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"It'll be fine, babe. Just for God's sake, do not pick a fight with him," Saxa said and turned off the flat-iron. She handed the white dress-shirt over to her husband, the fabric warm and straight in her hands.
Agron was busy rolling the lint remover on his suit pants, before he took the shirt from Saxa's hands, "Thanks, honey." He sighed deeply, not particularly excited about spending his Saturday night in the company of Crixus at the man's bachelor party. "And I know. And I won't. I'm happy for that shithead Crixus. Naevia is really great. I just really don't want to party in his honor tonight. I'd rather be with you," Agron pouted as if a child, his lips pursed and a deep frown on his forehead as his hands were buttoning the shirt.
"You are impossible," Saxa laughed as she watched Agron's reflection and his pouted face. The sound of her laugh caused the man to grin, his dimples on display as he watched his wife in the mirror.
He got his black tie from the closet and turned around towards Saxa. "Will you help me with this, baby?"
"Sure," she answered and took the tie from his hands. She put it around his neck under his collar and began to tie the knot.
Agron was watching her intently, her face contorted in concentration. Her long, blonde hair was casually done in a high ponytail and she was dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, but god, she was beautiful. Always.
He had met Saxa in Germany eight years ago. They had both been students of economics at the University of Munich and fell in love almost instantly. Agron had been attracted from the first moment he had laid eyes on the wild lioness, confidence radiating off her and a fire within her to rival the sun itself. He knew he had to have her.
They had been inseparable from the start and when the opportunity for a semester at an Australian university arose they went together. They had enjoyed their time in Queensland so much, so when they finished their degrees in Munich, they got married and moved Down Under permanently.
"There. All done," Saxa said and embraced her husband, her hands grasping the back of his neck. Agron placed his hands on her waist and leaned down to nuzzle her neck.
"Can't I just stay home and make love to you all night?" Agron whispered in Saxa's ear before he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.
"Well, I wouldn't oppose to that," Saxa smirked when she withdrew. She ran her hands down Agron's shirt-clad chest and abdomen, before their lips met in another kiss.
"Mama. Papa," a small voice sounded from the doorway. Agron and Saxa parted with a laugh.
"Oh hey, daddy's beautiful baby boy," Agron said as he swept Duro up in his arms. "Aren't you supposed to be in bed? I know for a fact that mommy just tucked you in."
He tapped the little boy on the nose as Duro scratched at his sleepy eyes with a clenched hand.
"But I'm not sleepy!" Duro exclaimed. "You look so handsome, daddy." Small hands played with Agron's slim black tie. Agron laughed and exchanged looks with Saxa.
"And you're the best little boy in the world, aren't you?" Agron said as he turned his attention back to the four year old in his arms. He put a gentle hand on top of Duro's head and ruffled the little boy's dark curls. "But be good to mommy, now, alright?"
"I will," the boy sighed. "But daddy, please tuck me in before you go?"
-
When Agron had tucked in Duro he went to the living room, where Saxa had settled on the couch to watch her favorite food program.
When Saxa saw that her husband was ready to leave, she got up and moved over to him.
"All set. I read him a story and he fell asleep before I got to the second page," Agron laughed as he pulled on his suit jacket.
"He's such a daddy's boy," Saxa smirked and shook her head. Once she found herself in her husband's embrace again she rested her head on his chest. "But you really do look handsome, though. I'm so happy it's an all man's party, so no one'll snatch you away from me," she looked up and stood on her toes to kiss him.
Agron immediately reciprocated the kiss. "No woman could ever take me from you," he said and pressed their foreheads together.
He lightly kissed her nose. "It won't be late, I promise."
-
All the guys from work were supposed to meet up at a fancy restaurant down town and Agron was seemingly the last to arrive at the party. He had parked his car close to their office building, knowing it would be safe there, and walked the rest of the way. When he entered the restaurant it was filled with boisterous men, all of them someone he recognized.
"Agron," Crixus stated as he greeted him in the door.
"Crixus," Agron simply nodded. They shook hands and Crixus laughed. "Come here, you fool," he pulled him into a hug and Agron reciprocated.
Agron and Crixus had known each other for five years, ever since Agron got the job in the financial department at the large medical firm, where they both worked. Their relationship had been tense from the beginning, their personalities and tempers just clashing. They had managed to be professional around each other for most of the time, but Agron had always thought Crixus to be a dumb fuck and Crixus considered Agron a goddamn fool.
"Congrats, man. Naevia is amazing," Agron said and smiled as he drew back. She really had done wonders for Crixus. He was a completely changed man and he and Agron could now tolerate each other somewhat more than before she came into the picture.
"She really is," Crixus said, his entire bearded face lighting up in a smile. "Come on, all the guys are here."
Agron greeted Spartacus, Gannicus, Donar, Lugo, Rhaskos, Oenomaus and all the other guys from the office. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood and beer was flowing all around.
"And this is Nasir," Crixus said and gestured to a little man with long, black hair, some of it braided away from his face. The dark-skinned man was dressed in a white dress-shirt, the fabric clinging to his body and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing subtly muscular forearms. His dark pants were fitted unhealthily tight and his bowtie was coloured in a dark blue. "He is Naevia's best friend and he is the only one here who's not from our firm. He does not know how crazy shits we can be, so be good to him, alright?" Crixus laughed and patted Agron on the shoulder before he left to break words with Spartacus.
"I’m Agron," Agron smiled politely and they shook hands.
“Good to meet you,” this man, Nasir, said and gave a broad smile in return, his brown eyes sparkling.
“Likewise,” Agron nodded and suddenly felt uncomfortable under the small man’s gaze. “Well, uh… Shall we sit?” Agron said and gestured to the long table set for them.
-
Dinner was delicious. Spartacus was Crixus' best man and he had secured them a secluded room, which was probably for the best because they laughed and talked and were loud as fuck, and Agron loved every one of them. He was on his third beer and second glass of red wine or was it also the third?
They talked about what Crixus was heading into in marriage. Since all the guys around the table had wives they were able to tell stories from married life, some scary but most wonderful. Gannicus had his beautiful Sibyl, Spartacus was happily married to Sura, Rhaskos had Chadara, and Donar and Mira just got married last spring. Lugo had been married to his Betty since forever, and Oenomaus tied the knot with Melitta two years ago. The guys soon realized that the only single left at the table was Naevia's friend, Nasir.
"Oh, don't you worry, little man, we're gonna find you a woman and get you laid tonight," Agron bellowed and lifted his glass of wine in cheers. "What do you like, hm? You like blondes? My wife is blond. So beautiful," Agron said in a low, seductive voice as he put his arm around Nasir's shoulder.
"Agron, you stupid fuck, Nasir is gay," Crixus roared and everyone around the table laughed.
"Oh, shit. Sorry, man," Agron quickly withdrew his arm as if he had been burnt.
"It's fine," Nasir laughed and their eyes met. "I actually prefer brunettes," he winked and Agron cleared his throat and looked away.
The party soon changed scenes when the guys crammed together in cabs and headed to a nearby club. Agron quickly sent a text to let Saxa know where they were going and that he wouldn’t stay long.
The club was packed with people dancing, sweating and drinking and Agron was far too drunk to think that he was too fucking old for this shit.
Spartacus and Gannicus went straight for the bar to get liquorice shots for everyone, while Agron and the others secured a table for them all in a dark corner. The table was encompassed by a nice round leather couch and after shedding his suit jacket Agron sat down next to Nasir, who seemed to be in deep conversation with Lugo.
When Spartacus and Gannicus returned with shots they crammed down in the couch next to Agron so that the tall German had to scoot closer to Nasir. Their thighs were touching and Agron looked at Nasir with an apologetic smile. Nasir smiled back, all teeth and sparkly eyes, and Agron had trouble breathing.
What the fuck was it about this man and that fucking smile?
They all clinked their small glasses in cheers, downed their shots and ordered another round.
Agron engaged in conversation with Nasir, their heads close and voices loud to drown out the music. Agron learned that Nasir was 24, originated from Syria and was an art student with Naevia.
Agron told Nasir about Saxa and Duro and his relationship with Crixus, the latter causing Nasir to laugh. Agron found he liked the little man's laugh. It was genuine.
“Alright, guys, dance floor! Now! Come on Agron, you’re not getting out of this,” Crixus interrupted them with a loud shout as he got up, his finger pointing at Agron.
Nasir placed a reassuring hand on Agron’s thigh and squeezed lightly. Agron tensed completely and looked questioningly at Nasir, the touch just a bit too intimate for Agron's liking. Nasir just smiled at him before he got up and went for the dance floor. Agron swiftly followed.
Agron was no dancer. Not a sober dancer, that is. Everyone’s a dancer when drunk. He was having the time of his life dancing crazy with Gannicus and Donar, sharing drunken hugs and attempting famous dance moves, failing miserably. He didn’t know how long they stayed on the dance floor. Minutes? Hours?
The group of guys scattered after some time all over the floor, some went back to their table, others for the bar.
Agron spotted Nasir in the crowd of dancing people and their eyes immediately met. Agron just watched him for a few moments. The other man was a good dancer, Agron thought. He swayed effortlessly, moving his hips from side to side in a way Agron had never seen another man dance before. Nasir offered another one of those damn broad smiles that lit up his face. Agron thought to himself that a proper excuse for his earlier behaviour at the restaurant was in its place. It was the worst first impression ever, and Agron did not wish to be on the little man's bad side for being a loud dumbass. They could be friends, right? Nasir seemed like a really nice guy, relaxed and confident about his sexuality, and Agron kind of admired him for it.
He made his way over to him and before he knew it they were so close that their bodies were touching, heat radiating off them. Agron leaned down to Nasir’s ear, “Hey, man. Sorry about earlier, I just assumed that you’re… you know, straight and I humiliated you in front of everyone. I was a real jerk,” Agron yelled over the music, his hand clasping the other man’s elbow.
"Don't worry about it," Nasir yelled back and withdrew from their closeness to provide Agron with a reassuring smile.
Agron gave him a dimpled grin in return. It was nice and relaxed and they danced together for a while to a poptune Agron was familiar with.
Agron's vision was kind of blurry and all the dancing had made him grasp just how drunk he in fact was. He felt hands on his hips, Nasir’s hands, and just then realized how close he and Nasir were once again. But it was nice. Friends dance close all the time. They were sharing smiles and having fun, no harm done.
It was not until Nasir turned around, his ass pressed against Agron, that Agron froze. He suddenly had no idea where to put his hands. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him and left the dance floor in a rush without looking back at Nasir.
When Agron returned to the table, the other guys were roaring and laughing loudly, cheering in yet another round of shots.
“I’m going home now, guys. I feel sick and I promised Saxa it wouldn’t be too late.” Agron excused himself and retrieved his suit jacket from the couch.
“Alright, lightweight. We’re going to a strip club,” Gannicus said and high-fived Donar.
Agron said his goodbyes and was relieved when he made his way to the bathrooms. He was tired and embarrassingly drunk and was probably going to fall asleep in the cab home. He just really needed to pee first.
The line to the bathroom stalls was dreadfully long and Agron fished out his phone with a sigh. No reply from Saxa. She was probably asleep.
When Agron had relieved himself, he sought towards the club's exit, but the line to the bathrooms had doubled while he had been in there and there was a sea of people, some waiting to enter the bathrooms, others wanting to leave them and a another mass of people pushing their way to the exit.
Agron squeezed himself along the wall, when someone was pushed against him, a sharp chin driving into his chest.
"Shit, sorry..." He heard the man say, and Agron immediately recognized the voice.
He looked down and saw it was Nasir, their bodies now pressed completely close, as they had been on the dance floor, while someone was shoving their way through the crowd behind Nasir.
“Hey! Oh, are you going home?” Nasir asked with his eyebrows lifted. He sounded... dissapointed?
“Yeah, I’m tired and I had too much to drink,” Agron said, his eyes never leaving Nasir’s. His body was completely tense from having the other man pressed so close to him again. It made him uncomfortable, yet something was awoken within him. He no longer felt tired. The bass from the music was throbbing and it felt as though his heart was beating out of his chest.
“So no strip for you?” Nasir smirked.
Agron laughed. “No. Another time, maybe. What about you, I assume seeing women taking their clothes off doesn’t really do it for you, huh?”
“You’d be correct,” Nasir smiled and dropped his gaze. When he looked up again, Agron was surprised to see how dark his eyes had gotten, pupils dilated. A little tentatively, he put his palms on Agron’s chest.
Agron’s breath hitched in his chest. He put his hands on top of Nasir's and gently removed them. "Hey, back off, man. I’m not gay,” he said, but his own voice sounded far away, as if it had not been himself speaking those words.
“I’ve seen you looking at me all night,” Nasir whispered softly. Agron found himself mesmerized by Nasir’s plumb lips, soft and parted slightly.
People were huffing at them as they pushed their way behind them, but Agron could only focus on the man in front of him.
“I’m not-I’m not gay,” Agron whispered, his voice shaky.
“I know,” Nasir murmured. Agron gasped and his eyes fluttered close, when Nasir suddenly stood up on his toes to place a soft kiss to Agron’s throat.
His pants were getting uncomfortably tight, and he cursed under his breath at his own body betraying him.
“I-I… I have a wife,” he attempted but knew it was a lost cause for him. He was too far gone.
“That’s okay,” Nasir whispered as he slid one hand down to palm Agron through his pants.
With a growl, Agron switched their positions and pushed Nasir up against the wall. He had minimal space to do so, but managed anyway. He looked down at the little man for a moment. “Fuck,” he whispered and bent down to crash his lips onto Nasir’s.
When their lips met, Agron saw fireworks. Nasir’s lips were so soft, and when Agron pushed his tongue inside the other man’s mouth, he could taste liquorice and beer.
Nasir moaned into the kiss and grasped the back of Agron's head with one hand and the small of his back with the other to press their bodies closer.
Agron bit at Nasir's lower lip and rolled his hips forward to brush their clothed erections against each other. They both gasped at the friction, panting into each other's mouths. Agron's head was spinning and his skin felt as if it was on fire, oversensitive to touch.
“Please leave with me,” Nasir begged when he pulled back to breathe, his lips kiss-swollen.
“Where do we go?” Agron simply asked.
-
As soon as they got inside the hotel room, Agron pushed Nasir up against the door, closing it shut. Their kisses were messy and frantic as they pulled each other's shirts open, tugging them off shoulders.
"Agron," Nasir gasped as he ran his hands down Agron's now exposed chest. "I want you inside me so bad."
"Wh-what?" Agron asked breathlessly as he, confused and drunk, simply watched Nasir lean forward and bite lightly at his nipple before twirling his tongue around the pink, hard flesh.
Nasir said nothing, just kissed his way down Agron's chest and fell to his knees to unbuckle Agron's belt. Agron followed Nasir's every movement with his eyes, his lungs threatening to escape his body.
"I'm not-I'm not gay," Agron attempted again, his voice barely a whisper.
"I know," Nasir repeated. He opened Agron's pants, pulled out his cock and, without a moment’s hesitation, took it in his mouth.
"Fuck... I'm not... Oh god..." The words died on Agron's lips as Nasir worked him over with an expertise Agron had never experienced before.
Nasir bobbed his head a few times, his tongue dragging along the length. Agron wanted so badly to thrust into his mouth, take control, but knew if he did it would all be over too soon.
"Get up," Agron commanded, voice rough. He took Nasir by the shoulders to yank him up before he attacked the little man's lips. He could taste himself on Nasir's tongue, the bitter saltiness making him moan into the kiss.
"I need... I need you to not be so fucking clothed," Agron panted as he drew back from the kiss to open Nasir's pants. He moved them over to the bed while shedding the smaller man of all his clothing.
When Nasir stood completely naked before him, Agron could no longer resist the sweet-smelling skin of the smaller man. He needed to bury himself in the crook where shoulder met neck. He did so, and the sighs and gasps that fell from Nasir's mouth made him never want to leave that place.
Agron was kissing and biting at the sensitive skin, licking to soothe whenever he bit down hard. His cock was brushing Nasir's and their moans were echoing in the small hotel room.
Agron slid his hands down Nasir's back and further to grope roughly at the other man’s ass. The thought of being inside him had Agron gasping for breath, and he had to squeeze hard at the base of his cock to calm himself down.
When Agron lost his patience he pushed Nasir lightly on the chest to indicate that he needed him on the bed, now.
"Turn around," Agron groaned as he got on his knees on the bed and saw that Nasir had moved to lie on his back.
Agron felt dizzy when he looked down at Nasir, spread open for him, muscular thighs dusted with dark hair. It was so masculine and Agron was sure he had never been this aroused in his life. He was drunk as fuck, shouldn't it be harder to get so hard?
Nasir leaned over the side of the bed and reached for his pants on the floor. He pulled out two small packages from the pocket and threw them at Agron before he went back to his previous position.
"Oh god, we're really doing this," Agron whispered as he picked up the bottle of lube, turned it in his hand and popped open the cap.
He coated his fingers in lube, not really knowing what he was doing, before he slowly pushed one finger inside Nasir. Nasir hissed at the initial intrusion but was soon encouraging him to add another. Agron did, and yet another, reveling in the tightness and heat surrounding his fingers. Nasir was panting, grinding his cock down on the sheets for friction.
"I can't wait any longer," Nasir gasped, and pushed the condom on the bed closer to Agron.
Agron withdrew his fingers and grabbed the tiny silver package. "What am I doing?" He whispered to himself as he turned the square foil wrap between his fingers. He could no longer ignore his overwhelming desire, and without further hesitation he pushed his pants and boxer briefs down to the middle of his thighs to fully release his cock from its restraints.
He ripped the condom package open with his teeth and rolled it on with trembling fingers.
"Agron..." Nasir moaned impatiently, and with that Agron slid all the way inside him in one swift move that made them both cry out.
Nasir fell forward, resting his head between his hands in front of him.
Agron quickly determined a merciless rhythm and pounded into Nasir, faster, harder. Nasir was clutching the sheets beneath them, his knuckles turning white as he moaned loudly.
"You're so tight..." Agron sobbed, his hands forcefully gripping at the taut flesh of Nasir's hips, his fingers digging in and leaving bruises.
Nasir was almost too tight; it was almost impossible to move inside him.
Nasir turned his head to seek out Agron's lips in a kiss, but no way in hell was Agron going to kiss him. Not again. He placed his hand on Nasir's head and forced it roughly away from his own face with a growl.
Instead, Nasir reached behind Agron with one hand to grab at his ass and angle him better - with his other hand, he began to jerk himself off. It was the single most arousing thing Agron had ever seen, the muscles in Nasir's arm flexing with the movement.
Few seconds passed before Nasir moaned and came over his hand and the sheets.
"I'm not gay... I'm not gay..." Agron repeated like a mantra through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezed shut as the overwhelming pleasure seized him. He was raking his blunt fingernails down Nasir's back, leaving long red scratches in their wake.
"I can tell," Nasir laughed breathlessly, still high from his orgasm.
"Fuck you," Agron growled and pulled all the way out before slamming his hips forward again, driving back in with such a force it shook the bed and made Nasir whimper.
When Agron came deep inside Nasir, he saw stars and white light and his mind went blank. He had never ever had an orgasm that powerful in his entire life.
He collapsed forward onto Nasir, his sweaty chest on Nasir's back and his nose buried in the soft strands of black hair. They were both breathing heavily for a moment, before realisation dawned on Agron.
He pulled out fast and carelessly, drawing a hiss from Nasir. But fuck.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck," Agron was panicking as he got up from the bed. He pulled off the condom, tied it and threw it somewhere on the floor before quickly pulling his pants from the middle of his thighs up around his hips. "Fuck. What the fuck just happened?" He muttered as he, with trembling fingers zipped up and buckled his belt. He ran a hand through his hair and then buttoned his shirt quickly, suddenly feeling extremely sick. Saxa's face flashed before his eyes, his beautiful wife whom he had just cheated on. With a man.
Nasir reclined in bed, gloriously naked with a blissed out look on his face. Agron chanced a glance at him and his breath caught in his throat; Nasir was so gorgeous. Miles of dark skin with strong muscle underneath, full lips and big brown eyes following every movement of the frantic man before him. His dark stubble was so attractive, and he was so delicate but in a masculine way and for a brief second Agron considered getting back into bed with him...
No. What the fuck!
Their eyes met and Agron quickly looked away and shook himself out of it. He slipped on his jacket and pulled out his wallet from the inner pocket, grasping a few bills and throwing them on the bed for Nasir.
"Hey, I'm not a whore!" Nasir sat up in bed, anger flashing in his eyes.
"No, I-I fucking know that, it's not for..." Agron trailed off as he gestured to the bed with his hand, "... that. It's for the room, okay? And we never speak of this again, you hear me?" he said, smoothing his hands down his shirt - a wrinkled mess.
As if to make sure no one heard them, Agron took one step closer to the bed and lowered his voice. His expression softened. "I'm not... I'm not gay, alright?"
Without giving Nasir time to reply he hurried out of the hotel room, the door slamming loudly behind him.