Thread: Have We Met? [Quin + Collared]

There was a drag queen singing karaoke that Alex was eyeballing, loving the idea of sticking his hands under that glittering cocktail dress to find the sausage buried within those panty hose, when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It didn't take long to find the source, his eyes like magnets instantly meeting the world weary gaze watching him further down the bar. There was a moment, the music skipping a beat before the other offered up a lazy air toast with his beer, and Alex leered while automatically offering his own up. He paused, watching with a half-grin as the other man's eyes screwed shut in discomfort, practically hearing the hiss as he grimaced while swallowing the rest of the amber liquid in his glass. Taking a gentle sip of his whiskey, he rose smoothly from the stool and sauntered down the bar towards the other. There was a fine balance he played with, looking cool enough to exude a predatory air but stumbling just enough to appear that he was putting on something unnatural to him. All part of the game, his performance, weaving something vulnerable and unassuming into the natural desire to be wanted by someone dangerous. Perception was the web he danced on. You look like you could use some company, Alex said, flashing the man a charming grin, clean despite the crooked nature of his teeth. His eyes drank the other in with a quick, heavy-lidded sweep, If not, then quit eye humping me, for fuck's sake. Window shoppers. Tch. He huffed jokingly, pausing to take another sip from his tumbler and hiding his self-satisfied grin unsuccessfully. The man perched on the stool behind him elbowed him for the second time since he took up his spot wedged between beer-guy and the next stool. So, with an expressive eyebrow arched and cast backwards, he moved from his spot to the man's other side, where the other stool was occupied as well but by a more timid and less animated drinker. Swallowing a mouthful of his drink, he set it onto the counter and leaned his elbow upon it, his eyes growing darker and his smile softer. I could ask you what you do for a living and you could ask me. And we could both lie and pretend that's what we're here about, like we care or like 'sucking dick really good' is actually in that conversation description anywhere. We could . Alex faintly licked his lips and shrugged with another arched eyebrow. Or we can be honest for one fucking moment, just for tonight, and we can get the hell out of here so you can tickle my tonsils like we both really want you to. Aside from his teeth, a failing of his parents being able to afford braces as a child, Alex wasn't bad looking. His eyes and his smile were his best features, transforming his face when they lit up with passion and amusement. The rest was mediocre, especially his thin lips when at rest, his nose long and slender, almost pointed and his chin angular and aggressive. Even with his white, yet snaggletooth grin, it was the highlight of his face, going up and down the scale in seconds, from dorky, lovable boy next door, to overly confident asshole that everybody loved to hate and hated to love. And with his wiggly eyebrows, his large, dark blue eyes took on an animation that kept every expression more interesting than the last.