Gay smut oneshots NSFW (og characters and stuff)

The smell of gin and other alcoholic beverages waft through the air. The typical scent you'd taste at a business party.

Unlike the other "responsible" adults, Rowan and Kaid had only touched water and the meals presented. As a few of their other friends laughed and stumbled, they stood in the back, "Tsk"ing and silently judging their tipsy coworkers.

Drinking their water from clean champagne glasses, occasionally smoothing out their suits and dodging clattering and spilling wine glasses from staining the clean, perfect fabric.

"I thought this was a little gathering." Kaid grumbles, his lips on the rim of his glass. His short black hair glistens in the glimmering party light, catching Rowan's eye and making Rowan remember he's actually standing with someone.

"You know what a "little gathering" actually is when May organizes it. It means hours of chaos and spilt champagne." Scoffs Rowan, sipping his own water.

Kaid glances over at him.

"I guess I probably should've stuck with my usual excuse." He says with a small regretful smile, making Rowan chuckle.

"The "Lost all the files on my computer" excuse?" He replies, making Kaid nod.

"Exactly." He says, and Rowan laughs again, his blonde hair waving with each movement.

Kaid takes the opportunity to let his eyes run over Rowan. A tall, funny, yet responsible and quiet coworker with annoyingly soft-looking blonde hair can easily make anyone feel weird and giddy.

But Kaid doesn't. He totally doesn’t. Because that's weird. At least, he thinks it is, and so does Rowan. Probably.

Kaid's eyes snap back up to Rowan's face, only to find icy blue ones staring back at him.

An awkward cough escapes both of them as their eyes snap away from each other, water-filled champagne glasses to lips, pretending that they weren't just admiring each other.

Y'know. The usual thing.

Luckily, the party was at a booked hotel, so Kaid and Rowan had all the freedom to walk out and relax in a room that didn't smell like alcohol and the clash of random cologne and perfume.

They walk to the elevator, just chatting. They see a few other coworkers walk past, greeting them and talking quietly.

It seems May invited all of the workers.

"I feel bad for the waiters and cleaners. They have to clean up all the shit we've left." Rowan says with a chuckle as they enter the elevator. Kaid nods.

"Maybe they'll have to drag a few drunk bodies back to their reserved rooms. That'll be fun for them." Kaid murmurs sarcastically, earning a laugh from Rowan.

Rowan walks over to the mirror wall in the elevator, picking at his hair and suit, fixing strands of wavy blonde hair into place which had poofed up from the humidity of the party.

Did he actually care what his hair looked like? No. To be honest, he couldn't give a shit whether his hair was neat or messy.

He just watches Kaid leaning against the wall of the elevator in the reflection if the mirror. Kaid's always tired eyes staring down at the floor, his hands deep in his pockets. The way his hair falls in front of his eyes, how even in a dusty and small elevator, he still looks hot as fu-

"Rowan, you coming? Or do you want to live in there?" Kaid says with a small smirk, making Rowan realize he zoned out.

Rowan chuckles and follows him out.

As they walk, both of them secretly and discreetly observe the other as they walk.

Rowan, however, then starts to trail behind and watches Kaid from slightly behind him.

Rowan just watches, seeing how his hair sways slightly as he walks, how his shoes hit the floor, how his legs move like a model's would on the runway.

A soft and exasperated sigh escapes his lips, as he runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks feeling slightly rosy.

This is so stupid. What am I even doing? What am I even thinking? I can't even walk behind the guy without being weird. He thinks to himself.

Kaid looks over his shoulder briefly, checking on Rowan because he's trailing behind. One small glance immediately makes the thoughts come crawling back to Rowan.

Kaid stops at a door and pulls out his keycard.

"Come in." He says bluntly, opening the door to his room. Rowan shakes his head with a soft, nervous smile.

"Ah, n-no, I think I might just go back to mine." He murmurs, avoiding any kind of eye contact.

Ugh, come on, Rowan!! You can't even be in his hotel room now?! Dumbass!!

Kaid sighs.

"It wasn't an offer. Come inside." He says, making it clear that it wasn't up for discussion.

Rowan is now grateful for Kaid's “persuasiveness.”

He enters, taking off his suit jacket and throwing it on the dining table. He lands on the couch with a soft groan, stretching his back.

"Man, this couch is comfier than my bed. How'd you get this room? You're lucky; my bed feels like a fucking rock." Rowan muses, trying to find something to say.

Kaid chuckles, taking off his suit jacket as well, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed. "I dunno. But I'm glad that someone can agree that the couch is comfy."

Rowan laughs softly and lies down on it.

After a while of silence, Kaid sighs.

"Watch TV or something. I'm having a shower. I smell like absolute shit, thanks to the beer that Jack spilt on me." He grumbles, walking off into his room.

The door shuts, leaving Rowan alone in the living room. Hm. He didn’t smell like beer. Wait, did I subconsciously smell him? What the fuck.

After thinking those thoughts, Rowan punches a few pillows, grabs his own hair, and rolls around like a child throwing a tantrum on the couch. Why? Well, because he's burning up. Why?? Because he's in his coworker's hotel room.

He's getting flustered from being in a guy's hotel room.

Pathetic.

Eventually, he just sits on the couch, defeated. He grabs the remote, jabs at a few buttons, and frowns as the TV fails to turn on.

A few more attempts, and the TV stays off.

Rowan gently removes the cover on the remote, revealing that the remote didn't have batteries in it.

He spends the next five or so minutes searching for batteries in drawers, cupboards, and even under the couch.

What kind of hotel doesn't put batteries in their remotes?? He thinks in frustration.

With some reluctance, he gently knocks on Kaid's bedroom door. The sound of the shower stopped a while ago, meaning Kaid would be finished with his shower.

The door opens, revealing Kaid, shirtless, hair wet, and grey sweatpants on.

Rowan's eyes immediately almost drift down, but he quickly makes an effort to glue them to Kaid's face.

"Your remote doesn't have any batteries. Do you know where they are?" He says calmly, holding up the empty remote.

Kaid chuckles.

"Yeah, I probably should've mentioned that. The batteries are in there." He points to the bathroom inside his room.

Rowan walks in nonchalantly, walking into the bathroom and checking the drawers for batteries. Eventually, he finds a packet, and laughs triumphantly.

"Ha! There you are, you motherfuckers." He murmurs to the batteries, and walks out.

Kaid is standing right beside his bed, scrolling through his phone. His eyes glance at Rowan as he walks out from the bathroom.

Rowan immediately regrets asking for batteries. Kaid is just standing there, no shirt, semi-wet hair, the sweatpants just "casually" showing his hips and his lower stomach.

Calm down, dumbass. It's not like you haven't seen a guy without his shirt on before. He thinks silently.

Kaid chuckles, dropping his phone onto the nightstand, sauntering over to Rowan.

"What, have you not seen a guy without his shirt on?" He teases, reading Rowan’s mind, folding his arms over his chest. Rowan scoffs, purposely aiming his eyes at a wall somewhere in the room. Anywhere but Kaid.

"Of course I've seen it. Dumbass." He says, rolling his eyes.

A firm hand finds its way to Rowans chin.

"Why are your eyes avoiding me, then?" Kaid whispers with a small smirk, leaning close to Rowan's ear. Rowan grits his teeth, shaking his head.

"I'm not. Stop being so weird." He mumbles, his face getting hotter in Kaid's grasp. Kaid laughs softly, right in Rowan's ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"You're being weird, Ro." He murmurs, using a nickname that Rowan never knew he wanted to hear so badly.

Unexpectedly, the feeling of lips land on Rowans cheek, kissing softly a few times. His lips still pressed to Rowan's skin, Kaid chuckles.

"You're redder than fucking tomato, Ro." He whispers against his skin, his other hand trailing to Rowan's waist, pulling him into his body.

"W-well stop doing...that... then." Rowan grumbles, his hands moving to Kaid's shoulders to keep himself standing. Cold skin immediately turns warm under his hands showing Kaid is just as excited by this as Rowan is.

"Kaid. What are we even doing?" Rowan grumbles, looking around the bedroom that only occupies them. Kaid smirks. "What do you want to do, hm?" He says coyly, one hand gently caressing his cheek, the other holding the small of his back.

Rowan rolls his eyes, saving himself the embarrassment of answering.

“Look at me. Please.” Kaid murmurs, gently turning Rowan’s face to him again. Rowan, of course, refuses and grumbles, forcing his head away.

“Please? Please, Rowan. Look at me.” Kaid mumbles almost desperately, as if he just needed attention. He keeps whispering a few breathy “please”s until Rowan gives in.

Rowan looks at him, his eyes filled with confusion, slight fear, embarrassment, and lust. Definitely lust.

Kaid smiles softly.

“Perfect…” he whispers, and leans in without warning.

He brings Rowan in for a soft kiss, completely forgetting who they are, where they are, and what they’re supposed to he doing.

Rowan responds to the kiss, wrapping his arms around Kaid’s neck. They become a soft medley of moans as the kiss gets deeper and more of a french kiss than anything else.

Still holding Rowan in a tight yet gentle embrace, Kaid moves him closer to the bed. Rowan stumbles and immediately breaks the kiss with a small yelp as he lands on the bed. Slightly disoriented, he tries to sit up, only to be pinned down by Kaid.

“Stay right where you are. I like it when you’re under me.” He whispers, his voice dripping with lust. His hand is placed on Rowan’s chest, pinning his body down to the bed. Rowan swallows hard, looking away.

“You can’t say things like that.”

“Who said I couldnt? I know you definitely didn’t. Youre enjoying it, aren’t you?” He responds with a chuckle.

Rowan sighs.

“Maybe.” He replies back, smiling softly. Her reaches up and brings his hands to the side of Kaid’s face, bringing him down for another kiss. Kaid’s tongue immediately brushes against Rowan’s bottom lip, obviously persuading Rowan in just one touch to part his lips.

As Kaid’s tongue slips in, Rowan lets out a soft groan under his breath and kisses deeper, until their tongues are both thrashing and pressing together.

Between pants and kisses, Rowan mutters,

“This isn’t what I expected what we’d be doing when you invited me in…”

Kaid lets out a soft mischievous giggle, trailing his lips down to Rowan’s throat. He kisses the skin once, very softly, and whispers,

“It’s exactly what I planned, though.”

Rowan raises an eyebrow, still short on breath. “Elaborate?”

Kaid shrugs, shifting closer until his body is pressed on Rowan’s, pinning him down on the bed further. His head rests between Rowan’s shoulder and neck, his breath teasing Rowan’s skin.

“Letting you in. The batteries. Me having a shower.” He says, as if that explained anything.

In response to Rowan’s confused expression, Kaid giggles again.

“Didn’t you notice? I took the batteries out of my remote and put them in my bathroom, knowing you’d look for them. No one spilt beer on me; it was just water—I’m surprised you didn’t question me because I didn’t smell like beer. And, I figured it’d be easier to get my clothes off later on if I was wearing barely any.”

Rowan’s eyes widen, his cheeks turning crimson.

“You con artist! This was all a trick? You…you absolute manipulator! Complete mind twister!”

Kaid smiles, leaning down and gently kissing Rowan’s shoulder. “Mhm. Call me all those names, but you know in a few minutes you’ll be screaming just one of them.”

Rowan grumbles, averting his eyes to the ceiling as Kaid drags his lips along his neck, his teeth grazing the skin every so often.

“Asshole.” He says quietly, but says it loud enough so that Kaid can hear. Kaid chuckles again, kissing a bit harder.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be in yours in a few minutes. Be patient, Ro.”

Rowan turns bright red, trying to wriggle away.

“Sh-Shut up!! That’s weird! And really horny! Don’t say that!” He says angrily, and Kaid laughs, lifting his head from Rowan’s neck. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry, I won’t say something like that again.”

Rowan frowns, and relaxes on the bed.

“Okay.”

“Maybe.” Kaid adds quietly, gently nibbling on Rowan’s neck. Rowan clears his throat to stop any noise that was bubbling in his throat. The nibbles turn to bites that will definitely leave marks, followed by soft groans from Kaid. Rowan trembles slightly as he feels Kaid’s hands slip up his shirt, trailing over his skin.

Rowan instinctively loosens his tie, taking it off and throwing it on the floor. Kaid takes this as an invitation to take Rowan’s shirt off, throwing it near his tie.

“Like I said earlier; I like it when you’re under me.” He whispers seductively into Rowan’s ear, his hands now trailing down his body to his pants.

Without hesitation, Kaid removes Rowan’s pants. He throws them somewhere, just leaving Rowan with his boxers. Rowan clears his throat awkwardly, looking to the side at the wall as the cold air hits his skin.

Taking note of the goosebumps on Rowan, Kaid smiles. He gently reaches up and rubs Rowan’s arms, leaning close.

“You cold?” He whispers, and Rowan nods. Kaid smiles even wider.

“I’ll warm you up real nice, Ro. Real, real nice.” He says even softer, his hands trailing down until they reach the growing bulge in Rowan’s boxers. Rowan slaps his hand away, earning a confused glance from Kaid.

“Sorry. Reflexes.” He mumbles, even though it doesn’t make sense. Kaid smiles, and reaches up to kiss him.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He says calmly with a shrug.

As they kiss once more, Rowan can feel Kaid untie the drawstring of his sweatpants against Rowans body, and throw them somewhere too. Kaid pulls his lips away and reaches over to the bedside table. He grabs the bible that was put in the hotel room and throws it at the bedroom door, making the door swing shut.

Rowan laughs. “Wow, I don’t think God would appreciate you using his “book of knowledge” to close a door.”

Kaid grins. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to see this, either.”

Rowam laughs again, but it gets muffled as Kaid kisses him again. A few more minutes of loud making out, and Kaid gets a little impatient.

He starts to rub his bulge on Rowan’s, his eyes shut and his slightly smiling lips turned into a straight line against Rowan’s. Rowan moans softly and opens his eyes, watching Kaid grind on him, his face cold and hard as he focuses his concentration down there.

After a while, Kaid grumbles a “fuck it” and slips off his boxers and Rowan’s and immediately starts rubbing his dick (lmao) against Rowan’s entrance. He gasps softly, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he feels Kaid do this.

“Wow. You’re impatient.” Rowan stutters out with a small laugh, his face flushed and slightly surprised from the gesture. Kaid lets out a breathy chuckle that’s just more of an impatient exhale.

“What can I say? You’re very enticing.” He mumbles, his eyes closing slowly as he rubs himself harder against Rowan. Rowan lets out a small whimper of shock as Kaid slips the tip of his dick inside, finally getting what he wanted.

“T-That’s—“

“Painful?” Kaid asks softly, slowly moving deeper into Rowan at a snails pace. Rowan groans softly, mumbling,

“No. The opposite.”

Kaid nods slowly, and starts forcing his dick inside Rowan a bit faster.

“O-Okay, now, no need to g—“

“Shh.”

“Fuck, Ka—“

“Shut up.” Kaid whispers, his eyes closed and his head bent down towards Rowan’s stomach. He atops moving his body, but stays where he is inside Rowan. Rowan starts speaking again, his voice slightly raspy from the pleasure.

“You’re—“

“Every time you speak, I’ll only go deeper.” He murmurs, turning his piercing eyes up to Rowan’s. “Really?” Rowan says sceptically with a raised eyebrow, only to stifle a moan as Kaid proves his point.

Rowan takes a breath, and gently moves his hips down onto Kaid’s. Kaid pushes his cock (hahahahahahahhahaha) fully inside Rowan. After that, they pause for a moment.

Kaid breathes heavily and shakily, holding onto Rowan as Rowan does the same. Rowan slowly grinds his hips down onto Kaid’s keeping his eyes glued to the dark, deep brown ones staring back at him.

Immediately, Kaid presses his hands to Rowan’s sides, taking hold of him. He starts to relentlessly pound into Rowan, earning a startled “WOAH THERE KAID—“ from Rowan, quickly followed by quick moans.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” Kaid groans, smiling through the pleasure. Rowan can’t respond, his eyes closing and opening and staring all around the room, his head moving around and trying to find a comfortable position.

“Kaid.” Rowan whispers, whimpering and moaning under his breath. Kaid nods, but Rowan doesn’t notice, his eyes shut tight.

“Kaid.”

“Yes?” Kaid murmurs, groaning every once in a while. Rowan doesn’t seem to be looking for an answer.

“Kaid.”

“Ro, ask the question.” Kaid growls, leaning down and thrusting inside Rowan faster, only making Rowan moan louder.

“Kaid!” He cries, his back arching. He whimpers more and more, his eyes opening wide, then shutting tight and avoiding rolling back into his head. He mumbles incoherent words, then cries out,

“J-Jesus christ, Kaid! I’m g-fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum! Oh my god!” He squirms, his cheeks crimson, streaked with small tears of pleasure.

“So quickly, hey?” Kaid chuckles, kissing the side of his head softly. “Need help?”

“No I’m fine thankyou very much you’ve done enough already.” Rowan says speedily, then lets out another set of whimpers as Kaid goes faster.

At one small coincidence, Kaid’s dick hits just the right spot, making Rowan’s eyes fly wide open, his hips now grinding down into Kaid’s as he groans, his body trembling and jerking to a stop.

He cums, his body twitching eevr so slightly, his eyes half-lidded, his mouth agape slightly.

Kaid smiles, leaning down and kissing Rowan’s chin.

“Good job.” He teases, still slowly grinding his dick inside Rowan. Rowan sighs, his eyes finally closing as he pants.

“Fuck you.” He grumbles.

“You just did.” Kaid muses with a smirk, breathing heavily as well.

“I’ll fuck your mum, then.” “She’s dead.” “That’s nice.”

Kaid laughs as Rowan rambles nonsense, his chest heaving and the white streaks still staying planted on their skin. Kaid smiles.

“Even if you did fuck her, you’d still be a bottom.” He whispers in a soft voice, kissing his collarbone softly. Rowan has no energy to supress anything, so he lets out a sigh of pleasure.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Kaid.” He says with a small, weak smile.

Second part coming out when I feel like it😗 (still gay sex. (it will always be gay sex))