenced in for privacy with a few tables to sit and smoke and talk. Something that was near impossible with the bass the way it was.
Talking was challenging inside so Shane agreed with a little nod, gesturing at Reza to lead the way before pushing off from the bar to follow. So Reza knew the place well enough at least, he hadn't just stumbled in here out of curiosity for a one time thing. For that matter, Shane hadn't either, but he hadn't been actively looking for anything special that he couldn't find at Firelight. It was a little quieter out there despite there being a few people there already and so many voices blended into a noise of its own. Shane enjoyed the smoky taste on his tongue as they made their way to an unoccupied table through the puffs of multi-flavored clouds. "Do you vape?" he asked when they sat down, shooting Reza a curious, bemused smile.
Reza knew his way around, and he was intimately familiar with the outdoor patio, considering the volume levels the usual DJs liked to crank it to inside. He knew that was just him being fussy, too engrossed in his niche element, but oh well. He could tolerate it for some activities, but conversations were better held outside. He took a deep, refreshing breath as the two of them settled at a table with their drinks, then flashed Shane a smile and dipped his hand into his suit jacket pocket. He was wearing it casually -- a dark purple crushed velvet affair, with a black button down underneath that had the first three buttons undone -- but it was convenient to carry stuff in. Reza produced a vape pen. “You got me,” he said to Shane before he took a drag off of it. Scents were also important to him, and this one was a chocolate mocha that was just lovely. “Yet another vice. Do you?” he asked, lifting his glass for a sip.
"Oh no," Shane laughed, shaking his head. "I prefer the old fashion stuff over this cloud of lies." His eyes crinkled a bit in amusement making it obvious he wasn't fully serious about that though he didn't much like vaping. It was one of the vices he could absolutely forgive in someone he knew or fancied of course, even if he bitched about it in strangers. "Yours isn't as sickly sweet as some of the others I've smelled, what is that, hint of coffee? At least it's not making me crave popcorn." He tsk'ed playfully. "Terrible vice, absolutely horrible."
It was a playful disapproval, so Reza didn’t mind it. Sanctimonious people really sucked to be around, flirting was a much better path. He smirked over the phrase ‘cloud of lies’ and gave his pen a suck and nodded a bit. Reza made sure to blow the smoke away from Shane. He wasn’t going to be a prick about it. “Mocha, yes,” he said, watching the other man with bemused interest of his own. He was funny, that was appealing, though Reza had known some genuine assholes with great senses of humor in his life. “I know, I should be ashamed, but I never am.” He shrugged a shoulder and leaned his elbow on the arm of the chair to take another small puff. “So now you owe me one,” he continued. “Share a vice.”
Shane whistled and pulled a face because damn did he not want to list his vices. They were many and some of them were pretty awful. "Pretty sure I'm collecting them all," he replied. "And you're well aware of two of them since I'm here with you, drinking whiskey in a sex club. Let's see though, something less obvious. I like to eat matches aaand I'm a narcisstic fuck, or so I'm told." He knew his biggest vice - or deadly sin - was murder, but it wasn't like that was a bad habit he couldn't shake so it didn't count. Even if it did, he wasn't about to casually mention that in any conversation.
Reza was also drinking in a sex club, so they were even there. Those two didn’t count. Shane offered him two more, and the first one surprised him into laughing. “Wait, did you say you eat matches?” he asked, brows lifting with amusement. That was a new vice to him. It was a bizarre thing to admit, but Shane pulled it off and made it charming somehow. “I know a lot of narcissists, but I think you’re the first one I’ve ever met who eats matches. Interesting.” He took another drink and chuckled a bit.
"Yeah, like an overgrown toddler," Shane admitted with a grin and took another sip of his drink, unwittingly mirroring Reza. "I liked the smell and I like the taste. I like to think it's some instinctual wisdom giving my body something it's lacking and not just a crazy person syndrome." He swirled the whiskey a bit, watching the pretty liquid slosh around before turning his attention back to Reza who in this light was actually a similar color. "Speaking of vices, if you were looking for something in there, what would it be? I'm having a hard time figuring you out."
That pleased Reza to hear. He liked being ambiguous, it gave him lots of room to maneuver with people. “I think there’s a name for that, pooka or pica or something,” he said first, taking another drag from his vape pen. Reza let the cloud go skyward as he considered how to answer. “I’d be looking for a man who’s confident, knows what he wants. Isn’t afraid to take it.” He let his gaze wander over what he could see of Shane again before returning to his face. He smiled faintly. “Good looking, naturally. But I don’t give up control easily, so I’d be looking for someone who’d be willing to work for it. ... and that’s why most nights are a bust.” Reza gave a lazy roll of his eyes.
Shane didn't even think to attempt hiding his pleasant surprise at the answer, arching his brows and smiling at Reza before nodding in understanding. "You into all that?" he asked with a vague sweeping motion behind him toward the club. He'd wondered whether Reza was into the control aspect at all and the way he acted he was just as likely to be dominant or a switch. He wasn't wearing anything that indicated preferences, he didn't have that eager hope in his eyes that a lot of the submissives had and while Shane did like that in a guy, it was a bit challenging to meet someone without it.
Reza lifted a brow and then laughed softly. “The flogging and chains and the ridiculous costumes? No,” he said, shaking his head a bit as he lifted his glass for another sip. “I don’t mind some pain, but it’s really not my thing. It’s more ... the power struggle. The freedom in being taken, not having to think, just being.” He paused, then chuckled at himself. “That probably sounds fucking pretentious. It’s just hot to be topped, that’s what it boils down to.” He could wax poetic about it for an embarrassingly long time, probably, but Reza stopped there. He wasn’t sure yet if Shane was the guy he wanted to invest some time in, but if they seemed on the same page about it ... a nice flutter was growing in his gut.
"You're a challenge," Shane murmured and it was a relief to hear Reza wasn't into all the theatrics because Shane really wasn't either. Some of it, maybe, but it always seemed like wasting time on props where they weren't really needed. Some people loved props just like some people loved wigs and make-up, Shane just loved the spur of the moment. He wasn't a big fan of challenges either but his relief spoke volumes about his interest and maybe Reza was worth a little challenge. Only one way to find out. "I'd like to take you out to dinner sometime," he said then, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table as well. "Or breakfast if that's more your speed."
Was he a challenge? Maybe for some. But those who didn’t want to put any effort in at all weren’t worth Reza’s time, and certainly didn’t deserve access to his body. That was his usual standard, anyway. Sometimes he dabbled in the easy one-night-or-less affairs, but those were rarely satisfying to him. A wave of tingly-feeling excitement rolled through him at Shane’s invitation, but he tried to keep his smile low-key. It wasn’t easy. “I do love a good breakfast,” he said, lifting his glass for another swallow. “And I’m free tomorrow morning.” He quirked one brow. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so quick to go home with Shane, maybe it would end up being another disappointment, but Reza had a pretty good feeling about it now, and he hadn’t gotten laid in a long time, so ... no risk, no reward, right?
"I make a mean omelet," Shane told him, grinning back as he spotted that excitement that Reza almost managed to conceal. "No matches." He knocked back the rest of his drink and put the glass down, letting slide a few inches from him as he moved the seat closer to Reza, leaning in close to him and breathing in more of his scent than just the mocha vape. "Do you dance?" he asked, not wanting to rush into some one night stand without at least getting a feel for Reza's body and letting him do the same. "You look like a dancer." Shane wouldn't ever compete in any fancy dance contest but there were no rules on night club dance floors, just grinding hips and wandering hands.
A match-free omelet after a night of getting ‘railed,’ so to speak, sounded pretty damn good to Reza. He watched Shane move in closer, but didn’t lean in right away to meet him. Not until he’d finished his own drink and set it down on the table. He tucked his vape pen back into his jacket. “I do dance,” he confirmed, putting their faces close together. Shane smelled good too, he couldn’t help but notice. And Reza kind of wanted to run his tongue over the faint stubble on that perfect jaw. “Are you asking me to dance?” he murmured, his heavy-lidded gaze roaming slowly over Shane’s face. Reza knew that was the point of the question, of course, but it was more fun to play coy about it for a moment.
Shane was starting to realize that Reza was a bit like a drug, possibly bad for him but drawing him in faster than he wanted. There was just something about those eyes and those lips and, well, everything if he was honest with himself. He might get bored with him in the morning but tonight he felt like he had to have him or he might burst. "Yeah," he said with a lazy smile. "You should dance with me." What he really wanted was to get closer, to find out how he moved, how he felt against his body and if everything went the way he hoped, to kiss him and find out for sure if going home together was as good of an idea as he thought.
It didn’t escape Reza’s notice that it still wasn’t a question, more of a statement of what he ought to do. Normally that was annoying, but it was kind of hot in this context. He had said he wanted a confident man, after all. He smiled faintly and considered breaking the ice and kissing Shane right then, but wasn’t it more interesting to just let the power dynamics play out? “Let’s do it, then,” he said, studying Shane’s face for another beat. Then he leaned back and moved to stand up. He could definitely sacrifice his eardrums for a while to get a feel for this guy. Reza was hoping he wasn’t just another pretty face with no substance behind it, but even if he was ... maybe he was a good kisser.
Shane got up as well, sidestepping to let Reza pass and indulging his urge to touch as he did so with one hand on Reza's back. Not too low, he didn't want to be a creep about it but he felt the need to touch him and get some connection going as they moved. It was a bit of a walk to the dance floor and maybe he was a little impatient by nature. "I'm not a dancer," he said, leaning in to speak directly in Reza's ear once they were inside, it was so damn loud in there and while that was fine while dancing, it didn't make for great conversation. "But I love dancing." He shot him a cheeky smile and maybe it was a warning to not expect much though Shane didn't really care if he was a good dancer or not. He just liked the rhythm and the closeness of it, losing himself in a crowd or - better yet - grinding against a sexy partner.
Reza didn’t mind the light touch to his back, just like he didn’t mind the low sound of Shane’s voice in his ear. Both gave him a pleasant shiver down his back as he returned the smile. The thudding bass in the club was still obnoxiously loud, but Reza felt looser as they moved toward the dance floor. Maybe the Manhattan was helping, or maybe it was the company. He definitely felt sexier now than he had at the start of the night. He let his eyes unfocus a bit as they walked through the shadows and tuned into the feel of the music, that thumping rhythm that vibrated through him, waking up every nerve and stirring his magic. Once they’d staked out a spot, he turned to Shane and stepped in close enough to him to feel his body heat, starting to move his hips to the beat.
Shane already knew he wanted to take this man home and that desire only grew when he finally got him close and moving against him. He felt like smoke in a way, all languid and sensual, made to be breathed in and savored. Shane slipped his arms around him eventually and leaned in closer to brush his nose against his neck. His scent was addicting, not overwhelming but whenever he got close to Reza to smell it, it drew him in closer. Shane wasn't really used to being played though he had played plenty of people and it amused him to think that Reza could probably play him like a fiddle and maybe he was, Shane didn't mind. Or maybe he wasn't a player at all, maybe they just had really good chemistry going. Either way, he was on the hook and whatever plans he might have been considering for the night were long forgotten.
It was definitely easier to lose himself in the moment and enjoy himself with the right company, and Shane was proving to be that kind of company. The way he moved and touched and put his mouth close to Reza’s skin made every inch of him feel tingly. That couldn’t be faked. Reza had lost track of how many songs they had danced through when he felt Shane’s mouth hovering close to his own. Beyond overthinking anything, he closed the small gap to press their lips together. Shane had such a lovey mouth, and Reza was unsurprised but pleased to find it felt just as good as it looked. Maybe it wasn’t a very submissive move to make, but Reza didn’t give a fuck. It was time.
Desire was a powerful emotion that Shane really loved, but he also loved the feeling of being desired and the fact Reza didn't wait for him to make that move tickled him in ways he didn't even try to comprehend. All that mattered was that it felt good and as he deepened the kiss, his body felt all the more tuned into Reza, his arousal only accentuated by the heavy, thumping bass vibrating through his bones. It was so hot in there, both of them were already a little sweaty and that only made him hungrier for the body pressed against his. He tightened his hold on Reza, pulling him firmly against his own body as he kissed him deep and slow. He took his time but when he broke the kiss it was only to speak in Reza's ear again. "We should get the fuck out of here."
Gods he loved being held like that, pulled flush against another lean, firm body, generating even more heat between them. His hands were pressed against Shane’s sides as their mouths worked together, itching to roam to other places but he wanted to stay engrossed in the kiss. Shane tasted good, like liquor and man, and it made Reza want to taste other parts of him. He was fantasizing about dropping to his knees to do just that when Shane took his mouth away to speak. They didn’t strictly have to get out of there, it was a sex club after all, but Reza liked that he wanted to. The tension of the wait was electric, and he was much more comfortable debasing himself in a private bedroom than in a place like this. Reza nodded and nuzzled his temple against Shane’s. “I didn’t drive here, did you?” he asked over the music. He could text his friends who had long since disappeared, he was sure they wouldn’t even miss him until later.
Shane was much more of a voyeur than he was an exhibitionist and the fact Reza didn't want to stay and go on in the club was a good sign. He nodded and flashed Reza a happier smile than he intended as he grabbed his hand to drag him off the dance floor. He hadn't had too much to drink to feel comfortable driving because he didn't want to have to count on a cab to get home and now he was glad for it. "Don't worry, I'll get you home after breakfast," he promised and while he still wanted that full-on contact he'd had just seconds before, he found he really liked holding Reza's hand too. It was practical in a place like this even if it wasn't packed in there, a gathering of people mixed with alcohol meant it was too damn easy to lose one another.
Taking Reza’s hand to lead him to the door was kind of cute, especially combined with that smile. Like a kid that had just gotten told he could go play outside. Only they’d be playing inside and there would be nothing kid-friendly about it. Reza couldn’t help but feel some of that giddy excitement fluttering around himself. He wasn’t worried about his ride home in the morning, or anything, really. He was just ready to get to wherever Shane lived and indulge in some debauchery together. His cock was definitely ready, caught at an awkward angle in his pants that Reza subtly adjusted as soon as they were outside. “Do you live close?” he asked as they headed toward Shane’s car, a bit of eagerness in his tone that he couldn’t suppress.
It was tempting to warm them both up when they got outside but that was something Shane was getting used to suppressing, suddenly feeling warm was 'weird' so he endured the cold as they hurried to his car. "Yeah just a couple of blocks," he replied, glad there wasn't a long line for the coat room or heavy traffic outside the club. "I'm renting a loft near Logan Square," he added with a grin. "It's pretty sweet." Fully furnished was his style, that way he didn't need to buy anything or deal with heavy furniture and loads of luggage when he felt ready to move again - which was often. He'd found he hated living in the same place for more than a year, maybe because it reminded him of being stuck in the same room for so long, with no freedom to move around or change his scenery. "Fuck it's cold," he blurted out when they were inside the car and he wasted no time in starting the engine. The car too was a rental, Shane didn't really like owning things.
Reza had known a few people who lived in the area, and he was sure the loft was pretty sweet. This wasn’t a cheap part of the city to live in. He was happy to climb into Shane’s car, even though the cold didn’t really bother Reza. He wasn’t completely immune to it, but being tuned into air as an element helped shield him from the discomfort. He chuckled softly at Shane’s gripe, settling in and buckling his seatbelt. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up once we get there,” he murmured, shooting a flirtatious look over at him. Two blocks wouldn’t take long at all to travel, which was probably for the best. Reza was already tempted to grope and tease Shane while he drove, but he guessed he could be patient since they were so close. He slipped his phone out of his pocket to let his friends know he was bouncing and not to worry.
It wasn't a long drive but Shane still turned on some music for the duration, a nice sexy song he'd been quite taken with lately. It was only fitting given his mood. He wanted his hands on Reza again, liked the way his thin body felt in his grip, the way he moved against him. Stupid driving. He wished he had a chauffeur, that way they could have continued their private party in the backseat and Reza could have warmed him up real fast. Oh well, it wasn't far and Reza's promise made him not want to warm himself up to give Reza something to do but that thought didn't last too long. He hated the cold more than anything and a little warmth wouldn't hurt him. "You should warm my neck a little," he murmured and tilted his head to bare his neck to Reza, leaning just a little closer to him while still keeping his eyes on the road. What he really wanted was the touch, of course, Reza's lips anywhere on his skin.
Tucking his phone away again, Reza gave a light laugh. “Oh should I?” he murmured back, grinning as he turned toward Shane in his seat. It was a sporty little car, so he didn’t have to lean far to get to him. Reza brushed his nose against Shane’s skin, inhaling deep as his lips came next. He exhaled warmly a second later, then pressed a kiss in that spot. “You’re a demanding one, aren’t you?” he purred, not sounding put off by that in the slightest. Pushing back was fun, no doubt, but Reza ultimately enjoyed getting told what to do. And sometimes made to do it. That could come later. One of his hands moved to stroke over Shane’s chest as he kissed and nibbled at the side of his neck for a moment. Reza slid his touch lower, hovering around Shane’s belt buckle, and nipped at his earlobe.
"You have no idea," Shane murmured contently, still grinning though it had faded a little in favor of something a little darker and hungrier as playfulness made way for arousal. Reza's touches sent little flutters through his body and that jolt that went straight to his balls would have been a good wakeup call to his cock if it hadn't been semi-erect already. Shane had yet to meet someone whose ears weren't sensitive and that included him. It became a little harder to focus on driving but he steeled himself as best as he could, glad he knew exactly how far he had yet to go or he might have just parked right there and risked police intervention for some instant gratification.
Reza could hear the shift in Shane’s breathing as his arousal grew, and it made him feel a little giddy with accomplishment and his own excitement. He could feel his heartbeat in his cock again, the front of his pants getting crowded. Even though he’d complained about the cold, Shane’s skin was warm and smooth under Reza’s lips as he pressed a few more kisses against his neck. Moving up to give his ear another nuzzle, Reza stroked the inside of Shane’s thigh, fingertips just barely brushing against his crotch. “I hope you demand my mouth on your cock, because I can’t wait to taste you,” he whispered. He was sure that was already a given, but it never hurt to make suggestions, right?
If he didn't live right around that corner... It was hard not to demand that right now either way and Shane made a growly little sound as he steeled himself again, pursing his lips to the side and huffing softly. "I'll be demanding a lot of things," he promised. "I want you on your knees the moment we walk through the door and I want you to strip while you suck my cock." He let his own hand wander off the steering wheel and to Reza's knee, dragging his fingers up his thigh. "You any good at following orders?" He smiled as he asked, still getting a feel for Reza beyond the brief time they'd spent together at the club and at a formal meeting months earlier. Maybe asking nicely was a better way to go, but Reza had brought up demanding and if Shane could get away with being a brat, he'd happily oblige.
Reza liked that soft growl, a happy throb pulsing through his cock. He got fully hard listening to what Shane wanted him to do. If they’d had a longer drive, he definitely would’ve been unzipping Shane’s pants by now. The tease was kind of nice though, anticipation made everything better, and he could almost taste the salty musk of Shane’s cock on his tongue already. They’d been dancing for a while in the overheated club, but Reza didn’t want to bother with showers or any of that civilized shit. He was worked up and ready to choke on Shane and make him moan. “Sometimes,” he answered softly with a smile of his own. Reza flicked his tongue up the curve of Shane’s ear. “Sometimes I take some convincing. But I’m sure you’re very persuasive.”
Shane smirked because yes, he was used to getting what he wanted so he supposed he was persuasive in one way or another. It wasn't something he thought about too deeply so he couldn't really say. They were at his building and he turned the car into the underground parking garage, glad they didn't need to go back outside. There was a part of him that wanted Reza to do all those things he'd 'demanded' right there before they even got to the elevator but there were security cameras and he was trying to behave until he was ready to leave this place. Not having to drive anymore was a relief because he was definitely reaching the state of arousal where focusing on anything but sex was getting impossible, plus he hadn't been in the best state to drive in the first place. As soon as the engine was off he turned to pull Reza into a heated kiss, not wanting to wait to get a taste of him.
Now that they were parked, it was even more tempting to free Shane’s cock and get it into his mouth. Maybe that was too fast and would negate all of the flirtatious things he’d said about being a challenge, but gods, he was horny as fuck now. He usually had more control than this, but it was rare for him to find someone he was this attracted to. Luckily Shane occupied his mouth with kissing, and Reza let out a low groan as their tongues danced together. After a moment he pulled back again and swiped at his mouth with the back of one wrist. “Take me upstairs,” Reza murmured, unbuckling himself and reaching for the door handle. He had no doubt they would make out some more on the way up there, but he was ready to get somewhere clothes could safely come off.
The fact it didn't go further than some over the clothes rubbing in the elevator was probably largely thanks to the fact the elevator was fast and they both wanted privacy. They might have found that privacy in the elevator at the hour but Shane also wanted comfort and easy access to water and not to have to do a naked run down the hallway anytime soon. He pulled Reza with him when the elevator stopped and kept kissing him as much as he could until he needed to actually focus on the key-in-lock situation. "You're like a drug," he said with a little laugh when he finally got the key in and the door open. "I can't fucking stop kissing you." He could, he knew, when Reza got on his knees but only because a blowjob was even better than kissing, rivalled only by fucking. Bumping the door closed behind him he pulled Reza close again, grinning against his lips. "Get on your knees."
Making out in the elevator and then down the hall of Shane’s building was just as hot as it was in the car. Reza felt happily breathless by the time they reached the right door, and he leaned against the wall next to it for that brief moment of watching Shane’s hands as he got it unlocked. Being likened to a drug made him grin, his insides fluttering like mad. Who didn’t like that kind of flattery? It helped that Shane sounded sincere and looked just as carried away by all of this as Reza felt. It was going to be a damn good night, he had a feeling. Once they were inside, he pressed himself firmly against Shane’s body, an answering smile flashing across his face at the command. He definitely wanted to obey, but he pushed against Shane’s body first instead, his hands stroking the other man’s torso under his coat, his chin lifting in some playful defiance. “And if I don’t?” he breathed. “Are you gonna make me?”
Shane was sure he could very easily make him do almost anything if he wanted to, Reza might be stronger than he looked but Shane still thought he could take him. He just had strict rules about that sort of play and maybe he shouldn't have enjoyed it at all given his past but... he did. "I don't play rough without a safeword," he murmured rather than give into the urge to show Reza just what he could do to him but then his lips curled into a dark, playful smile. "But I didn't get you this far only to let you leave now." He shrugged off his jacket and let it fall with a heavy thud to the floor before wrapping his arms around Reza again, tighter this time. "You gonna give me trouble already?"
Reza hadn’t had anything extreme in mind, since he didn’t plan on really resisting anything Shane wanted to do to him -- almost anything, anyway. Like he’d said, pain wasn’t really his thing, and neither was a violent struggle. He and Shane would have to figure out what ‘rough’ meant to each of them and where the limits were, of course, and it was kind of reassuring to hear him say that even in the heat of the moment. But all that could wait until after the need humming through both of their bodies was satisfied. Reza already got the sense this wouldn’t be a one-and-done type of thing. He gave a soft grunt at the tighter grip, slipping his arms around Shane’s neck. “Only good trouble,” he murmured with a soft smirk. He moved in to kiss him again, still heated and nibbly, then pushed on Shane’s chest a bit to get him to loosen up so Reza could sink to his knees.
Shane didn't let him push him away right away, taking a second to stubbornly tighten his hold in a playful manner before he let Reza do what he wanted. He was still smiling as he watched him get to his knees, though there was something darker in his eyes now, his smile less playful and more tinged with arousal and enjoyment. It was really a beautiful sight he didn't get tired of, he loved that view, that and having someone on his lap to play with. He snagged his bottom lip against his teeth, humming his appreciation as he ran his fingers through Reza's thick, short hair. "Here I was getting all ready to wrestle you into submission," he drawled a bit belatedly. "But you're a good boy aren't you."
A little thrill of mixed feelings flashed through Reza -- he both loved and hated the term ‘good boy.’ It rubbed against his sense of dignity in a way that was always kind of erotic in the moment. He never quite thought of it as an outright fetish, but he couldn’t deny it always had an effect. He shrugged out of his coat and let it pool behind him, then reached for Shane’s belt to start pulling it apart. He’d said he wanted Reza to suck his cock right then and there while he stripped, so that was what he was going to do. He glanced up as he unzipped Shane’s pants and slipped his hand inside. “I’ll leave that up to you to decide,” he murmured, licking his lips as his fingers found Shane’s warm cock. Reza pulled him free and guided the tip to his mouth to start softly licking the head, his eyes ticking up again.
Just like that the view got even better in every way. Shane knew from experience that Reza had plenty of power right now, sucking a guy's dick might seem to some a submissive act and sure, in many ways it was, but he remember how powerful it had made him feel when he did it, that ability to make a man come undone with a flick of his tongue and holding something so fragile between his teeth. Reza looked gorgeous doing it too and Shane recognized that glint in his eyes all too well, it sparked quite a few feelings inside him too and he licked his lips before pulling his shirt up and off, tossing it aside. "Keep stripping," he told him quietly, wanting to see more of him already.
Reza loved to give head to the guys he picked out -- his taste was very selective, but once he had someone, he was all in. Shane had a beautiful cock, thick and pleasantly heavy against his tongue. That salty taste he’d expected was there, and Reza’s nostrils flared as he breathed in deep and slid his mouth further down around Shane’s length. It freed up his hands, and he moved to unbutton his shirt while he stroked his tongue against the cock between his lips. Reza made quick work of his button-down, then pulled off of Shane and leaned back long enough to peel his black undershirt off and let it drop too. He took the opportunity to look over the man in front of him, and decided the rest of him was just as beautiful as his cock. Reza stroked his tongue over it again as his hands fell to start undoing his belt.
Shane ran his fingers down over Reza's face, taking in the hard curve of his cheekbones and jawline, the beautiful way his cheek hollowed when he sucked on him. He wanted to see his throat working his cock but from this angle that wasn't about to happen. He could imagine it though, that long slender neck with the Adam's apple bobbing slowly. He let his fingers roam there next, if he couldn't see it he could feel it, lightly brushing the back of his fingers down Reza's chin. He was as beautiful without a shirt as he was with it which was saying something, sometimes people looked awkward when the clothes came off, not their bodies as such but their body language, going shy, shrinking in themselves. Not Reza, his posture didn't change and it was easy to see that sucking cock did nothing to diminish his pride. Shane liked that a lot, that confidence that the man exuded, the way those dark eyes looked up at him, seductive in a way that could so easily turn playfully defiant.
Being touched so gently and almost reverently while his mouth was full of dick did all kinds of hot, fluttery things to Reza’s insides. He was well aware that he was no body-building Adonis, he’d even been called scrawny more than once in his life, but he’d gotten over being self-conscious about his body a long time ago. He was lean and strong enough and graceful most of the time, and his body was full of magic. How could he not appreciate it? Shane couldn’t reach most of him, but the way he was touching his face and neck seemed appreciative as well. Kneeling made it difficult to take his pants off -- not to mention he still had shoes on -- so Reza just pulled them open and freed his aching cock. The band of his underwear kept it pressed hotly against his belly and he let out a soft moan of relief, going back to bobbing his head over Shane. He wasn’t completely stripped, but enough to let him really focus on giving pleasure, one hand coming up to wrap around the base of Shane’s cock and stroke lightly while he sucked him.
Shane enjoyed a variety of body types but he tended to gravitate towards people with a smaller build than his. If anything, Reza was taller than what he usually liked but that didn't mean much when he was on his knees giving Shane a blowjob that already had his balls tight with pleasure. "Such a sweet mouth," he murmured, feeling warmer already and eager to lose the rest of his - and Reza's - clothes. "Touch yourself," he added. "Get yourself warmed up for me." He kept touching Reza, liking the hard curves under his fingertips as he followed his bone structure as if he was an artist planning on creating his likeness. He wanted to know those lines, be intimately familiar with them even if it was just for a night.
There was always a gentle sinking feeling in his stomach when he really started to give himself over to that submissive sort of mindset. They’d been warming each other up since the club and Reza felt so goddamn ready to be touched. If it had to be by his own hand to start out with, so be it. He could be patient. Though the prospect of being made to squirm and beg for attention was pretty appealing at the moment. Reza pushed his pants down further to give himself more room, over his hips so they hugged his thighs like some accidental bondage. He wrapped one hand around his cock to squeeze and give himself a few strokes, groaning low around Shane. The soft strokes to his face continued to give him tiny pleasant shivers, and he tilted his head to nuzzle against Shane’s hand with his cock still in his mouth.
Shane wasn't going to stay in the hall for a long time but he stayed longer than he meant to simply because Reza's mouth was so much better than he'd hoped it'd be. It wasn't long before he was rocking his hips slightly, trailing his fingers to the back of Reza's neck where his light touches became firmer, rubbing into his muscles and gripping tightly. He wondered how long it took Reza to come, if he was vocal when he came, what it felt like to fuck him. It was probably easier to dominate someone if he actually knew them better but Shane had never slept with the same person often so he wouldn't know. Right now he was balancing his own pleasure with his need to watch and learn, trying to figure Reza out even as he wanted to close his eyes and just start thrusting into that willing mouth.
The stronger touches further carried Reza along into subspace, the fluttering in his gut seemed to drop lower to become throbs of pleasure in his groin as he played with himself. He was being careful not to ramp himself up too much, as he still got the sense that this evening was still just beginning. Reza bobbed his head and sucked harder, his free hand stroking Shane’s shaft at the same rhythm he stroked his own, only tighter. He liked the strength in Shane’s hands, how he was getting bolder and more demanding, even if it was still subtle. He’d lost all track of time down there, even with his knees starting to protest, all of his focus on finding what made Shane’s cock twitch and leak against his tongue.
Shane was more than okay with ramping up too much, he even considered allowing himself to come just to shatter Reza's hopes until he found out just how quick Shane's recovery was but he decided, somewhat last minute, to pace himself instead. "Stop," he groaned and pulled Reza back before stepping away, giving him a slightly dazed grin as he kicked off his shoes and started stripping. "I thought I told you to strip," he teased, well aware that it wasn't easy on his knees but it was fun to do a little good natured ribbing since he could and he tsked in mock-disapproval. Stepping back gave him a better view of Reza and he looked him up and down with obvious hunger. "Guess I gotta do it for you," he suggested, kicking his pants and socks aside.
Reza felt a little lightheaded and dreamy when Shane pulled back, almost like he’d gotten more drunk off of his cock. He grinned at the admonishment, able to hear how not-serious it was. “I tried, for you,” he said, his hand still gliding slowly over his stiff cock. He liked Shane’s eyes on him and leaned back a touch to present himself better. He would have to stand up again to get his shoes and the rest of it off, but at this point he wasn’t going to do that without permission. Especially since now he actually wanted Shane to have a hand in undressing him.
When Shane was fully naked he returned to Reza and stroked both hands over his head all the way to the back of his neck where he gripped firmly and leaned down to kiss him. "On your feet," he murmured against his lips after tasting him thoroughly as well as traces of his own precum on his tongue. "You're overdressed." He steadied Reza as he got up since it was obviously not going to be easy with his pants around his thighs, then pulled him in close, leaning sideways to peek down at his shoes to make sure they were the kind he could kick off and didn't have to use his hands. "Shoes first," he said softly and when he shifted closer he could feel Reza's cock hard against his own so that was at least one big plus in fucking someone closer to his own height.
He already loved those hands, gods help him. Reza’s head fell back to receive the kiss, a low groan escaping him into Shane’s mouth. He hadn’t expected Shane to be squeamish about possibly tasting himself, but it was always nice to find a guy who wasn’t an idiot about it. He accepted Shane’s help in getting to his feet, since he needed it. Even the rush of pins and needles into his lower legs felt kind of good at the moment. Reza kept his hands on Shane’s bare torso for balance as he toed out of his shoes and nudged them out of the way. His hips instinctively moved to rub their dicks together a bit more, seeking out the warmth of that contact on his starved skin. He wanted Shane’s hands on him, wanted that strong grip around his cock. “Done,” he breathed once his shoes were taken care of.
"Good," Shane breathed and moved his hands down to Reza's hips, smoothing his thumbs over Reza's skin. "Now the pants," he murmured and it took some effort to keep his breathing slow and steady when his body felt so ramped up already. He pushed against Reza a few times, reveling in the pressure against his cock and then leaned sideways again to peek down. "They're not too tight are they?" he asked with an unsteady laugh. "Do I have to carry you into the bedroom and peel them off you?" He moved his hands lower as he spoke, pulling at Reza's underwear and letting it snap back against his skin not quite with the force he would have wanted but it was more of a gesture than an actual attempt at sensation.
The light sting of elastic combined with Shane’s teasing threat made Reza titter a bit. He kind of wondered now if Shane could toss him over his shoulder and carry him to the bedroom. The arms Reza was currently running his hands over definitely felt nicely strong and defined, but he knew that wasn’t a guarantee of anything. “They have some stretch,” he murmured with a lopsided grin, reaching down to push his pants down his thighs another couple of inches to show how easy it was. It was tempting to just leave them there and make Shane do the rest, but he didn’t want to be too prissy and lazy. There was a balance somewhere. So he pulled back just enough to bend and get the rest of his clothes off. Reza got an erotic thrill as he straightened up -- he was pretty sure he’d never fully stripped this close to a stranger’s front door before. Even though Shane was naked too, it made him feel kind of vulnerable and tingly. “All yours now,” he murmured.
"You already were," Shane teased in a low gravelly voice as he reached down to grip Reza's cock with one hand, running his thumb along the shaft, his other hand circled Reza's body, coming to rest at the small of his back. He kissed him then, not in any terrible rush to get to the bedroom even if his cock was already aching for more action. He wanted to take his time, to taste Reza and explore his body. He liked that he obviously wasn't shy, not the type to want to make out under the covers in the dark, it gave him a chance to really look at him and Shane loved exploring people's bodies. It always felt like unearthing secrets, trying to find the spots that made them laugh or moan, get to know the patterns of their birthmarks, the feel of their bone structure and skin texture.
Reza liked the sound of that, and his lips quirked up in another smile right before they connected with Shane’s again. The feel of Shane’s hand around his cock drew a low groan out of him, and the next breath he drew in was deeper and slower. He liked to explore just as much as Shane did, and he took his time doing so, sliding his fingers over the warm skin of his chest and arms and back, appreciation in every caress. Shane was very nicely built and lovely to touch, and Reza made sure to brush his thumbs over both of his nipples and in the dips of his hips, hunting for erogenous zones that weren’t just his cock. It didn’t take long for him to feel like he was blushing all over, restlessly overheated. “You mentioned a bedroom?” he eventually mumbled against Shane’s lips.