Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
Blood rushed so fast up to his cheeks so fast he saw stars. Techie leaned into the kiss even more, mesmerized, and closed his eyes. Her lips felt divine! When they pulled apart for air, he felt jittery and strung up, but in a good way. “B-by all means, go ahead!” he laughed, and went in for another kiss.