Snippets of an affair ~ First Kiss

[zahraowens]

Title: Snippets of an affair (1/?) ~ First Kiss Author: zahra_owens Beta: iona_lewis Rating: PG-13 for now, but it may well heat up later Word Count: 1192 Warnings: Beware of boy-loving, guy on guy, and what's more, they're cheating on their boyfriends. Disclaimer: Persons and events described here may, on the surface, seem familiar, but I don't have a clue what I'm talking about. Author's note: I'm getting my feet wet here, but I'm easily persuaded to write more. Just give me the word.

It was typical for my lover to show up late for a commitment ceremony of two of his friends. In the same time-honoured fashion, I was early.

Of course, I didn’t know anyone. They weren’t my friends, although I knew of them obviously, so I didn’t know their family or their inner circle and felt totally lost.

I almost decided to skip the reception completely, but got carried along with the flow and after congratulating the couple and their parents, I decided I might as well enjoy the free champagne and no-expense-spared hors d’œuvres.

I had noticed you - how could I not - standing with a group of younger men near the bar. You were rowdy and became quite drunk very quickly as none of you seemed to be able to pass up a new tray of drinks and the sport seemed to be to down them in one go, so you could exchange your empty glasses for full ones. A few times I had to stop myself staring at your endless legs, wrapped in perfectly fitting trousers and your long torso, obscured by the layers of a three piece morning suit. Your dark, deliberately nonchalant bed head hair and equally dark eyes were in sharp contrast with your smooth, pale skin and I realised my hands ached to touch it.

Now I turn around, away from the enticing sight. After all, like the couple at the ceremony today, I believe in monogamy, even if that means being faithful to a lover who is as undependable as mine. One more drink and then I’m out of there.

I’ve barely turned around when my muscles tense up, an unconscious reaction to the feeling of a hand casually but firmly placed on my lower back. I manage to prevent myself from jumping and turn in the direction of my assailant.

“You have a sexy mouth,” you tell me and before I can protest, before I can even blush, your lips are all over mine. Your kiss is sloppy, not surprising considering your inebriated state, but I can’t help thinking you know all too well what you are doing.

I don’t kiss you back. It feels too intimate and I’m not the sort of guy to kiss a stranger, especially not in a room full of strangers. You have an intoxicating effect on me though and it has nothing to do with the fact you taste of wine and cigarettes. This mixed feeling of repulsion and attraction makes me pull away, trying not to look too obvious or make a big deal out of the rejection and I hope we haven’t drawn any attention to ourselves.

“Do you always kiss strange men at parties?” I hear myself say.

“Not usually,” you answer, looking away from me as you casually point at a pre-filled glass, wordlessly asking the waiter to give it to you. As soon as you receive the glass I feel your piercing eyes on me again. “But you were too good to resist,” you murmur.

I hear roaring laughter explode at the other side of the bar, where you had been standing with the other men in your group before sauntering over here and I cringe on the inside.

“So what did you win by kissing me?”

“ ‘scuse me?” you offer and I’m not sure if you are genuinely surprised at how quickly I sussed you out or whether you are feeling hurt by my accusation.

I try to appear confident, but I can’t quite look you in the eye, so my gaze travels to your friends. “You and your ‘gang’ there. You bet you could get me to kiss you here today, didn’t you?”

Your face turns serious and you frown. “Why on Earth…?”

In an instant I feel terribly embarrassed. This isn’t a nice thing to accuse you of, especially if it isn’t true.

You put your glass on a side table and turn towards me, still frowning. “I don’t know what you take me for but I would never do such a thing.” You put your hand on my shoulder and then decide it is too intimate so you withdraw. “Listen, it’s really crowded here. Why don’t we go outside and go for a drink. There’s a pub at the end of the street. I’d love to get to know you better.”

“So do you get more if you walk out with me?” I hear myself ask and I want to kick myself for feeling so insecure.

You stop in your tracks and purse your mouth, then you lean in closer. “Although it’s hard for me to imagine, you don’t seem to get that I’m hitting on you. They…” you point at the noisy group, “… would probably think you’re too old for me, but I don’t care what they think. They’re just college friends of mine and I don’t have to justify who I go home with.”

Despite my obvious embarrassment I find the courage to look you in the eye and your seriousness surprises me. For some reason, you also don’t appear quite so drunk anymore either. “I have a lover,” I mumble.

“I’m not asking you to shag me. I’m asking you out for a drink,” you answer. “Although if you asked me to shag you, I wouldn’t say no,” you add, trying to hide your amusement.

By now we’re in the hallway, which isn’t as deserted as I’d hoped. A quick glance at the alcove where we hung our coats tells me that it is a much more private place so I pull you in there and use my body to push you against the wall before I finally kiss you back. I feel your surprise and it takes you a few moments to give in to my assault, but then you relent and take over. I’ve never been a big fan of kissing, but in that instant I feel that change as your tongue invades my mouth and we battle it out. You turn us around, so you’re the one pushing me against the wall and I feel my body react. Your thin suit pants do nothing to hide your arousal and I feel something hard and heavy press against my hip as you grind against me.

The sudden sound of a female voice makes you pull away from me and you place your hand over my mouth as we listen until the owner leaves again. We’re both panting though and now it’s your turn to be embarrassed. “If she hadn’t walked in, I would have creamed my shorts,” you admit, leaning your forehead against mine.

“Yeah, we better leave before we get caught,” I reply with a certain amount of regret. “So how about that drink then?” I offer to break the uncomfortable silence.

You take a step back and adjust your slightly rumpled clothes. As we step into the lobby again, you seem to hesitate.

“Go on,” I suggest. “Cash in on your bet and you can buy the drinks.”

“It’s not what it seems,” you say, uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“It never is,” I sigh,” but you’re still buying!”

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