No Strings Attached
No Strings Attached
The club was packed, its dance floor alive with bodies moving to the pounding beat. Music thundered through the speakers, bass vibrating through the floor as colorful lights swept across the crowd. Laughter and shouts mingled with the music, while bartenders worked at lightning speed, pouring drinks and sliding cocktails across the polished counter. It was one of the most popular clubs in the city, the kind of place where getting past the bouncers was a challenge and getting a table required knowing someone.
Adrian Reed sat at the bar, casually sipping his mojito as if the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.
His honey-brown hair fell in soft, tousled waves across his forehead, catching golden highlights whenever the overhead lights swept across him. The open collar of his black shirt revealed a glimpse of his collarbone, while the sleeves rolled up to his forearms gave him an effortlessly relaxed look. He leaned against the bar with one elbow, the faintest smirk playing on his lips as he watched the crowd through half-lidded eyes.
He looked like a man who knew exactly how good he looked—and had no intention of pretending otherwise.
At least fifteen people had already tried their luck with him that night. Some received a charming smile, others got a brief conversation, and a few were lucky enough to have their drinks accepted. The rest were turned down with a polite but firm refusal.
Adrian got up to use the restroom. On his way there, another guy tried his luck, only to receive a polite rejection and a charming smile that probably made the rejection sting a little less.
After taking care of his business, Adrian stood at the sink, washing his hands.
The door suddenly burst open.
Two guys stumbled inside, too busy kissing passionately to notice anyone else in the room. Adrian glanced at them through the mirror before clearing his throat.
The couple broke apart.
"Get lost," one of them snapped at Adrian.
Before Adrian could respond, the other guy—with striking golden-white hair—pushed his companion away.
The guy stumbled back, staring at him in confusion.
"Jack, what the hell?"
Jack merely shrugged and gestured toward Adrian.
"Sorry, man. He's prettier.”
The guy let out an angry huff but seemed to decide that arguing wasn't worth his time. He shot Jack one last dirty look before storming out.
Adrian turned to face Jack, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Jack, meanwhile, was still looking at him with unmistakable interest, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
"I'm Jack," he introduced himself.
Adrian raised an eyebrow but offered no introduction of his own.
"And I'm not interested."
He turned and headed for the door, only for Jack to step in front of him.
"Come on. I just blew my date for you.”
"That sounds like a you problem," Adrian replied.
Jack let out an amused huff, a quiet laugh escaping his lips. He leaned closer, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial murmur.
"I like kittens that scratch. Makes everything more fun."
Adrian rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips threatened to lift.
Annoying. Absolutely insufferable.
And unfortunately, ridiculously handsome.
The truth was, Adrian hadn't come to the club just to drink mojitos and people-watch. He'd been hoping to find someone worth taking home for the night, and so far, Jack was the most attractive man he'd encountered.
Jack took a step forward, backing Adrian against the sink. He planted one hand on the counter beside Adrian's hip and leaned in, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. His golden-white hair fell across his forehead as he tilted his head, letting his gaze linger on Adrian's face before dipping briefly to his lips.
"Still not interested?" he murmured.
Adrian lifted his chin, refusing to let the smug bastard intimidate him.
"Not even a little."
Jack's grin widened.
"Funny. You haven't looked away from my lips once.”
"I was deciding where to punch you," Adrian replied.
Jack burst out laughing. But before Adrian could come up with another threat, Jack slid a hand behind his head and pulled him into a hard kiss.
Adrian didn't resist. Not for a second.
Instead, he grabbed Jack by the shirt and kissed him back just as fiercely, meeting every bit of Jack's boldness with his own. Whatever witty remark he'd been about to make disappeared from his mind as he lost himself in the kiss.
They continued kissing for a while, their tongues intertwining as they fought for dominance, neither willing to give the other an inch.
When they finally pulled apart, both were slightly breathless, a thin, glistening strand of saliva briefly connecting their lips before it broke.
Jack smirked. "That was hot."
Adrian didn't bother responding, but the smirk tugging at his own lips said enough.
Jack took his hand and started leading him toward the exit. Adrian didn't resist, allowing Jack to guide him through the crowded club, their fingers intertwined.
Once outside, Jack led him to his car. They climbed in, and a few minutes later, Jack was driving them to his place.
Neither of them seemed particularly interested in making conversation. Every now and then, Jack would glance at Adrian, a satisfied grin spreading across his face, while Adrian watched the city lights blur past the window, still wearing that faint, knowing smirk.
—
"Oh, god—fuck—yes!" Adrian cried out, his fingers digging into Jack's back hard enough to leave red marks against his skin.
Jack slammed into Adrian relentlessly, his breathing ragged and sweat trickling down his face as he picked up the pace once more.
"Oh—Jesus! Fuck—mm—" Adrian cried out. "Jesus—fucking s-slow down!”
Jack ignored his plea and maintained the same relentless pace. Adrian was left panting and gasping beneath him.
"Oh fuck—oh fuck—oh—" Adrian gasped, climaxing before he even realized what was happening.
“Fu—mm—” White light flashed across his vision, leaving him momentarily unable to see anything else.
Jack was still going at it, leaving Adrian writhing and trembling beneath him.
"J-Jack—" Adrian pleaded, but Jack ignored him, continuing pounding relentlessly.
Finally, after a dozen frantic thrusts, Jack reached his own climax. Coming deep inside Adrian.
Exhaustion soon overtook Adrian, and he drifted into darkness.
