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The night club was crowded, complete with thumping music, smoke machines and flashing strobe lights, thick with swaying, intoxicated bodies, all hoping to get lucky in one way or another.

You searched for any one of the half dozen friends you’d arrived with about thirty minutes ago, most of which had either paired off with someone on the dance floor or had sealed the deal and gone home with a new lover. Deciding you’d give the night one last drink to see if your luck would change, you slid through the sea of pulsing movement, unable to avoid brushing up against couples dancing naughtily with eyes only for their partners. You saw lewd moves and suggestive looks, something you were greatly hoping to share with a willing gentleman this evening if the stars aligned and things felt right. After all, life was meant to be lived, was it not?

You’d pretty much kept to yourself ever since your last relationship ended, not feeling much urgency in the need to find someone to fill the vacant role. You’d taken the time to focus on yourself, something that had proven to be both cathartic and healing to your soul. You knew yourself better, and now understood that you had an identity outside of who you were to other people. You finally felt centered. Balanced. Words that admittedly still felt a little foreign to your ears when uttered, but you were getting there. Self esteem in a more reasonable place than it had ever been, you were finally ready to put yourself back out there, to take a chance on someone. Encouraged by your friends and family, tonight was the night.

Clad in a forest green mini dress and black heels that simultaneously made you look like a goddess and made your feet ache, you made your way towards the bar, settling on a worn stool where you flagged down the bar tender. After ordering something strong you checked out the crowd, seeing young, fresh faces, all either taken with their recently discovered partner, or actively searching for someone to enjoy the night with. Your gaze flitted from man to man, some on their own, others traveling in groups, disappointed all around when no one really caught your eye. Some looked stiff and uptight, clearly out of their element. Others like the definition of fuck boys, and then.

Oh.

Oh my.

A long, lean man was dancing on his own towards the middle of the floor, eyes closed as he moved in time with the music. He stood a head above most of the crowd, his hair dirty blonde and shaggy looking, though not unappealingly so as it swished back and forth, complete with a matching, attractively scruffy beard. He was wearing a white, short sleeved button up with jeans, and looked at ease and carefree as he danced, to your astonishment, still with no partner in sight. Goodness, how had you not seen him before? When the lights lit up his face you could see the iridescent shades of the make up adorning his right eye, subtle stripes of a glittery pastel rainbow. Picking your jaw up off the floor, you decided he most certainly fit the bill. Not wanting to lose your chance with him, you quickly downed and paid for your drink, making your way towards him, hopeful he’d see the same potential in you that you were seeing in him.

As the bass dropped he threw his head back, eyes closed, clearly feeling the music in his mind, body, and soul, something that drew you to him even more. In your experiences, men who were passionate about music tended to be passionate in other ways too. After the moment had passed he opened his eyes, gaze flitting around for a moment before landing directly on you. You froze, afraid of looking too eager as people bumped into and nudged you unintentionally, but thankfully after a short moment of consideration he gave you a cute little smirk, biting his lower lip and raising his eyebrows at you playfully. You giggled as you closed your eyes, cheeks pinkening. When you opened them again he was waiting for you, cocking his head as he continued to dance, an undeniable invitation.

Your mind raced. This was it, this was what you’d been hoping for, and the longer you looked at him the more appealing he seemed, but for a brief moment you wavered, feeling the hooks of your past self consciousness digging in. What if he didn’t like what he saw when you were up close? What if he changed his mind? As your thoughts spiraled he held your gaze, pointing right at you before making a provocative come hither motion as he bit his lip, driving home his attraction. Confidence now bolstered enough to continue, you made your way to him, sliding past drunk, sweaty bodies.

The closer you got the more apparent his height became, towering above you by the time you were standing in front of him. Seemingly sensing your lingering nervousness, he confidently took you by the hand, pulling you close and twirling you around to dance together, the smoothness of the move not lost on you. As the music pounded in your ears he pressed his front against your back, boldly holding you around your waist, a move that made your breath hitch in your throat. You leaned back as he ground himself against you, savoring the feel of his large hands as they moved to grasp your hip and shoulder.

Though he was downright gangly, he was stronger than he looked, easily guiding your movements as the pair of you danced crassly, both of you tipsy and eager. He took the opportunity to brush your hair over your shoulder, making room for him to ghost his breath over your exposed skin, making goosebumps bloom there. You leaned back, your head against his shoulder, eyes closing as he just barely brushed his lips over your neck, causing an involuntary whimper to escape your lips.

Shit.

Your eyes snapped open, afraid that he might hear and think you too easy, too willing, but he surprised you by murmuring in your ear instead.

“Wanna get outta here?”

No fucking way. You couldn’t believe your ears. The most attractive man here, at least as far as you were concerned, out of all the stylishly dressed, beautiful women here had chosen you. You! You turned in his arms, causing them to rest easily around your neck while you searched his face for any sign of dishonesty. You found none, instead seeing mischief and something else. Christ, he was looking at you like you’d hung the moon itself, and though it was still new and unexpected, it was doing things to you. You stood on your tip toes, your lips just barely grazing the bottom of his ear as he leaned down to better hear your reply.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

He grinned from ear to ear, beaming at you as he took you by the hand and led you through the crowd, which parted easily for his towering frame. He led you towards the back door, pushing it open and guiding you into the cool night air, the abrupt quiet clearing your head a little. As the door shut behind you, you eyed each other in the dim glow of the street light at the end of the alley, both of you trying to gauge where this was going to go. He looked down at your still joined hands, tracing a line with his vision from them up your arm to your shoulder, and then lingering not so subtly on the plumpness of your chest. Flattered by this in your limb loosened state, you taunted him lightheartedly.

“See something you like?”

His gaze flitted back to yours, embarrassed and caught red handed as he confessed.

“A lot of things, actually.”

You knew it was probably superficial, you knew that you’d only met a few minutes ago, and therefore his compliments were likely a means to an end, to get in your pants, or in this case under your dress, but there was something innocent about about his strikingly blue eyes as they watched you, pure in their intentions despite the implications of your present situation, and you found didn’t have it in you to refuse them.

You must have given some hint as to your resolve, as he suddenly pulled you into him, kissing you fiercely as he backed you against the brick wall of the club. Your hands tangled in his hair as he held the back of your head, tilting it upwards to better compensate for his above average stature. As you melted into him you reflexively hiked your leg up, at first afraid of seeming desperate, but when he grasped your thigh and ran his hand along the back of it, making you moan louder than you’d meant to, you decided it was the right move. He responded strongly to your clear arousal, moaning in turn against your mouth before pulling back to breathlessly ask you something strikingly bold.

“When’s the last time you came?”

Your brain sputtered. Who the hell starts a conversation like that? Shocked, you fumbled your words.

“I- wha’d’you- what?”

He grinned, equal parts wicked and jovial as he doubled down.

“I said…”

He gently tugged the hair at the base of your scull, enjoying the way you gasped and squirmed as he finished his sentence.

“When…was the last time…you came?”

Your heart was pounding in your throat as you attempted to remember literally anything that had happened prior to this moment, back to the previous night when you were alone in your bed with an erotica novel and your favorite toy. Deciding that if he was brave enough to ask you were brave enough to answer, you replied, though still incredibly flustered as you did so.

“Last- um, Jesus- last night.”

His gaze dropped as he chuckled at some joke you weren’t yet privy to, driving you wild as he stated knowingly.

“Probably from some cute little toy, am I right?”

You opened your mouth to defend yourself, but no words came to you. You closed it in defeat, and he chuckled some more, temporarily removing his hand from the back of your thigh to brush a stray lock of hair out of your face, a gesture you found both tender and alluring as he continued, shaking his head.

“That’s not what I meant.”

He suddenly held your gaze intensely, asking with intentionally incendiary words.

“I want to know the last time someone made you come, sweetheart. Really made you come.”

If you were lost for words before, it was nothing compared to how you felt now. Unnerved, you racked your brain, in the haze of the alcohol legitimately unsure. How long had it been since your last relationship ended? Months? A year? More? As his eyes bored into yours you couldn’t come up with anything close to a suitable answer. Not surprised by this, he acted as if you’d confirmed his suspicions, tone entirely too satisfied as he grinned.

“That’s what I thought.”

Holding your gaze the whole time, he asked boldly, hand dropping to hold the back of your thigh again for emphasis.

“Mind if I change that?”

Your brain was short circuiting, utterly confused that he wasn’t doing everything in his power to do what you expected of a drunk man, to get himself off with little to no regard for his partner. Despite this, the prospect of someone so incredibly willing to put your pleasure first was difficult to refuse, and after several seconds of stuttering and stammering, you willingly gave in, tone just as desperate as you felt.

“ Please.”

He grinned exuberantly, obviously excited by the thought of blissing you out. His genuine response made your core turn hot and molten, abruptly coming to life at his suggestive words and actions. He began by leaning down to nuzzle into your neck, mouthing at your exposed skin in just the right balance of hungry and delicate to make you cling to him desperately, clutching at his shoulders. Sensing your growing need, his right hand dipped lower, teasing by worrying the hem of your dress, inching it slowly higher. He taunted you gloriously.

“Wonder how quick I can get you there…bet I can break the last guys record by half...would you like that?”

You whimpered, helpless to refuse as you nodded eagerly, starved for this kind of intimate attention. His hand slid up the remainder of your thigh to the curve of your ass, closer to your black lace thong, and when he slid his hand around to your hip, grazing your undergarment with the tip of his finger and feeling its texture, he laughed, amused.

“Aww honey, you get all dressed up for me?”

You cried out frustratedly, desperate to feel him against the soft, slick skin between your legs after his offer. Hoping that telling him what he wanted to hear would help accomplish this, you blurted out.

“ Uh huh .”

He kissed where your neck met your shoulder, his lips caressing both your skin and your ears as he tutted you softly.

“Tch tch tch…so eager. Bet it’s been ages since someone made you lose your cool… ”

He brazenly slipped his hand beneath the delicate fabric, running his fingers through your neatly trimmed curls, making you shiver in anticipation. He paused just above your crown, stealing the breath from your lungs as you begged weakly, still holding him by the shoulders.

“Oh my- plea-“

You faltered as he rubbed back and forth just above your increasingly wet folds with his thumb, intentionally teasing you by not touching them directly, and watching your face contort in agony all the while. More breath than voice, you pleaded, head against his shoulder.

“Just- fuck. Just-“

He cut you off with both words and actions, simultaneously dipping to rub the crown of your folds up and down gently with his thumb and riling you up even more with his naughty way of speaking.

“Just what ? Hmmm? Is this what you needed?”

He emphasized the word by giving a particularly glorious stroke to your needy bundle of nerves, making you whimper involuntarily.

“Someone to rub that sweet little clit for you? Make it feel good?”

Your head fell back against the brick, eyes rolling as you failed to stifle a cry, reaching for and grasping his shoulders blindly. Determined to truly figure you out, he began experimenting with the most delicate part of your body, first rubbing it up and down, then side to side, in circles, playful little X’s, but then he changed his tactic, removing his thumb and replacing it with his ring and middle fingers, palm against your mound as he gently squeezed and rubbed your little nub between the two of them in tandem. You moaned into the quiet night.

“Ooohhh fuck yes. Yes.”

He chuckled darkly, rolling his fingers against you in dizzying waves as you held on for dear life. In a blissful stupor, you began to match his movements, silently saying ‘don’t stop’ and ‘right there’ with your body as you desperately tried to get more friction. Sensing your growing potential for release but not satisfied with your level of dishevelment, he taunted some more.

“Hmmm…”

To your dismay, he stopped the rolling movements of his fingers, letting them sink as deeply as they would go between your inner and outer lips instead, rubbing the wet space in between up and down, more firmly than before.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

You could have cried at his words, worried he was going to leave you hanging like so many of your previous partners had done.

“I think getting you off like that would be too easy.”

He pulled back to look at you, taking in your panting breaths and flushed cheeks as he mused out loud to you.

“Bet you get yourself off like that all the time.”

You huffed out a disappointed breath, momentarily upset at the loss of the type of stimulation that was all but guaranteed to make you come, but as he massaged your pubic bone through your steadily swelling lips, you began to enjoy this kind of stimulation as well.

“I think…we need to try something a little more…involved…”

Wanting to keep you on your toes, he changed up his approach, pointer and ring fingers massaging between your lips on each side while his middle finger grazed over the plump seam of you slit, glistening with arousal as you whimpered in approval. He moved his hand up and down steadily between the two of you, exerting firm pressure with the outside digits while the middle gingerly spread your inner lips, dipping a little deeper with each pass. He watched you closely, grinning when you settled into the rhythm of his movements and thrilled when you lost your breath every time he just barely dipped his finger inside, spreading your wetness and in the process making things feel even smoother, skin gliding effortlessly against skin. Pleased, he praised you like you’d just achieved some monumental task.

“There you go, honey. Isn’t that better? Getting you all worked up first?”

You nodded drunkenly, the combination of the three of his large fingers massaging and petting driving you feral, the middle digit in particular threatening to topple your sanity if it didn’t find its way inside you soon. Your body cried out for it, clenching and pulsing hungrily against the cruelly withheld finger, driving you mad, and he noticed, tone sickly sweet as he stated things you already knew.

“Ooohhh sweetheart, look at you…pussy soaked and clenching so hard that I just wanna…”

Your gaze snapped to his, enthralled by what you hoped he was implying, but after an entirely too long of a contemplative pause, he murmured softly, tone resolute.

“…but not yet.”

Without further warning he plunged his middle finger inside, thoroughly satisfied when he was met with almost no resistance, surrounded by tightly squeezing muscles. You cried out wantonly, the deep ache in your core satisfied for the briefest of moments. Still desperate to feel full, to experience something you hadn’t had the pleasure of sharing with anyone other than yourself for quite some time, you squirmed impatiently, begging without words that he keep going. Continuing to narrate the experience, he spoke your mind.

“Shit, honey. That feel good? You like my fingers? Fuck, you want another one?”

You nodded enthusiastically, tears threatening to spring in your eyes at being so long deprived, and damn, his fingers were long. Much wider than yours to boot, and as his ring finger joined his middle, the glorious stretch made the muscles in your face go slack, hair catching on the rough surface of the brick behind you as your head fell back against it. For a moment he didn’t move, being intentionally careful not to overwhelm you despite all of the evidence that your body was ready and willing to accept his. Still, he was a gentleman and waited until you opened your eyes to ask for clarification. He spoke lowly, a murmur meant only for your ears as he demanded.

“Say it.”

You didn’t hesitate.

“Fuck me already.”

He smirked devilishly before beginning a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts, scissors, and curls of his fingers, lighting up your nerves as your insides fluttered, squeezing and gripping him. Your vision became unfocused, head lolling back as your eyes closed in bliss. As he dragged his fingers against your walls, you matched his almost lazy thrusts, your body tensing and relaxing in time with his, even your breaths aligning after a time. It was pure, electric connection. Part of you felt a shadow of unease at the sudden realization that you didn’t even know this man’s name, but as your motions slowly increased in speed and intensity, you decided it didn’t really matter. Not yet anyway. The feel of his labored breath against your face, the press of his towering frame holding you tight, and the curl of his divinely long fingers plucking sweet music from your lips were all you cared about right now.

Picking up that you’d adjusted to the current tempo, he changed things up, angling the palm of his hand to rub deliciously against your clit, which had felt rather neglected since he’d changed gears. You struggled to contain your response to the two types of stimulation happening at once, a wild moan escaping your lips as you cried.

“Mmmm, oh my go- Yes. Yes! Fuck yes!”

The sight of your untamed excitement brought his own to life, egging you on as he all but chanted.

“Yeah? Fuck yeah, baby. That feel good? You gonna come? Come on my fingers like a good girl?”

That last turn of phrase set your insides on fire, crying out wildly as you spiraled towards the most stunning peak you could ever remember experiencing. He was a stranger, unfamiliar in all ways accept this one, in the desperate grip of eager hands and the frantic gasps of heated, mutual passion, but somehow it just worked. He had seen you, observed you in a rare light that few had the privilege to take part in, and you found yourself dreading whenever this moment would be over with. Picking up on the heightening level of your pleasure, and seeing that you were moments away from oblivion, he hastily, almost roughly threaded his fingers through the hair at the base of your skull, tugging it as he forced you to look him in the eyes. He begged in a rushed, strained voice.

“C’mon baby, lemme see you lose your shit riding my hand, lemme blow you outta the fuckin’ water, lem-“

His incendiary speech was interrupted by the loud metal clunk of back door to the club opening, an inebriated couple similar to yourselves stumbling into the night, spying your lewd act against the wall seconds later, and causing your mysterious gentleman’s movements to waiver.

What you did next had nothing to do with boldness or exhibitionism and everything to do with the unconscious reflex to keep from ruining your orgasm, an utterly disappointing event you’d had the misfortune of experiencing more than once. You’d already started to tip over the edge and would be absolutely crushed if you stopped now. As your gentleman’s hand began to slow, you grasped it desperately, shaking him by the wrist in an attempt to resolve the pressure that had been building in your core for the last fifteen minutes. His eyes went wide at your lewd insistence, in an instant completely on board with continuing your previous activities despite the audience you now found yourselves with. He shook his hand roughly inside you, pushing you those last few glorious inches into euphoria.

The sound you made shocked you, not accustomed to your own voice laden with such animalistic expression, but if it was anything, surely it was honest. The strength of it ripped through you, intense and overdue as you clamped down on his hand, forcing him to use all of his previously subtle and now blaringly apparent strength. The sight of your shocked spectators surprised you by feeding into your feverish bliss, enhancing it in an unfamiliar and yet glorious way. They were clearly too drunk to remember to avert their eyes, no doubt the thought not even occurring to them, but their stunned faces, especially the woman’s made your orgasm that much more potent.

Exhilarating.

After the drawn out pleasure had taken its leave, your body relaxed all at once, crumpling forward into the sturdy arms of your newly found partner, who didn’t hesitate to help hold you up, another touching move that gave you butterflies. After exhaustedly shoving your dress back down to cover yourself, you opened one eye to peek at your impromptu audience, surprised by the woman’s reaction. She was whooping and cheering, offering slurred, yet clearly encouraging words.

“Fuck yeah girlie! Get it! Get some’m’lady!”

Her partner was cackling at her, trying his absolute damnedest to keep it together while attempting to guide his girl away from your direction, which she was drunkenly stumbling towards. You grinned at the pair of them, blushing and giggling just like your gentleman as the man pulled his girl by the arm, disappearing through the door after a final parting message.

“That’s how the fuck you get’a woman off!”

As the door slammed behind them the two of you broke out into a mutual fit of giggles, resting comfortably against each other for a moment before pulling back to admire the view. You craned your neck to meet his gaze, amused when you saw the bead of sweat that had dripped through his carefully applied eye makeup, smudging it down his cheek. Yearning to keep feeling close to him, you slowly reached out, making sure he seemed comfortable with your proximity before wiping the smudge away with your thumb. As he smiled down at you warmly you apologized for your transgression.

“I’m afraid I made a bit of a mess of your look.”

He chuckled, raking his hand through his hair, a disarmingly endearing display that made you feel something you couldn’t quite put into words. Almost like a buzz or a high, but sweeter somehow. A fleeting, intensely pleasant emotional rush. Chasing the feeling, you thought of a bold way to ensure more of it in the future, speaking as confidently as you could muster.

“But…I’d love to make it up to you, if you’d let me?”

He huffed a laugh through his nose as he squeezed you by the waist, picking up exactly what you were putting down as he replied, tone easy going and warm.

“I’d really like that.”

You tried to keep a handle on the grin turning up the corners of your mouth, but his genuine look of fondness had you beaming at him in no time, making you blush deeply at what he must be thinking of you, letting him fool around like this on the first date, and hell, it wasn’t even a date! It was chance meeting that turned into something raunchy. Raunchy and enlivening and for some reason, bewilderingly sincere. Despite the casual nature of your meeting, you felt like you’d seen him and been seen in turn, something you hadn’t felt in entirely too long. Deciding you were willing to take a chance on it, on him, you listened to his timid suggestion.

“My apartment’s about a mile from here. If you’re down for a night cap I could get us an uber?”

Not trying to hold it back this time, you let the smile take over your face, vowing to try and be as real with him as he was being to you.

“Sounds good to me.”

After squeezing your arm sweetly he pulled away to reach for his phone, but a second later he was laughing at himself, covering his eyes with his hand as he grimaced. After a pained moment he collected himself and stuck out his hand, on the verge of laughter as he stated.

“In case you were wondering, I’m Bo.”

You giggled yourself, realizing that you’d just agreed to go home with a complete stranger without so much as a name to go on. Yikes. If only your parents could see you now. Rationalizing to yourself that you wouldn’t be strangers anymore if you too introduced yourself, you replied, taking his outstretched hand.

“I’m _____.”

That cute, considering grin returned to his face, pausing a moment before squeezing your hand and repeating it back to you.

“_____…I think I like that.”

You blushed as you smirked, flattered and still on cloud nine from the intense high he’d provided you with, wondering what else the night had in store for you both.

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Exciting things were happening. After texting your friends your whereabouts and telling them not to wait up, Bo and yourself were patiently waiting outside for the Uber to show, and he pleasantly surprised you when he pulled out a neatly rolled joint for you to share. After lighting it he offered it to you before partaking himself, surprising you yet again with his generosity. You were glad for something to calm your nerves now that the buzz from your drinks had started to fade. After all, you hadn’t done anything like this in years, and found yourself a feeling a little self conscious about the offer you’d made him.

The way he had just taken care of you, kind, attentive, and intensely thorough was a lot to live up to, and as far as you were concerned, you were wildly out of practice. As you passed him the joint, your mind raced, filled with images of the explicit acts you were contemplating attempting. You were strongly considering going down on him, but soon realized that you had no clue how well endowed he might or might not be. He’d been so focused on getting you off that you hadn’t gotten the chance to find out. Now intensely curious, you subtly shifted your gaze to his groin, disappointed when his jeans were too loose to ascertain anything right now, but you were excited to find out, noting that if anything was to be inferred by his height or the length of his fingers, you were in for both a treat for your nether regions and a challenge for your gag reflex. You giggled at that, weed lowering your inhibitions more than you were expecting, earning you a curious smirk from Bo.

“What’s funny?”

You quickly shut your mouth and shook your head, afraid of giving yourself away. Instead you changed the subject, asking him something socially acceptable instead.

“So, you have any pets that I’ll get to meet and abruptly ignore you for?”

Now it was his turn to be giggly, closing his eyes with a smile for a moment before refocusing on yours.

“Not exactly, just a brother.”

“Oh.”

You were taken off guard by this, and your tone showed it. Backtracking, you tried to explain yourself.

“I didn’t- I mean, that’s great . It’s great that you have a brother, and even better that you get along well enough to live together, it’s just…”

You trailed off, trying to word things delicately.

“…will my being there bug him at all?”

You paused before adding with a chuckle.

“As you’ve just discovered, I can be rather loud.”

He laughed, making the corners of his eyes crinkle adorably as he explained.

“He’ll be alright, Rob tends to keep to himself most of the time anyway, I doubt we’ll even see him.”

You nodded, convinced enough to go forward with the plan. As you passed the joint back and forth, you couldn’t help but to wonder what his brother would look like. If he was from the same gene pool as Bo, you were sure he’d be just as handsome, if not more. As you thought this you succeeded in stifling another giggle at yourself, criticizing. ‘Will you calm your horny ass down? You’ve already got yourself a serious catch for tonight, be grateful and don’t fuck it up by making eyes at his brother.” Firm in your resolve to remain indifferent, you watched Bo finish the joint just in time. He squished and put out the glowing butt under his foot as the Uber arrived, blush tinting your cheeks when he opened the back drivers side door for you. You slid into your seat, buckling your seat belt as Bo slid in opposite you, politely asking the driver if he could adjust the seat in front of him to accommodate his long legs. Resisting the sudden urge to reach out and touch his thigh, you fiddled with the hem of your dress, noticing his eyes lingering on you after a minute or so of driving. His brow was furrowed, looking at you like he was trying to solve a problem. Feeling slightly self conscious because of it, you asked.

“Something wrong?”

He pursed his lips before answering.

“Yeah.”

He paused, and you panicked. Thankfully he continued a moment later.

“You’re all the way over there.”

‘Jesus Christ above.’ This man was going to be the death of you. To your surprised delight he unbuckled his seat belt, scooting towards you to sit in the middle seat, spreading his knees widely to give himself enough room. He brushed up against your thigh and arm pleasantly, reigniting the heat that had taken root in your belly as he fastened his seatbelt. Too stoned to be fully aware of the driver and the fact that he could hear you, you asked what had befuddled your mind for the last twenty minutes or so, having needed every last one of them to work up the courage to do so.

“So I’ve gotta know.”

He turned to look at you, attentive and warm as you continued.

“Why’d you…you know…”

He chuckled, seeming to understand your confusion. He paused, gaze drifting upwards as he tried to explain his reasoning, a moment later validating your experience.

“Probably took you a little off guard, huh.”

You huffed a laugh through your nose as you agreed with him.

“You could say that, yeah.”

After a pause, you added.

“I wouldn’t say that’s typical for an interaction with a drunk man.”

He chuckled. Wanting to communicate how pleasant it was, you reiterated.

“But I’m absolutely not complaining, not by any means. That was…”

You struggled to find adequate words, unsure of how to tell him that he’d not only ended your months long dry spell, but also basically topped the charts, and hell, you hadn’t even actually fucked him yet. A little startled by this realization, you attempted to explain.

“No one’s ever…”

It was true. No one had ever been so intentional with your pleasure before. Most of your casual encounters and even your long term relationships had felt largely one sided, an orgasm a rare treat instead of something that was purposefully and deliberately aimed for. You told him this.

“I guess I’m just not used to the, the-“

You paused, settling on.

“The intentionality. It was really nice. Better than nice actually, better than a lot of things.”

He grinned, clearly genuinely pleased that you had enjoyed yourself. Tempted to get lost in his gaze, you added before the haze of the weed could make you forget.

“But really though, why? What do you get out of it? What’s the trade off?”

He huffed out a laugh, asking you amusedly.

“Does there have to be a trade off?”

Your mind stalled, attempting to understand and falling completely flat. Deciding his answer was too intimate to say within ear shot of the driver, he motioned for you to wait a second, pulling out his phone to type something out.

You waited with bated breath, heart thrumming in your chest like it had with your first crush when you were in middle school, passing intricately folded handwritten notes back and forth between classes. As he typed quickly, you saw the parallel between then and now, realizing that you were already seriously emotionally invested, probably more so than any of your friends or family would approve of. True, they wanted to see you happy with someone, but here you were, on the way to a strange man’s apartment after no more than thirty minutes of interaction, fully intending to do unspeakable things with him once you got there. You admitted that from the outside it looked more than a little impulsive, but from where you sat things were going wonderfully. The connection you’d experienced while he touched you, held you, Christ, and pleased you, the latter like it was his god given purpose, it had done something to you, woken a part of you that you hadn’t realized was laying dormant. Maybe it was the alcohol and the weed talking, you wouldn’t know for sure until several hours from now, but here and now, things felt real and right, and as he gently handed you his phone, you found yourself hoping that these feelings would continue.

He’d speedily typed multiple paragraphs, making your stomach drop pleasantly, especially considering that your most recent ex tended to communicate only in one word answers. Thoroughly touched and increasingly excited, you began.

“It sounds like your past experiences haven’t been all that fulfilling, and that makes me sad. To be clear, I’m not pitying you, I just wish you’d had better sooner. It might sound a little out there compared to what you’re used to, but honest to god, watching someone get off from what I’m doing gets me off. The way you were looking at me, the feel of your hands gripping at my shoulders, shit, and the sounds you were making? I’m still in disbelief that I didn’t come in my pants.”

There was more, but you had to look away for a moment to catch your breath, your heart in your throat over his provocative words. You pressed your hand against the cool of the window to center yourself before diving back in.

“Not to mention that absolutely wild move at the end, I mean fuck, honey. You needed to come so bad that you didn’t care who saw it? Shit. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a sucker for a little exhibitionism here and there, but I legitimately am unable think of a better compliment than you doing what you did.”

Your hands were trembling as you read the next paragraph.

“I know you offered to return the favor, and don’t get me wrong, I still very much want that if you do, but if it’s okay with you, I’d really like to take care of you for a while first. I mean it, watching you come a handful of times (especially knowing that I’ll be setting the bar) will get me so worked up that I’ll be easy for you.”

A handful. A fucking handful. Your head was absolutely swimming, convinced that this man must either be a figment of your sexually frustrated imagination or the product of some delusional fever dream, but he didn’t stop there.

“Before you answer, if any part of this is outside your comfort zone, I understand. If at any point you want to go home, or for that matter go anywhere, I’ll cover the ride, I just want you to feel at ease. Now, all that said, what do you think? Still interested in spending the night with a gangly man with smudged makeup?”

You clicked the power button, setting the phone face down on your thigh while you stared down the back of the driver’s head rest, processing. This couldn’t possibly be real, your historically bad luck just wouldn’t allow for it. If he was this kind, this considerate and this unsettlingly attractive, what on earth was the catch? Surely there had to be one, right? As you racked your brain for what it might be, his words churned in your mind, becoming more tempting, more hard to resist by the second. Needing to parse through this, your mind began to go down several winding rabbit holes.

‘Maybe he’s a psycho murderer trying to lure me to my death?’ But what kind of killer would provide you with his address just so you could send it to your friends? An address that also happened to be in one of the safer, not to mention more affluent parts of town? That theory was out the window. ‘Maybe he’s in a relationship already and I’m just a bit of fun on the side?” But what sane, reasonable woman would have the sheer force of will to say no to this? You didn’t know from firsthand experience, but you’d heard that many women would pay good money for what he’d just described and offered. ‘Shit, what if that’s it? What if he’s a prostitute trying to get me hooked so I’ll have to pay top dollar for him next time?’ That one seemed a little out there even for your catastrophizingly proned mind. From every avenue you could think of, it seemed that you had just lucked out. Immensely, though you warned yourself not to be disappointed if something unexpected did come up later. As far as you were concerned, what had happened in that back alley had already made your night an indisputable win. Anything from here on out would be an unexpected bonus.

Finally ready to give him an answer, you turned to look him in the eyes, legitimately surprised when he looked concerned, worried even, like you you refusing him would legitimately crush his spirits. Not wanting to ruin this moment by fumbling your words again, you kept it simple, conveying your decision with a nod and a soft smile.

His face lit up, relieved, giddy and aroused all at once as the driver spoke from the front seat, pumping the brakes.

“Afraid we’re gonna be a bit longer than expected, the two ten’s backed up. Hopefully I’ll have you back in ten or fifteen.”

As Bo took this in, he looked to you, the definition of a shit-eating grin spreading across his handsome face as he answered the driver. His voice was calm and nonchalant, at odds with his exuberant expression.

“That’s alright, thanks for the heads up.”

Eyes not leaving you for a second, he slowly brought his finger to his lips, urging you to stay silent as he lowered his hand to your leg, warmth grasping your inner thigh. Your eyes went wide, immediately both shocked and so turned on that you didn’t know how to cope. Covering your mouth both in disbelief and as a precaution, you watched as he trailed back and forth with his thumb, simultaneously keeping half an eye on the driver in case he looked back.

The first time you’d been witnessed together was thrilling to say the least, but it was also an accident. This was a different kind of risky, this was intentional. The drivers mind wasn’t clouded by weed or alcohol, and if he caught on to what the two of you were doing, the end result might have real consequences. At best, a bad review, and at worst, some kind of police charges. Even with these things in mind, they just made you want it more, want him more. The stakes were high, both for the negative as well as the positive outcomes. Wanting to show him you approved, you took him by the wrist with your free hand, for the second time this evening pulling him towards your core. His mouth fell open as he gave you a daring look, as if to say. ‘Oh honey…two can play at that game.’

Without further warning he wrenched you open, pulling your leg to hook overtop of his knee to expose you, and you only managed to keep your silence because of the wisely placed hand over your mouth. He wasted no time, expertly pulling your thong to the side to expose your throbbing pussy, new wetness mingling with old as he began to gently trace your labia, touch intentionally light to work you up as much as possible. Beside yourself at the thought of what he might do, you wrapped both of your arms around his bicep, clinging to it to keep from losing your mind as he drew featherlight patterns in circles around your leaking hole. He huffed a breath through his nose when you jolted in response to him almost coming in contact with your clit, strengthening his resolve to keep the teasing up.

Deciding to change things up, he began tapping around your vulva with his finger tips, sometimes few and far between, others in quick succession all in a row. Starting to get light headed from the tantalizing build up, you silently took him by the hand, guiding him to cup your needy center, a move that made him exhale sharply through his nose. He was gentle at first, your body so sensitive from the teasing that it was almost overwhelming initially, but he was steadily learning your cues, slowly increasing the pressure until it was so divinely pleasurable that you couldn’t help but to press yourself into his hand, burying your face against his shoulder to keep from shouting.

He enjoyed your response, holding his hand still while you swirled your hips against it, your body already crying out for release. Your increasing tempo gave you away, frantic by the time he pulled back and held you firmly by the hip, silently saying ‘Shhh slow down baby, slow down, not yet.’ You huffed an anguished breath through your nose into his shoulder, desperate all over again as he gave you a moment to calm down.

After enough time had passed to continue without you coming instantly, he replaced his hand, instead of keeping it still, doing the wavelike motions you had liked so much earlier, slowly and steadily. Understanding that he wanted you to pace yourself, you stayed still, evening your breaths to keep yourself in check as your eyes fluttered closed. To your absolute shock and delight, he rewarded you with a tender kiss to your temple, threatening to make you either cry or, actually, no, that was the only response you had in you after so long deprived of a man’s affection. Picking up on your emotional response, he stilled his hand, comforting you as quietly as he could, face pressed into your growingly disheveled hair, whispering.

“Shhh…I’ve gocha. It’s okay.”

His sincere tone set you off, reminding you of all of the times you would have given anything to hear words like these in past relationships. So many nights sleeping next to a warm body, but feeling incredibly alone. So many tears you felt the need to hide since the indifference when they were observed and promptly ignored hurt worse, and so much sleep lost over trying to figure out what must be wrong with you for feeling such things.

Your breaths came uneven and stuttering, trying to hold it together and failing. Initially afraid that he’d done something terribly wrong, or had hurt you, Bo pulled back to look at you, confusedly searching your face for some indication of what it could be, but you covered your face with your hands, horribly embarrassed as you stifled sobs. Ever perceptive, he began to pick up on the fact that the reason for your sudden wave of tears was because he’d done something right. Heart aching at the sight, he comforted you immediately, giving you what he knew you wanted, no, needed, and not even that summed it up. You craved it, sincere, emotional connection.

He quickly wiped his hand clean on his jeans, displaying his strength once again by carefully maneuvering you into his lap, holding you tight as you buried your face in the crooke of his neck while the tears continued to flow. To your horror, the driver asked concernedly.

“Everything alright back there? Miss? Are you okay?”

Too worked up to speak, Bo took it upon himself to answer on your behalf.

“Just having a tough moment.”

Seeing the concern on Bo’s face reflected in the rear view mirror was enough to earn him a sympathetic nod, driver speaking kindly in his next breath.

“Shouldn’t be long now.”

You didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse, eager to be out of sight from the driver, but unsure as to how Bo’s brother would react to your current state. Who comes home from a club with an emotional wreck of a date, anyway? Your thoughts began to spiral at that, trying to convince you that you were disappointing him, and not living up to your end of your bargain. You tried to push them from your mind, instead allowing yourself to be held as his fingers trailed back and forth across your back soothingly, taking comfort in the feel of his chest rising and falling steadily. He murmured hushed words of reassurance in your ear, trying to ground you in the present with him.

“Shhh just let it out, don’t try to swallow it down, just let it go.”

Was this real life? No one save for your family members, close friends, and fictional men in romance novels had ever spoken to you like this. Despite the skepticism your brain was trying to instill, it felt heavenly, safe and warm in a pair of unfamiliar arms. You did as he said, crying it out against his shoulder, an emotional release that you hadn’t known you were in need of. Your heart hurt from the past pain that you’d suffered, but in a way it felt good too, to acknowledge its presence without judging yourself for it and letting it go. After a few minutes your breaths began to slow, more sniffles than cries. When you felt you could look at him without spiraling again you pulled back, looking at him shyly. You spoke, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

He cut you off with a gentle shush, meeting your gaze with warmth and understanding, nary a hint of judgement on his face as he spoke softly.

“Shhh. Hey.”

You sniffled, and he brushed a stray tear away with his thumb as he asked softly.

“I think you needed that more than what I gave you earlier, huh?”

You closed your eyes as you nodded, realizing that your past relationships might have traumatized you more than you’d realized. Not wanting you to feel pressured, he spoke quietly.

“Tell you what, we’ve got some options.”

You listened as he murmured.

“When we get to my apartment I could make us something to eat, no pressure for anything else, just chilling out and doing what ever. Or, if you’d prefer, I can arrange you a ride home. Whatever you need.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you considered, half of you wanting to take him up on his first offer and half of you emotionally exhausted. After a few moments he added timidly.

“Either way though, if you’re okay with it, and I would totally understand if you’re not, I really would like to give my number.”

He wouldn’t meet your gaze, his turn to be nervous and shy as he waited for your answer. Suddenly one hundred percent sure of what you wanted, you raised your hand to his chin, tilting his head so he would look you in the eyes.

“Only if you take mine, too.”

His face lit up, smiling gently at you as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Deal.”

The timing worked out perfectly as the driver pulled over and said.

“Here we are.”

Bo quickly gave you a peck on the forehead before untangling the two of you and thanking the driver, scurrying around the back of the car to open your door. You took his hand as he helped you out of the car, excited as you took in the large apartment building, one of at least six stories. His hand still in yours, he spoke softly.

“This is me.”

As he led you up the stairs your heart raced. This still felt surreal, like a dream, and you couldn’t help but to wonder what else he might have in store for you. Still comforted by his presence, you smiled as he sneaked a glance at you, equal parts excited and content.

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The lobby of Bo’s apartment building was sleek, minimalist with sharp lines of black and white, black leather couches and armchairs, intricately laid tiles arranged into monochrome mosaics on the floor, and with an impressive amount of various kinds of plants scattered here and there, acting as the only colorful accents. As you followed him to the elevator you felt a little out of your depth, not used to occupying such a clearly expensive space. Hell, you were glad that you’d managed to pay rent on your tiny one bedroom apartment this month, goodness knows what this place cost him. As you stepped into the elevator and he pushed the number six you must have given some hint as to your feeling out of place, prompting him to ask.

“You okay?”

As the doors slid closed you asked timidly.

“You a millionaire or something?”

He chuckled as he answered.

“I don’t know about that, but put together, Rob and I do alright.”

Suddenly curious about his profession, you asked.

“What do you do?”

He explained his brother’s first.

“Rob’s a data analyst, does crazy shit with numbers and patterns.”

As he prepared to talk about his own he suddenly looked shy, like he was afraid of what you might think about it.

“…and I’m a stand up comedian. Can you guess which one our mom loves more?”

What he said was amusing, but you didn’t laugh, more concerned with the way he’d just subtly put himself down. Not wanting him to feel less than, you disputed his statement.

“Oh come on, it’s an art form just like anything else, isn’t it? I’m sure it takes a lot of brain power, quick thinking, people skills, stuff like that?”

He didn’t say anything as you paused, so you added a second later.

“And I’m sure she loves you both.”

Touched by your statement, he gave you a little smirk, speaking softly as he looked you in the eyes.

“That’s sweet of you.”

You smiled back, something inside you stirring at his reaction. After a moment of contemplation you realized, it was that you had comforted him, the very thing he’d so thoroughly done to you on the way over here. It felt good, to support someone who was clearly such an emotional being, in touch with parts of himself that most men didn’t seem to even be aware of. Drawn to him like a mouth to a flame, you quickly looked to the elevator display, seeing that you still had four floors to go. Eagerness for physical contact resurfacing, you stepped toward him, quickly taking his head in your hands as you pulled him down to kiss you.

He responded with a soft groan, reciprocating immediately as he wrapped you in his arms. It was so different compared to your first kiss, the first having been sloppy, clumsy and overly sexually charged. Now he was tender, careful as he held you close and although it was still very much a physical gesture, it was almost…loving, like you’d somehow known each other for longer than the last hour. He kissed you deeply, communicating without words that he was enjoying this for what it was, without the presumption of anything further, and it was taking your breath away. When the elevator bell dinged at the sixth floor and the doors parted the two of you lingered, letting the kiss continue until you were reluctantly ready to part. As he pulled back breathlessly he looked down his nose at you, eyes half lidded with your face in his hands and your hands holding his wrists. He murmured softy.

“Damn. I really, really like that.”

You giggled, feeling the exact same way as you confessed.

“Me too.”

The elevator doors began to close, but he swiftly blocked them with his hand, encouraging you.

“C’mon, bet you’re hungry too after our ‘activities’.”

You giggled as he pulled you by the hand, leading the way down the hall, which was similarly designed to the lobby downstairs, with sharp lines of black and white and plants on stands between apartment doors. He brought you to the first door on the left, digging in his pockets for his keys. For a moment you were nervous, knowing that you were about to inhabit the most expensive apartment you’d ever seen in person, but when his key clicked in the lock he turned to give you an excited smile, speaking.

“Hope you don’t mind nerdy shit and art, goodness knows we have enough.”

Now legitimately excited, you allowed him to usher you in, jaw dropping when he flipped on the lights.

The space was large and open, with high ceilings and floor length windows. The walls, ceilings and floors were all starkly white, but there were many colorful items there to break them up. The walls were adorned with brilliant pieces of abstract art, in prints ranging from a foot or so across to taller than you, hell, taller than him. The pale couches were adorned with colorful throw pillows, and throughout the space there were heavy laden bookshelves, some with framed pictures of what you assumed must be Bo’s family, others with textbooks on math and science, and others still displaying intricately crafted models that upon closer inspection looked like…legos? You supposed he had warned you, but it still caught you a little off guard, turning the corners of your mouth up.

As Bo made his way into the kitchen, which was openly attached to the living room, you were shocked again, the size of it putting your tiny little apartment kitchen to shame. The countertops, backsplashes and floors were solid marble, with veins of grey and black winding here and there. Keeping with the theme, there were even more plants as well, some with impressively long tendrils hanging from the ceiling and draping over cabinets, others small and contained within their pots, though the cohesive detail among almost all of them were the gold details of their containers, geometric and modern. An enormous island was set in the middle, complete with a luxuriously large sink and stylish, sturdy looking stools to sit upon surrounding it. A large range with an enormous hood laid against the back wall, and as you continued to look around you saw matching slate appliances, two refrigerators, a dishwasher, a fully stocked wine cooler with a clear door, and some expensive looking coffee equipment. Catching you starting at the later, Bo explained.

“Rob’s a bit of a coffee snob I’m afraid.”

You giggled, unsure of what to say as he rummaged in one of the freezers, returning with some frozen bags for you to choose from as you sat on one of the stools.

“…and he doesn’t really trust grocery stores after the pandemic, which inevitably means we always have way too many freezer meals on hand, so, which soup would you like? We’ve got tomato bisque, butternut squash, chicken noodle, pretty much whatever you can think of, honestly.”

Your eyes went wide, your stoned mind intensely interested by the tasty looking options. Mouth watering, you inspected each of the bags, deciding the squash looked most appealing. You held it up, doing a little pose with it as Bo laughed, speaking fondly.

“Butternut it is.”

As he fetched a pot from a cupboard and a baguette from a drawer you watched him curiously, trying to imagine what this brother of his must be like. Clearly he was smart, that much was obvious both from the books adorning every shelf and his occupation, but the combination of that and his skepticism in the form of preparedness made you wonder what he was like socially. Bo was certainly a free spirit, following both his heart and his whims wherever they led, but Robert didn’t sound very similar to him. You lost your train of thought when Bo emerged with a pack of Oreos, both of your munchies simultaneously hitting hard as he offered them to you in a cheesy French accent.

“Your appetizer, Mademoiselle.”

You giggled, realizing that his being a comedian made a lot of sense. He returned to his normal voice, asking.

“Want milk? We’ve got two percent and unsweetened vanilla almond.”

You stifled a giggle, sure of which belonged to who.

“Two percent is fine.”

He nodded, pouring two glasses and handing you one. As you nibbled while the soup warmed up on the range you looked around, admiring the art on the walls of the living room. One stood out to you in particular, a colorful take on a Rubik‘s cube with splattered splotches of paint here and there. Fascinated, you asked him about it.

“I like that one.”

You pointed to the painting in question, prompting Bo to chuckle.

“Took me about three weeks to finish.”

Your jaw dropped, asking in disbelief.

“You painted that?”

He took bashful little bow, amused by your reaction. Curious about his inspiration, you asked once you’d recovered.

“What made you want to paint it?”

He giggled again, explaining.

“I knew we needed some kind of color in there with all of the white, but Rob insisted on something ‘practical’, something that had to do with real life. He picked the subject, which just so happened to be spatial reasoning, and I executed it.”

You sat in stunned silence, starting to understand that these two were polar opposites, but it sounded like they balanced each other out, too. Impressed, you spoke your mind.

“Sounds like you guys have a system.”

He grinned, agreeing.

“You could say-“

You abruptly heard a voice chime in from the balcony upstairs.

“You could say that Bo’s impulsive and I know how channel his chaos.”

Bo closed his mouth mid sentence, closing his eyes with a soft smirk before speaking again.

“Figured you would’ve gone to bed by now, brother.”

You heard footsteps descending, but couldn’t yet see his face. He spoke aggravatedly as he came into view.

“Hard to sleep when you know your brother’s not only going to turn on every single light when he walks in the door, but also brings-“

He eyed you as you did the same to him, shocking you when his face was a carbon copy of Bo’s. Your mind stuttered for a moment. Twins. They were twins, though in face and in stature were where their similarities ended. His hair was cut short, face clean shaven, and he wore sensible slacks with a grey sweater, nothing like his modernly dressed counterpart. As your mind caught up on things he watched you, seemingly trying to figure out what to label you as. He was looking at you like you were confusing, unsure if he wanted to berate you or something else. Stumped, he looked away, speaking shortly.

“…well, any visitors after ten pm are just ridiculous if you ask me.”

At that he took his leave, grabbing some books from a shelf before stomping back up the stairs and firmly shutting the door behind him. Stunned, you looked to Bo, wondering if you should just leave, but he reassured you before you could get the words out.

“Sweet, isn’t he?”

Your mouth continued to hang open, so he continued.

“He’s a wizard with just about everything that doesn’t involve human interaction, I’ll give him that, but…”

Bo chuckled.

“…he’s never been good at the whole ‘people’ thing.”

You giggled, agreeing with him.

“You don’t say.”

Still unsure if you should stay or not, you asked concernedly.

“Should I…? I mean don’t want to impose, it’s his place too, and he clearly doesn’t want-“

Bo shook his head as he stepped closer to you, taking your hand in both of his comfortingly.

“He’ll be alright, he’s just a little prickly is all.”

He huffed a laugh through his nose as he added.

“But I will turn the lights down, I always forget about that.”

You nodded, blushing as he brushed your cheek with his thumb, gently reigniting the flames from earlier. As he retreated to the entrance of the apartment, cutting off the lights in the living room and dimming the ones in the kitchen, your mind lingered on Robert and the way he’d looked at you, almost like he was sizing you up for something, a silent evaluation, though for what, you couldn’t imagine. Eager to put the interaction behind you, you looked to Bo as he came back, smiling at you as he stepped closer. To your delight, he stood in the space between your slightly spread legs, resting his arms around your shoulders as he spoke softly.

“Now, how about we get you that soup, huh? I do love Oreos, but I could definitely do with something a little more rib sticking.”

You tried to come up with a pun about him sticking you later, but your hunger was too distracting, stomach rumbling as he poured each of you a bowl and cut up some pieces of bread. When things were ready his cheesy French accent came back, confidently holding the lot high in the the air and walking around the island to deliver the food like a waiter would, setting it in front of you as he declared.

“Your dinner is served.”

You giggled, thanking him as you took a closer look while he took a seat next to you. It smelled divine, hearty and rich, and the little drizzles of olive oil and heavy cream were the perfect finishing touches. It straight up looked like something you’d get in a restaurant. Impressed, you told him so.

“Okay this looks fucking decadent.”

He smiled, and after you took a spoonful and savored it you paused, remembering what he’d said before about Rob making freezer meals.

“So is Rob the cook around here? Or you?”

Bo smiled as his eyes closed for a moment while he swallowed, explaining.

“He’s the brains of the operation, he finds the recipes, then sources the ingredients, which he always tries to keep local. Seems like a pain in the ass to me, but he insists it’s better for us and for the planet.”

You nodded, impressed as Bo added.

“But I’m the one who throws it all together.”

You nodded, seeing that each of them had found a role to comfortably fill. Bo continued to elaborate.

“Rob hates cooking because it’s so subjective. He’ll follow a recipe to the letter and it’ll turn out meh every time because he doesn’t like to improvise at all.”

You giggled, adding.

“And that’s where you come in.”

He nodded with a grin before adding.

“But when it comes to baking? Watch the fuck out, he’ll knock your socks off.”

The suddenly serious look on his face made you laugh, understanding that baking was more a precise science than a malleable art like cooking, but unable to reconcile the idea of such a prickly, short tempered man doing something that took so very much patience. Curious as to how he ended up with such a personality, you asked delicately, in a hushed voice just in case he was upstairs with his ear to the door.

“So why is he, you know…”

You looked to Bo, who quickly read your expression and understood, speaking bluntly with a mouthful of food.

“A dick?”

You closed your mouth, backtracking.

“That’s not what I- I mean, I didn’t mean…”

He shook his head as he raised his hands, silently reassuring you before he swallowed and explained.

“It’s okay. It’s nothing he doesn’t already know about himself.”

Bo paused, thoughtful for a moment before he continued.

“It’s a couple of things. Our dad died when we were twelve, and it was awful for everyone, but I think he took it the hardest. They were a lot alike, rigid boundaries, nerdy hyper fixations, had an ease with math and science but not so much with people, though Dad improved a bit by the time we came around, but you get the idea. He lost his person.”

Unbeknownst to you, your hand had moved to your heart, clutching the fabric of your dress as you apologized.

“I’m so sorry, that must have been so hard for you.”

He looked you in the eyes, vulnerable as he replied.

“It was, and thank you, but I’m alright. It was a long time ago.”

You didn’t know how much you believed that, but he didn’t give you a chance to question him before he continued.

“Anyway, before he died he asked me to look after Rob, help him out with navigating people and relationships.”

He paused with a sigh before saying defeatedly.

“You can see how well that’s going. He’s always struggled to make friends, and of course I’m the exact opposite, so I think seeing me have such an easy time of it gets under his skin.”

You nodded, suddenly having much more compassion for Rob than you had earlier, your heart aching for him a little as Bo continued sadly.

“Poor guy’s thirty four and still hasn’t ever been in a relationship. Hell, he’d never even been on a date.”

This fact in particular struck you, remembering the lonely time before your first crush, your first kiss, and especially your first time. You had always found physical affection and intimacy to be incredibly gratifying, and the thought of the man upstairs having never experienced even the smallest amount of it saddened you. The pained look on Bo’s face gave you pause, understanding that he truly loved his brother and wanted nothing more than to see him happy. Wanting to help, you offered.

“I went to that club with a bunch of friends tonight, real decent people, maybe I could introduce him to a few?”

Bo sighed, resigned as he spoke.

“At this point I don’t think he’d even give it a chance, he’s pretty set in his ways, and as you saw earlier, he doesn’t like disruptions to his schedule.”

Damn. You hated the look on Bo’s face, optimism clearly exhausted after years of failed attempts. After a moment he snapped himself out of it, shaking his head a little as he took a deep breath.

“But anyway, enough about us, let’s finish this up and figure out what we want to do.”

You nodded, the two of you happily swallowing spoonfuls and dipping your bread in silence until all of the food was completely gone. You felt warm and cozy from it, the feeling pleasantly radiating from your torso to your limbs and then even to your fingers and toes. He took your dishes, setting them in the sink before turning to smirk at you deviously. There was so much written in his features. He was clearly hopeful, but seemed to be holding himself back at the same time. After a moment of both of you stubbornly trying to decipher each other’s expressions without speaking, he broke first and asked.

“Fuck, alright, so what’ll it be my lady? Every offer I’ve made you still stands. We could chill out and watch a movie, I could call you a ride home, or…”

He trailed off intentionally, biting his lip cutely as he silently insinuated naughty things before reining himself in and backtracking a bit.

“But only if that’s what you want, I don’t mean to push, it’s just that earlier was so, I mean shit, but- well I suppose you know what it was, you were there, obviously. But yeah, I just-“

You gently shushed his nervous rambling with a finger to his lips, loving the way color began to tint his cheeks as you spoke.

“I think…I’d like to take you up on your first offer.”

He froze, breaths labored as he inhaled and exhaled through his nose, waiting for you to continue. You did, teasing him by brushing your thumb over his bottom lip as you murmured.

“What was it that you said before? Hmmm…something about a ‘handful’?”

He swore quietly under his breath, already worked up.

“Fuck.”

You continued.

“Yeah…I think a ‘handful’ sounds pretty nice, don’t you?”

He nodded adamantly, breaths shallow until he surprised you by easily scooping you out of your seat, throwing you over his shoulder like a literal sack of potatoes. You fake protested as you giggled profusely.

“Hey, wai- Hey!!!”

He all but ran up the stairs with you in hand, passing the room Rob had retreated to, past an open door to what looked like a comfortably furnished guest room, and then to the end of the balcony, setting you down with your feet on the floor outside a closed door. You looked to each other, your excitement brimming just below the surface as he bit his lip, clearly feeling a little embarrassed.

“Don’t judge me okay? I’m not the tidiest creature…or the most organized.”

You scoffed, smiling warmly at him as you reassured.

“Oh come on, you feed me the best meal I’ve had in months, get me through a surprise crying fit and make me come like an absolute animal? All in the same night? Where on earth would I find the audacity to judge you?”

He smiled, exhaling through his nose as his eyes closed, speaking gratefully.

“Well when you put it like that…”

He gave you one last timid look before opening the door, taking you by the hand as he flipped on the lights.

The sight you were met with was striking, like you were seeing a physical manifestation of the inner workings of his mind. He hadn’t been lying, the space was quite busy and not terribly well organized, but it looked lived in, homey. Under several kinds of soft string lights draped from the ceiling there were instruments everywhere, multiple keyboards, parts of a drum set scattered here and there, guitars, and something that looked like a smaller cousin of a harp, all of which rested atop several vintage looking mismatched rugs. The wall to the right was filled floor to ceiling with cube shaped cubbies, most of which were filled with an impressive collection of records, some as of yet unopened, others worn and weathered with heavy use. To the left was an impressive recording set up, with more buttons and dials than you could count, an assortment of microphones, and three large computer monitors, a place that had surely been the birthplace of many an original work. Towards the back right of the room was a small half staircase, leading to the upper platform where the bed sat, surrounded by various draped fabrics, tapestries and lanterns, reminding you of what a Gypsy’s abode might look like with their rich colors and textures. The back left had more floor to ceiling windows, and though the lights weren’t terribly bright, you could make out that they led to a balcony outside, complete with cozy looking wicker chairs and dozens of thriving plants. Touched that he’d chosen you to see this part of him, you looked up, saying softly.

“It’s perfect. It’s you.”

He scoffed lightheartedly, carefully leading the way through the chaos as he pulled you by the hand behind him.

“You’re kind, but I wish I was neater than I am. Can’t find things I need sometimes.”

You tried to come up with a pun about him finding you, but an insecure part of you was afraid to bring up whatever you were to each other. Neither of you had said anything to suggest that you would see each other after tonight was over, but you found yourself cautiously hoping that you might. Not wanting to get caught up on the possibility that this might be the first and last time you’d ever see him, you instead focused on the bed as you walked up the stairs with him, covered with a slew of colorfully patterned blankets and pillows. As you kicked your heels off Bo sat on the edge of the bed, marveling at how much shorter you suddenly were.

“How the heck do you even walk in those things? They can’t be comfortable.”

You giggled, challenging him.

“Try them on if you like.”

He gave you a daring look, only hesitating for a second as he kicked his own shoes off, grabbing yours and trying to force his feet into them. He somewhat succeeded, jamming his toes and the balls of his feet in, his heels hanging over the backs as he reached out to you, using you as a means to pull himself upright, now well and truly towering over you. You giggled profusely as he wobbled, grasping you by the shoulders to keep from falling as he declared.

“Behold! I have conquered your torture devices, your feeble attempts to thwart me have failed!”

He tried to strike a power pose by putting his hands on his hips, but he lost his balance, falling backwards onto the bed and pulling you along with him. The wind was knocked out of both of your lungs, your cheeks rosy both from the laughing and the now very close proximity you shared. Your face was inches from his as you rested on top of him, suddenly very aware of the way your leg was hiked up over his hip, only the thinness of your clothes separating your most intimate places. Sure that this was no accident, you accused him in a soft murmur.

“You did that on purpose.”

He watched you carefully, gaze dropping from your eyes to your slightly parted lips and back again, a subtle, silent request as he quietly confessed.

“Guilty, but…”

He paused, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear before continuing.

“…you don’t seem to mind?”

As much as you tried to convince yourself otherwise, he was right. Yearning to feel closer to him you leaned down, kissing him sweetly, enjoying the softness of his lips and the feel of his hands as they came to hold you around the waist. Feeling bold, you shifted your knees to rest on either side of his torso, pressing yourself against his half hard member, making him gasp against your mouth, cursing.

“ Fuck.”

You smiled against him, enjoying being the one to make him lose his cool, a reversal of your roles earlier this evening. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you close as he murmured.

“You know, as nice as this is…it’s not what I promised you.”

He swiftly flipped you over, rolling you to the side to rest on top of you. You gasped in surprise, your legs still spread around him as he taunted you.

“Maaaaybe I’ll let you take care of me later…if you’re good for me.”

You whimpered, high, desperate and honest as he took note of your response, voice a rumble in his chest.

“Oooh you’d like that wouldn’t you honey, if I showed you just how good you can be? See how many times I can make that sweet little pussy come?”

You were panting, all shame leaving you as you nodded eagerly, pressing yourself against his now fully erect length, which felt tantalizingly large pressed between your legs. Seeing what the feel of him was doing to you, he teased you some more.

“Aww sweetheart…you want this already?”

He thrusted his hips against you as he said it, making you beg wantonly.

“Please, please, I want-”

He chuckled, your words fanning his ego as he shook his head.

“Not yet. I promised you a handful, didn’t I? Can’t have you finishing me off before we get started?”

You huffed out a disappointed breath, in disbelief that you were legitimately begging him to forgo the foreplay and fuck you first thing, the opposite of what you usually wanted from a partner. Desperate to know what was in store for you later, you made a daring request.

“Okay but just, let me see it?”

This gave him pause, both amused and aroused you continued.

“If you let me see it I’ll be good, I’ll behave, I just-“

Your mouth watered as you begged.

“ Please ?”

He chuckled, flattered that the sight of his cock was clearly so desirable to you. After a moment of dragged out consideration, he agreed.

“Okay, I’ll let you see it.”

You began to babble thanks, but he cut you off firmly.

“But no touching. Not until later when you have permission. Understand?”

His commanding tone was setting you off, making you all the more desperate to feel him inside you. Reluctantly reigning yourself in, you nodded, hopeful that he’d accept it. A moment later he smiled darkly, praising you.

“Good girl.”

“ Fuck.”

After chuckling at your response he pushed himself up, standing in front of you as you sat yourself up, eyes level with his zipper. He unfastened it and the button slowly, working you up as he peeled the fabric back, letting his pants fall around his ankles as he pulled his boxers away, springing free his almost intimidatingly thick cock. Your eyes went wide, breaths shallow as you took in every detail. The veins along its underside, it’s slight upward curve, the deep rouge of its bulbous head, and the way it tended ever so slightly to the right, a seriously tantalizing display. Seeing the look of awe on your face he pushed you even further, taking himself in hand and stroking a few times. You protested weakly as you pressed your thighs together.

“Oh come on, that’s not fair.”

He chuckled, stepping out of his jeans as he commanded you gently.

“Never said it would be. Now, lie down and get comfortable for me like a good girl.”

His words sent a zing of heart through you, and after taking a brief moment to recover, you quickly moved to lay with your head on one of the pillows. Amused by your speed, he smiled as he laid down next to you, his head propped up on one of his hands. He took you in, looking you up and down as he asked you something no one had before now.

“So, what am I competing with?”

You cocked your head, confused as you asked.

“What?”

He explained as he ran his fingertips over your collarbones, making you shiver.

“Earlier you said you last came from a toy, and since it sounds like your previous partners weren’t that thorough, I’m willing to bet you have more than one. So…”

He took your face in his hand, brushing your cheek with his thumb as he repeated himself.

“…what…am I competing with?”

Christ almighty. He was literally doing research on how best to please you. Fully convinced that this must be the best dream you’d ever had, you stuttered out your response.

“I- um. I have a- a suction toy. That I like.”

He soothed you as he scooted himself closer.

“There you go, honey. Anything else?”

Your heart thumped in your chest as he began kissing your neck, making speaking coherent words considerably more difficult for you.

“I- I, fuck. Sometimes I- I use a dildo. In the- the-“

As you felt the light nip of his teeth against your earlobe you couldn’t get it out. Thankfully, he saw where you were going and finished your thought for you.

“Yeah? In the shower? One of the ones you stick to the wall?”

You nodded, clenching against nothing as he nuzzled into your neck, taunting you between open mouthed kisses.

“Yeah?- Sounds like- you like it deep.- Bet you take it like a champ, too.- Yeah?- Fucking yourself when no one’s looking?”

You cried out, arms encircling his neck as he whispered against your ear.

“Bet you’d like it if I fucked you nice and deep, wouldn’t you.”

You nodded frantically as he kissed over your collarbone down to your breasts, asking before he pulled your dress down.

“Let me see these gorgeous tits? Give them the attention they deserve?”

You begged.

“ Please .”

He pulled the fabric away, marveling at your now exposed skin.

“God, look at you sweetheart.”

He squeezed them gently one at a time, next leaning forward to ghost his breath over them, making goosebumps follow in its wake. You took his head in your hands, fingers digging desperately at his scalp, making him groan. When your nipples were firm and pointed he took one in his mouth, laving his tongue over it as he squeezed and pinched the other, making you curse.

“ Bo, I-“

He egged you on.

“Yeah? That feel good? You like it when I play with them?”

His words were driving you towards ruin, and he wasn’t even touching you down there yet. Sensing your heightened arousal he took your nipple into his mouth, sucking it dizzyingly, pushing you over the edge as you cried.

“Oh my go-“

Your hips shivered and shook as you came, completely blindsided that he hadn’t needed to come anywhere near your now rhythmically pulsing hole. You cried out desperately, unable to hold back as his tongue danced over your skin, sucking and nipping. You weren’t aware that this was possible for you, and as you began to come down you babbled broken thanks into his hair.

“Holy shit. I didn’t- I’ve never- Fuck, Bo.”

He moved to be eye level with you, holding you close as you clung to him, your legs still shaking from the aftershocks. He comforted you.

“Shhh I’ve gocha, I’ve gocha. Shhh such a good girl for me, I bet you didn’t even know you could do that, did you?”

You shook your head, both of you breaking into a fit of giggles as he kissed your cheek, proud that he’d given you a new experience. You were floating hazily in the afterglow until you heard a sharp, insistent knock on the door, demanding a response. Bo rolled his eyes, quickly covering you with a blanket before shouting across the room.

“Yes?”

Rob shouted from the other side.

“No, you come out here. This is absolutely ridiculous.”

You were horrified, knowing that this was happening because you’d been so overly vocal. Seeing your distress, Bo apologized.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry, he’s especially miserable tonight, I’ll just be a sec.”

As he stood and began to put his pants back on, you were stricken by an incredibly bold thought. Your first assumption had been that Rob was angry because the two of you were keeping him awake, or perhaps because he couldn’t concentrate on whatever he was working on, but then you saw it in a different light. Maybe, just maybe he was upset because this was an experience he’d never lived, and might not ever live himself. He’d never felt closeness or the touch of someone else against his skin. Knowing he valued knowledge and facts, you made Bo an unusual offer.

“Wait.”

He turned, looking at you quizzically.

“I’ve got an idea, if you’re up for it.”

Interest peaked, he sat on the edge of the bed, giving you his full attention as you tried to explain.

“I know you said he’s never…you know. And I was thinking maybe, of course only if you’re okay with it, if not never mind, forget it, but maybe if he saw, if he could learn what it was like, maybe…”

You gripped the back of your neck nervously, afraid he would hate everything about your brazen suggestion, but when you’d gathered enough courage to look up at him, he was awe stricken. You saw wonder in his eyes, understanding that you had seen his love for his brother and that you were willingly taking it upon yourself to aid him in it. He took your hand, making sure you were certain, not just people pleasing.

“Are you…are you completely sure? That’s very, very kind of you to offer, but I don’t want you to do anything, anything that makes you even the slightest bit uncomfortable. Please, I really want you to think about it. Take your time.”

You did, you thought and thought, but the only thing that kept coming to the forefront of your mind was the earlier image of the couple accidentally witnessing your bliss. It had sparked something in you, what had Bo called it in the car? Exhibitionism? You found yourself thrilled by the thought of being witnessed, of being seen while in the throws of ecstasy, and if you could help someone out in the process, why the hell not?

Certain of your intent, you looked to Bo, promising him.

“If I’m being completely honest, I, I want him to. I want him to see.”

Bo cocked his head, so you explained further.

“What happened before, outside the club. I liked, no, I loved that. I-“

You paused, sure of yourself as you spoke.

“I want more.”

He looked at you in disbelief, after a few moments scooting closer and declaring softly as he held the side of your face.

“So you’re basically saying I’ve converted you into a little freak, huh.”

You giggled as you nodded, thrilled for the possibilities as he chided you.

“Shit, honey. I’ve ruined you, I’ve fucked up your innocence.”

You laughed even harder together, replying to him with sass in your tone.

“I promise not to mind…as long as you keep it up.”

He cackled as he kissed your cheek, now fully convinced that your intentions were pure. Well, not pure, but honest.

You watched him make his way across the room, opening the door and stepping out to talk to Rob, to your dismay closing it behind him. You waited in anxious silence, hopeful that your wild idea just might be something the two of them could agree on.