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Warnings: Conflicting tastes, alcohol consumption (yes, this is a world when people can legally drink after 18, like in normal countries), discussion of sexual positions, loud music, public toilets, vomit, mentions of homophobia, drunk Rhett, consensual kissing.
I step out of my room in my plaid shirt, only to find Rhett on the couch, with his long legs on the coffee table. He's wearing a tight red shirt, unbuttoned at the top. At my arrival, he looks up from his phone and shoots me a disapproving look.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"A... shirt?" I answer cautiously.
"My grandpa wears shirts like this," he snorts. "We're going to a dance club, not a country club!"
I suddenly feel very protective of my plaid top. "But I like this shirt!"
"Well, I don't!" He jumps up, turns me around, and pushes me back to my room. "We're not going anywhere until you wear something that actually looks good on you!"
Seems like I can't do much against the Rhett-shaped irresistible force, so I surrender.
He rips my wardrobe open, and starts digging through my stuff.
"Hey!" I grunt. "Don't invade my wardrobe!"
"Technically, it's my wardrobe, I just let you put your things into it!" he smirks, and continues to rummage through my clothes.
"Yes, because I pay for it!" I roll my eyes so hard, it almost hurts.
"Try this!" He throws me a green tee, and I quickly put it on, before he can get his head out of my wardrobe.
I had no idea I own this piece of clothing.
"That's better!" He pats my shoulder, and I catch a whiff of his cologne, which smells like cotton candy. "Let's go!" he shouts, and drags me out of my room.
***
Rhett insists we should pregame before the main event, so he leads me to a weird tiki bar. Or it's a normal tiki bar, and tiki bars are just weird in general.
He orders us beers, and we settle in at a table.
We start talking, or more like, he talks and I listen. He tells me about what’s going on at school (why does he even study business? It sounds boring as hell), then he recounts funny stories from a party he attended last week (it’s not easy to figure out what he’s trying to say though, because he’s cackling all throughout), then he starts talking about either soccer or football or handball (I honestly can’t tell).
Despite my best efforts, I lose the thread of his thoughts, especially as I get more and more tipsy.
I try to not to stare too obviously at his lips, which is also getting harder as time passes.
After finishing our beers, he flags down a waiter in a hideous aloha shirt, and orders us three shots each.
"Let's play a game," he starts with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I make a statement, and if it's true, you drink. And vice versa."
"Okay," I mutter, already feeling uncomfortable.
"You’ve never failed a test."
"Well, that's true," I admit. “Would’ve been weird with my mother being a teacher and all.”
“Wait, Emma is a teacher?”
“Uh, elementary teacher, yeah.”
He cocks his head. “And what is she teaching?”
“Math?”
“Ah, right,” he says, grinning. “That’s why you’re so fucking clever, makes sense now!”
“Uh.” That’s all I say, before I finally chug down the first shot. It burns my throat, and I hardly manage to stop myself from coughing. Also, it’s getting hot. It’s probably the alcohol.
Rhett looks at me expectantly. I need to figure out something embarrassing.
"You like sappy movies."
"What's wrong with sappy movies?" he complains, then downs a shot. "Some sappiness causes happiness."
I don't say anything, just raise my eyebrow.
"You don't have a driving license," he states, and I shake my head.
"I do. We just don't have a car, so it's useless."
Rhett pouts and I'm just happy that I managed to survive this round.
"Um, you're afraid of spiders."
"Who isn’t? They have long legs, and they crawl so fast! In fact, insects in general are terrifying."
I shrug. "I don't think there's anything wrong with spiders. They catch flies and stuff."
"Have I told you, you're weird?"
"Did you know that you eat about ten spiders in your life while you're sleeping?"
"Ew." He makes such a funny disgusted face, I almost start laughing. "I could've lived without knowing that information. But I guess it's too late now."
He lifts his glass like he's toasting me, then downs the drink, at last.
Vagina pineapple plays in the background.
"I think… you've never kissed a girl."
"Obviously." The second shot seems less painful than the first one.
I only need one more thing to win this game, and I feel a strange surge of competitiveness.
"You were lying when you said you listen to classical music."
"What? You really think I'd lie in such an unimportant thing?"
I look at him dead in the eye, trying to focus my blurry gaze. "Prove it."
He draws his perfect eyebrows together, scoffs, and opens his Spotify on his phone. He really does have a playlist full of classical.
"Moonlight Sonata is a masterpiece, so don't you dare talk shit about Beethoven."
Oof.
He leans forward, a cheeky smile playing on his lips, and I can’t stop my eyes wandering there once again.
Damn his lips.
"You're a power bottom."
Fuck. Do I really have to answer that? He keeps firm eye contact, and I’m blushing furiously, which makes everything about a hundred times worse.
I down my last shot without saying anything.
He slaps the table triumphantly. "I won!"
"Hey, you started, so I have one more-"
"I won," he repeats, beaming, then empties his last glass without hesitation. He shivers a bit, when he puts it down on the table.
I'm about to say something about cheating, when he abruptly stands up.
"Let's go, I'm ready to dance!"
He makes some moves that don't remind me of any kind of dance, and starts towards the entrance.
I sigh, and follow him obediently.
***
As we enter the club, I immediately regret coming here. There are a lot of people, which shouldn't surprise me, considering it's Friday. That's when everyone goes clubbing, because there's no work or classes the next day, right?
Rhett seems to know this place well, as he grabs my wrist, and pulls me towards the dance floor. Where there are even more people, loud music, and blinding lights. Ugh. Even the light buzz I have doesn't help with feeling a bit uncomfortable.
He starts to dance (or at least I think he thinks he's dancing), and I try to catch up too. I've never been good at anything that involves moving my legs, so I just hope it doesn't look as awkward as I think it looks.
People around us don’t seem to mind my presence, since they're mostly fixated on Rhett.
He dances with a couple of girls, and a guy, who puts his hands places which seem tad inappropriate to me, considering the situation. It doesn't bother Rhett much, and I just feel...
Weird.
Here I am, feeling lonely among dozens of people.
Rhett dances closer to me.
"You okay?" he shouts to my ear.
"Yeah," I lie, to which he shoots a wide smile at me.
He puts one of his arms around my shoulder, and starts jumping. I have no other choice than join him in this activity. I suddenly become very aware of how close we are, his arm around my shoulder, our hips bumping, and my nose filled with his cotton candy smell. As a result of the jumping, I start to feel the buzz again.
My bladder also starts to feel the previously consumed drinks.
I stop, and lean closer to Rhett.
"I need go to the toilet," I shout at him, and he nods, and goes on to dance with whomever he finds.
Well, the toilet is totally disgusting.
There are random pieces of torn toilet paper on the floor, alongside broken bottles and suspicious stains. Also, I'm pretty sure there's something rotten here.
I cautiously open the first stall, only to find a toilet flooded with brown-ish water. Ew.
The second stall is occupied, and I hear gagging noises, so either someone's having fun, or not. Depending on the number of the participants.
A guy just leaves the fourth stall, and I slide in after him. At least this one looks like a toilet. I try not to touch anything while I do my stuff, though.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I realize that I’ve totally lost Rhett. And I don't really see the point of looking for him either, as there are so many people around here. I can only hope that he'll turn up eventually.
I end up sitting down on one of the free couches a bit farther from the dance floor. Maybe I should've bought a drink, because I must look pathetic alone here, doing nothing but ogling the dancers.
Surprisingly enough, I don't stay by myself for so long, as a blond woman in a short dress, decides to sit down next to me.
"Hello sweetie," she whispers to my ear and nuzzles up to me. I quickly try to scan my brain for any ways to leave this situation as fast as I can. I scoot away a little, but she's still way into my comfort zone. "You wanna dance?" she asks, ignoring my tries to get away from her.
And puts her hand on my lap.
Watcher, I don't want her hand on my lap.
"I'M GAY!" I shout to her face, to which she finally jerks off her hand, makes a disgusted face, and flees.
Hello homophobia, my old friend.
Damn, I need a drink.
I'm about to reach the bar, when I see Rhett’s red shirt making out with a guy in a very glittery blazer that makes him look like he has scales. Well, maybe making out is a polite expression to what they're doing. I quickly avert my gaze.
I know it shouldn't bother me, but still. Rhett can make out with any fish guy he wants, it's not my business. Not that I expected him to be around me all night, no way.
When I finally sit down at the bar, I ask for a shot, which I down with one gulp. Now it's pretty clear that it was a mistake, coming here. There's too much noise, too many people, and I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.
"Hey, handsome!" someone shouts to my ear, which startles me. Then I realize it's just Rhett, who lost his undershirt somewhere, and looks fuzzy and freshly kissed. "Wanna dance?"
"I was actually thinking about going home," I admit, to which he produces the most dramatic pout I've ever seen.
"But we just got here! The party hasn’t even started!" He slides down and lays his head in front of me. I doubt he's thirsty anymore.
"I've seen you throat deep in a guy, maybe dance with him?" I offer.
"Naaaaah, it was awful!" he whines. "It felt like kissing a fish! So slimy! Ew."
Now it's my turn to produce a dramatic facial expression, which is an eyeroll.
"Ooooolls!" He flails, almost hitting me in the face. "Dance with meeeee!"
He's looking at me, eyes unfocused, lips slightly parted, and Watcher, he's so freaking handsome. I sigh, helplessly. "I know you're not gonna stop bugging me, so okay."
He beams, stands up, and reaches for my hand (which he misses). I follow suit, and start to feel dizzy again, right when I get to my feet. Rhett finally manages to get a hold on my hand, which sends a strange shiver through my body, and drags me towards the dance floor.
If I thought there couldn't be more people than previously, I was completely wrong.
Isn't there a limit to how many people are allowed in such a small place?
Rhett leads me to the crowd, and starts dancing. More like jumping around. Since there's even less space than before, we're constantly bumping into others. And each other.
Is he doing it on purpose?
I can't see his face clearly in the flashing lights, but I still feel his eyes on me.
A small, womanly shaped dancer appears next to him, and tries to steal him for a dance. He turns her around, and slides behind me.
We end up pressed to each other, and I feel his hands gliding up on my sides.
Watcher.
He whispers something in my ear, which I don't hear because of the loud music, but his breath tickles my skin. Suddenly, he places a kiss on my neck, which makes me completely lose my shit. My body starts acting autonomously, I tilt my head, feeling his warm lips on my neck, and lift my hand to grab his hair.
He clutches my waist with a firm hand, and pulls me even closer to him. I suck in a breath as he places another kiss near my ear. My whole body tingles, and I'm pretty sure I let out a moan, even if I don't hear it. And oh my.
He's getting hard.
Oh my, I'm getting hard too.
He suddenly snaps back his head, and his hands stop, before they can reach the prominent lump on my pants.
"I love this song!" he shouts to my ear, and lets me go.
I blink a few times, my drunken brain slowly trying to process what just happened. Rhett got back to flailing, shouting the lyrics of the loud song that surrounds us.
All I ever wanted was to find you
He grabs my hand, and gives me a twirl.
Find a love I never knew
I want his hand back on my waist.
I can feel the pain inside me fading
Someone bumps into me, and I almost lose my footing, but Rhett, who I'm still holding hands with, catches me. He also says something, which I don't hear.
While I'm fading into you
He places his lips on mine.
I kiss him back. His lips are chapped and taste like alcohol. But it feels good.
It feels so fucking good.
When he slips his tongue into my mouth, my heart wants to burst.
And I can't stop kissing him. I don't wanna stop kissing him.
He slides his hands down on my back, squeezing my ass. Holy shit, I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
When we part (to my dismay), he hugs me and shouts to my ear, "Now we can go home!"
Yes, that's exactly what I want.
***
As we get to the entrance of our building, hand in hand, something in the back of my mind starts prickling. I almost dozed off on the fifteen minute taxi ride, which seems to have cleared my head a bit.
Rhett stumbles in front of me as we enter, but I steady him.
“Fuck, I’m wasted!” He laughs, and continues to pull me up to our flat. His ass looks so damn good from that angle; bless him for wearing his pants distractingly tight all the time.
I have no idea how we get in, as I’m pretty sure Rhett is too drunk to find the keyhole. Maybe practice helps.
Fuck.
Suddenly, I think about how many people he brought here. How many people held his hand like I do now. How many people he kissed before me. Damn, he even kissed multiple people tonight.
He pins me to the door and kisses me passionately. It feels so amazing, that I almost forget all my doubts. My heart is racing in my chest as he starts sliding his hand under my tee.
It’s a tangled, heated mess of tongues and teeth and touches. My hand grabbing his hair. Warm fingers drawing circles on my waist. Hardness pressed to my hips. And fuck, it feels so good to be wanted like this.
He rips off my hairband, and starts pulling on my hair. I slide my hand down on his chest, feeling his heart beating rapidly under my palm. He moves to trailing kisses along my neck, and I let out a very needy sound. Fuck, that feels incredible, and fuck, he’s so good at this and…
Wait, fuck.
I open my eyes, as it hits me. Why would I be different from anyone else he brought to bed? Why would this thing be anything else than a one night stand?
His closeness suddenly feels uncomfortable.
“Wait,” I say out loud this time, and he stops immediately, his breath still lingering on my neck. I stand still for a few moments, and watch him leaning back, looking at me with hazy, beautiful dark eyes.
“I-I don’t think we should do this,” I whisper. He starts blinking in confusion.
“Ah, shit.” He averts his gaze and rakes through his hair, which I was grabbing just a few moments ago. He looks dizzy. “Oliver, I’m sorry, I didn’t… I shouldn’t…” he mumbles, then turns around and starts staggering towards the bathroom.
I’m still standing there, pressed to the door, when I hear retching noises. I think he barely made it.
Shit.
***
I barely sleep, as I spend most of the night dwelling on the thought of that damned kiss. I mean kisses. And the other things.
I have no idea if I did the right thing. Maybe I just should've let it happen, because I clearly wanted it, and probably I still do. But I know Rhett by now. He's a flirt. And I really don't want to make it weird and awkward between us. Or maybe I already made it awkward due to not sleeping with him.
Watcher. I suddenly remember how complicated relationships can be.
I end my dreadful inner monologue when the clock ticks a time that I find appropriate to rise.
I almost finish my breakfast, still lost in thought, when Rhett appears at the kitchen door.
"Morning!" He smiles, and makes a beeline to the coffee machine. His hair is tousled, and he looks kinda tired, to be honest.
We don't say a word to each other as I down the remnants of my coffee. Right, this is the awkwardness, I wanted to avoid. Should I try to make a conversation? Should I mention what happened last night?
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Well... stuff happened! And we have a new voting HERE! Please help this poor boy make up his mind lol. Or not. It's up to you! I'll close the voting on the 15th of May!
But hoo boy, this chapter is the longest in the whole thing, and it did give me a bunch of headaches lol. I was not looking forward to the club scene, and I admit I was dragging it a bit, but it's done now! I also had to make a lot more poses than I wanted to (thanks for SFS being down for a while). But well. At least they look exactly how I wanted them to look, so... kind of a win? On top of the whole frickery, DW decided to break the rich text editor, so I had to upload this whole chapter in html. Nice.
But enough of the complaining!
Again, many-many thanks to Anachronisims for betaing, despite the difficulties!
The music featured in the club was Fading by Alle Farben & ILIRA!
I'm very-very curious about what you think! So feel free to comment... anywhere. Honestly, I see them, and will answer! And I promise the next chapter won't take me 2 months to complete lol.
Also, please don't forget to vote! :)
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Date: 2020-05-02 19:32 (UTC)I told you this at chapter 3 already but I just love the way you stage your pictures. The attention to background details and expression really sells Rhett and Olivers Dynamic to me - the pictures are so well taken that they could convoy the story without any additional words (which I do enjoy as well!).
And oh man how I do feel with oliver throughout this whole chapter. The whole feeling alone at a club, not being sure abut anything and the alcohol haze... very familar and very well written indeed.
It doesnt matter a t what pace you arite/take pictures - I really appreciate you sharing a story with us!
- a lurker
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Date: 2020-05-03 10:45 (UTC)Haha, I used some personal experiences in the club scene, so yeah XD I felt like Oliver before!
Thank you so much for liking and enjoying the story! And commenting! It means a lot to me <3
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Date: 2020-05-03 01:23 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-05-03 10:50 (UTC)plus one chapter 4
Date: 2020-05-03 13:00 (UTC)Re: plus one chapter 4
Date: 2020-05-03 14:03 (UTC)Thank you so much! I hope I can get the next chapter done sooner than later!
Vagina Pineapple
Date: 2020-05-04 15:57 (UTC)~simsllama
Re: Vagina Pineapple
Date: 2020-05-06 20:30 (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-05-25 17:11 (UTC)Oliver did not fare too well in the club! Wondering if he can get Rhett to engage in some quieter, more introverted hobbies too!! -NikkaSimms
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Date: 2025-05-26 21:35 (UTC)Lol, the club wasn't too fun for Ollie, so many people, loud music (and music he doesn't even like that much on top of it!)... But Rhett can be chill - when he's in the mood lol!