Callum O’Reilly ✖︎ Ian Gallagher (firecrotched) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-03-14 19:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | callum o'reilly, joey malone |
Who: Callum O'Reilly & Joey Malone
What: Two boys from south side walk into a bar
Where: Chicago, IL
When: Tuesday night, March 14th, 2017
Warnings: Language and violence, will get a little R-rated later
It wasn't the first time Callum had used the Grindr app for a hook up. It was pretty easy for him to just meet a guy at a club or a bar, there were plenty of gay men both closeted and out in the city of Chicago that liked to frequent the same scenes every weekend. If Callum didn't leave a club with a guy, he at least always left with a string of desperate phone numbers, so the whole 'app for sex' idea was cute but not always necessary, at least for him. But he always kept the app on his phone anyway just in case, desperate times and all that. He'd hooked up with plenty of guys using it; it was an easy, no hassle way to round up a booty call without having to go through the motions of pretending to care about getting to know someone first and buying them a few drinks before anyone took their clothes off. You could still do the drink thing if you wanted, but that was the beauty of an app like Grindr. It was literally built for casual sex, and everyone that used it knew that. No drama.
Tonight was one of those nights where he hadn't really decided what to do with himself and then he'd gotten a ping on his Grindr profile. It'd still been awhile since he'd gone browsing on that app so when he opened it up, he didn't immediately recognize the profile of the guy that was messaging him. After a certain point, all those profiles tended to bleed together into one, barely distinctive profile shot of half naked, generic looking guys taking pictures of themselves in front of the mirror. Not that Callum really had much room to talk. He had more than a few strategically angled shirtless pictures in his Grindr photo album, along with the flattering head shot that he used as his profile picture. Didn't seem to hurt his chances any, but there was apparently something about a ginger twink packing nine inches that made a lot of guys go instantly crazy over him. Callum never had any trouble meeting guys, on or off the internet, and it was far from the first time that someone had hit him up on Grindr first, but this one was a little different.
Mostly because it wasn’t often that guys deliberately left out pictures of their faces on a hook up app, since that was arguably a main draw. It actually made Callum’s interest peek a little more because there weren’t any pictures of the guy’s face. Maybe another guy would automatically assume serial killer, but Callum didn’t. When you grew up where he had, not a whole lot phased you. You were more likely to get killed for your wallet in south side than because somebody had a thing for stalking and killing dudes on gay sex apps. Not saying it couldn’t happen, but it wasn’t the first thing that came to mind. Callum had met more than his fair share of closeted tough guys on Grindr in Chicago, some who didn’t even put their real names or exact age on their profiles in case people they knew were on the app. A guy who only puts pictures of himself from the chin down on his profile is probably just trying to keep his face out of it so no one who’s not supposed to see it sees him, but hey, Callum wasn’t going to judge. He’d been in the closet once too.
He’d liked what he’d seen, at least. That was mostly why he’d agreed to meet a guy whose face he hadn’t even seen yet, because at least from the chin down, the guy had a nice build. Tight, muscular, compact. Callum didn't know his exact height but from the pictures he seemed at least a little bit smaller than himself, which was only a plus. It’d be kind of disappointing if he turned out to be one of those men with a really nice body and a face that didn’t match, but Callum wasn’t too picky. As long as the guy he was meeting to hook up with had good arms and a nice ass, he could get over anything underwhelming about their face. A nice dick didn’t hurt either, but not immediately necessary if Callum was the one topping, as he often found himself doing. What he’d be doing tonight too, probably. For all the details this guy Joey hadn’t given in his profile, he had specified that he was looking to bottom, and he seemed into what Callum specifically could give him. That was more than enough to get Callum interested in meeting up.
After a long day of washing other people's dirty fucking dishes, it was almost enough of a relief just to be sitting down with a beer, though the promise of sex later didn't exactly hurt. They'd agreed to meet at this dive bar at the far end of south side, kind of hidden and out of the way, remote enough that even Callum hadn't been here before tonight. There wasn't anything all that special about it, other than the fact that the lighting was so dim they might as well just turn off the lights altogether. Didn't bother Callum all that much, he was pretty content to just sit at the bar with his beer and half of a cigarette while he waited for his mystery guy to find him. He knew what Callum’s face looked like, so it didn't matter that Callum wasn't wearing anything that notable, just jeans and a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his shoulders, his favorite grey hoodie hanging over the back of the bar stool. He didn't recognize anyone in here, so Callum didn't pay them too much attention, taking another long drag of his cigarette and exhaling up toward the ceiling as he leaned back a little in his seat, keeping one eye on the television behind the bar while he waited.