How Much Are Those Dunlops?

Aromas of spices mingled with liquor and smoke filtered through the air of the Four Winds bar; noises of voices prattling incoherently mixed together while sounds of a jukebox blared off in the distance. Ebony brows knitted together as onyx orbs searched amid the crowded tavern with uncertainty swelling within. Sweat pooled within Kirk's palms as those unsure eyes fell upon Lars huddled at the end of the bar hovering over a beer; his legs began to quiver and feel jello-like as onyx orbs continued to drink in the sight of the other male. He wasn't considered beautiful by any standard, but Kirk had been drawn to the Dane like a moth to the fire. Perhaps, the guitarist was lonely and searching for companionship of some kind or another. Perhaps, it had been something more.

"So ya made it, eh? Watcha drinkin'?"

"Whatever you're having sounds good."

"Right..."

A sheepish grin wrenched upon raspberry lips while Kirk hoisted upon the barstool along side Lars. Reminding himself that it had only been a friendly invitation for drinks and conversation, he allowed his gaze to remain adrift and refused to gawk at the drummer. Lars ensnared an arm around the lithe body nearby and drew closer to Kirk, azure globes blankly gazing at the mug upon the bartop. It had felt almost like second nature to embrace the other male in such a manner as though it had been done infinite times before. A pregnated silence loomed amid the musicians as onyx locked onto sapphire while an invisible heat blanketed them both. Becoming mildly uncomfortable, Kirk excused himself to use the facilities - all in order to gain some composure to the rabid sexual thoughts staining his common sense.

Minutes seemed like hours and Lars had begun to miss the closeness Kirk had provided; craning from the barstool, the Dane sauntered forth into the restroom and bore a lustful gaze upon Kirk. The guitarist had been bent over the basin, a hand fumbling with a wild locket of hair that freed itself from the rubberband, the denim hugging tightly to thighs and hips. Not being able to resist such a temptation, Lars cupped calloused hands upon those inviting hips, pressing himself against Kirk's body. Kirk wanted to holler for him to stop, that he shouldn't be rubbing his hips, that it had been wrong to tease his body in such a way. No words would form, only a whimper submerged. Gliding underneath the hem of the dress shirt, the Dane caressed and explored the bare skin, the hand finding the trail to the waistband of the denim just below the naval. Lapping a wet trail from the base of the smooth flesh of the neck to the niche that separated it from the earlobe, shivers raced along Kirk's spine as the taut body yearned for that tongue to explore other areas.

Lars couldn't get enough of Kirk. In all of what life had been lived thus far, there had never been someone so desired, so needed. It felt right. Felt...natural. Palming against the crotch of denim pants, Kirk moaned from the extra warmth against the most sensitive region. And as pants were lowered, the foreign hand had begun padding against the hardening length, earning quivers and cries. Cotton slid against the throbbing flesh, passionate friction driving the chocolate-eyed male into a frenzy of carnal want. Bucking hips into the form behind, Kirk urged Lars on with jerks and mewls; traipsing fingertips within the underclothing, the Dane skated the digits along the quavering member, pinching gingerly at the tip and bathing them within the viscid liquid beginning to seep.

Twirling Kirk about, Lars tilted his counterpart's chin upward to gaze into those misted eyes; lips were soon mingled together, tongues whipping about in teasing strokes against the other. Hoisting Kirk upon the counter and removing the nuisance the underclothing had provided, azure orbs drank in the sight of their lover. It was beautiful...artistic...mesmerizing. Without much delay, Lars unfastened the button and zipper which held his own engorged flesh while he soaked two fingers with saliva. This had been oh so new; an adventure of sorts. Bathing the entrance into the cavernous pathway with the moist fingers, the Dane soon submerged the pair and begun a serious of ins and outs. Kirk bore a hungry gaze upon the other male, wanting to be taken, to know that his desire had not been in vain. Azure beheld onyx as Lars plunged into him, a stunned pleasure encroaching the features of Kirk.

Kirk was starving for the Dane as passion flared within, hands reaching forward for a more intimate embrace. Cupping a hand to the back of the other's neck, Lars drew his new lover upwards as the other hand freed the curly tendrils from their confinement. Pivoting hips upward with each deep thrust, he found that sacred spot of Kirk's, drawing out choked moans of pleasure and minor pain. Muscle constricted against the rigid manhood invading, pulling against the flesh; Lars moaned out Kirk's name in breathy tones, beads of sweat glistening against exposed areas of skin. Biting at the flesh of a bared neck, Lars nipped his way along the column which drove Kirk into sensual fits. Sounds of felicity and desire thundered from Kirk as the Dane's pace became quick...rough. A hand latched upon the counterpart's rigid and seeping member as Lars jerked the flesh in the same rhythm he was maneuvering within the lithe body underneath. Swells of lust crashed into both males, bodies shuddering together in delight. Cresting together at the same moment, Kirk crashed his lips into the pouting ones of his lover, the cries of pleasure and satisfaction being swallowed together.

"I think...I need you."

"I am something you can not have."

Azure orbs slendered in tiwsted confusion and hurt; Lars was speechless, doumbfounded, made a fool of. Offering an empathetic look, Kirk could never give that of which the Dane coveted, deserved...