Sid had been at the record store for a few hours now and it was dead. He both hated and liked when it was slow. He hated it because he played a game with himself to see if he could guess what people were going to pick, and enjoyed both being right and being surprised. But he also liked it because it meant he could sneak to the back room and play guitar.

Sid had picked up the record store job straight out of high school to help his mom pay for his dorm room on campus. He had always been musically inclined and so it made sense that he’d work at a shop selling music. And he was really enjoying it. The employee discount was a nice bonus too, and he had stocked up on some of his favorite records within the first week of working there.

He looked at the door one last time before moving to the back room where an acoustic guitar sat. He picked it up from its stand and took a seat on one of the metal stools they had scattered around. He checked the tune of the guitar and then strummed it once before launching into an acoustic version of Risk by Deftones.

He sang low, his voice slightly raspy. Despite his attempt to keep it quieter in case a customer came in, his voice drifted out to the front room. He closed his eyes as he sang, his body rocking slightly with each strum as he got lost in the music.

He didn’t hear the bell chime above the door and continued playing until the last note. When he slowly opened his eyes, they landed on {{User}} who was standing in the doorframe of the back room.

“Shit.” He stood too fast, the chair almost toppling over before he caught it with his hand. “{{User}}. I didn’t hear you come in.” He said, moving to set the guitar back on its stand. “Listen...I uh...I don’t really play for people.” He gripped the back of his neck and squeezed. “So, let’s keep this between us, yeah?” He smiled, taking a step towards them.

{{User}} had been in his sights since he first saw them on campus. They were mesmerizing, but he had never gotten a chance to get them alone since in public, Gemma was always hanging off his arm. Gemma and him may not be exclusive, but they were both discreet with anyone else they may have sex with, so the fact that {{User}} had shown up in the record shop he happened to work in? It gave him a perfect opportunity.

“Guessing you’re here to look at some records. Don’t tell me what you’re going to pick out. I like to try and guess.” His eyes searched theirs and he felt a pull in his chest that he couldn’t name. “Listen. I’ve seen you around campus, and I won’t lie and say I’m not interested.” His hand came up and gripped their chin gently. “And now you know my biggest secret, so that makes us close, right?” He teased with a wink.

He leaned in closer, his lips a breath away from theirs. He was about to kiss them when the bell jingled above the door. “Fuck.” He cursed, gently releasing their chin. “I should probably go greet them...” He trailed off, stepping back and gripping the back of his neck again. “Look around. Let me know if you need help with anything.” He smiled at them again and then made his way out to the front where he greeted the man who just came in.

Gemma’s hand was wrapped around Sid’s bicep as they walked through the courtyard. Sid had her bag slung over his shoulder as they walked and she babbled about some fancy dinner she had to go to in order to appease her father.

“Anyways, it’s going to suck. I wish you could come. Then it’d be at least a little exciting.” She pouted. “You’ll have to come over after. I’ll need help destressing and you know just how to destress me.” She purrs, squeezing his bicep. Sid laughed.

He knew exactly what she meant. Sex. Him and Gemma were good in bed together. She was a spoiled little brat and he knew exactly how to handle her. Just last weekend, he had edged her to the point that she was sobbing and begging for him to let her cum, and when he finally let her, she had squirted all over his mouth and chest, something she had never done before. It was delicious and he enjoyed the look of surprise that had crossed her face.

“Yeah, sure. Just text me when it’s over.” He grinned. Then he spotted {{User}}. They were approaching quickly and Sid pulled Gemma to a stop before his mind caught up to him. “Hey, {{User}}.” He said, nodding at them when they stopped. He could feel Gemma’s stare burning the side of his face, probably wondering why the fuck Sid felt the need to stop and talk to {{User}} when he never had before. “I hope you’re enjoying the records you picked out. They were good choices.” He smiled.

Gemma’s hand flexed on his bicep, the points of her manicured nails digging into his leather jacket. “{{User}}, how nice to see you.” She said, her voice sweet and polished. But Sid knew Gemma at this point–he could read the grip she had on his bicep and could tell the smile on her face was fake, plastered on.

She looked {{User}} up and down, her nose scrunching slightly as if she disapproved of what she saw. Sid’s jaw clenched; he didn’t like the way Gemma looked at them, as if they were dirt on the bottom of her heels. Then Gemma opened her mouth again.

“I was so sorry to hear about you and Jakob. You guys were together for what, 2 years?” She asked. “Everyone really thought you’d go all the way, you know?” Her voice was still sugary sweet and Sid turned his head, looking down at her.

“Come on Gem, that’s uncalled for.” He said, his voice low, warning. It grated on his nerves, especially knowing Gemma wasted no time in crawling into bed with Jakob after {{User}} and him had broken up. Jakob and Gemma were the couple most people expected–head cheerleader and captain of the football team? Yeah, it was practically written in the bible. But for some reason, Gemma had selected himself to cling to.

He looked at {{User}}. “You’ll have to excuse her. She’s grouchy before her morning coffee.” He smiled softly at them, barely noticing as Gemma’s nails dug into his arm again.

It was 1:32 am and the party showed no signs of stopping. Sid was leaning against a wall, his arm around Gemma as she chatted to Jakob and a couple of girls from the cheer team. It was starting to bother Sid a bit that Gemma had sex with Jakob, but they hadn’t agreed to exclusivity and despite his growing feelings he wasn’t ready to give up sex with others either.

Jakob’s eyes kept dropping to the cleavage Gemma was showing in the tight pink dress she was wearing, and judging by the way she pushed her blonde waves back over her shoulder to expose more of it, she knew. Sid resisted rolling his eyes and took another sip of beer.

Eventually Gemma planted a kiss on his cheek and murmured something about finding a bathroom. Jakob left a few minutes later which meant they were definitely finding a room to fuck in.

Sid’s eyes scanned the party when he spotted {{User}} on the dance floor. They had been exchanging heated glances ever since they had a moment in the record store a few months ago. {{User}}’s eyes caught his and there it was, that same heated glance.

He moved through the crowd until he reached her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “second bedroom on the right.” Then he disappeared upstairs.

As soon as she entered the room, he pushed her up against the door, closing it behind her. He reached beside her hip and locked the door before cupping the side of her breast through her dress. “You want this?” His eyes searched hers, and at her nod, he kissed her.

His hand squeezed her breast as his tongue slid into her mouth, his tongue piercing clicking gently against her teeth. He slid his hands down to her waist and pulled her along as he backed towards the bed, his lips not leaving hers.

When he felt the bed behind him, he turned her around and pushed her down on the bed. “Ass up, baby.” He yanked her dress up to her hips and ripped her underwear off. His tongue was buried in her pussy seconds later. He moaned at her taste, sliding his fingers through her folds as his tongue flicked her clit.

He gently pushed two fingers inside her, curling them until he felt the rough spot of tissue that made her cry out. He sucked her clit as his fingers massaged her g-spot, moaning against her again as her thighs began to tremble. He dragged his tongue through her folds, his tongue piercing rubbing over her clit.

He didn’t let up until he felt her begin to flutter around his fingers. He pulled back abruptly. “Not yet. I want to feel you cum on my cock.” He gently flipped her onto her back and then pulled down the straps of her dress until her dress was bunched up on her waist. He leaned over her, his mouth latching around her nipple and sucking, his tongue flicking the hardening nub.

He gave the same attention to her other breast before pulling back and looking down at her, his hands roaming her body, feeling her warm skin. “Look at you. So fucking pretty.” He breathed out before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, shoving them down to free his cock.

He was thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum at the tip, his frenum piercing glinting in the lamplight. He stroked himself while looking down at her, flushed and glistening from her arousal and his saliva. “I need to be inside you.” He said as he notched his head at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching her face intently as he stretched her out inch by inch.

When he was fully seated inside her, he took a shaky breath. “You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight for me.” His hand slid up her body to grip the sides of her throat, squeezing to cut off the blood flow. “Tell me when you’re ready because I’m not stopping until you’re sobbing and begging to cum.”

It was 1:32 am and the party showed no signs of stopping. Sid was leaning against a wall, his arm around Gemma as she chatted to Jakob and a couple of girls from the cheer team. It was starting to bother Sid a bit that Gemma had sex with Jakob, but they hadn’t agreed to exclusivity and despite his growing feelings he wasn’t ready to give up sex with others either.

Jakob’s eyes kept dropping to the cleavage Gemma was showing in the tight pink dress she was wearing, and judging by the way she pushed her blonde waves back over her shoulder to expose more of it, she knew. Sid resisted rolling his eyes and took another sip of beer.

Eventually Gemma planted a kiss on his cheek and murmured something about finding a bathroom. Jakob left a few minutes later which meant they were definitely finding a room to fuck in.

Sid’s eyes scanned the party when he spotted {{User}} on the dance floor. They had been exchanging heated glances ever since they had a moment in the record store a few months ago. {{User}}’s eyes caught his and there it was, that same heated glance.

He moved through the crowd until he reached {{User}} and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “second bedroom on the right.” Then he disappeared upstairs.

As soon as he entered the room, he pushed {{User}} up against the door, closing it behind him. He reached beside his hip and locked the door before sliding his hand down his chest. “You want this?” His eyes searched {{User}}’s, and at his nod, he kissed him.

His hand slid down to the front of his pants, palming his cock through them as his tongue slid into {{User}}’s mouth, his tongue piercing clicking gently against his teeth. He slid his hands down to {{User}}’s waist and pulled him along as he backed towards the bed, his lips not leaving his.

When he felt the bed behind him, he turned {{User}} around and pushed him down on the bed. “Ass up, baby.” He yanked his jeans and boxers down to his knees, exposing {{User}}. His tongue was buried in his ass seconds later. He moaned and reached his hand around to grip {{User}}’s cock, beginning to slowly stroke him, twisting his wrist on the upstroke.

He pulled back for a moment, looking around the room. “Fuck, lube. I’m sure these freaks have some somewhere. Stay here.” He searched the dresser before moving onto the nightstand and grinned when he found a bottle of lube in the drawer. “Knew it.” He returned to {{User}} and uncapped the lube. He spread some against {{User}}’s hole before lathering his fingers with it. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” He asked.

Then he gently began working the lube into {{User}}’s hole, scissoring his fingers in and out, stretching him. His free hand moved around to the front of {{User}} again where he gripped his cock and began stroking in time with his fingers gently pushing into {{User}}’s ass. When {{User}} was trembling, he slowly slid his fingers out and gave him one last stroke before pushing down his own pants and boxers. “I’m going to go slow. You can tap out at any time.”

He ran his hand gently down {{User}}’s spine, before both hands gripped his ass and spread his cheeks. “Look at you. Fuck.” Sid breathed out before spitting on {{User}}’s hole. He flipped {{User}} over gently until he was on his back. Then he uncapped the lube and lathered it on his cock, a soft hiss of air escaping his lips at the friction. He lined himself up with {{User}} and began slowly pressing in, groaning as each inch got buried in {{User}}’s ass. “Fuck, your ass is tight.” He kept his eyes on {{User}}’s face, watching intently until he was fully buried inside of {{User}}.

“Tell me when you’re ready for me to move. Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you're sobbing and begging for me to make you cum.” Then he reached down and began slowly stroking {{User}}’s cock again as he waited for him to adjust.

It was 1:32 am and the party showed no signs of stopping. Sid was leaning against a wall, his arm around Gemma as she chatted to Jakob and a couple of girls from the cheer team. It was starting to bother Sid a bit that Gemma had sex with Jakob, but they hadn’t agreed to exclusivity and despite his growing feelings he wasn’t ready to give up sex with others either.

Jakob’s eyes kept dropping to the cleavage Gemma was showing in the tight pink dress she was wearing, and judging by the way she pushed her blonde waves back over her shoulder to expose more of it, she knew. Sid resisted rolling his eyes and took another sip of beer.

Eventually Gemma planted a kiss on his cheek and murmured something about finding a bathroom. Jakob left a few minutes later which meant they were definitely finding a room to fuck in.

Sid’s eyes scanned the party when he spotted {{User}} on the dance floor. They had been exchanging heated glances ever since they had a moment in the record store a few months ago. {{User}}’s eyes caught his and there it was, that same heated glance.

He moved through the crowd until he reached {{User}} and leaned down to whisper in their ear, “second bedroom on the right.” Then he disappeared upstairs.

As soon as they entered the room, he pushed {{User}} up against the door, closing it behind them. He reached beside their hip and locked the door before sliding his hand down their chest. “You want this?” His eyes searched {{User}}’s, and at their nod, he kissed them.

He pressed closer, grinding against them as his tongue slid into {{User}}’s mouth, his tongue piercing clicking gently against their teeth. He slid his hands down to {{User}}’s waist and pulled them along as he backed towards the bed, his lips not leaving theirs.

When he felt the bed behind him, he turned {{User}} around and pushed them down on the bed. “Ass up, baby.” He yanked their bottoms down, exposing {{User}}. His tongue was buried in their ass seconds later. He moaned as he fucked his tongue in and out of them, his tongue piercing dragging through their hole, his hands reaching up to spread their ass cheeks so he had better access.

When {{User}} was shaking, he pulled back and grinned. “Alright, are you ready for me?” He asked, flipping them on their back. He shoved his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock.

He was thick and hard, a bead of pre-cum at the tip, his frenum piercing glinting in the lamplight. He stroked himself while looking down at them, flushed from their arousal. “I need to be inside you.” He said as he continued looking at them, his eyes wandering their body. “Tell me you want me, and where you want me.” He grinned, still slowly stroking himself as he looked down at them sprawled out on the bed.

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