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Lance hated his life. Not in general, no. He was pretty happy with things most of the time. Unfortunately, right now was not ‘most of the time’. It was his senior year of college and to say he was short on money was the understatement of the decade. Eating instant ramen everyday seemed like a fun college aesthetic, but after a while it just sucked. He was thankful for the vast variety in taste, but Lance slowly grew tired of noodles.
College had started out pretty good for Lance. He even had a scholarship that helped him cover some of his expenses, but he lost it last semester. The physics class he had to take gave him a hard time and he could see it coming. Physics was not his strong suit even back in high school, so the setback was almost inevitable. On top of that, the professor was not willing to work with him and he ended up failing.
After almost losing it in the grocery store when he found out they were out of chicken ramen, Lance knew some changes had to be made. Luckily his schedule wasn’t too packed so he would be able to pick up a side job. He had visited the University’s job office to see if they could put him in connection with a good job. Lance had been immersed in his studies for the last few months and he craved some human interaction, so he was eager for something that would give him the opportunity to talk to people.
Upon hearing this the job finder’s face lit up and she said she had the perfect job. It was, in fact, not the perfect job. Lance should have been tipped off by his interview being held in a mall. At a table in front of Cinnabon. The interview itself went over well, though. Lance got asked a lot of questions about his people skills and his willingness to work with children. He was excited but was still unsure what the job would entail. The hours seemed to work well with his schedule, too, so he quickly accepted the position. He was given a date to show up at the mall and was instructed to wait in front of Santa’s Village. That should have tipped him off as well.
He was greeted by a grumpy elf named Jessica who wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. She instructed him to follow her into Santa’s Village, more precisely into the tiny gingerbread hut right at it’s centre which happened to double as a costume closet. It finally clicked when the suit was thrown into his arms. He had signed up to be the mall Santa.
The realization hit him like a tidal wave and a lot of things began to make sense. After some internal cursing he threw on the fake stomach, cheap polyester costume and itchy beard and followed Jessica through Santa’s village. He had a job to do, and even though he didn’t exactly sign up for it, he was willing to do his best.
And at first he was really into it. There was holiday music playing, he was interacting with parents and kids, and people were happy. Happy because of him. That joy lasted for about a week. The Christmas music in the mall was on a set track and it took him all of two days to memorize the pattern in which the songs were going to appear. The repeating tunes were slowly killing him, grating at his ears, especially that damn chipmunk song that seemed to suck the holiday spirit right out of him.
Lance quickly came to the conclusion that kids were fucking awful and the parents that spawned them were even worse. Several children screamed in his arms when they were being held. He had tried to hand some kids back to their parents on several occasions, but they seemed more interested in getting a nice photo than taking care of their offspring. Some parents were even egging their kids on, making them upset on purpose so that they could get a funny shot. Most kids had runny noses and he lost track of the ones that ended up sneezing on him. Their hands were sticky and some smelled bad because they needed to be changed. There were also parents that were hostile and demanded additional shots of their kid because they didn’t like the ones that were taken. It wasn’t Lance’s fault they had ugly kids.
Needless to say, Lance had slowly become this holiday season’s Grinch. What upset him even more was that he couldn’t afford a plane ticket to see his family for Christmas. He missed them terribly. Especially his mama’s cooking and his nieces and nephews. They were much nicer and more well behaved than the hellspawn that sat on his lap.
It was finally Christmas Eve and he was stuck on his last day of playing Santa. Luckily the mall would be closed tomorrow so Lance only had to survive the day and he’d be free. It had been busier than usual as there were a lot of people who waited till the last minute to get their pictures taken with Santa. Lance was sick of children and was ready to never see them again. At one point he even debated a vasectomy, but quickly filed that thought away for later consideration.
When Jessica announced, at last, the end of his shift and the closing of the mall, it sounded like music to Lance’s ears. Actual music, not the abominable tunes that tormented his ears these last weeks. He needed to pee for two hours already and was unspeakably grateful to finally be given a chance to use the bathroom. He rushed off to the toilet, practically shoving the last kid, who had been especially jumpy, off of his lap. The mall facilities were disgusting but Lance could not care less at the moment. After relieving himself and washing his hands he started walking back to Santa’s Village, which was inconveniently at the opposite end of the mall.
He was stopped in his tracks by a security guard that told him that the mall was closed. Lance knew the guy by now. He had run into him several times since he had started working here, and no matter how often he told him he was an employee, the guy wasn’t believing it. Lance knew he did it on purpose. How the hell could he not believe him? He was fucking Santa!
The security guard continued to herd him towards the entrance of the mall, away from the village. After pushing Lance through the door, he locked it and even had the audacity to grin. Lance was sure he had finally found the real-life Grinch. Luckily Lance had his wallet, keys, and phone on his person and did not have to worry about being locked out of his car. Or home, for that matter. He was upset however that he was stuck in this costume for the foreseeable future. He made his way around the outside of the mall to the parking lot, muttering curses under his breath. It had taken a couple of attempts and moving the seat back to give himself enough room to fit his stuffed gut behind the wheel. Lance couldn’t even take the suit off because underneath he was in his underwear and it was twenty four degrees outside.
Lance started the engine, thankful for the hot air blowing out of the vents, and made his way out of the parking lot. It was time to pick up some much needed sustenance. Driving around town all Lance could see were the “closed” signs of restaurants and stores. He was getting pretty frustrated. All he wanted was a place to eat so he didn't have to go back home and fill his empty, growling stomach with cheap ramen noodles.
Irritated, he decided to turn down a street he had never been on before. At the end of the road there was a closed off building with a large green open sign in front of it. Lance pulled into the parking lot, relieved, thinking that he was going to get a good, or at least warm, meal. Upon further inspection of the signs around the parking lot, Lance found out that the building was in fact a strip club.
He groaned. He really didn’t want to be the type of lonely guy who spent his Christmas Eve in a strip club, but according to the signs the place offered food and he was starving. Maybe some attention would even do him good. His roommates had all left days ago to spend the holidays with their families and he did feel a bit lonely. And honestly, there were worse things than seeing some nice titties after a hard day at work.
Lance made his way to the door and was immediately stopped by a huge guy. “Really kid?” The bouncer scoffed.
“Yes, don’t ask. I have no other clothes.” Lance went to reach into his pocket for his ID but the bouncer just waved his hand dismissively.
“No need to worry. I’m not gonna ID Santa.” Huge Guy laughed, moving away from the entrance. “Besides, the boys could use this. It’s been pretty slow tonight.”
Boys? Lance thought. So it must’ve been a male strip club. Well that was fine. Lance was bi and titties were titties. Honestly Lance was just happy to have a hot meal.
He slowly walked into the dimmed club, receiving a bunch of giggles from both the strippers and customers when they noticed his get-up. There seemed to only be two patrons sitting off to the side in small booths getting attended to by dancers. One was getting a lap dance and the other was getting a drink served.
He looked around and spotted a nice table at the far end of the room and quickly made a beeline for it. After seeing Lance, the bartender that was wearing nothing but short shorts, suspenders, and a santa hat, called off to an area behind the bar. “Starlight, you got one!” He laughed, “You’re gonna love this!”
Lance heard a faint “I’ll be right out.” The bartender strolled over to Lance’s table with the drink and food menus.
“Your company will be out shortly, what can I get for Santa?” He grinned. He was a decent looking guy, Lance noted. Nice arms, good muscles, huge hands.
Lance groaned at the comment but quickly skimmed the menu. The only thing that really caught his eye were the tacos. Was he about to trust strip club tacos? The answer was yes. Would he regret it? That was a question for future Lance to answer.
“I’ll take the chicken tacos and a Corona please.” Lance said as he handed the guy the menus back.
“I'll put that in for you. Make yourself comfortable, Santa.” He laughed again as he walked away.
Lance leaned back into the cushioned chair and rested his arms on his plump stomach. This is definitely not how he imagined his Christmas Eve would be going. He had to think of something to say if his mama called him later. He was pretty sure she would not be too pleased with him if she found out he spent Christmas Eve in a strip club.
Lance’s thoughts were interrupted when he heard a “For fucks sake!” from behind the bar. Lace looked over and was instantly captivated. Over there, talking to the bartender, stood the prettiest thing he had seen in a while. Even under the horrible lighting Lance could still tell that he had paper white skin and a lean, slim body. Lance couldn’t make out what he was wearing with the counter obscuring the view, but the guy went shirtless, a Christmas tie loosely hanging from his slender, delicate neck. Lance scanned him over, trying to process everything he was seeing- wait... A mullet? For real?
Lance was brought back to his senses when the pretty boy gestured towards Lance. “Who sent him?” the guy asked. “Was it you Rolo?”
“No man, he just came in like that. He seems nice. Even though he is dressed up I don’t think he is a creep.” The bartender Lance now knew as Rolo answered.
The pretty boy sighed before he grabbed Lance's Corona off of the bar. Lance noticed how he forcibly put on a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he sauntered his way over.
“Hello Santa,” He placed the beer on the table, touching Lance’s wrist with his hand. He leaned over and whispered into Lance’s ear. “Come here to give me an early present?”
Lance’s brain short circuited for a second. While he looked handsome from afar, up close like this, the guy looked spectacular. Inky tresses framing a heart-shaped face, big eyes, almost violet in the reddish light of the club, sat under prominent brows. A small nose, plush lips… Lance’s gaze travelled down, over flawless skin, perky, pink nipples on a slightly developed chest, abs just visible under a tight stomach…Lance could also make out the pattern on the short shorts he was wearing. Mistletoe. The same as on his tie.
The pretty boy then removed his hand and tucked a strand behind his ear. “My name’s Starlight. I hope you think I was a good boy this year.” He said seductively as he moved behind Lance’s chair, putting his hands on Lance’s shoulders and leaning forward to whisper into his ear. “Or maybe you would like to unwrap a present yourself?”
Lance jumped a little as Starlight’s breath tickled his ear. “Uh, no? I mean maybe I-”
Moving back around to face him, Starlight placed a finger to Lance’s lips and scratchy beard. Fuck why was he still wearing that? “Is there room for me on Santa’s lap?”
Lance sputtered and blushed heavily. He started sweating under the fake hair, too, so he decided to pull it off.
“My, my, I wasn’t expecting Santa to be so handsome.” He tucked his fingers beneath Lance’s chin to direct his vision upwards. “If I’ve been naughty this year, will Santa put me over his lap?”
Lance was entranced by Starlight’s mischievous stare, unable to look away and so close to losing himself in those violet orbs. Until he heard the clatter of a plate being set down next to him. And while Starlight just ignored it, Lance couldn’t, happy about the opportunity to tear his gaze away.
“I- uh- Tacos!” Lance said as he backed away from Starlight.
Starlight raised a brow, looking confused. “Um, what?”
“I said the t-tacos are here.” Lance realized how stupid he sounded. Get it together McClain. “Do you want a taco?”
“Uh, no sweetie I think I’ll pass. I’m more interested in you.”
“Oh um, that’s nice. Yeah, great.” Fuck, he needed more alcohol. “So, I uh, should probably eat my tacos now.”
Starlight huffed, “Are you even gay?”
Lance answered quickly, “I’m a bi disaster.” Damn, why would his voice break now of all times?
“Am I making you nervous?” Starlight chuckled, searching Lance’s gaze again.
“Honestly yeah. Look, you are really hot, but I’m nowhere near drunk enough to not be awkward.” Lance was pretty sure his face had turned beet red by now. Why was he acting so awkward?.
“Well we should fix that, shall I get you another drink, Sir?” Starlight smiled, cocking his hip as he leaned on the table.
“Ugh yeah, sure. But uhm… Why don’t you join me? My treat. And you don’t really have to flirt with me, I know that you are way out of my league.” Great, McClain, extra points for confidence...
“You want me to drink with you?” Starlight asked, surprised amusement evident on his face.
“Yeah, you might as well unless you have another customer.” Lance smiled before removing his santa hat and fully taking off his beard.
“Yeah that sounds like a good plan. I could use a drink, especially if Santa is buying.”
“Well Santa doesn’t make the big bucks so don’t expect too much.” Lance chuckled before taking a swig of his beer. Starlight walked away and Lance began to eat his tacos. Thankfully they were actually decent.
When Starlight came back only a few moments later, with two beers in hand, he took a seat in the chair opposite of Lance. “Why did you come to a strip club if you don’t want the attention?” He asked before taking a sip.
“Oh,” Lance finished chewing. “I worked at the mall as Santa and some security guard kicked me out before I could change. I was hungry and this was the only place I saw open. And honestly a strip club didn’t seem like a bad way to destress.”
Starlight quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head. “Then why am I casually having a beer with you instead of giving you a lap dance?”
Lance sighed heavily. “I’ve had a rough day. Sorry for being awkward. I swear I'm better with flirting and stuff but I guess the stupid costume is seriously throwing me off my game. I just hope I get better after a few more of these.” Lance nodded in the direction of his bottle before he took another bite out of the tacos.
“I can wait until you are done eating if you want? Before I continue?” Starlight asked, chipping away at the label on his beer nervously. Lance thought it was kind of cute. It was a different energy than the one he had shown when he was flirting.
“I mean, don’t worry about it, I’m fine with just drinking. I feel bad that you have to work on Christmas Eve anyway.”
“Not like I have anything else to do.” Starlight said, trying to sound nonchalant .
“Yeah same. I’d just end up home alone, surfing through netflix.” Lance sighed, “I couldn’t afford to fly out to see my family for Christmas. I really miss them and it sucks being so far away. I’m kind of bummed. Then being Santa actually made me bitter about Christmas this year.” Lance sighed again before draining his first beer and moving onto his second. “The children were awful and the parents were even worse. Entitled fuckers. I had so many kids sneeze on me!”
“Ew. Yeah children are disgusting.” Starlight agreed.
“You can say that again. People in general are fucking awful.”
“Yeah that too. I already deal with enough creeps here. I had someone try to corner me on my way home a week ago, but Antok took care of him for me.” Lance assumed that Antok was the gigantic man that guarded the door.
“That sucks. You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”
“I’m a stripper. What do you expect?”
“Dunno? But stripping doesn’t mean you don’t deserve being treated with respect.”
“Well that’s reassuring. I wish everyone had that mindset.”
“People are stupid and Christmas sucks.”
“That sounds like a good toast to the holidays.” Starlight laughed before raising his beer in a mock toast.
“Yeah, it does.” Lance was quiet for a bit, contemplating. They settled into a comfortable silence as they continued to sip at their beers, the music playing in the background. “You know what? No! Fuck being depressed on Christmas!” Lance said as he hit his fist on the table, causing a patron to turn his head.
“Why?” Starlight raised a thick eyebrow again.
“Because I could use a good night out. I got paid two days ago and have extra money. You know what? We deserve it. For putting up with asshole people and children this holiday season.”
“We?”
“Yes we, I’m ready to get wasted, and you should join me.”
“I should?” Starlight inquired with a smirk.
“Yeah, fuck having to work the holiday. Let’s drink. Santa’s buying.” Lance said as he drained the rest of his beer.
“Alright that sounds good to me. It’s slow enough so I don’t think it would be a problem. The boss is pretty chill on slow nights.” Starlight said, looking around. “What should we drink?”
“Whatever is cheapest and will get us drunk the fastest.” Lance laughed.
“So I guess it’s rum and Coke, then?” Starlight’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling a little.
“Cuba libres! A man after my own heart!” Lance dramatically clutched at his chest. “You make this Cuban happy.”
Starlight got up, “I’ll bring a couple over for us.” He chuckled then made his way back to Rolo at the bar.
Lance looked around at the almost empty strip club. He told himself that he was just going to drink a little. Just enough to celebrate the holiday, but not get totally wasted. He still wanted to be able to drive home later.
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Lance felt tipsy. Scratch that. He was buzzed. Starlight and him had three Cuba Libre each, and they definitely helped loosen him up. “You ho ho hoes ready to fucking drink?!” Lance yelled at the nearly empty room. “Next round of Libre’s on Santa because you’ve all been good this year! Oh, and make sure the bouncer gets one, too! ”
The room cheered. Even the bouncer, Antok, offered a salute.
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Lance was sitting at the very end of the stage, watching Starlight gracefully dance around the pole, looking and acting not nearly as drunk as he should have been. Though Lance didn’t miss the flush across his face and chest. He looked cute. Cute and hot and Lance would be damned if this wasn’t illegal.
He sipped at his sixth, maybe seventh drink, music bouncing around his head as he continued to watch Starlight move.
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Lance squinted his eyes, trying to get a good look at his reflection in the mirror behind the mini stage. And fuck he looked wasted. Face flush, eyes glossy, and hair disheveled. He held onto the pole, swinging around to face the small crowd he had attracted while Starlight was busy behind the bar fixing them more drinks. “You wanna see Santa jingle his bells?” he half yelled, half slurred against the loud music.
And the guys kept egging him on. Sober Lance would have nailed that spin. Drunk Lance however tripped over his boots and fell flat on the stage, his padded gut absorbing most of the impact.
As he saw Antok approach, Lance scrambled off the stage, laughing with the patrons at his clumsiness.
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Lance looked down at Starlight, lying on the table. He couldn’t help but smile as he bent over the taut belly to lick up the salt line, a mock treasure trail on the smooth, hot skin. His tongue traveled up to the shot glass that Starlight had resting on his sternum, wrapping his lips around it. The crowd around him whistled and cheered as he threw his head up, knocking the tequila shot back without using his hands.
His next destination was Starlight’s mouth, or rather the lime wedge waiting for him there. Sucking at the sour fruit, he mixed the juice with the booze still in his mouth, only to share it with the man beneath him in a heated kiss.
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Starlight was dancing in front of him, getting closer and closer with every move. It was hard. So hard not to just stand up and reach for him. Lance was thoroughly intoxicated by now, both from the booze and the way Starlight swayed his hips, the way his tongue darted out, wetting his lips before biting down. So damn hard not to touch him.
Lance smirked when an idea popped up in his lazy mind. He grinned at Starlight before spreading his legs a little wider. “Come sit on Santa’s lap.”
And Starlight turned quickly, straddling him. He took Lance’s hand and placed it on his waist, encouraging him to keep touching. Their mouths smashing together, kissing feverishly as their hands wandered, trying to grab at anything they could reach.
“Unfair!” Starlight pouted after pulling back, fumbling at the collar of Lance’s costume. And Lance was sure he swooned at the way those perky lips pursed in mock offense.
“Well, it is Christmas” he slurred. “And you were such a good boy for Santa. Wanna unwrap your present?”
And Starlight moved quicker than his drunken state should have allowed, untucking Lance’s red jacket from the belt and pulling it over his shoulders. Seconds later, the fake belly was gone, too.
Distantly, he could hear the crowd cheer and holler, but Lance was too focused on Starlights face, eyes wide and mouth agape.
He knew he looked decent enough. And he took good care of his body despite being busy with college. But Starlight’s reaction was nothing if not flattering.
“Like what you see?” Lance asked with a cocky grin. Yeah, booze did make flirting easier.
Starlight lifted a hand to his chest, running his fingers down the pecs. “Damn, Santa’s a twunk under all that stuffing…”
Lance just cocked an eyebrow. “I’m a what now?”
“A twunk!” Starlight said, chuckling at Lance’s confused expression. “You really are a bi disaster, huh? Like…. Pretty as a twink but built like a hunk? Can I touch you some more?”
And if that wasn’t a compliment to Lance’s ears. “Go ahead baby, I’m all yours….”
Their mouths clashed again, Starlight parting his lips for Lance, inviting him, moaning as Lance’s tongue licked into the wet heat. Damn he tasted good. Even with all the booze they had, the little tongue was sweet and soft against his own.
He felt nails digging into his shoulders as the boy in his lap moved even closer, pressed their chests together. And Lance didn’t care anymore, he grabbed Starlight’s hips, rules be damned. Starlight was okay with this. He gave permission. And even though it had been non-verbal, Lance was almost sure he wouldn’t get kicked out now.
The man in his lap started moving, up and down, grinding. He could feel the desperate drag against the tent in his pants, the hardness pressing into his abs on the upstroke. Starlight was hard. Hard for him. Lance reached around, coping a feel of that ass he’d been staring at for the better part of the night. And it felt soft under his fingers. But also firm. He grabbed it harder, forcing a contented sigh out of Starlight who seemed to grow even more eager under his touch.
The whine that left his mouth as the kiss was broken took Lance by surprise. But Starlight was leaning back, looking at him through hooded eyes. And Lance moved after him until a finger was pressed to his lips.
“Just let me…” Starlight asked. But for what? Permission? Lance didn’t care what Starlight was about to do as long as he did it to him. Once Lance managed to nod, Starlight got up, leaving his lap empty and cold. But not for long. Small hands fumbled with his waistband, unbuttoning his pants and tugging at them impatiently.
“Please?”
And Lance would be a fool if he didn’t play along. He lifted his hips a little, making it easier for his pants to come off. Under the cheers of the audience, Starlight slid his pants over his thighs and down his calves. He took off Lance’s boots as well and finally got rid of the offending clothes, holding them up in triumph before throwing them back over his shoulder.
The room fell silent. Even the music seemed to soften as everyone was looking at him. Staring at him.
Lance felt exposed, sitting in that chair in nothing but his socks and cerulean briefs that were straining against his hard cock, barely containing it. He swallowed audibly but tried to take it in stride.
“Still like what you see?” He grinned at Starlight, who took another step back and looked at him with unconcealed hunger.
“Looks like Santa’s got another gift for me.” He breathed before running his hands up and down his torso, caressing the milky white skin. “Guess it’s time to give you something in return?”
And with that he dropped his hands to the waistband of his shorts, and Lance almost choked on his spit when Starlight started to sway his hips again. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t get away with this! He couldn’t seriously think about….
But Starlight turned around, slowly lowering his shorts over his butt, exposing two perfectly round and smooth cheeks. He looked back over his shoulder with a sly grin and winked at Lance when he saw the taller man’s cock jump in his briefs.
Lance couldn’t suppress the guttural moan that escaped his throat when Starlight bent at the waist, shimmering out of his shorts completely to the yelling and whistling of their audience. He wanted to burn the view into his memory, dark mullet, strong yet lithe back, perky butt, long legs…When Starlight turned around, proudly showing off a cute, pink cock, the head glistening with precum, Lance was done for.
Starlight made his way over to Lance again, coming to a stop between his legs, bending over and resting his hands on Lance’s knees. A suggestive position in any other situation but in their current state it was downright sinful. And Lance was captivated by those violet eyes again. Even with the other being totally naked, sans a pair of sneakers, it were those eyes that drew him in. And he heard the amused echo of his own words.
“Like what you see?”
Lance nodded. Keeping their gazes locked. And his heart fluttered in his chest as he saw the happy little smile spreading over Starlight’s face, who leaned in for another kiss. And everything tuned out again. The cheers and hollars became nothing more than background noise, the music died down, only the bass kept tickling his bones as he opened his mouth. And this time it was Starlight’s turn to take control. The sweet tongue licking over his lips. That damn tease. And he dared to break the kiss again, freeing Lance’s mouth to let out a strangled whimper as fingers ghosted over a barely covered erection.
“So big…” Starlight muttered, squeezing slightly. And then the hand was gone. Instead he found Starlight in his lap again, continuing with the grinding.
The audience kept yelling and cheering, egging them on.
“Work that pole, Starlight!”
“Take off those briefs, let us see!”
“Such a needy slut!”
And it seemed to encourage Starlight to go harder, faster, more eager. He sucked and licked on Lance’s jaw, pressing his butt against the tenting bulge under him, rubbing his small cock against Lance’s belly, making his treasure trail sticky with precum.
Lance on the other hand grew protective of Starlight. He reached for his ass, grabbing the cheeks firmly and kneading the supple flesh as he pulled him closer, laying claim to him.
Starlight buried his face in Lance’s shoulder with a soft groan as the whistling and cheering grew frantic. Lance realized that he just exposed Starlight’s most intimate part to a group of drunk guys. But Starlight didn’t seem to care, and honestly, neither did Lance at the moment. He needed to feel, to touch, to taste, to lose himself in the other man.
He was taken by surprise when Starlight rose in his lap again, bringing unwanted, unbearable distance between his cock and that pretty little ass. But he was rewarded with a perky pink nub right in front of him. His lips closed around the bud the same time a hand slipped into his briefs and wrapped around his cock, causing both men to moan at the other’s touch. He felt cool air wash over his heated flesh, Starlight must have freed his cock. But he didn’t care, he just sucked and licked harder at the other’s nipple.
“Alright that’s enough. Time to get a room.” Antok said as he pulled Starlight gentilly off of Lance. Lance groaned in frustration. He was so close. So damn close! And Starlight didn’t fare much better. Even with Antok holding him up, he swayed a little and pouted.
“Unfair! Lemme….” But he quickly closed his mouth and stopped his protests under the bouncer’s stern glare.
The rest of the club was very vocal in expressing their disappointment. Even the barkeeper seemed genuinely upset. They were cut off from watching just as it was about to get even hotter. Multiple Boo’s and slurs were thrown at the bouncer, but Antok paid them no mind. Instead, he pulled Starlight towards the bar and away from Lance, who was still sitting in place, wondering where the hell his pretty Starlight was taken.
He could hear Antok asking Starlight if he was ok to which Starlight replied, “No, you fucking blocked me.” His voice dripping with indignation.
“Well do you feel safe enough to go home with him?” Lance scrunched his face. Safe enough? He may be drunk but he wasn’t an awful person or a predator! Though in the back of his mind he was grateful that someone cared enough to make sure Starlight knew what he was doing. Lance tried to busy himself by scanning the table for his drink but found the glass empty. Damn…
“Yes Antok, it's ok.” Starlight said, Lance could almost hear him rolling his eyes.
“Ok, sorry for blocking you. Get your stuff together and get the hell out of here before the boss sees you.” Lance heard Antok say before ushering the smaller man into the backrooms.
Lance is left waiting, sitting in his chair, the club spinning slightly. His vision was then blocked by the giant man that was Antok who leaned over to grab Lance by the shoulders, bringing them face to face. “You fucking hurt him and I will kill you.”
Lance’s brain was still moving sluggishly, too sluggish to perceive the apparent danger he was in. He put his hand up to rest on Antok’s biceps and responded with the most serious face he could manage, “Santa is always on the good boy list.” Before hiccuping slightly.
Antok rolled his eyes but released Lance. “I’ll trust you. For now. And you might want to tuck that back in.” He pointed to Lance’s still only half covered cock and headed back to the door. Lance quickly rearranged himself to get at least somewhat decent again and waited.
He wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed, but the next thing he knew, Rolo was approaching him, demanding payment for his tab. Lance didn’t even look at it as he handed the barman his card. Finding out about that damage would be a problem for future, sober Lance. Drunk and horny Lance was ready and willing to do anything he possibly could to get out of this club and on top of Starlight.
Speaking of the devil, Lance thought as said man suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the chair. “I got your card from Rolo, the bar automatically adds a tip to the bill so you don’t have to worry.” He rose to his tiptoes to give Lance a quick peck on the lips, “Let’s get your clothes and then get out of here!” He demanded with a small smile.
Lance quickly put on his pants, boots and jacket, and tied the belt around his waist. Putting his card back in his wallet and grabbing his beard and fake belly in one hand, he followed Starlight out the door, nodding respectfully at Antok.