Fear of Love

“OMG Gabi, you don’t understand!” He pulled the phone closer to his face, “He was so hot!” Rowan fanned at his face like he was burning up. “Hold on.”

He set the phone down on the ceramic bathroom counter mindlessly. He leaned into the mirror to pluck a wild brow hair from above his eye, leaving his friend to look at the popcorn ceiling.

“Rowan. Rowan…” Gabi yelled into her iPhone’s cameras, “pick me up or I’m hanging up!” She breathed out, loud enough for the sound to come through Rowan’s speaker.

“I swear to god Gabi, like, his big brown eyes reminded me of Bambi!” Rowan paused to concentrate on what he hoped wasn’t a zit trying to come up. “He can thump me any time!”

“Thumper was the bunny dumb ass, not the baby deer!” She shook her head in disbelief. “Besides, you said he had a boyfriend.”

“The little twink? Standing so quiet tryin to give me the stink eye?” His laugh could have come right out of a horror movie, “He was shaking in his Nikes.”

Gabi huffed again. “ I’m tired of lookin at your ceiling Row, I’m hanging up now. Have fun tonight!” And with three soft beeps, she was gone.

Rowan settled on accepting that his hair was not going to come out the way he wanted it to and that hunk of a man would like him anyway. He picked up his phone, scrolled through the recents, and hit send.

“Babes! You're coming tonight right!” He wasn’t asking. “I need my wingman.” He stared at Tony’s furrowed brow through the video chat waiting for his response. “Come on boo!”

“Yes Row, I’ll be there.” Tony agreed reluctantly. The last thing he wanted was to be Rowan’s wingman. The first thing he wanted was to drop the wing and just be his man.

Tony and Rowan had hooked up a few times, nothing serious just casual sex. It was good for Tony, he just wanted more from Rowan. More than he was offering.

“Yay!” Rowan cheered. “Ok, let me finish getting dressed boo. I’ll see you in about an hour.”

Tony was waiting in line when Rowan showed up an hour and a half later. There was more skin exposed on Rowan’s thin smooth body than there was cloth. Tony’s heart skipped several proverbial beats while he watched his heart’s desire saunter joyously toward him.

Rowan paid no attention to the sneering looks he got from the others when he broke in front of Tony. The bigger boy shook his head at Rowan’s nonchalant attitude.

“Hey babe.” Tony’s southern whisper was warm against Rowan’s ear when he leaned in and wrapped his thick arms around the smaller boy.

“Hey babes!” Rowan sang back, brushing a quick peck across Tony’s wanting lips

Once inside, they parted ways for a moment. Tony headed to the bar to get Rowan a liquid marijuana and a beer for himself since he was of age. Tony was in his third year at U of M. Rowan went straight to his usual corner of the dance floor and danced while he waited.

After downing his first drink in mere seconds, Rowan started moving again, grinding and rubbing up and down Tony’s country-strong body, while Tony tried to follow the smaller boy’s lead and move to the beat of some Fetty Wap remix.

Tony especially enjoyed it when Rowan turned away from him, bent forward, and twerked his firm little ass all along Tony’s package. There was no shame, no attempt to hide the swelling that Rowan was creating with the gyration of his mounds on Tony’s crotch.

Rowan felt the hardness against him and focused his movement to bring the pressure into the cleft of his ass and rolled his hips slow and intentionally. He sighed a sound that only he could hear as both of their body temperatures rose.

He stood, turned to face Tony, and closed the distance, pressing his body tight to the other man. He felt Tony’s cock flex between their bodies as he swayed slower than the beat of the bass that was thumping through the club.

Tony stilled, feeling Rowan’s heat through his jeans as their friction increased. His eyes fluttered closed and breathing had gone ragged more and more as Rowan worked him into a sexual frenzy.

Everything around them faded, the music muffled, the people vanished. It was just Tony and Rowan twirling in a slow arousing dance. Their bodies melded together in carnal desire.

When he reached his arms out to wrap them around Rowan, he dipped under and spun slowly around and behind Tony. Rowan’s arms brushed up Tony’s side and over his bulging pecks before trekking down his flat stomach and over the hem of Tony’s shirt.

One hand found its rest over Tony’s belly button while the other ventured farther south until Rowan palmed Tony’s cock. He slid his hand back and forth across the denim that held the thick slab of meat captive.

Rowan dipped his free hand under Tony’s shirt and explored up through the hair on his belly and chest. His hand stretched farther until he had one of Tony’s nipples pinched between his finger and thumb, dragging out a low growl that rumbled through his chest into Rowan’s fingers.

Rowan’s head pressed firmly between Tony’s wide shoulders, his bright pink hair contrasted against Tony’s black shirt. Rowan’s eyes closed while his small hands lifted Tony off of the dance floor and sent him soaring into the clouds. Anchored Rowan thought before his head spun.

His eyes opened and shifted, scanning the room looking for something, anything to center him. That’s when he spotted the hunk from the ice cream shop. “OMG you guys came!” Rowan squealed and pulled away from Tony. “I’ll be back.” He told Tony with a friendly pat on the should.

Tony nodded as he plummeted back to earth without a parachute. With slumped shoulders, Tony moped back to the bar. Suddenly the people that had faded out just a few minutes ago all seemed to be watching his conspicuous dejection.

Rowan slid a chair from the next table and landed between the hunk and his twink boyfriend whom he barely noticed existed until the boyfriend said, “Hey Rowan.”

After being rejected by the hunk with a lame excuse about not dancing, Rowan settled for dancing with the twink. He wanted to move and he’d take what he could get. “Sorry babe, I forgot your name.” Rowan roared over the music.

“Tommy.”

The twink, Tommy was more fun than Rowan as originally assumed. They had different dancing styles, however, they seemed to quickly fall into synchronicity when he let himself out of a cage of his own making. His body moved almost hypnotically with the music. Rowan found himself attracted to Tommy.

As they danced, their bodies drew closer, and their interaction was more sexual even though Rowan assumed they shared more in common in that area than would prove interesting for either, but he was fun to tease onlookers with. He got a kick out of watching the faces of the dirty old men standing around the bar watching him grind his ass into Tommy’s cock.

After Tony joined in, Rowan somehow managed to maneuver himself in between the two men. Their bodies all moved in time with each other’s and Rowan was having the time of his life with the cute twink in his face and Tony, the ox of a top thrusting in behind him.

Exhausted and sweaty, the three of them meandered back to the table where Dan was sitting. “This is my friend, Tony.” Rowan told them as he climbed onto Tony’s lap and rode him like the cowboy he was.

When the other two left, Tony stepped away and Rowan found himself back on the dance floor, alone. He was lost in the music and the atmosphere when he felt a set of hands grab his waist from behind. He let himself be pulled into the man behind him.

Their bodies were pressed together and when Rowan felt the man’s excitement against his backside, he pooched his butt up tighter into the man’s crotch. His eyes fluttered and a small moan escaped into the cacophony of sounds.

He felt the stranger’s mouth press against the sensitive spot on his neck and suck in lightly. His head tilted instinctively, giving the man more room to find the right spot, the spot that would have Rowan purring in no time. The man kissed up Rowan’s neck before sucking the bottom of his ear lobe between his lips.

Rowan’s knees threatened to buckle as the man nibbled at the flap of skin on Rowan’s ear. His breath, warm in Rowan’s ear brought chills across the pink-haired boy’s body. More of that Rowan whimpered to himself.

Rowan moved his hands behind him, between them, and explored until he found the man’s thick bulge and fondled the sizable package. He traced its length between his fingers when the man said “Come with me.”

He got his first look at the stranger when he was led off the floor and out the front door. He was a good-looking man about the same age as Rowan. “Where ya taking me baby?” Rowan asked.

“Outside to talk.”

“We could have talked inside.”

They walked between two cars at the back of the parking lot, where the man opened one of the doors for privacy. He turned Rowan to face him and leaned back into Rowan’s neck, continuing his sexy assault.

Rowan whined from the pleasure of his neck and ear lobes being taken by the man. His hands resumed their place over the man’s cock pushed against the denim prison that confined it in its place.

“We should get that out.” Rowan moaned.

The man didn’t stop, he just grunted what Rowan took as consent. He skillfully unbuttoned the man’s pants, lowered the zipper, and plunged his hand into the man’s pants. Fisting the man’s thick cock, Rowan pulled it out into the night air and stroked him slowly.

The man moaned into the flesh of Rowan’s neck before he sucked in harder, attempting to leave his mark. After letting the man mark him, Rowan sunk to his knees, face to face with the man’s perfectly shaped mushroom head and ran his tongue along the moist slit. Hungry to taste it, Rowan licked his lips before taking the man’s cock head into his mouth.

Inside the club, Tony had given up looking for Rowan and went to the bar to pay his tab. It wasn’t unlike Rowan to up and leave without telling him. The lack of consideration was the thing about Rowan that frustrated Tony most.

He was walking across the parking lot, thumbing a text to let Rowan know he was leaving when a groan caught his attention. To his left, he saw a flash of pink hair through the window of an opened car door and a man standing with his head tilted back.

Tony’s heart froze in his chest. He watched Rowan’s head bob behind the door, tearsstung in his eyes and other emotions started to well up inside him. Hitting the send button, Tony turned away and walked toward his Jeep. He heard Rowan’s phone notify him of the text message.