Johnny was encouraged by the way Ryan’s gaze raked over him as he zipped up his jacket. He was pretty sure Ryan was interested, even if he wasn’t necessarily okay with the fact that he was interested. His conflict was obvious with how nervous he was, and how he’d reacted when Johnny mentioned the word gay a bit too loudly in the pub. Straight guys who wanted to bang him annoyed Johnny with their internalised homophobia, but they turned him on too. The idea that he was something forbidden, that they couldn’t resist him gave him a thrill; plus knowing what a mindfuck it was for them was weirdly satisfying.

Out in the street, it was dark now and Johnny deliberately walked close enough to Ryan that their elbows brushed occasionally. “Where are we going next?” he asked.

“The White Horse,” Ryan replied. “It’s another pub that’s pretty chilled. Nice for a quiet drink rather than a wild night out.”

“Sounds good—not that I’m opposed to wild occasionally.”

“Where do you go when you want to party?”

“Troopers usually. They do an LGBT night every Thursday and it’s not bad.”

“Thursday’s a weird night to go out though.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Means it’s mostly full of students, or people who want to pull students. Either way the drinks aren’t too expensive and there are plenty of hot, willing guys there.”

“So, do you often hook up with random blokes when you go out?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah. Do you?” Johnny nudged him. “Or was I an exception?”

Ryan gave a nervous chuckle. “You were an exception. I hook up with girls sometimes though. But not often on the first night I meet them.”

“Yeah, well most girls aren’t so into that.”

“Hmm.” There was a pause, while the tread of their feet marked out the seconds passing. Then Ryan asked, “So, how often do you hook up? And do you ever date people or are you more into one-offs?”

“I dunno. Depends how horny I am, how busy I am, and who I can find to play with. Maybe a couple of times a week? I meet guys on Grindr too sometimes. I’m not looking for anything serious, but it’s not all one-offs. Sometimes I do repeats, or even regular for a while till one of us gets bored. I’m not sure it qualifies as dating if you’re just meeting to fuck though.”

Ryan snorted. “No. I guess not.”

“I’m not into relationships. I like to keep things casual.” Regular sex with the same person could be fun, but he didn’t want commitment or monogamy. He’d never understood that desire to tie yourself down to one person. Not since the one time he’d tried it and had been burned badly.

Never again.

Casual, open arrangements suited him better.

It occurred to Johnny that this situation was out of the norm for him. Going out for a drink with someone he was interested in fucking again wasn’t how he normally operated. Usually he’d have asked them directly, but he wasn’t sure Ryan would have been receptive without a bit of a warm up. The idea of something regular with Ryan was appealing. He was hot, and he lived next door, and there was a lot to be said for convenience. Johnny could never be bothered to travel too far for sex. He tended to ignore guys on Grindr unless they were an easy walk from where he lived, or were prepared to drive to him. “Why all the questions anyway? You worried you caught something from me—because I play it safe and I test regularly—or are you just generally interested in my sex life?”

“The latter. It’s interesting how different it is for guys hooking up with guys instead of girls. It sounds much less complicated.”

Johnny shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose. It’s certainly easy to get laid as long as you’re not too picky.”

“Charming!” Ryan laughed. “Good to know you’re not fussy.”

“Oh shut up. You’re hot and you know it.”

“You think so?” Ryan stopped. They were outside the pub now, and the light outside lit his face. His boy-next-door good looks were perfectly set off in the warm yellow glow. He grinned at Johnny. “You think I’m hot?”

Johnny moved closer, watching the smug expression on Ryan’s face shift into anticipation. Close enough to touch now, Johnny put his hand on Ryan’s hip and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Yeah. You’re hot, and you were a good fuck.” Then he slid his hand across and grabbed Ryan’s crotch hard, making him gasp. “You also have a really nice dick.” The pub door burst open and Johnny snatched his hand away and stepped back as a group of people spilled out onto the pavement. “It’s your turn to buy the drinks.” With that, he led the way into the pub.

At the bar, Ryan’s cheeks were flushed and he avoided meeting Johnny’s eyes as he ordered for both of them. This pub didn’t have fruity cider, much to Johnny’s disappointment, so he went with the stuff they had on tap. It wasn’t as sweet as the bottles, but it was still pretty good. He picked up his pint as Ryan was paying, “I’ll go and find us a table.”

Johnny deliberately picked one in a little snug off the side of the bar. There were only two tables in there and the other one was empty. If they were lucky they’d probably get to keep it all to themselves. He put his drink on the table that was tucked around the corner, hidden from view unless someone actually came down the step from the main bar. Waiting until Ryan had spotted him, Johnny slid onto the bench seat that backed onto the wall, leaving plenty of space for Ryan.

When Ryan rounded the corner he hesitated for a moment, so Johnny patted the seat beside him.

Ryan sat, leaving a gap so they weren’t touching. He took a gulp of his pint and misjudged it, slopping a little beer down his chin and onto his hoodie. “Bollocks.” He wiped his mouth with his hand and dabbed ineffectively at the wet patch on his clothes.

Johnny chuckled. “I thought you played football? I bet you’re no good at scoring if you can’t even find your own mouth with a pint. You missed a bit. Here….” He caught a few drops of beer on Ryan’s chin with his fingertips and sucked them clean, watching as Ryan’s pupils expanded, eclipsing some of the blue.

Encouraged, Johnny spread his legs so his knee touched Ryan’s. Ryan didn’t move away.

“What are you studying again? I forget.” Johnny took another sip of his cider. The fruit one had been strong and he hadn’t eaten much today, so he was feeling a little buzzed already.

“Chemistry,” Ryan said.

“So you’re a geeky science-guy?” Johnny grinned. “Do you have to wear a lab coat? Lab coats are hot.”

“Sometimes.” Ryan grinned back. “And really? You have a thing for lab coats?”

“I like any sort of uniform. And lab coats are what doctors wear, and medical kink is always fun in porn.”

“What sort of medical kink?” Ryan frowned. “Not like blood and guts and stuff?”

Johnny laughed. “God no. Definitely not into blood play. Just the whole ‘oh hey, sexy doctor, I’m here about a problem with my dick. I can’t get hard when I’m with a woman’ and then the sexy doctor examines the guy’s dick—usually with his mouth—and he realises he doesn’t have erectile dysfunction after all.”

“Oh yeah. That sounds pretty hot actually.” Ryan shifted in his seat, pressing a little closer to Johnny.

“And of course there’s always the prostate exam cliché. It’s best if the guy going for the exam is an anal virgin and the doctor has to talk him through it. ‘Now just bend over, son, this might hurt a little,’ and then he puts latex gloves on and lubes up his finger….” Johnny felt his dick getting hard at the thought of it. Maybe Ryan would want to do that to him?

“Fuck. You need to send me some links,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, you’d be into that?”

“Maybe.”

“Just to watch it? Or to do it with someone?”

Ryan shrugged, gaze fixed on his drink as he picked it up. “Not sure. Maybe both.” He took another swallow of his pint.

Johnny put his hand on Ryan’s thigh, high up, and squeezed. Leaning in close to Ryan’s ear he said quietly, “I’d let you do it to me.”

Putting his drink down, Ryan turned to Johnny then. Eyes dark and intense he asked, “What are you looking for—with me?”

“Just to fuck. Like I said earlier. I’m not looking for anything serious. But I like repeats with guys I’ve had fun with. And I had a lot of fun with you.” Ryan stared at him, and Johnny could almost see the cogs turning. He wondered what mental calculations Ryan was struggling with. His sexuality? Whether he wanted something regular? Whether he had time for it with his exams approaching? Maybe all of the above. “But it’s no big deal,” Johnny added lightly. “If you’re not interested that’s cool.”

“I am interested,” Ryan said quickly. “Just….”

“Nervous?”

Ryan nodded.

“Want to get it over with? Our second fuck? Once you’ve got your dick in me I’m pretty sure you won’t be nervous anymore.”

“Yeah. That sounds like a good idea. Tonight? Now?”

“Yes,” Johnny said. “Let’s finish our drinks and go.”

“Okay.” Ryan’s pint was nearly empty anyway, and he drained it in a couple of swallows.

“Someone’s keen.” Johnny took another mouthful. The cider was fizzy and hard to drink quickly, but he didn’t want to waste it.

“I need a piss anyway, so you finish up while I go to the toilet.” Ryan put a heavy hand on Johnny’s thigh. He leaned over and kissed Johnny on the cheek. Surprised at the unexpected move from Ryan, Johnny turned and kissed him on the mouth. He tasted of beer, bitter after the sweetness of the cider, and his tongue was hot and insistent. He pulled away before Johnny was ready to give him up. “I’m going to pee.”

As Johnny watched Ryan round the corner into the main bar, a rush of impulsiveness hit him like a truck. Taking a few more swigs of his drink for courage, he waited, counting the seconds in his head. Then he left his drink and followed Ryan to the toilet.

Bingo.

Johnny had timed it perfectly. Ryan was washing his hands when Johnny came in, and the gay sex gods were on their side, because there was nobody else in there and the one cubicle stood with its door ajar.

“Hey.” Ryan greeted him in surprise. But that was all he managed to say before Johnny grabbed him and hustled him into the cramped cubicle, kicking the door shut, and locking it behind them.

“What—?” Ryan began, but Johnny shut him up by kissing him, hoping that was answer enough. Ryan was tense, his arms braced on the back of the door. He didn’t kiss Johnny back at first, and Johnny thought Ryan was going to break away and put a stop to what they were doing. He put his hands on Ryan’s arse, pulling him closer and grinding against him, and it was like putting a lit match to crumpled paper. Suddenly Ryan was giving as good as he got, one hand tangling in Johnny’s hair as he thrust his tongue into Johnny’s mouth. He slipped his other hand into Johnny’s unzipped jacket and stroked his torso, mapping out the planes of Johnny’s abs and chest.

Johnny wasn’t even sure what he’d come in here expecting. He’d given into the impulse to follow Ryan and start something without any plan for what he’d deliver. He got a hand between them to grope Ryan’s cock and it was just as big as he’d remembered. The urge to have it inside him was overwhelming, but he didn’t think Ryan would want to fuck him in a toilet cubicle, and he didn’t have a condom with him anyway. But having it in his mouth would be the next best thing. Taking control, Johnny turned them around, and broke the kiss to reach behind him and slam the toilet seat shut.

“What are you doing?” Ryan’s expression was glazed, lips wet and pink from their kisses.

Johnny sat down. Looking up at Ryan with a wicked grin on his face, he hooked his fingers into Ryan’s belt loops and pulled until Ryan’s crotch was level with his face. “What do you think?”

“We can’t. Not here….” But Ryan made no move to stop him as Johnny unbuckled his belt and started to work on his fly.

“We can. We’re locked in. Nobody can see us. As long as we’re quiet, nobody will know.”

Ryan looked around nervously, but the cubicle was one with floor to ceiling walls, so there wouldn’t be two telltale pairs of feet visible to anyone outside. There was just a small gap above the door where noise could escape, but Johnny was prepared to risk it. Worst-case scenario they’d get busted and could never drink in this pub again, and there were plenty of other pubs around.

Reaching into Ryan’s underwear to free his cock, Johnny found hard flesh waiting for him. Being anxious about getting caught obviously wasn’t a turn off. He gripped Ryan’s erection and pumped it a few times, looking up at Ryan and waiting to see how he reacted.

“Fuck,” Ryan muttered. Then he took hold of Johnny’s head and guided him forward. “Yeah. Suck me.”

Johnny took him deep, letting Ryan thrust into his mouth. His hands now free, Johnny undid his fly and tried to work his cock out, but it was trapped. Pulling off just long enough to say, “Hang on, let me….” He half-stood so he could get his jeans and underwear down around his knees and sat again. The lid of the toilet was cold on his arse and he flinched, but Ryan distracted him by shoving his cock back into Johnny’s mouth and fucking his face. Johnny started jerking himself off, horny as hell from the whole situation. Ryan taking control, being somewhere public, feeling trapped with his jeans around his legs like restraints. He let Ryan use his mouth, opening his throat to take him deeper. When he gagged, he ignored it, moaning around Ryan’s dick as his eyes watered with the effort of taking it.

“Jesus, Johnny,” Ryan whispered. “That’s so good. Look at me.”

Johnny tilted his head back a little and opened his eyes to see Ryan watching him. One hand firmly on the back of Johnny’s neck, Ryan touched Johnny’s cheek with his other hand, the gentle trail of his fingertips a contrast with the brutal thrust of his cock. Ryan was flushed and breathless, eyes wild. Johnny thought he might come soon, and had a flash of regret that he’d rushed this. Once Ryan came he probably wouldn’t want to go back home to fuck. But Johnny couldn’t bring himself to stop, like a truck with faulty brakes, the momentum they’d built up was too much and he was powerless to slow things down.

Fate intervened as they heard the outer door to the toilets open. They both froze, Johnny with his mouth still around Ryan’s cock as the heavy tread of footsteps echoed on the tiled floor.

The door rattled as someone tried to open it, and gave a humph of annoyance at finding it occupied.

Please let him not need a shit, Johnny thought.

Mercifully, the footsteps moved away, followed by the stream of piss hitting a urinal accompanied by a grunt of release and a loud fart. Johnny was glad Ryan’s dick was still in his mouth, otherwise he might have laughed. He looked up and met Ryan’s panicked expression. His cock was softening rapidly, as was Johnny’s, so Johnny let it slip free and grinned reassuringly.

They listened to the rustle and zip, and more footsteps, and then the door opening and closing with a thud.

“Fuck.” Ryan moved like lightning, tucking his cock away, and zipping up. Johnny followed suit at a more leisurely pace. It was clear that this little interlude was over.

Ryan opened the cubicle door cautiously, then hurried out and went over to the sinks. “What if that person is sitting near the loos and sees us leave together? He’ll know we were both in there.”

Johnny shrugged. “So what if he does. He’s not gonna say anything is he? But if you’re worried, you can leave first and wait outside the pub for me. Then I’ll be the one who gets the dirty looks.”

“Yeah okay.” Ryan still looked worried.

“You going then?”

“Hang on, your eyeliner’s running. You might want to fix it.” Ryan reached up with his thumb and brushed at the skin under one of Johnny’s eyes.

“Oh fuck, yeah. My eyes were streaming from gagging on your cock. I bet I look like Alice Cooper. I’ll sort it out and see you outside in minute or so.”

“Okay.” Ryan squared his shoulders and marched through the door, leaving Johnny alone.

Johnny turned to look in the mirror over the sink. Licking his finger, he wiped away the worst of the smudges. When he was done, he followed Ryan out. Nobody seemed to be looking at him weirdly so he reckoned they’d got away with it.

Outside, he found Ryan waiting under a streetlamp with his hands in his pockets.

“You still wanna fuck?” Johnny asked.

“Yeah. Only somewhere where we won’t get interrupted, or arrested.”

Johnny chuckled. “Your place or mine, then?”

“Yours,” Ryan said quickly. Johnny wasn’t surprised. Ryan was still clearly uncomfortable about hooking up with Johnny, so he wouldn’t want his housemates seeing them together.

“Let’s go then.”