Twink and Hal at the club uvu

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The loud, upbeat music in the club, which Twink had dragged Hal to that night, kept going on and on as Twink enjoyed himself on the dance floor and Hal was enjoying a cold drink by himself at a small table in the area near the bar. This type of place wasn’t really Hal’s cup of tea, but he knew how much Twink loved the energy, attention and atmosphere. So, if Twink was having fun Hal didn’t mind accompanying his partner and watching from afar.

Zoning out, the bright light and dancing silhouettes on the floor became a blur in Hal’s unfocused eye, the vibrations of the bass in the floor being the only thing that kept him grounded, as he lost himself in his thoughts and –

Sudden movement in front of him snapped him out of it and he came to lay his gaze upon a stranger in the stool across the table: It was a beautiful woman with a captivating aura and sweet scent engulfing her.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked in a silky voice, although she’d already sat down with her drink.

“Oh, no, go ahead–” Hal responded instinctively.

"Fantastic!”

The woman sipped her drink, sneaking glances towards Hal who had directed his attention back to the dance floor, searching for Twink amongst the moving bodies, but without luck.

“So,” the woman started, “are you gonna buy me a drink when I’m finished with this one?” She waved her half-empty glass gently between her fingers and leaned slightly over the table, getting herself closer to Hal in an unmistakable attempt at flirting with him. Hal, being his usual polite, people-pleasing and service minded self, heard the affirming words escape his own mouth before his mind had even caught up to what was going on. The woman smiled and batted her eyes at him, clearly taking Hal’s agreement as him being interested in her advances.

Hal started to fiddle with the sleeve of his shirt, cursing himself for this fuck-up and wrecking his mind for solutions as to how to get out of this predicament without offending or upsetting the woman and cause a scene.

He felt her hand on his own, and he flinched, snatching his hand away from her touch.

“Aww, no need to get all nervous, now,” she said, “I won’t bite–”

“But I will,” a sharp voice cut her off and Hal felt his body suddenly enveloped in strong arms and a firm chest pressing against his cheek, as Twink, in one smooth motion sat down in his lap, long legs crossed.

He was making direct eye contact with the woman across the table.

Her hand retreated, her flirty confidence quickly ebbing away as Twink stared her down, making it abundantly clear that Hal was off-limits. Claimed.

“Now, off you go,” Twink said in an indifferent tone that verged on condescending and waved a dismissing hand at her. The stranger pursed her lips, grabbed her drink and disappeared in the crowd without ever meeting Twink’s gaze.

Twink chuckled softly and loosened back into his regular affectionate and smiling demeanor. “Say, how would you like to rate your own personal rescue service on a scale from ‘one’ to ‘I would’ve been dead without you, Twink’ today, Mr. Sherman?” Twink inquired playfully, cradling Hal’s soft beard closer to his firm, sweaty chest and scooting his butt deeper into Hal’s lap.

Hal, however, had lost all ability to form coherent speech: Not only was his partner publicly showing a possessive and intimate display of affection which was making Hal blush - the confident, smooth and superior way he’d swooped in and taken complete control of the situation had been incredibly arousing.

Embarrassed about the development currently happening in his pants, but without being able to do anything about it, lest he draw more attention to himself, Hal had to shamefully acknowledge that he probably didn’t even have to say anything. Twink could, without a doubt, already tell by the erection poking into his sparingly clad butt just how much Hal truly appreciated the ‘service’.