techiehux:

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.

He shivered, blown-wide pupils fixed on Sarah’s kiss swollen lips. “I’m c-clean, okay? And I got, um, condoms.” Techie ran his fingers through her hair and sucked soft on her neck, leaning his hips towards hers.