Chapter 4 #3
I take a sip of my drink, and woah is that strong. Sweet too, just like Nylan said. The flavor is actually a little familiar, but I can’t put my finger on it. It’s similar to the dar-buk filling.
“What do you think?” I must have made a face cause Nylan is laughing a little.
“Strong. But good.” I smile and take another sip.
The four of us stand around talking and nursing our drinks.
There is thankfully no work talk, except for Nylan telling us the story of some customer he had this week arguing with him over a book title.
I’m the first one done with my drink, and when Nylan notices, he immediately offers to get me another.
I eye him suspiciously but say yes because even though I’m pretty sure he’s trying to get me drunk, I think I’ll be okay around these three.
By the time I finish drink #2, I’m starting to feel warm and fuzzy, and I can feel myself swaying a little to the beat.
“Yessss.” Nylan watches me and grins before turning to Ragnar. “Can we go dance now? Pleaaaseeee, Sir?”
“Uh-uh, you know I’m gonna need at least one more of these before I’m ready for that.” He holds up his mostly finished beer, making his half-elf pout.
Maybe it’s the alcohol (it’s definitely the alcohol), but from across the table, I tell Nylan, “I’ll dance with you.”
His face brightens at my offer. “You will?”
“Yes, you will?” Khazak asks from my left, amused.
“Did you wanna dance with him?” Am I’m cutting in?
“No, that is alright.” He chuckles. “I do not dance.”
“Aww. Why not?” I poke him in the side. “’s fun.”
“I’m glad you think so. Come on!” Nylan grabs me by the wrist and pulls me onto the dance floor.
Nylan weaves us through the throngs of people dancing, stopping when we find an open spot on the floor. His hips are already moving to the beat of the music, and I start to do the same but hesitate. I manage to shake it off, but I’m still moving a little awkwardly.
“You okay?” Nylan gives me a funny look.
“Yeah, sorry.” It seems silly to say out loud. “I just realized I’ve never actually danced with a guy before.”
“I thought that might be the case.” He smirks. “Figured I might be a little easier for your first time than either of those big lugs.” He jerks his head in the direction of our owners.
“Thanks.” I laugh, moving a little more confidently.
“I promise it’s not that different from dancing with a girl.” Nylan steps a little more into my space.
I start to match my rhythm to his, and before long, Nylan reaches out to take my hands, placing them on his hips while his go on my shoulders.
Soon enough, the two of us are dancing with ease, the alcohol more than enough to make me forget about feeling self-conscious.
The only things I’m paying attention to are the music playing and the half-elf in front of me.
I like dancing. I used to do it all the time back home.
Just, you know, with girls. This really doesn’t feel that different.
Nylan is a little feminine I guess, but that’s not what I mean.
Looking around, I can see that we’re not even the only two men dancing together right now.
Most of the couple around us are mixed-gender, but there’s more than one pairing of two men or women on the floor. No one is batting an eye.
“So, how have you two been doing?” Nylan asks, breaking my trance.
“What do you mean?” Me and Khazak?
“No more fights or...attempted jail breaks?” His eyebrow quirks up at the second part of his question.
“No, nothing like that.” I roll my eyes. “We’ve been getting along pretty great.”
“That’s good to hear.” He smiles as he shimmies. “We were always hoping Khazak would meet someone like you.”
His words give me pause. “Ny...you know that we’re not really a couple, right? I’m still leaving in two...a month and a half.” Wow, time really flies.
“Yeah, I know... It’s still nice though.” His smile turns sad for just a second.
The tempo of the next song slows down, and the drums start to beat a little louder. Nylan takes the opportunity to pull me in even closer, our crotches all but grinding against each other. Shit, I think he’s even half-hard. Maybe I am too.
“Are you sure we should be dancing like this?” Not that I try to stop him.
“Why? Worried we’ll get in trouble?” he taunts.
“Just wondering what our owners would think if they were watching.” Might not necessarily be thinking anything bad.
“Oh, I’m counting on them watching.” He peers over my shoulder in the direction of their table. “Look.”
He turns us so that I’m able to look, and I can see both Khazak and Ragnar, eyes locked on us. Their faces are mostly amused, but there’s something else there too, something darker. Nylan spins around, drawing my attention back to him.
“I do not like to be kept waiting,” Nylan growls as he pushes his ass back onto my now definitely half-hard cock.
I look down at Nylan grinding back against me. He’s got a cute lil’ bubble butt back here. I stare at it, somewhat mesmerized, my hands still on his hips. I’m so distracted that I don’t notice anyone else walking up to us until I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Mind if I cut in?” Ragnar asks with a smirk, not bothering to wait for an answer as he whisks Nylan away from me with a squeaked out “Yay!”
I smile as I watch the two of them start dancing, Nylan’s arms wrapped Ragnar’s neck, looking up at him with so much adoration. It’s really sweet, and not even in a cheesy way. I turn, figuring I’ll head back to the table to join Khazak, only to come face-to-face with the man himself.
“Oh, hi. We can go back to the—’’ My words are cut off when Sir grabs my harness and pulls me to him, a look of determination on his face. “I thought you didn’t dance?”
“Well, it is apparent that will have to change, lest you run off with some pretty thing you meet on the dancefloor without me.” His words say “I had no choice,” but his face says “I have something to prove.”
“Wait, are you jealous?” I tease gleefully.
“Not jealous.” A hand snakes down my back to grab my ass. “Possessive.”
I don’t respond to that, just grin as we start to move together.
Both our movements are a little stilted—his from lack of experience and mine because I’ve never danced with someone where I wasn’t leading.
His hands are on me the same way mine were on Nylan earlier.
It’s a little strange at first, but then I feel them tighten possessively and I shiver.
With all the alcohol in our systems, it doesn’t take long to relax.
No clue if our dancing is any better, but at least I’m not thinking about anyone else.
We move together to the rhythm of the bass, and I watch a bead of sweat roll down his bare chest. I’m practically dripping myself.
When we grind against each other, I can feel his cock growing, and it puts Nylan’s to shame.
Feeling adventurous thanks to the drinks (I might need another of those in a bit.
..), I try copying Nylan’s moves from earlier, flipping around to press my back against Khazak’s front.
Immediately, two arms wrap around my chest and stomach, holding me against him.
Because of our height difference, his dick is half against my ass and half against my lower back, but that’s more than enough to work with.
I close my eyes and sway to the beat, feeling Khazak’s length continue to grow against my back.
My own dick is a solid lump in my jockstrap, which I can only imagine clearly visible to anyone looking thanks to how tight my pants are.
Khazak’s arms tighten around me, and I feel his hot breath against my neck.
The hand on my stomach slowly snakes down, following the trail of fur on my stomach into the top of my pants.
His fingertips ghost through the top of my pubic hair and make me shiver again.
I could really get used to this.
Several hours, drinks, and dances later, the four of us finally leave the outdoor bar together.
The first stop is to get some food, which ends up being a bowl full of these incredible tasting pieces of chicken that have been breaded and fried in oil.
Those get washed down with a full glass of water from a tavern, which both orcs get into Nylan and me in the interest of not waking up with a hangover.
After we are sufficiently hydrated, the four of us remain in the tavern to talk.
Well, Khazak and Ragnar talk because Nylan and I are both pushed to the floor a few minutes in to kneel between our respective orcs’ legs.
Feeling my ears and face pinken as my face is drawn toward Khazak’s crotch, any thoughts of embarrassment are shoved away when a thick green cock is shoved into my mouth.
To my left, out of the corner of my eye, I can see Nylan getting similar treatment, a green hand in his hair guiding him up and down.
The two orcs above us continue to talk as if we aren’t here, aren’t currently sucking them down in the middle of a tavern.
They aren’t even speaking Common anymore, having switched at some point without me noticing.
Being ignored like that, combined with the casual use of my mouth, is doing something to me, and I can feel myself growing hard in my pants again.
The cock is hot and heavy in my mouth, the familiar taste of Sir’s precum hitting my tongue each time I slide over the head.
After all the dancing and working up a sweat, the smell of his musk is so strong, and it hits my nostrils every time I sink down on him.
It’s intoxicating, and the longer it goes on, the further I sink into a headspace where the only things that exist are him and me and what we’re doing. How I’m serving him.