Barty felt the air escape his body as he got slammed onto the inside of the stall. It was tight, but the stranger, who connected their lips before Barty could take another breath, didn’t really care. Barty moaned slightly into the stranger’s mouth, squinting his eyes open a little bit to look at the stranger. Bleached hair with dark skin and tiny freckles over his nose and under his eyes.
Their lips parted for a moment and Barty took a deep breath before running his hand into the stranger’s hair and pushing their lips back together. The stranger stuck his fingers into the waistband of Barty’s jeans, his palms finding the buckle of Barty’s belt and quickly taking it off.
Barty slightly let go of the stranger’s hair and pulled away from the kiss, his lips red and swollen, matching with the strangers. “Wait, wait.”
The stranger stopped, and looked at Barty, confused. From closer, Barty could see the little outline of the stranger’s pupil, whereas in the bar, Barty thought the stranger’s pupils and eyes were the same colour.
“What’s your name?” Barty asked, his hand going from the stranger’s blonde hair to their neck.
“Evan. Yours?” the stranger replied, getting a little closer.
“Barty.”
The corners of Evan’s mouth twisted up as he leaned in for another kiss. Barty let him, his tongue running along Evan’s lips, which parted, letting Barty slip his tongue in for another sloppy make-out.
Evan resumed running his fingers around Barty’s slut waist and then unbuttoning his pants. Barty’s hand was still on Evan’s neck but the other one slid down to Evan’s pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them as well.
Evan put a hand on Barty’s chest, pushing him harder in the stall and making their lips pull off each other. Barty whined in protest, and Evan’s slight smile grew.
“You make nice sounds, Barty,” Evan hissed, getting close to his ear.
Barty opened his mouth and he put a hand in his pants, palming his cock. Evan grabbed his wrist and pulled it out of Barty’s pants.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Evan smirked and Barty exhaled shakily.
“Please…touch me…” Barty whined, wriggling his wrist in Evan’s grip.
Evan raised an eyebrow, that stupid amused expression on his face. He let go of Barty’s wrist and put his hand on Barty’s shoulder. With no warning, Evan nudged the back of Barty’s knees and pushed his shoulder down. Barty fell to his knees painfully on the cold tiles.
He hissed as the pain shot through his legs and then looked up at Evan. Evan pulled his dick out of his briefs and Barty almost went cross-eyed looking at it. He slightly opened his mouth, feeling drool start to form.
“C’mon, slut, show me what you can do,” Evan said, a playful tone to his words.
Barty smirked up at Evan and lifted himself up a little bit before his tongue ran over the tip. He heard Evan make an angelic sound that made his stomach churn, but he focused on sucking instead. He wrapped a hand around the base of Evan’s dick and then he felt a hand in his hair. It wasn’t pulling or pushing, it was just there.
Barty let the dick further into his mouth, tongue running circles over it. Barty heard Evan groan again and the grip in his hair became harder.
“You suck dick like a bitch,” Evan growled, making Barty moan slightly into his cock.
Barty lightly ran his teeth over Evan’s dick, making Evan inhale sharply and pull his hair tighter. Barty started to pull back and then go back forward slowly, Evan’s hand in his hair slightly guiding him. Barty took his hand off of Evan’s cock and put it on Evan's jeans, that were halfway down his thighs. He let Evan move his head faster, hollowing out his cheeks so that he could go deeper.
Evan started to fuck his face, harder, faster, stronger. Every time Evan’s cock hit the back of Barty’s neck, Barty’s eyes teared up a little more, bit by bit. Evan had put his other hand on Barty’s hair as well, but this hand was stroking his hair out of his sweaty forehead as Evan went faster.
Barty’s moans got louder and he started to dig his nails into the skin of Evan’s thighs that wasn’t covered by his jeans. Tears started to stream down his cheeks and his ears started to ring.
A few seconds later, there was a pop! and Evan pulled his dick out of Barty’s mouth. Evan crouched down and looked at Barty, who was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. Barty’s mouth hung open, saliva leaking down his chin. Evan swiped it off before putting his finger under Barty’s chin, making him close his mouth.
“You okay?” Evan asked, his thumb running across Barty’s bottom lip.
Barty took another few deep breaths before nodding and looking up at Evan. “Fuck me.”
Evan smirked and raised an eyebrow. “You sure you can take it? You seemed pretty winded.”
“Do it,” Barty hissed, grabbing the collar of Evan’s shirt and pushing their lips into each other.
Evan wrapped his arms around Barty’s waist, helping him stand while they kissed. Barty hadn’t realized how numb his knees felt from being on the hard tiles until he stood up and all the blood rushed down to his feet. He whimpered lightly into Evan’s mouth before he unzipped his fly and pushed his pants down. Evan parted their lips, a bit of saliva between them. Before Barty could close his mouth, Evan shoved two fingers into his mouth.
Barty made a noise of surprise, but licked and sucked Evan’s boney fingers. When they were wet enough–in Evan’s opinion–he pulled them out and, quickly, his fingers found Barty’s hole, slowly pushing his fingers in. Barty moaned a bit and Evan took the opportunity to start kissing Barty once more. Evan fucked his finger, slick with Barty’s spit, into Barty’s hole, curling inside and pressing on the walls.
Barty rocked his hips a bit on Evan’s fingers, before pulling away from the kiss and moaning, “Another.”
Evan squeezed in a third finger, the tight fit of Barty’s hole clenching around them and he pumped and pushed deeper, his own cock jumping with anticipation.
“Cock. Now,” Barty ordered making Evan raise an eyebrow.
“Say it nicely,” Evan hissed, craning his fingers making Barty open his mouth.
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
Barty moaned and then looked into Evan’s eyes with frustration.
“Please fuck me with your cock,” Barty finally growled, making Evan smile in satisfaction.
He pulled his fingers out, but kept a hand on Barty’s hip. Suddenly, he turned Barty around so that his hands, chest and face were pressed flat against the stall door. Barty felt himself shiver from the cold door, goose skin running down his arms. Evan put his hands on Barty’s hips, then lined himself up to Barty’s entrance before pushing in.
“Please, please, Evan,” Barty pleaded, jutting his hips closer to Evan.
“Stay still, you fucking whore,” Evan hissed, putting a hand around Barty’s neck.
Barty whimpered in response, bracing himself for the way Evan pulled out except for the tip. Like predicted, Evan shoved his dick in, but still making Barty cry out and his dick pressed uncomfortably against the stall door of the bathroom.
“Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Barty cried, the thrusts starting to find a pace. The side of Barty’s face was continuasley slammed on the stall door, but he really couldn’t care less, because this felt like the best fuck of his life. Maybe it was the alcohol and many beers he had just over an hour ago, but now he couldn’t stop moaning and crying and begging. The noises that Evan made behind him pushed him even further.
Barty’s hands were slipping down the door because they were coated in sweat, and Evan’s nails were definitely making marks in Evan’s hips. Barty took one of his hands off the door and wrapped it around his cock, stroking down its length to match the timing of the thrusts.
“Fuck—Ev—Ev, I’m—”
Barty couldn’t even finish his sentence before his vision went white and his ears started ringing as well. He felt his entire body go numb as a hot liquid streamed into his hand and the stall door. He closed his eyes and his body relaxed against the stall.
~~
A few moments later, he slowly opened his eyes. Evan was sitting next to him, holding a bottle of water and Barty looked down and realised all his clothes were back on his body.
“Evan?” he tried to say, but his voice came out raspy.
“Hey, you’re awake. Here, I got you a water,” Evan handed him the bottle.
Barty looked around, noting that they were still in the bathroom except not in the stall, they were outside where all the sinks were. He uncapped the bottle and started to drink, the water making him feel a little better.
“Jesus,” he finally said when he stopped drinking, “what happened?”
“You passed out,” Evan smirked.
Barty groaned and leaned his head back on the stone wall. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be, I take it as a compliment.”
Barty laughed and looked over at Evan.
God, he really is pretty. Barty thought.
“So… was this a ‘one night’ type thing or more of a ‘I enjoyed this a lot and I wouldn’t mind if you came home with me’ type thing?” Barty asked, his breath hitching slightly.
Evan laughed airly before replying with a smile, “I enjoyed this a lot and I wouldn’t mind if you came home with me, Barty.”
Barty felt a wave of relief wash over him as he smiled.