Loud, poundy, rhythmic music. Disturbing figures merging with interesting faces and- not so interesting faces. Clatter of drinks and glass, the feeling of being squeezed up but spaced out, people bumping into you and around you, smoke and color blinding you, bright lights confusing your brain, it was a magnificent scene.

It was just a scene James would have prefered to read.
But we’ll come back to that.

At the other end of the club, the doors swung open fiercely. A tiny blonde girl with a personality bigger than her stature came bouncing in, with a short, but tasteful, black glittery strapless dress. She flashed a huge smile at the world in front of her and placed her fists confidently on her hips, taking in the vision of the very space she had every intention of trashing that night.

If her best friend didn’t trash it first.
“Can you handle it, Vinny?”
“Don’t insult me, Savvy. They’re only Americans.”
Savannah threw her head back in laughter and smiled at her friend, a smile in which her returned. They were both in very similar stances, except Vinny’s arms were crossed excellently across his chest, his muscles flexing underneath his dark burgundy, almost black, jumper. Savannah looked around, twisting her mouth up to the side and scanning her unsightly horizon. And suddenly, her face lit up in that way that only her face could.

“…Savannah?”
“Vincent.”
“Yes?”
“I feel like sporting a little contest. Yeah?”
Vincent quirked his eyebrow at her, glancing between her bright red lips and the glint of amusement flickering in her eyes.
“Please, go on.”
“We’re both going to find lovers, my dear Vinny. And we are going to fuck them.”
“Savannah, how raw.”
“And we’re going to see who can do it first, love them better, and love them longer.”

Vinny found himself questioning his moral approach to this situation. He was slightly disturbed by Savannah’s willingness to use people as pawns in a contest, and yet, he was also intrigued by how far he could possibly get with someone that night; and how hard their lovemaking could go, the stories they’d both be able to share after committing such a scandal.

It wasn’t as if either of the Europeans hot shots were going to find their one true loves tonight.

“Fine. I accept.” Vinny said, shaking Savannah’s tiny hand and scanning the people before them. “Now what do we-”
“Oh, my.” Savannah whispered, loud enough for Vinny to hear but silent enough for it to still be classified as being whispered to herself. Vinny searched for whatever had captured Savannah’s vision so quickly and so much that it had managed distort her facial expression entirely.

He realized that she was staring at a boy.
And it was at that moment that Vinny understood exactly what was going on. The lingering look, the glances of affection and the gentle smile tugging at her lips as a blush threatened to graze over her cheeks-

It was also at that moment, however, that he lost interest.

The music had changed from upbeat, fast and sassy to passionate, slow and sexy. And the reason for that was that they had tastefully changed from a Rihanna song to one of Christopher Robin’s highly respected songs, which in turn, changed the entire mood of the room. Suddenly everyone felt heavy, low, and slightly more faded out of their minds then they had already been. It sent a chill of ecstasy down anyone and everyone’s spines.

James Brett only took little notice of the change in the atmosphere, because whether he was paying attention to the music or not, it caused him to put his book down long enough for someone to grab his wrist and push him into a nearby closet.

“What the fu-” James began to spit in protest, yanking his wrist away from his kidnapper.
“Ssssh, calm down, Curly. I just wanted to ask what you were reading.”
“What?”
“I’m very serious. What are you reading?”
“Pride and Prejudice.”
“Really? How’re you liking it?”
“It’s fantastic. But, I’ve read it six times- who are you?”

Vinny reached for a light and switched it on, leaning against the door with his ankles and arms crossed. His arm muscles flexed tightly and gloriously under that damn jumper, the same jumper that James suddenly found himself wanting to yank off with his teeth and throw mercilessly on the floor. He had lovely curves and elegant long legs and a beautifully sculpted jaw and bright pink lips. And James couldn’t find the words, no matter how many he’s read and stored into his memory, to describe the blues of this stranger’s eyes that had made contact with his green ones.

“I’m Vincent.” he smiled, sitting himself up a little. “What’s your name, Curls?”
“James.” James muttered, feeling the blood rush to his face.
“You’re so cute.” Vinny sighed, pressing his hands against his chest. “Are you always this nervous?” he whispered, hot breath trickling down the side of James’s neck. James instantly held his waist and swallowed.
“Yes.”
“I admire your honesty. Are you a virgin?” Vinny asked, kissing underneath James’s jaw and rubbing up and down his torso. James froze.

“Yes.”
“Aw, baby.” He whispered, entwining their fingers together. “Do you wanna have sex?”
James giggled a little before answering; “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“…Yes.”
Vinny pressed his pursed lips against James’s ear, flicking his tongue against it occasionally “Follow me, you little minx.”
James had been called a lot of things in his life, but minx was never one of them. Anything flattering, really, had never escaped anyone’s lips. Especially no one as attractive as Vincent. Whom he met ten minutes ago. Also whom he was about to vigorously sleep with.

Vincent proceeded to open the closet door and pull James through the large, tightly packed crowd. They were almost to the exit when he noticed Savannah, locking lips with a very attractive, dark haired yummy thing.

Yes, thing.
For that man was not a man but an unnamable god.
“Game, set, and match.” Vinny whispered against Savannah’s ear, as she grinned between sloppy exchanges of tongue and saliva with her unknown lover.

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Their trousers had dropped.
After the teasing car ride, with brief rubbing of sensitive spots, tender to touch and cheeks heating up.
Their jumpers were yanked off.
With eager hands waiting to explore warm bodies underneath desiring palms and wet tongues pulsing against the other.
Lips were caught.
Between tongues, between teeth, amongst strokes, pressing skin against skin and feeling said skin rise from beneath.
Hips crashed together
As penetration continued in a synchronized, yet sloppy order, and passion leaked as fluently as their bodily fluids.
Moans were delivered.
They drawled on, lingering on body parts and leaving an indent on anything it came into contact with; like a first impression or a love scar.
And climax was reached. Discovered. Craved. Ran through their systems as quickly as blood pulsed through their veins.
… As James came to fall asleep, Vinny dragged his finger along the outline of his jaw. He ran his fingers affectionately through his bouncy brunette curls, and he leaned forward to press gentle pecks against his soft, vibrant magenta lips.

Vinny leaned over to turn the light of the lamp off, and in doing so, he felt a hand press softly against his neck.

“Mmm. Vinny?”
Vincent hesitated with tugging on the small silver chain that would have drowned the room into a comfortable darkness. Vinny looked down at him, James’s cheeks were flushed and he was groggily smiling.
“Yes, Jamie?”
“Do you love me? Because. Because I love you.”

Vinny thought of Savannah.
Don’t get the wrong impression, however.
He thought of Savannah when she texted him a few hours earlier.
“Ya Vinny, you know the boy I met like an hour ago?” She had said.
“Yes. What about him?” He’d replied
“We’re in love and we’re going to get married. You should know.”
Savannah was very serious. And very, very sure. And for some reason or the other, he didn’t protest. He just wished her good luck, and told her to come back home soon. She had then decided to ask him;

“So how are you and your lover?”
He hadn’t answered her question.
But now, as he stared down at the adorable boy that he barely knew, and yet, he felt as though he knew everything about him. And he also knew that James knew everything about him.
So he could answer.

“Yes. Yes, James. I love you.”
“Oh, wow.”