Last Call

It was karaoke night at the little hole in the wall bar around the corner from his building, but Rowan was tired of sitting in the jail cell of an apartment he called home. So the trade off he chose was screechy singers in a dark smoky barroom over staring at four bare eggshell white cinder block walls. 

His divorce finalized a couple of weeks prior, dissolving a colorful seventeen year run with his high school sweetheart. Rowan and Heather started out hot and heavy, deep in love. However, as with many young marriages, time had a way of driving couples apart. 

Life got demanding between working long hours, money stresses and just the two of them growing in different directions. First their intimacy waned, the communication followed close after and Rowan turned to porn. Heather sunk herself into her job and friends, it wasn’t ugly, it was just… over. 

Rowan had been sitting at the bar for a couple of hours chatting up the blonde haired bartender, Regina and a few patrons that sat around him as he sipped on the bottomless bourbon tumbler. He was working to drink away his first Valentines Day alone. 

He felt the presence of a person taking the barstool next to him, but didn’t look up from his whiskey glass right away. The woodsy scent that invaded his senses told him it was probably just another bearded red neck in a sleeveless shirt. “Shot of Jose Gold and Yuengling please?” The smooth baritone voice grabbed his attention, causing him to look up. 

The man occupying the black bar stool next to him was anything but what his mind imagined. Jet black hair and smooth clean skin, the young man oozed confidence from every pore. He was way overdressed for the regular crowd, white button up with a small sprout of back chest hair spilling out over the low buttoned shirt covered with a stylish black sports jacket, Rowan guessed he was somebody’s best man who snuck out of a stuffy wedding reception to have some fun. 

“Hey.” Rowan nodded at the man when he was caught staring at him. The man nodded back, the hint of a grin curling at the edges of his mouth. He tipped his shot glass back, emptying it before slamming it on the cigarette burn covered bar and walking away, beer in hand. 

Without thinking, Rowan swiveled his bar stool around, his eyes followed the younger man as he walked towards the pool tables at the opposite end of the building. He didn’t understand his nearly involuntary glances as he watched the stranger work a custom pool cue to clear his table time after time, taking down each opponent that tried to win the space he was commanding. 

Every so often, the man would catch Rowan looking at him and smile. Each of those little smiles curiously raised Rowan’s heart rate. When the man needed another round, he seemed to make sure he stood, not sat next to Rowan, often times so close their arms touched. His woodsy musk slowly blending together with the cigarette smoke in the air and his alcohol saturated breath. 

Each time their bodies made contact, Rowan felt a warm stir in his core. He recognized the feeling, it was the same burn he used to feel when Heather was close to him. He couldn’t understand why this mysterious man rekindled that fire, but he did. Rowan decided to table his curiosity and continue trying to drink the loneliness away.

Finally on his forth round, the man looked down at Rowan who was trying hard to not look up and said, “Hunter.” with his hand extended in greeting. 

Rowan took his hand, chills shot up his arm when Hunter offered a firm handshake. Rowan’s voice crackled. “Rowan” he offered, ‘Damn I sound like a pubescent teenager’, returning fake confidence in his grip. Hunter smiled, seeming entertained by the nervousness Rowan tried to hide.

When some drunk guy murdered the end of Don’t Stop Believing in the open opera and some of the inebriated spectators offered hoot n holler cheers, undoubtedly for their friend, the karaoke host yelled out “Last Call, last call for alcohol” before introducing the next rock star singer to the microphone.

Half way through the next song, Rowan felt someone brush his back before Hunter leaned into his shoulder and whispered “You should pay your tab and follow me.” His warm breath caressing Rowan’s skin and lighting fire to his senses.

‘What the hell am I doing?’ he whispered under his breath. “I need to get my tab please?” Rowan yelled to Regina over the cacophony of the room. 

More of an order than a request, Rowan didn’t know why he complied with Hunter’s command without hesitation, but as he exited the building he found the other man leaned against the brick wall to the right of the door. When they met eyes, Hunter’s grin widened. Without a word, Hunter disengaged from the wall and walked out into the parking lot leaving Rowan pacing behind him. 

Hunter’s truck was parked in an unlit corner of the lot, away from the other cars, adding to Rowan’s growing concern. Remaining silent, when they both got to the truck, Hunter opened the passenger door and motioned for Rowan to climb in. “I knew you’d follow me!” Hunter claimed airing that confidence once again, before he closed the door with Rowan inside.

‘What the fuck am I doing?’ Rowan grew more unsure of his choices, but the anxiousness, the taboo excitement was creating a different stir. One that was starting to make the crotch of his Wranglers feel tight. 

Hunter climbed in the opposite side of the truck, Rowan watched him slide into the center of the bench seat, violating Rowan’s personal space. The cab of the truck filled with Hunter’s woodsy essence and that calculating grin never wavered while Hunter laid his hand on Rowan’s thigh and watched the fear flood across his face. 

His hand moved upward curiously until it reached the solid mass pushing out against Rowan’s left pocket. Hunter honed in, tracing its outline pulling a soft sigh out of Rowan’s throat. Hunter’s hand moved with confidence back and forth across the other man’s hidden length. 

Not wanting to stop the feeling of another human touching him while being completely out of his element, Rowan closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back window of the cab. Never having been touched by a guy, it had been too long since he had been touched at all, his ecstasy overtook the doubtful thoughts swirling through his mind. 

“Ah shit!” He felt the warmth of Hunter’s presence on the soft skin of his neck an instant before his mouth made feather light contact, sucking Rowan’s skin against his lips. “Mmmm” Rowan felt his member throb when the connection was made. 

Hunter’s fingers searched for passage into Rowan’s pants, fumbling with his belt buckle before Rowan slid his hips forward, making room for the other man to proceed in releasing him into the night air. 

Lifting his hips off of the fake leather material that covered the truck seat, Rowan helped shimmy his own jeans down shivering as his organ was freed from it’s confinement. ‘If I keep my eyes closed, it’s just lips!’ He thought when Hunter coiled his smooth fingers around him. 

Hunter’s tongue ran up his length, stopping at his tip to collect a salty droplet that had formed in his slit before circling his tongue around the rim of Rowan’s mushroom. “Mmmm” Rowan whimpered. 

Moist heat overtook the coolness across the soft veiny skin of Rowan’s shaft when the other man’s mouth engulfed him and moved up and down his length with unbridled enthusiasm.  He worked Rowan up and down, from the top to the base. Hunter’s hand met his lips in the middle, inducing a series of moans and hisses to escape into the darkness completely uninhabited. 

When Rowan was at the pinnacle of his pleasure, tilting over the ledge of release, Hunter withdrew his hand and buried his lips against Rowan’s base allowing him passage deep into his throat. Rowan growled with animalistic fervor as he leaped off the edge of sanity and unloaded months of pent up frustrations into Hunter’s mouth. 

Rowan’s face scrunched up from the powerful release of orgasm. His breathing was labored, his head was floaty and he could feel his toes pulled under his feet deep in his shoes. His body twitched with each pump of his seed. ‘Heather never made it feel like this!’ He thought to himself, struggling to even keep that thought in his frenzied mind. 

Hunter took everything Rowan streamed out with expertise before he came up for air to allow himself to swallow Rowan’s juices. Going back down, his focus was on milking Rowan dry. His plan was to turn Rowan, to make him putty to be formed, made anew. By the sounds his target was making, Hunter felt confident it was working.

When Rowan was spent and softening in Hunter’s mouth, he pulled off of the man and offered a friendly smile. “You should call me some time.” Wiping the corners of his mouth, “There’s a lot more where that came from” Hunter propositioned his new friend. 

Rowan nodded still reeling from the experience, he reached down into his pocket and handed Hunter his unlocked phone. Hunter thumbed his number into the keypad along with a short message before hitting send while Rowan was putting himself back together. 

“Shit dude, that was amazing!” Rowan gasped, fastening his pants back up. He looked around the parking lot, for the first time since Hunter’s warm mouth covered him, he felt conspicuous. 

Seeing his concern, Hunter told him “Don’t worry, know one seen it.” He smiled at the the other man, “And so what if they did?”

“I just… I” trying to formulate his words, his panting more shallow now, “never done that before.” Rowan sat in awkward silence, not knowing what he should do next. He felt an obligation to return Hunter’s favor. He was so far out of his comfort zone, he couldn’t go that far. 

Hunter watched as Rowan’s jaw tightened, loosened and tightened over and over. Deciding to save the other man from himself, he placed one last light kiss to Rowan’s neck, “Call me.” and motioned for him to open the truck door.

“Uh, thanks.” Rowan’s words were shaky and unsure, but he got the hint and closed the truck door behind him.

A/N: Last Call was written as a submission for an erotic short story contest. I impatiently await the judging. Thank y’all for reading this story and I look forward to your feedback in the mean time. I appreciate it very much! ~Aiden