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Spamton couldn’t remember when the night had begun to go downhill. Maybe it was when he lost count of his drinks, or when he’d slung his arm over Tenna’s shoulder and pulled him in just a bit too close, close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath.
Maybe it was when he leaned his head into the crook of Tenna’s neck, inhibitions melting away, every alarm, every barrier he’d built up completely gone because he couldn't turn down a night at the club.
The alcohol had made him bold, any semblance of reason abandoned as he dragged Tenna out onto the dance floor. He was never a dancer, much less in public, but he was too giddy to care. They stumbled into each other, laughing as uncoordinated feet nearly knocked them off their balance.
“C’mon, Tenna. I’ve seen y’move on that stage, loosen up a little, yeah?” Spamton said with a lopsided grin, words slightly slurred. His hands tugged onto Tenna’s tie, loosening it to the point where it simply draped around his neck.
Tenna grinned, letting out a nervous laugh as he stepped closer, the strobes flashing on the club’s ceiling reflecting off his boxy glasses. “A-Alright, don’t make fun of me if I’m a bit rusty.” Even under the colored lights he could see a faint blush dusting Tenna’s dark skin.
“I’ll laugh at you regardless, I’m drunk off my ass right now.” Spamton chuckled, hands sweeping back the messy strands that had started to come loose from his slicked back hair.
Tenna’s shoulders shook as he giggled, nearly tripping over the uneven floor, hands scrambling to grab onto Spamton’s shoulders to catch himself. They barely managed to stand upright, and Tenna burst into a fit of laughter, “Me- me too, oh god how much did I drink?”
He didn’t remember his response, or how long they were out there partying away without a care in the world, without a worry for how awful the hangover was going to be. He didn’t remember when the music had become slow and sensual, when his mind had begun to wander as he stared at Tenna’s body.
What his mind did recall clear as day was Tenna’s hands slowly settling onto his waist, traveling dangerously low as his hands grabbed him and dragged him in closer. Tenna had that look on his face, the one he was always so bad at hiding, and he could only smile at just how easy he was.
“What’r you doin, Tenna?” His fingers found the loops in Tenna’s pants as he pulled their crotches flush with each other. Tenna stifled a moan, biting his lip hard and looking away with lidded eyes.
God he could feel him, Tenna’s erection straining through his tight pants, tight enough so that it left nothing to the imagination. Tenna didn’t respond, maybe too humiliated or too horny to properly form words.
He shouldn’t be doing this, they shouldn’t be doing this. He was practically throwing himself at Tenna in public, inviting anyone else there to snap a photo and ruin them, but he was desperate.
God was he desperate to just get his hands on Tenna, to relieve this unbearable tension between the two of them that hung in the air of every conversation.
He grabbed Tenna by the collar of his shirt, shoving through the crowd and ignoring the sounds of disgruntled guests as he made a B-line for the bathroom. Tenna staggered after him, anxiously pulling his wrinkled button up down to try and cover up, head whipping about to check if anyone was watching them. Though, everyone else in here seemed to be just as drunk as they were.
Spamton peered into the bathroom, which was abnormally empty, at least by club standards, but that just made everything better for them. Spamton threw a stall open and shoved Tenna inside, pushing him up against the wall and slamming the door shut behind him, hands fiddling with the lock for a second before he got it.
“S-Spamton what- what are you-” Tenna was swiftly silenced by Spamton’s lips crashing into his. The kiss was sloppy, uncoordinated, drenched in alcohol and traces of tobacco, yet they melted into it.
Tenna’s hands shot under his shirt, and his back arched from the sudden contact. He moaned into Tenna’s lips as he groped him, hands messily grabbing at the buttons on Tenna’s shirt, pulling it open with a swift tug, hands wandering and grabbing at the fat of Tenna’s stomach.
“Fuck-” He gasped, breathless as they pulled apart, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips, their chests moving in tandem as they panted. Tenna’s cock was rubbing against him again, he could feel it twitch against his thigh.
“Can I-” Tenna hesitated, “-please let me- I want to-.” Tenna let out a frustrated huff before he manhandled him, flipping him around and making it so his hands pressed against the ceramic tiled wall.
His entire face flushed red as Tenna began to grind against his ass, groaning as he held onto Spamton’s hips to steady himself. He peered back over his shoulder, watching Tenna fuss with the zipper of his pants before they popped open and his cock sprung out, throbbing and already dripping with pre.
Spamton’s eyes widened as Tenna’s grinding became more hurried, fingers digging into his skin as he leaned forwards, breathing hot against the back of his neck. Tenna’s fingers began to slowly drag down his sides before they grabbed at the base of his boxers and pants, pulling them off in one fell swoop.
It was embarrassing how wet he was underneath, how he was practically dripping with need and how Tenna most definitely had noticed, his cock twitching as Tenna’s eyes fixed between his legs.
“T-Ten’s, I know I can handle a lot, but we haven’t even prep-” He swallowed his words as Tenna slotted his cock between his thighs and held his legs together by their sides. Oh.
“Squeeze them- squeeze your legs together.” Tenna huffed into his ear, bending down and biting onto the back of his neck, sucking hickies that made him stifle a moan.
Tenna began to move between his legs and he whimpered as his length rubbed against him, and Tenna soon began moving quicker as the slickness between his folds lubricated him. He groaned as he began to roll his hips back, letting his t-dick frot against Tenna’s length, sending shivers down his spine that made his legs tremble.
Their grunts and the slapping of skin reverberated off the tiled walls, the air around them charged and hot as they desperately chased their own pleasure. Spamton turned and grabbed Tenna roughly by the chin, kissing him and catching his moans against his lips.
He shoved his tongue into Tenna’s mouth and he felt Tenna’s hips stutter, his grip around Spamton's waist tightening as he tried to keep himself composed. Tenna tried to pull back to take a breath but he chased his lips, grabbing his hair and pulling him in.
He didn’t care if he was suffocating, he was going to kiss the fucking skin off of his lips until they were raw or until he was too blissed out of his mind to keep his mouth closed. Tenna moaned as he tried to keep up, his eyes fluttering shut as he edged closer and closer to his orgasm.
He gasped as Tenna gave one particularly rough thrust, bucking his hips upwards, rubbing the head of his cock right underneath the base of his t-dick. He saw stars, throwing his head back and practically howling Tenna’s name, hands clawing against the wall like a lifeline.
And that was enough to drive Tenna over the edge, his pace becoming sloppy as he gave one final thrust and came hard, ropes of cum splattering all over the porcelain of the toilet seat and dirting the floor. Tenna’s nails clawed into Spamton’s sides, hard enough that he knew his hips would be bruised tomorrow morning.
Tenna let out a loud, needy whimper as the last waves of his orgasm subsided, head resting on top of Spamtons, letting out deep, heaving breaths, as if he’d just run a marathon. He scowled as he turned around and grabbed Tenna’s shoulders, glaring into his stunned eyes.
“You- you fuckin’ think we’re done?” He growled, watching as Tenna tried to stutter out a response, his brain still stuck trying to process how hard he’d cum.
He didn’t wait for him to catch up, he grabbed Tenna’s hand and rolled up the sleeve, holding him by the wrist as he shoved the digits between his legs. Tenna’s eyes went wide as his hand pressed against his folds, arousal already beginning to re-harden his cock as the tips of his fingers pressed against Spamton’s entrance.
“Stand still.” He demanded, not waiting another second before he thrust down on Tenna’s hand, moaning as his long, thick fingers pushed inside.
“Y-yes sir.” Tenna replied, and he shivered, the honorific sending a pulse of pleasure between his legs. Fuck, he was easy.
He sloppily humped against Tenna’s palm, shivering as his fingers curled against just the right spot, choking out a moan as Tenna began to rub against his t-dick with his thumb. He bit down hard on his lip, bringing his hand to his face and slapping it over his mouth, refusing to let out the noises Tenna’s fingers were pushing out of him.
He desperately tried to keep it together, but his brain was beginning to melt from the pleasure, tension winding inside him so tight that every muscle in his body felt on the verge of snapping. He couldn't decide what was more humiliating, that he was about to cum in less than five minutes, or that it was only from Tenna’s goddamn fingers.
Tenna’s other arm grabbed at him and pried the hand away from his mouth, staring at him with a near primal intensity, their faces mere inches away as he drew in close.
“Let me hear you,” Tenna pleaded, “Please, sir.”
Suddenly Tenna began to move his hand, fingers thrusting even deeper, moving quicker and rougher, so fast he could barely keep up with the pace, He couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from his lips, high and needy, fucking shameful but it felt so good.
“Tenna- oh fuck Tenna, I’m gonna-” He barely managed to choke out before his entire body shook with the force of the orgasm that slammed into him, his head hittiing the tiled wall behind him, hands clawing at Tenna’s arm as he screamed.
His mind completely blanked, back arching as he came hard, tears prickling at the edges of his eyes as his teeth dug into his lip so hard it drew blood. Drool ran down his chin alongside beads of sweat, failing to stay upright and collapsing back onto the toilet seat.
Tenna’s hand had been completely drenched in his squirt, and he wore a shocked expression on his face, cheeks burning with blush and cock already back to full hardness and dripping between his legs.
He groaned as he pulled Tenna’s fingers out, shivering a bit as he stared at how wet they were, watching as his own fluids dripped off the ends of them and splattered onto the floor.
They were quiet for a long stretch of time, nothing but shaky breathing as the two of them tried to come down from what just happened. He began to sheepishly pull up the clothing that had bunched up around his legs, wiping himself off with the toilet paper, refusing to look Tenna in the eye.
Tenna did the same, quietly cleaning himself off, pulling back on his pants with a burning shame that seemed to leak into every hesitant movement, his head hanging low, staring at his own feet,
- - -
Spamton sat in Tenna’s office, absentmindedly listening to him rattle off plans for the next weeks of programs. He remembered everything from that night, everything that mattered anyway, with shockingly vivid detail to boot.
And he knew Tenna remembered as well.
He could tell from how Tenna shied away from any close physical contact around the employees, or from how his shoulders seemed to stiffen at any mention of taking a few drinks from the bar. Or how his eyes kept drifting to wildly inappropriate places whenever it was just the two of them backstage.
He nodded as Tenna sorted through the last few papers, organizing them and pushing them to the side as he cleared his throat, looking away as he spoke,
“So… Spamton,” Tenna started, a long, awkward pause following as a shaky smile spread on his face.
“Wanna head out for a night at the club?”