Fun times shall never end! (Vin)(M)

[Vincent Verax]

"Y'can take m'ass anywhere y'wanna." Vincent barked out without a hint of hesitation, winking at Brendan in his usual exaggerated fashion. Tabletop, backseat, middle of a crowded bar, and anywhere and everywhere in between sounded like damn good fun to Vincent. If before he'd just been testing the waters, now he was about to cannonball his way in.

He could almost feel the hitch in Brendan's breath by the movement of his chest, considering how close they were pressed together. Once again, his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He was reading Brendan like a book now, surveying his reactions to every little touch, every suggestive word, every piercing look. This was a situation familiar to Vin and he knew exactly what to look for.

Now that he'd seen it, it was time to get serious.

"I'm more than willin' t'learn." Vin purred, his heart giving a heavy thump of excitement in his chest. The chase might have been exhilarating, but when it came down to it, Vincent preferred the kill. And now? Now he was just playing with his food.

Self-control was also a factor missing in the majority of Vincent's life, which was what had him only slightly worried at the effect their too-close dancing was having on him. If things got too far right now, Vincent doubted he would know when to stop. Thankfully, there was just enough time from the new song to help Vin keep himself in check.

He was laughing as they retreated from atop the bar, still with one arm slung around Brendan because, let's face it, he doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself, and why should he when he had someone like Brendan to keep them on instead? "Fuck yeah! We're th'shit." Vin added, giving a little tickle to Bren's stomach. Round 3? 4? Oh fuck it, he'd lost count of the number of shots they'd had, but that didn't matter because this one went down just like the others.

Drawing his bottom lip between his teeth, Vincent coaxed Brendan slightly away from the crush of people at the bar, laughing when the man's hands came to rest on the sides of his face. "Well... I got a better idea." They were already sinfully close and Vincent had seen enough to know that what he did next shouldn't have been too poorly received.

So with that, he lifted his hand to the back of Brendan's head, finally closing the remaining space between them and pulled Brendan into a proper kiss. It was immediate, the spark that emanated from that contact, and Vincent didn't want to waste anymore time. His fingers buried into Brendan's hair while his other arm wound around his waist as his heart pounded in his ears.

For being as... well-practiced as he was with this kind of thing, Vincent had to admit than in all his years of tail-chasing, he'd never had a kiss that thrilled him quite as much as this one. Perhaps it was because it was so forbidden, perhaps it was the incredible chemistry they had, but whatever it was, Vincent could only come to one conclusion. He wanted more.

[Brendan James]

“Anywhere, huh?” And there was… something in his eyes. Like he’d taken Vin’s words as a dare. And with a grin on his face very similar to the Chesire Cat’s, he looked almost evil. But in a totally hot kind of way. Because no matter what Bren did, it was sure to exude his hotness. “Well if you’re offering, I might just have to take you up on it.”

With a coy chuckle, he shook his head. “Why do I find myself doubting your commitment to learn?” Licking his lips, he shrugged nonchalantly. “You’ll just have to convince me you’re all too willing to… Take in my knowledge.”

Obviously, so very obviously, the liquor was still working it’s magic over Brendan. Not that he minded too much. He was enjoying himself. And that’s all he ever actually wanted out of a day, to enjoy himself.

Giving a girl like squeal when Vin tickled his stomach, Brendan’s body lurched slightly. Yes, he was incredibly ticklish. Which actually didn’t begin to describe just how ticklish he was. After recovering from his little fit, he smiled. “We are the fuckin’ shit! We’re badass motherfuckers! We run this shit!” Nodding with confidence that he and his companion were in fact the center of attention in the bar, instead of the half dressed women on the bar.

Being lured away from the crowd, there was a tightening in his stomach. He knew. He knew that this was it. And despite his normal calm self, Brendan was nervous. But it was a combination of both bad and good nervous. He’d kissed men before. But… This was entirely different. Because each of those times before he knew it would and he’d be the one to stop it. This time though, he wasn’t sure if he’d stop it.

When their lips finally met, it caught him by surprise just how much he felt with it. All the sparks. It wasn’t like any other kiss he’d had before. So much that it threw him off for a moment and all he did was stand there, being kissed.

That moment passed though. And he began kissing his student back. His hands moved from his face, to his chest, then finally came to rest on his back. And he pressed their bare chests close together.

The thoughts that should’ve been going through his head were something like, ‘this is wrong’, ‘I’m going to be fired’, ‘this is wrong’, ‘what is going on this me?’, ‘this is wrong’.

But the only thing he could think about was how much he liked the feel on Vin’s lips. And that he wanted more.

[Vincent Verax]

Suddenly, it was like the crowd had disappeared. All that mattered and all that existed was just the two of them and Vincent was reveling in the taste and heat of Brendan's mouth. The music and the sounds of the people around them had faded into nothing more than a dull roar in the back of Vincent's head and for a moment he almost panicked. Brendan's lack of reciprocation worried him that maybe he had read the signs wrong and maybe, just maybe, he was going to get pushed away.

Thankfully, that was not the case. When Brendan finally snapped out of his shock, Vin released a pleased sounding groan into his mouth. His eyes shut tighter as he felt Brendan's hands move, his skin tingling wherever they alighted. He couldn't ever remember a time when he'd felt like this. Usually he was the one doing the enthralling, but there was just something about Brendan that Vincent couldn't get enough of.

He pulled back only to take a breath before his lips were flush with Brendan's again, his tongue running along the part of them. His fingers combed through the teacher's hair before he brought his hand back to mold along the curve of his jaw. Vin's thumb rested on the side of his face, just in front of his ear, while his fingertips curled downward, softly brushing along the skin of Brendan's neck.

Vincent swore he could feel his blood circulating in his veins, blossoming from in his chest and moving down throughout his arms, feeling it even in the very tips of his fingers, which were now dragging up and down along Brendan's bare back. He felt dizzy, delirious, and he couldn't quite tell if it was the alcohol to blame, or just because this was Brendan and he'd been battling the powerful attraction to him all night

Vincent had never thought a kiss could be this intense before, but here he was thrumming like guitar strings just from the touch of Brendan's lips.

As he drew back for a second time, he had Brendan's bottom lip caught gently between his teeth. He gave it a tug before releasing it, breathing a bit heavier than normal as his nose brushed again's Bren's cheek and his mouth came up next to his ear again. "Wow." His voice was a little raspy, but the smile that soon spread over his face said it all.

[Brendan James]

This kiss was so much more than Brendan thought it would be. If he thought his head had been swimming before, it was nothing compared how it felt while they kissed. It was as if… As if… Well, he didn’t know what it was like really. But his senses seemed to dull, but heighten at the same time.

The fluorescent lights dulled, causing less to shine through his eyelids. He couldn’t hear the roar of crowd or the music in the bar, but he could hear the sound of their kiss. While he was sure others were moving around them and brushing against them as they walked by, the only thing he felt was Vin’s skin touching his own.

And all he could think was just how glorious it all was.

His lips turned almost instant pout when Vin pulled away. Even if it was for only a breath. Because that was just a moment too long for their lips not to touch during their first kiss. And Brendan would have none that. So once their lips touched again, one of his hands slid up to the back of head, tangling into his hair, and held his student in place as he kissed more deeply, parting his lips for only seconds at a time.

With one hand at the back of Vin’s head, the other was entertaining itself by trickling it’s fingers over Vin’s stomach and sides.

Trembling slightly, when Vin pulled away again, Brendan was wondering why he’d been so hesitant before. That kiss was… Simply put, perfection. “Yes… Wow…” He said with a breathy chuckle. Though, in all honesty, ‘wow’ didn’t seem enough to describe it. It was so much more than just ‘wow’. He wanted more. A lot more. Though… He wasn’t sure how much of his desire was him and how much was the five? Or was it six? Well… he wasn’t sure if it were the shots or not. But he didn’t feel a need to question it though.

With Vin so close to him, it was easy to keep on kissing on him and even nip gently at his ear lobe. He was very much acting like a puppy who’d just gotten a brand new toy. All he wanted to do was play with it more and more. And if the kisses and nips weren’t enough, perhaps the fact that Brendan was still running his hand up and down Vin’s flat stomach was.

“In all honesty,” He spoke into his student’s ear, “this was not my plan. I brought you to New York for dancing, drinking, and fun. Make-outs were not in my plan.” But… The smile on his face said he was so entirely thrilled that that’s how the night went.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent's muscles quivered and tightened under each pass of Brendan's hand, like little shocks of electricity were charging through him, and his head was pounding with either the beat of the music or the heavy thudding of his heart. Which, he couldn't tell. For always having been the one in control, being smooth, calm and collected and prepared, this was an entirely new feeling. Instead of being the one taking the lead, this had been more of a push-and-pull, a give-and-take, and he found he didn't mind it at all. In fact, it may have been better this way.

Brendan's laugh warmed him and he curled his hand up so that his knuckles were grazing along his cheekbone. He tilted his chin up and brought Bren down to him again, but this time only to look up into Brendan's eyes, then bump their foreheads together with another small laugh. He couldn't even remember a time when he'd felt so accomplished.

He was nearly purring with each little kiss and nip that he was provided, a low noise coming from somewhere in his throat that he wasn't even sure he was making. It all seemed a little too good to be true. But as he received, he was sure to give back, nibbling impishly on Brendan's lower lip and tracing the shell of Brendan's ear with the tip of his tongue. He even went so far as to trail kisses down Bren's neck, eagerly tasting sweat and skin.

His other hand dragged over Brendan's back, coming to rest above his hip. He traced the ridge of his hipbone, his thumb dipping down into the hollow beside it. "S'nice when things don' always go as y'planned, huh?" Vincent said with a laugh, leaning back just a little so he could survey Brendan's face.

He used his handhold to pull their hips together, letting his lips brush against Brendan's jaw, then finding his mouth once again. He spoke against Brendan's lips, growling just a little for effect. "Now let's get serious." Vin's finger pressed a little harder into Bren's skin and he kissed him with fervor, more vigorous and demanding than the exploratory and faintly tentative kisses from before.

[Brendan James]

Every kiss, every lick, every touch. They sent electric currents all over Brendan’s body. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. And that thrilled him. He was always the one to try new things. But if he grew tired or bored, he moved on quickly. He couldn’t imagine anybody growing tired of feeling like this. It was thrilling, exhilarating, glorious. Actually… It was none of those words. It was purely indescribable. But he could try.

When his tongue flicked out, Brendan shook. Why in the hell had he resisted this most of the night? When he felt his lips on his skin, it almost literally took his breath away. Then he was filled with an overwhelming feeling to not let their skin not ever touch. And even though they were pressed together, he wanted to be closer, thinking the contact they were having was simply not enough for him.

Brendan left a trail of kisses over Vin’s skin, leading from his shoulder to his neck to the other of his neck. Only once on the opposite side of his neck did he kiss and nip along his student’s jawbone.

And his hands, they couldn’t find a single place to rest. They’d been running along his chest and stomach muscles, his fingers dipping in and out of the definition of them. But then they found their way to his back and found that the muscles there were just as firm and enjoyable to stroke and rub. Then his shoulders. And arms too. Was there a single inch on this man that wasn’t toned to perfection?

With his forehead against Vin’s, a chuckle came from him too. “I suppose you could say that.” Of course, this little… Experience… made Brendan decide he was too much into planning. Of this was the kind of thing that could happen when you DIDN’T plan, well he’d have to do that a lot less.

Then… Then the kiss got serious. It was heated. More intense.

Brendan’s lips pushed more deeply against Vin’s, claiming them as his own. His hands found their way to the boy’s face, not willing to give him the option to pull away from him. Slowly, he walked, forcing Vin to move backwards until they were against a wall.

His hands were on the move again. One only ventured as far as Vin’s neck as still keep him from moving his head away. The other roaming against along his chest and stomach. Though that was a tad more difficult, since Brendan was pushed up against Vin so entirely.

[Vincent Verax]

Vincent's mouth parted over Brendan's neck, greedily sucking on the patch of skin right at the junction of his shoulder. He didn't linger long enough to leave a mark - though he wanted to - but when he pulled back, the area was slightly red. He smirked, only to be thrown a curve ball as he felt Brendan's teeth scrape against his jaw.

His head rolled to the side, providing Brendan easier access. His breaths came in short, quick bursts, riding so high on this heady feeling that he kept forgetting to breathe. He delighted in the feelings created by the roaming of Bren's hands, quite proud that someone was appreciating all his hard work. (Even better that it was Brendan doing the appreciating.)

The rush of sensation that cascaded over him in the moment the kiss grew was just that, a rushing torrent of feelings that Vincent had no words to describe. He just wanted it to continue, and he fought back against Brendan's mouth with just as much passion. When he felt the movement, he realized what Bren was trying to do and shakily he stepped backwards. The amount of alcohol in his system, however, was not playing nicely with his coordination, and he stumbled once and almost fell.

"Fuck." He breathed against Brendan's lips at his slip up, an automatic reaction more than anything, but he wasn't given much time to think about it, because before he knew it his back was pressed up against the wall and Brendan was practically on top of him and every part about it was amazing. The wall was cool and Brendan was radiating heat and Vincent's head was still spinning, but he refused to pull away. This was exactly what he wanted, what he'd wanted from the very beginning, and he wasn't going to give it up that easy.

Vincent's back arched, pressing himself into Brendan's hands as his teeth caught tongue and lips just as often as his own tongue did. Unfortunately, what reprieve he'd had before, when everything started to get a little too much, did not come again. And this time, he found that he didn't care. He hissed into Brendan's mouth as his hips moved with Brendan's own, grinding against him with little thought. He probably shouldn't have been doing that, but he also shouldn't have been making out with his teacher, let alone in a public place. But it all felt so good that Vincent just couldn't deny himself anymore.

[Brendan James]

Lost in the pleasure of their kiss, Brendan had all but completely forgotten they were in a bar. But honestly, can you blame him? Before tonight, he could’ve told you that Vincent was in fact an attractive guy. And he seemed like he’d be a fun person to be around. And if perhaps Brendan were a little younger and Vincent a little older, maybe they could’ve been friends. But the fact that Bren was his teacher made that inappropriate. Not that this wasn’t inappropriate, but that’s beside the point.

But now… After dancing on a table, doing shots, dancing on a bar, and making-out. Well Brendan was seeing things in a completely different light.

And thank god for that! If he’d continued his fight against not becoming involved with a student, he wouldn’t know this spark, this electricity that he felt with Vin. It was undeniable and unlike anything before. Never had he been so overwhelmed by a need, especially one that begged him to just be touching another person.

Though Vin’s hips moving against his own was particularly… Well it drove a new kind of need through Bren’s body and he moved his own back against his. And suddenly Vin’s lips weren’t enough. He pulled away, with the intention of moving immediately to his neck, but he realized just how lightheaded he felt as his head swayed for a moment.

And after taking a big gulp of air, he giggled. “Breathin’… Breathin’ ish probabl’ good.” His words were slurred. But then again, they’d done a number of shots and his lips were kinda tingly.

Looking at Vin’s face… He already couldn’t stand the fact that his lips weren’t on him. Any part of him! He dove for the boy’s neck, kissing, nipping, licking. Damn, why had he never felt this way before? He was nearly shaking with need.

And that’s what Brendan was doing to Vin’s neck, and still grinding his hips against the boy’s when he felt a tap on his should. At first he ignored it. Who the hell was coming to interrupt them at a time like this? Really? Couldn’t whoever it was see that they were just a taaad busy? But then another tap, and this time it was harder and accompanied by a deep voice. “Excuuuse me!”

With a groan, Brendan turned his head around. “Whaaat?” Annoyance the undertone to his voice. And yes, he’d stopped kissing and grinding his hips, but Vin was still between him and the wall. Wait? You thought just because Brendan was talking to somebody he’d allow Vin to get away from him? Please.

“Look… Ya’ gotta stop. Either stop or get out. We can’t have… People come to look at girls. Not guys.” It was obvious that the large bouncer Brendan was unfamiliar with was maybe just a little uncomfortable having interrupted their little scene. When Brendan nodded, he looked relieved and hurried away.

Looking back at Vin, stared at him for a moment, a clear smirk on his face. He wanted more. So much more. But was he drunk enough for that?… “One more shot.” Leaning in, he flicked his tongue across Vin’s lips. “Then we can get outta here… Unless you’ve been all talk tonight?”

[Vincent Verax]

There was a rumbling in Vin's throat when Brendan moved against him. His fingers bit into Brendan's side, almost hard enough to leave bruises, but he did not want this to stop. There was a sort of desperation in his movements, in the way he followed every swell and fall of Brendan's kiss, the way he held onto the teacher, and the near perfect arch in his back.

Vincent panted when their mouths finally separated, slumping back against the wall while he tried to catch his breath. Of course, he was still giving Brendan that fiery stare that promised so much more than this, but he couldn't help a smile. "Yeah... kinda 'mportan'." He relaxed his grip on Brendan's hip and instead wrapped his arm around his back.

There was a thud as his head collided with the wall, having thrown it back as Brendan descended on his neck. There was a dull sting, but he didn't care. It was gone as quickly as it had come, consumed by the pleasure created by Bren's attention. And just as Vincent was sure there was about to be a serious problem created by all the friction, there was a low voice that did not belong to Brendan interrupting them.

Vincent glared at the security guard for ruining the moment, but once he was gone, he sagged against the wall in defeat. He was probably right, they couldn't really do much more than this in a crowded bar without getting arrested. And while Vincent wasn't exactly terrified of that prospect, that would definitely put a damper on things.

"Alrigh'." He replied with a certain hint of reluctance, not wanting to leave this embrace, but smirked at the touch of Brendan's tongue against his lips. "Oh b'lieve me, 'm a lot more than jus' talk." As they moved back up towards the bar, Vincent hooked his arm around Brendan's midsection, his palm flat against his stomach. Really, like he was going to keep his hands to himself? Hardly. His fingers brushed the skin just above the waist of Bren's pants.

His chin came to rest on Brendan's shoulder and once again he growled right against Brendan's ear, obviously a little "frustrated" and craving the contact from before.

[Brendan James]

Brendan was more than just a little upset at having to disconnect from the boy he’d taken such a great interest in. And being as mature as he was, he even sulked a little as the fire that had been building in his veins died down a little.

But! Just as Vincent’s arm and hand were on him, Brendan’s arm was slung around his shoulders, keeping him as close as possible.

It wasn’t until their journey back to the bar that Brendan realized just how many people were staring at them. A few men. But mostly it was women in the bar who were staring at them, mouths hanging open. When first coming to this bar, he hadn’t expected so many women as patrons. But it was pretty fifty-fifty. And he sure quite a number were just there to accompany their boyfriends or husbands. Well… At least they got entertain for the night to right?

Hearing his growl in his ear, sent a shiver down his spine. Damn, he wished he could do a sexy growl. He tried once before and it sounded… Well the girl started laughing at him. And he was surprised that he found it to be such a turn on.

Slowly turning to Vin, he tongue flicked across the boy’s lips again. “You keep that up and we’ll get in trouble again.” With a smirk on his face, he kissed him before he could respond. A kiss that landed somewhere between the likeness of their two different kisses before. It may not have been as desperate for the need to touch, but it was obvious Brendan was having to work at holding himself back by the little shake in his lips.

Reaching the bar, he signaled for two more shots, then immediately turned back to Vin. “This should’ve happened a lot sooner than this.” And without shame, Brendan looked Vin up and down. Slowly. Very slowly. Taking in every curve of his body, every firm and toned muscle. Until finally he was looking him in the eye again. Thank damn god he had a key to his friend’s place! He did not want to make that drive home, thinking there was no way in hell he could wait that long.

With the arrival of their shots, Brendan picked them both up, handing one to Vin. “To tonight!” He said, clinking their glasses together. Yeah right… because tonight was as long as this was going to last.

When both of their shots were done, Brendan needed something. His lips were burning and he needed another hit off of Vin. Grabbing the boy again, he kissed him, much more like the second kiss, heated and raw. But he broke it after only a moment. And he wasted no time in just tossing some money on to the bar in hopes that it was enough, grabbing Vin’s hand, and snaking his way to the door. “Lets get the fuck out of here. Now."

[Vincent Verax]

Pouting like a petulant child being told he couldn't have something he wanted, Vincent's face was rather comical as he was led away from their cozy little spot against the wall. Hell, he was only about two steps away from throwing a tantrum, but he figured that wasn't sexy at all, and he wanted to keep Brendan interested, wanted to keep him coming back for more.

Vincent was oblivious to the looks they were receiving, probably attributed to the fact that he was incredibly used to people staring at him. More than half the time he was encouraging it, what with his thrill seeking antics and obnoxious behavior. His attention was solely held by Brendan, which was unusual in and of itself. Normally Vincent's attention span was about three seconds, but for the entirety of the day his head had been filled almost entirely with thoughts about Brendan.

"Trouble's what ahm good at." And he was most certainly telling the truth. Vincent never paid much heed to rules or common decency. He was being chastised for his actions more often than not. But this kind of trouble was his true forte, especially when it came to making Brendan shiver.

For the record, he's carefully storing away all this information for later abuse. Call it a foolish, but he had a hunch that this would come in handy later on.

As they waited for the final round of shots, Vincent refused to let his hands leave Brendan's body, even while Bren looked him over. He could feel the heat in the stare, much more intense than the looks they might have been getting from the other bar patrons. When their eyes locked, Vincent's narrowed only slight, a smirk appearing on his face that was just screaming of the things he wanted to do to Bren. "Yeah... it fuckin' well shoulda."

But as far as Vincent was concerned, the night was just beginning.

Vincent gulped down the last shot greedily even though he knew he wasn't the one who needed the liquid courage. But Brendan's mouth came crushing against his once again and he eagerly returned the kiss with just as much ferocity, his piercings clacking against his teeth. It ended far too soon, but Brendan's words were more than enough to get Vin light on his feet, quickly overtaking Bren and pushing people out of his way. They definitely needed to get somewhere else, because Vincent was doubting that his self-control was going to hold out much longer.

(Continued here...)