Misfits Kink Meme post- Simon/Nathan NC-17
Title: Love In This Club
Author: Kuroshokora
Pairing: Simon/Nathan
Rating: NC-17
Summary: PWP for this prompt at the Misfits Kink meme: Simon and Nathan are trippin' balls at the club and end up in a bathroom stall together. Up to you whether they're just making out, fucking, or somewhere in between.
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Simon thinks this is the first time he felt really alive. He can feel eyes on him, approving eyes, lustful gazes and smiles. People wanting to talk to him, dance with him... be with him. He has a beer in one hand, the other brushing over a girl's waist as she moves fluidly against him, and he doesn't even feel awkward at the rush of hormonal want. He feels... he feels confident. He's smiling from ear to ear as the music pulses through him like an orgasm, and he thinks that maybe he could have sex right now. The idea of the night ending in a lonely drunken wank isn't worth thinking about, so he doesn't, because he doesn't have to do. For the first time, he thinks he might be able to be one of those men who just picks up girls in random clubs.
"You alright?" Nathan asks for the third time with a huge smile, and it doesn't even sound like he's being made fun of, just that Nathan's having a good time and doesn't need to make fun of everybody else to feel better.
"Yes. I feel good." Simon states, turning towards him while he finished off his beer.
Nathan took the empty bottle and Simon didn't bother to look where he put it. The other boy's hand fell down on his shoulder in a friendly sort of pat, which somehow turned into his fingers curving around the back of Simon's neck.
Then, they're dancing, Nathan wild and rolling his hips and his limbs through the air, Simon swaying and beaming, rocking to the rhythm.
"Everybody's looking at us," Simon comments, not feeling anywhere near as uncomfortable as he probably should, with Nathan touching him, but then, most of the time when Nathan touches him, it's only to take the piss.
"Everybody's looking at you, weird kid. It's sexayyy..." Nathan slurs, his grin lopsided, sliding his hands to Simon's hips.
It sends pleasant tingles through Simon's already buzzing body. His hands fly out to press against Nathan's chest, and they're actually moving together now, both their bodies moving at the same time. Together. Nathan's arms loop around his neck, still with a stupid grin on his face, and his pupils totally blown. The music pumps over them, through them, and their hips roll together, hard.
"I need a piss," Nathan mutters, patting Simon's cheek and laughing before stepping back.
As he pulls away, there's a moment when the magic slips and Simon feels a little lost and alone again. Before Nathan seizes his hand, twirling around and dragging him along, pulling him to the toilets.
Nathan let go of his hand when they got there, stepping backwards into the toilet stall. Simon slumps bonelessly against the door and listens to Nathan pissing, listening to him humming little snatches of the songs playing in the club. Then the sound of a flush, and then for a while, silence.
He edged closer, knocking a lot less timidly than usual. Nathan peered out at him, running both hands through his curls in a way that it fleetingly occurred to Simon was almost seductive. Then Nathan grabbed him and pulled him in, and Simon had no doubt.
"You hate me." he says, a little questioningly, and Nathan smiles, pushing him hard into the side.
"If I hated you, Si, I wouldn't be fucking you..." he drawled, trailing a clumsy finger down his jaw before attacking him with lips.
"You called me Simon," Simon tries to say, but his mouth was full of Nathan's tongue and it comes out more like "yucallmmmsimmmmm..."
What exactly they were doing didn't really cross his mind. Only a sudden feeling of, oh, that's nice, and gripping Nathan's curls hard so that he can kiss him back with all the want and passion from all that dancing and music and ohhh yesss Nathan's lean body pressed against his...
In an instant, Simon had spun him round, hands grabbing at his shoulders, and slamming him against the wall. Nathan smiled against his lips, doing his best to shove his tongue down Simon's throat, his hands grabbing at every inch of Simon he could reach.
"Ohhh, I'm so ready for it." Nathan growled, bracing one leg against the toilet rim and the other around Simon's waist, spread eagled.
He still talks the same shit as when he's sober, but this time it sounds serious and Simon thinks that he's so ready for it, too. His cock is hard and throbbing and Nathan's hands are all over him, on his chest and his thighs and then gripping his crotch with both hands.
"Mm, big boy," Nathan smirks, his lips slick with Simon's spit, and wriggling out of his trousers and boxers.
Simon groans, eyes wide and dark from lust and drugs, and he wants his trousers off too.
"Oh, I want to fuck you all night," he says in a breathy rush "I want you to ride my cock."
And... he really didn't realise he'd said that out loud until Nathan grins at him and winks, pushing Simon's shirt up and leaning forwards to suck at his chest like a wild animal. Like a little kid who can't decide which bit he wants to try first.
Nathan's wet mouth connects with Simon's hard nipple, whether by chance or design, and it doesn't really matter because it feels amazing. He fumbles with his belt and Nathan reaches to try and help and just gets in the way. Eventually, though, his trousers and boxers are around his ankles and Nathan swings his legs desperately around Simon's waist to pull him in close, their cocks slamming together and they gasp in unison.
"Touch." Nathan mutters, grabbing Simon's hand and dragging it down.
Nathan's cock feels warm, heavy and hard in his hand. Both like and not like his own, and he thrusts messily against Simon's palm. Simon leans in to kiss him passionately, their tongues clashing, and grabs his own neglected cock in his other hand, stroking them both with the same speed, grunting and groaning from the heat coursing through him.
Tightening his legs around Simon, Nathan braces one foot on the toilet, gripping Simon's shoulder with one hand and coating the fingers of the other liberally in spit. Simon stares unashamedly at his fingers as they disappear behind him, and watches Nathan's eyes widen and his mouth open, his tongue poking between his lips, pink and wet.
"You're gonna get to fuck me, Barry." he giggled, thrusting his fingers in, and out, as Simon wanked them both together, rhythmically.
"I want to." Simon stated softly, smiling, as Nathan slavered spit and precome over Simon's length, making him twitch and whimper, seizing his hips for purchase.
Their hips came together, slotting together, Simon sinking into him, his eyes way too far wide and Nathan's eyes fixed on his like it's just the best thing ever. Simon thinks it could be. And then they start moving, and everything rushes through Simon in waves, waves of pleasure and heat and want, for this, for the sex, for Nathan. He thrusts, and Nathan pushes back, laughing and moaning and holding onto him. Simon's dimly aware that he's out of his mind, that he's pissed and high and whatever the hell happened to his power, but fuck, he thinks he might have wanted this all along.
They come together, against the wall of the toilet, thrusting and shuddering and moaning, with Nathan wrapped around him and him inside him. God, he's wanted this. They slump, spent, the rush subsiding, the buzz dying, and stay in silence a moment before Nathan speaks.
"Does this make me the melon?"
*END*