Cocktails with Umbrellas

[reitassugarlump]

Title: Cocktails with Umbrellas
Oneshot

Author: reitassugarlump
Pairing: Reita & Aoi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: alcohol, kissing, smut, public sex
Beta: hinoeuma13
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I don't know them nor am I in any way associated with them.
Notes: I wrote something about Cocktails in an FF long ago and wanted to explore the topic some more.
Note II: This is a looooooooooooooooooooooong one shot. Simply for the reason that splitting it into parts would not have been possible. I hope you like it anyway and read until the end :) Feel free to comment!

Synopsis:  The popular night club “toxic” has a new bartender, who is reputed to be the best in the business. Aoi, Uruha, Ruki und Kai set out to test the skills of the “new guy”. They soon find themselves disinhibited by the effects of alcohol in the enticing world of sugar frosted sundae glasses and rainbow coloured cocktails with umbrellas in them.



Introducory A/N:
I wrote this while listening to some DBSK-TVXQ. And the songs and MVs inspired me. Hence I suggest a soundtrack for this story: Purple Line, Keep your Head down, Choosey Lover, Wrong Number....



The four men passed the long queue of chatting party goers. They attracted everybody’s attention. Not only because they were stunningly good looking, but also because they jumped the queue. A couple of girls in tiny skirts and high heels were giggling, trying to get their attention. The men ignored them, only stopping to chat with the bouncers. They were well known here and knew everybody by name. So of course, when the invitation had arrived they had not hesitated. From inside the club the rhythmic beat of the bass could be heard. The prestige night club “toxic” looked unspectacular from outside, even slightly shabby. But it was a one of the top night clubs in town. It was also one of the most elite clubs in town. The door opened and one of the waiters came out for a smoke. Light flooded the small entry and illuminated the four men standing before the door.

Aoi was dressed in tight denim jeans and a simple black v-neck tank. He had his strong arms folded before his chest and was currently leaning over to Uruha to tell him a joke. Uruha had his long soft hair styled lavishly and his black shirt was halfway unbuttoned, showing a considerable amount of his perfect milky skin. Ruki was the only one wearing a jacket. It had an elaborate pattern stitched onto it, the myriads of rhinestones glittered like shards of broken glass. Kai was more moderately dressed, if you could call it that, since he was wearing second skin black leather trousers that left little to the imagination. No wonder girls were begging them for attention. But all these four had in mind tonight was Reita, the club’s new bartender. He was said to be the best in the business and the four of them were about to find out. Without another glance at the hysterical girls they went inside.

Almost immediately the music enveloped them, and the dimly lit entrance was crammed with people. However run down the club may look like from the outside, it was expensive and extravagant on the inside. Purple glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling in the foyer. Black velvet tapestries covered the wall behind the reception. In one corner stood an old-fashioned American-style jukebox. The music contained within was chosen carefully to match the club’s ambience. Hence it played songs like “Murder on the dance floor”, “Poison,” “Toxic,” and “Killing me softly.”

They received their V.I.P bracelets and went downstairs into the dance area. Thousands of coloured lights flickered over the mass of dancers: tiny clusters of light reflected from the disco ball and huge columns of spot lights. Dancers were closely entwined to the fast rhythm of the music. It smelled intoxicatingly of alcohol, sweat, perfume, heat and lust. They made their way across the dance floor towards the bar at the other end of the room. Already a crowd had formed before the counter and obstructed the view of the person they were so eager to get a look at. They passed several guests who already held onto flamboyant cocktails in all colours of the rainbow. Uruha licked his lips in anticipation.  His eyes flickered over the specials menu. Just as promised the club had an additional cocktail menu for the evening. Surprised he showed it to his friends. Apart from a variety of variations of well-known cocktails there were some of which none of them had ever heard of.  They casually waited for their turn, leaning against the counter illuminated by black light.

“Hey, guys! Welcome to ”toxic”. I am Reita, what can I get you?”

Four pairs of eyes turned on him. The man behind the counter was tall and slender and leaned towards them to be heard over the music. He was dressed in a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and a black waist coat. He was giving them an expectant smile. Ruki flashed his V.I.P bracelet before Reita’s eyes. The blonde bartender’s eyes widened momentarily but his smile grew more confident.

“Ah, I see. I shall serve you well tonight. Please let me recommend something.”

“Don’t be over confident.” Aoi looked him up and down, “We are critical judges. Let’s see what you can do!”

“Well for starters, I can guess your favourite drinks.” The blonde offered.

“Too easy.” Kai shook his head. “We come here regularly. Our preferences are well known.”

This didn’t seem to affect the bartender’s confidence. “Then how about I let my skill speak for me? What can I get you?”

Aoi was annoyed. Somehow that smug and arrogant bastard was rubbing him the wrong way.

The four men exchanged conspiratorial glances. With wicked smiles they placed their orders. They started with a round of standard cocktails to assess his qualifications: Cosmopolitan, Mojito, Manhattan, Whiskey Sour. Reita rolled his eyes as if this was almost beneath him. Yet the blonde bartender turned away to get the ingredients and the four men shared their first impressions. They observed Reita’s routined work; how he measured the base ingredients, and grabbed a handful of ice cubes to add them to the shaker. His muscles flexed as he started to shake the mixer and put on a little show, throwing the shaker high into the air and catching it easily. Reita nodded mockingly and winked at Aoi.

“Show off,” Aoi muttered.

He served their drinks.“There you go. Enjoy!” With that he turned away, to serve customers at the other end of the bar. They took their drinks and went to find some seats. For a while they chatted nonchalantly about nothing in particular, quite content to watch the dancers and the bar from their group of seats in a dark corner of the night club.

“Not too bad.” Kai commented, looking at his Cosmopolitan.

Ruki’s eyes lifted from his own cocktail and his glance shifted to the blonde bartender. “He seems popular, and is good with the guests.”

“Especially the female ones...” Uruha added.  All of them looked at Reita who was serving a group of girls who were flirting heavily with him.

“I don’t care how much of a flirt he is... as long as his cocktails are good.”

Uruha and Ruki went to the dance floor and vanished in the crowd. Kai stretched himself and was about to get up as well.

“What? Are you not joining us?” Kai asked.

“Nah. Don’t feel like dancing.”

“Tsk. You are at a night club. What’s the point in sitting in the corner?”

Aoi just gave him an annoyed and sour stare.

“Aoi, what is wrong with you tonight? You seem tense...”

“Just had a long day.”

“Well... how about I get us another round of drinks, then? Be right back!”

The dark haired man got up and made his way over to the bar. A woman in her twenties leaned over to him, while he was waiting to be served.

“How about you buy me drink?”Her voice was slurred.  She was drunk and undressed him with her eyes. Kai felt disgusted by her behaviour. He declined and she turned away.

“How did you like your cocktails?” The bartender’s voice was soft, although he had to raise it to be heard over the music.

“They were not too bad. Let’s see what else you can do.” He nodded over to where was Aoi was sitting alone at their table. “I need something to lift my friend’s mood. He seems a bit tense. And I need something sweet.”

“Ah I see. Hold on!” Reita turned to his impressive collection of whiskey, liqueurs, brandys, vodkas, gins and rums. An uncountable number of different sized, coloured and shaped bottles were lined up on glass shelves behind the counter. Kai presumed there was some kind of order to it, but he could not discern it. Reita grabbed two bottles with an unfamiliar label from the mass and searched his cabinets until he was satisfied with his pickings. He prepared two tall, bulbous glasses, one with a brim of crusted sugar, one with a slice of star fruit hanging over the brim. He added two blue and black umbrellas and set them before Kai. He pushed a dark, amber coloured one forward. “This one is for you. It’s: Ambrosia. The drink of the gods.” He looked at Aoi, who hadn’t moved. “This one will brighten your friend’s spirits. He will not be able to resist this one. Trust me. Cactus Bite works every time.” Kai raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t help but think Reita was over confident of his skills. The look Kai had seen Reita give Aoi, had been mocking. As if he knew that the dark haired man would acknowledge the bartender’s skills by the end of the night. Dismissing the thought Kai went back and set the drinks before his friend. “Cheers! To a night that has just begun.”

When they were half way through their cocktails, Ruki and Uruha returned. “Oh? You started the next round without us. Ruki what do you want? I’ll get us something.”

“Whatever.” Ruki was a little out of breath and his shirt clung to him under his expensive jacket. “So? What is the current judgement?” He slumped into a seat next to Aoi.

Aoi had become increasingly jaunty while he sipped on his Cactus Bite and Kai could not but concede this victory to Reita’s bartender qualities. “He’s convinced me so far. Yet I suppose, you will be more of a challenge.”

Uruha returned with two artfully decorated glasses. He weighed them in his hands. “Which one do you want?” He asked Ruki. “The Blue Canary,” he lifted a sky blue cocktail, “or the Blushing Geisha?” he lifted a pastel pink, cream and strawberry topped cocktail.

Ruki nearly fell backwards off his chair laughing. “Seriously? Blushing Geisha? Dear god, where do they come up with these names?” He reached for the Blue Canary.  Uruha shrugged and fished the strawberry from his cocktail and provocatively licked the cream off it. Aoi shook his head “Only you could look so lascivious with a chick drink! What did the guy think, giving you such a drink?” Aoi gave Reita a contemptuous glare. After a moment the bartender looked up. His smile never faltered under Aoi’s stare. The dark haired man sneered and turned away.

“Did the guy step on your toes in a previous life?” Ruki asked Aoi.

“I just can’t stand his oh-so-confident face.” He grabbed his drink and vanished into crowd.

Half an hour later, Ruki detached himself from the group and went over to the bar. It was less crowded now, since the majority of the people had lost interest in the new bartender and settled around the club to dance. Ruki leaned over the counter, the black light reflected from his white shirt, giving him an eerie glow. “Well... that Blue Pigeon was hardly convincing. Is that all you got?” he asked Reita.

“Sorry to hear that. But if you guys want to keep on testing different cocktails all night, I have to make sure you’re not drunk by round 3. And also, I have to stick to the hierarchy of flavours. So that one cocktail will not override the flavour of the next. It would ruin the experience for you. Trust me, it will get more exciting. I’ve got a feeling now for what you guys like.” He winked at Ruki. “Give me a second!” Without waiting for a reply he went about his business. He crushed lime and mint leaves, added lemon zest, selected brown sugar and fruit slices and stirred bubbling champagne with grenadine.

Reita licked lime juice off of his fingers and poured the final drink from the shaker into a glass filled with ice cubes. “Okay. Spicy Delirious Fire,” he pointed at a glass topped with red peppers, “for your friend, who seems to be so popular with the ladies.”

Ruki turned around to see Uruha surrounded by a group of scantily clad girls who were competing for his attention. He had his arms around two of them and seemed quite happy with the effect he had. When Ruki turned back to Reita he had produced two more cocktails. “Crash and Burn. A more thrilling concoction for you. And a Firefly for the fiery dancer.” This referred to Kai who was currently on the dance floor. The last drink he set before Ruki was amazingly unspectacular. As Ruki was reaching for it, Reita stopped him. “Hold on.” With a swift motion he reached for his lighter, flipped it open and set fire to the cocktail. Ruki marvelled appreciatingly at the blue and orange flames and the blonde bartender grinned smugly, like he had just won a bet. “This one, Flaming Lamborghini, is for your sceptical friend.”

Ruki set the cocktails before his friends, and they lifted their glasses towards Reita who nodded charmingly.  “Knows our tastes now, does he?” Aoi jeered after Ruki had retold what he had been talking about with the bartender. Yet, the dark haired man seemed unable to lift his eyes from the flickering flames that were still dancing on top of his glass.

“You should blow them out, before all the alcohol is vaporised. “ Uruha called to be heard over the bass. A moment later he had to fan himself with cool air. The Spicy Delirious Fire was exactly what it said on the label. His lips were burning and he had the urge to share this heat. Intrigued he leaned over to one of the girls in his arm and stole a fiery, slick kiss from her. Intoxicated by his hot and spicy taste she slipped onto his lap, and Uruha buried one hand in her hair and rested the other on her naked waist and pulled her in for another kiss.

Kai and Ruki turned away and rolled their eyes. Aoi’s eyes met Reita’s who was watching the scene with an amused grin. He started to feel the light tinkling of the alcohol kicking in. Whatever he was currently drinking was definitely not to be underestimated. His eyes slid halfway shut as he watched the dancers swirling to the music. All colours were deceptively altered by the black light and the disco lights flashing over the crowd. Aoi lost track of time.

When Ruki dipped his head back to drown the last drop of his cocktail, he could feel a slight spinning sensation. Although he was sitting he thought the ceiling was moving in and out of focus. Not just as a result of the light show, but as a result of his sense of balance being affected.  Kai tried to coax him onto the dance floor, but he declined. “I should probably miss this turn.” Aoi laughed. “What? Do you yield already?” he asked mockingly.

“What’s with the cocky attitude?” Ruki asked.

“Just feeling audacious.” He got up. “I’ll have a smoke” He left the club via the side exit and stood in the alley next to the club. A few couples were pressed against the walls, caught up in sighs and moans and whispered lewdness. He fumbled in his pockets for his lighter and took a drag from his cigarette. The cool autumn air felt fresh on his naked arms, still heated from the temperature inside. He leaned his head against the wall and looked up at the sky. Lost in thoughts he didn’t notice someone approaching.

“Do you mind?” asked a husky, honey-coated voice. Aoi turned his head and looked at Reita, who was balancing an unlit cigarette between his lips. He nodded, took out his lighter again, and lit the bartender’s cigarette. Reita’s voice sounded so different out here in the quite alley, Aoi noticed.

“I brought you something.” the blonde said as a sideline. He lifted his hand in which he held two shot glasses. Aoi hesitated only for a moment before taking one of the shots, clinking it against Reita’s and drowning it. Reita watched him for a few seconds before doing the same.

Aoi licked the dark liqueur from his lips. “What was that?”

“Jäger.” They stood in silence for a while before Reita spoke again, blowing blue smoke into the night sky. “So, have you assessed my skills yet? The looks you have been giving me all night suggest you are unhappy with what I deliver.”

Aoi snorted “You are so full of yourself.”

“Ah, but I am good, aren’t I?” The blonde turned towards Aoi. Suddenly, he leaned into the dark haired man until their lips were only inches apart and Aoi could smell the mixture of smoke and alcohol from Reita’s lips. Then he whispered “Did you know that the more the night progresses, the more provocative the drinks are named? Can you keep up with me?” He took a drag from Aoi’s cigarette, flicked his own into the gutter and returned inside. The older man stared after him.

He returned just as Kai set the next round of drinks on the table. When he thought that fresh air would clear his head he had been wrong. Reita’s weird question and the cold air had only made his tipsy state become more pronounced. He looked at the glasses. Ruki was smiling. Aoi shook his head and returned his attention to the conversation. Kai was explaining the different cocktails to them. One was particularly eye catching. It was a transparent cocktail, with myriads of tiny ice crystals floating within like shards of glass. It reminded him of frozen ouzo. A Greek specialty he had once tried.

“It’s called Liquid Ecstasy!” Kai was just saying and pushed it towards Aoi. Then he pointed at the other drinks in turn. “Kiss Me Quick is Uruha’s yellow one with the blue and pink umbrella. Apparently it goes best with Ruki’s Kiss Me Slow.” And indeed the sunset orange colour of Ruki’s drink complemented Uruha’s cocktail rather well. “Mine is called French Kiss.” Aoi pouted. “Why am I the only one who’s cocktail is not named after kissing?”

“What is your problem? You got a cocktail that looks like a snow globe and smells like anise. If you feel there is not enough kissing involved ask Uruha if he minds sharing one of his bunnies with you...” Kai laughed.

“I mind. Let him find his own ‘bunnies’!” The blonde man said.

Ruki leaned over to Uruha. “May I try yours?” he asked. “Sure, help yourself.” Ruki lifted the highball glass to his lips and sipped some of the sun coloured drink. It was sweet and a bit sour at the same time. Truth to tell, in combination with his own lemony cocktail the flavour was miraculously enhanced. Uruha had pulled the silver glitter palm tree from Ruki’s cocktail and was swirling it absentmindedly between his fingers. After a moments consideration he used the shining foil palm to tickle Ruki behind his ear. The smaller man squeaked and laughed at the prompt. With hardly suppressed annoyance he growled “Stopit!”. Yet Uruha continued to do this until Ruki leaped onto him. Aoi and Kai watched in amusement.

Before long a waiter with a tray appeared before them. “Reita hopes you are enjoying your night and the drinks and sends you a round of Irish Flag,” he said and placed the small glasses before them. The shots were layered in an interesting pattern. Green liqueur at the bottom, white cream in the middle and the third and top most layer a cheerful sort of orange.

The four looked up at the blonde bartender, but he was busy handling two shakers at once and pouring two tropical cocktails. “Well thanks!” Kai said. Aoi furrowed his brows. “Oy you two!” he called over to Ruki and Uruha who were still struggling with each other “Cut it out! Have a drink!”

Aoi waited until he was sure Reita was watching him before drank. His eyes were never leaving the bartender. It was more of a staring contest, really, but it was a look fraught with tension nonetheless. He was determined not to look away first. Reita only smiled approvingly, nodded and broke the eye contact. For a few seconds Aoi felt the rush of victory, but Reita’s calm smile was unnerving.

Later on all of them went onto the dance floor. Aoi felt the lights rushing by him faster than they should while he was moving to the beat. He could feel the dizziness clouding his mind. A result of the medley of drinks and alcohols he had had all night. Slowly he made his way to the bar and helped himself to a couple of salty nuts and crackers that were provided for the guests. His gaze lingered on the dancers and for a moment the rhythmic beat of the music drowned all noises around him. A moment later Reita pulled him from his daze.

“Don’t fall asleep at my bar.” He teased.

Aoi turned around. He watched as Reita prepared a couple of shots for the group beside him. The blonde man selected a long neck bottle filled with a clear liquid. At the bottom of the bottle pieces of what looked like gold leaves had settled. When he poured the shots into the glasses the delicate noble metal leaves started swirling within and were distributed evenly in the shot glasses. He served them with cans of Red Bull.

“What’s that?” Aoi asked.

Reita grinned at him “Goldschläger. Nothing for you though. Care for another cocktail?”

Aoi who was feeling adventurous nodded. “Bring it on.”

What ensued was a test to Aois determination. He watched Reita prepare another cocktail for him with swift movements. Unconsciously Aoi had to admit that the bartender was more than good at his job. There were no unnecessary movements; every step of the process was well executed, probably due to years of experience. The dark haired man could not help but admire the skilled bartender. Reita leaned over the bar top to give Aoi a cocky smile. “Come To Me.” Reita popped a luminous tangerine and crimson umbrella into the tropical cocktail as a finishing touch. Immediately after the first sip he felt the sugar rushing through his veins and setting him on fire. Reita had seen it often. One hardly noticed the alcohol, because the cocktail was so sweet. Perfect for persuasion and did he not want to convince the wary man before him of his qualifications?

At some point Ruki joined Aoi at the bar, to order another round of shots. Reita prepared a round of Sambuca with coffee beans for him, which he carried off to Kai and Uruha.

As soon as Aoi had finished his cocktail, Reita made him a new one. By this time Aoi had lost track of how many cocktails he had already had. He hadn’t realised how strong the last cocktail had been and had drunk it much too fast. Now his voice became slurred and his gaze unfocussed. “Whaz this?” he looked sceptically at the new drink. Reita’s eyes held a glint of wickedness when replied, “It’s a Blow Job. Go slow on this one this time. You will enjoy it more if you prolong the pleasure.”  Aoi, who had lost control of his vocal chords was unable to stop himself from saying, “I know what a blow job is. And that looks nothing like it.” Reita threw is head back and laughed.

But Aoi couldn’t stop himself from pursuing that line of thought. Reita had been right. Most cocktails had very provocative names. And he heard Reita taking orders for ‘Tie me to the Bedpost’, ’Love Bite’, ‘Chilled Orgasm’,’ S&M’ and ‘Gay Bartender’. Aoi caught himself staring at the blonde man behind the bar. But he seemed unable to avert his gaze. He felt heat rising to his cheeks, and he had to turn away to hide his blushing. He blamed it entirely on the alcohol.

Unfortunately, his basic instincts kept playing tricks on him. He wondered just how long it had been since his last orgasm. He stared at his cocktail. Since his last blow job. Since his last good blow job, he amended. If this cocktail was anything to go by, Reita’s blow jobs must be amazing. He shook his head. No reason to think of the bartender, he reminded himself. He was simply indulging in a little alcohol induced erotic fantasy. He licked his lips. Under his black tank he could feel his nipples rubbing against the material and harden at the friction. He tried to shift his gaze to some girls in tight shirts on the dance floor, but his gaze kept returning to the blonde bartender. He never noticed when he gave up on trying to look away. Instead his eyes took in the slender features of the bartender. His strong arms, his high cheek bones, the dark eyes. He felt his body heat up to the thoughts of running his finger over Reita’s flat abdomen and licking the bartender’s fingers clean of lime juice and alcohol. Aoi didn’t realise Reita had caught him staring. The blonde came over to Aoi and said suggestively, “You look like you could do with an Orgasm”

When Kai, Ruki and Uruha came to pick him up in the early morning, he was simply refusing to leave. Kai turned to Reita, “Dear god, what has he been drinking?”

Reita looked slightly embarrassed. “He is having his second Climax…”

Ruki gaped. “Pardon?”

Reita corrected, “The cocktail…”

“Uru~ lemme go! I dun wanna go. Ahm shill sober!” Uruha looked to his friends for help.

“Okay. Time go home.” Kai said and put a hand on Aoi’s shoulder.

“Noho!” the dark haired man wailed.

“Most dramatic drunk ever!” Uruha said.

For a moment the friends were unsure of what to do and during this moment of inattentiveness Aoi attempted to climb over the bar.

“Oh dear…” Ruki said, when he noticed.  “Will you come back! You are embarrassing!” he tried to pull Aoi back, but this only caused Aoi to lose his balance and fall forward. Reita caught him just in time, holding him up.

“Guests aren’t allowed behind the bar. I think you should really call it a night.” Reita said gently. Aoi curled his fingers into the silky material of the bartender’s waist coat and looked at the soft skin that was only inches away from his fingertips. He pulled himself up a little until he could look into Reita’s eyes and when he saw understanding dawn in them, he kissed him. Pushing his tongue past lips that had opened in surprise, Aoi captured the bartender’s mouth.

“Holy! Get off him!” Next thing Aoi knew was that four hands grabbed him and pulled him off Reita. Ruki was busy apologising.

“Oh god, so sorry about that!” The smaller man bowed deeply. “He usually doesn’t do that kind of thing. He’s just wasted...” He hastily followed his friends who were carrying a resisting Aoi out of the club.

At the door Reita caught up with them. Kai turned to the bartender. “Please don’t be angry. He didn’t do it on purpose…” Reita waved it away “Don’t worry. I feel quite flattered.” He handed Kai a beermat. Kai took it and looked confused. Reita said, “I don’t take advantage of drunk men. If he is still interested tomorrow, that’s my number.” Kai could only gape at the bartender. Uruha almost dropped Aoi. Reita turned to Ruki, who moved a step back. The bartender laughed. “Don’t worry you are not my type!” He handed him a slip of paper. “It’s my pick-me-up recipe. Make sure you drink a lot of water before going to bed tonight and this will cure your hangover tomorrow.” He winked at them, turned, and went back inside.

Silence followed. Only broken by Aoi’s protests and Ruki’s angry voice, “Not his type, huh?”

“How did I get home last night?” Aoi groaned into his mobile phone. He had dialled the first number he could remember when he woke up this morning. Ruki was at the other end. “You don’t remember?”

“No… and don’t speak so loud, my head feels like it is going to explode.” His voice was muffled from where his head was buried under his pillows to block out the sunlight.

“You don’t remember…anything?”

“Please stop asking me stupid questions. Just tell me what happened.”

“Oh… you are so going to like that.”

“I DID WHAT…???” Aoi shouted and sat bolt upright after Ruki had recounted the events of the previous night. Then he groaned. A wave of sickness washed over him. “Uhrg…”

Ruki had tears in his eyes, he laughed so hard when he remembered the scene. “Kai pinned his number to your fridge… in case you are interested.” He suggested.

“Certainly not.”

Another fit of laughter reached Aoi through the phone. “You certainly seemed interested last night!”

Aoi closed his eyes with embarrassment. He hung up on Ruki without another word. Though he was sure the other one continued laughing. He turned over in his bed, trying to remember what had possessed him. The answer seemed straight forward: alcohol. Lots of it. He remembered sitting at the bar and talking to Reita. After some painstaking attempts he also recalled how Reita had cornered him outside the club. And before he knew it, his hung over mind had spun a tale of the bartender spiking his drinks with roofies and trying to rape him. It all made perfect sense.

And yet, something was nagging at the back of his mind. By the time it was afternoon, even Aoi could no longer deny the fact that it had been he who had climbed over the bar and kissed Reita. And he had wanted it. Had wanted him. He was amazed at how clearly he could remember all the details of the bartender’s silhouette and his smell, although the rest of the evening was a blur. He buried his face in his hands.

In the evening, his headache had finally subsided and he had made up his mind to at least go and apologise to the bartender. Also for causing this misunderstanding. He was definitely not interested and wanted to get that straight, in order to avoid any uncomfortable encounters in the future. He went to take a shower, and dressed in a simple black shirt and tight denims. He grabbed his short black leather jacket and was on his way.

With a determined stride he walked past the long queue, just like last night. The bouncer called him. “Oy Aoi!” The man made a smooching noise and blew him a kiss. Aoi sneered at him, but once inside the club he closed his eyes in embarrassment. Why had he come? This was so awkward.

He slipped into a seat at the far end of the bar and tried to look inconspicuous. He thanked the gods that Reita was nowhere in sight. A little later someone sat an old-fashioned glass filled with an amber liquid before him.

“Here.” Aoi looked up into Reita’s calm eyes. “6 wise men.” Aoi pushed the glass aside, his cheeks coloured a lovely rose. Although it was hard to see under the black light, Reita spotted the pink blush spreading across Aoi’s face. The older man gathered his courage.

“Look… Reita… I…”

The bartender sighed and held up his hand to stop Aoi, “Don’t worry. I’ll not take what happened last night the wrong way. And although I have to admit that if you were interested I’d not decline an offer, I am not going to push you. Or make fun about it.”

Aoi dropped his head. Although Reita seemed careless and nonchalant, Aoi thought he could detect a twang of disappointment in the bartender’s voice.

“Sorry.” He took a swig of his drink. He would just go home once he had emptied it, he decided. What was the point in staying? Yet his eyes lingered on the half molten ice cubes in the glass when it was empty. With a rotating motion of his hand he sent the cubes spinning inside the glass. The clanging noise was comforting in his nervous state. He lifted his gaze and looked at Reita. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Obviously a uniform. Aoi rubbed his fingertips together. He could still feel the material of the waste coat on his skin. The faint aroma of Reita’s aftershave had burnt into his memory. The musky scent now wavered past him as Reita paced to and fro behind the bar to juggle bottles and cut fresh fruit into decorative slices. Aoi decided to drown his confusion in some more alcohol.

Aoi’s eyes skipped over the special offer menu. When Reita walked past him the next time he called to him. “Could you …erm.. make me a … Passionate kiss?”

“Sure.” The blonde nodded without looking up.

When Aoi held the sundae glass in hand, he stared at the glowing orange liquid with the bright green umbrella and the huge melon slice. He sucked the cherry off its stick and let his mind wander. Suddenly he remembered the kiss he had stolen from the bartender. It had been quick, and rough and probably a bit uncoordinated on his part, but he remembered the softness of Reita’s lips. Not even the sweetness of the cocktail could mask the memory of that taste. He watched Reita serving guests and walking away to the other end of the bar. Aoi cocked his head to one side and he looked at Reita’s shapely backside.

When a girl approached him and asked him to dance he sent her off quite roughly.

“That was rather rude.” Reita noticed. He was polishing glasses with a bar towel and gave Aoi a sidelong glance. The bartender reached for Aoi’s empty glass. As Aoi studied the strong hand, his muscles bypassed his brain and he reached for it. Reita looked up in surprise. Aoi’s fingers traced a small pattern over the back of the bartender’s hand. Reita raised his brows in confusion. After a while he pulled his hand away.

“Listen, I am perfectly alright if you are not interested in me, but don’t tease me. I might just ignore your words and act on your gestures.”

Aoi nodded without looking up. His thoughts lingered on the feel of the blonde’s slightly rough hands. How would they feel on his skin? He wondered. Already he felt the heat spreading from his fingers where he had touched Reita a moment ago, across his whole body. Not for the first time Aoi tried to remember how much time had passed since his last orgasm. He thought he felt aroused much too easily lately.

“You’ve been sitting before an empty glass too long. If you continue like that you will sober up and remember that you are sitting alone at the bar of a night club, staring into nothingness. Would you like another Blow Job? Or can I offer you Sex with the Bartender?”

Aoi’s ears turned pink. Pictures of the blonde’s head between his legs passed before his eyes. How he would run his hands through the blonde’s hair while Reita’s mouth would seductively suck his erection. At the thought he could feel his jeans grow uncomfortably tight. He should have wanked at home. This was getting out of hand.

“I am fine. I am going for a smoke.” He slipped off the chair and hastily made his way towards the exit. He sucked in the cool air, while trying to calm his heated body. He lit a cigarette and paced up and down. He wasn’t yet so drunk that he could blame his turbulent feelings on the alcohol. He closed his eyes, but that did no good. He immediately saw himself with the blonde bartender lip locked in a dark corner of the club. Yet he had not the strength to just leave and go home and escape. By the time he had finished his second cigarette he was suitably cooled off to return inside. Pulled by some invisible curiosity of what might come if he returned to his chair.

Reita gave him a worried look. Aoi appeared dishevelled and agitated. “Are you all right? Do you feel sick? Want me to call you a cab?” he offered.

The dark haired man just waved it away. Instead he lifted his head and looked straight into Reita’s dark eyes. “Will you... drink with me?” he asked.

Without comment Reita produced two shot glasses and after a second of consideration selected a bottle of tequila. He was actually quite grateful to have an excuse to drink. Watching the dark haired man biting his lip all evening had been a terrible distraction. He so wanted to kiss the other man, pull him close and tease those lips before diving his tongue into Aoi’s mouth. He groaned, almost spilling tequila all over the bar.

He handed Aoi a slice of lemon and set a dish with salt between them. He didn’t wait for the other to reach for his glass, but used the lemon wedge to wet the back of his hand, sprinkled a generous amount of salt on it, licked it off,  ate the slice of lemon and drowned the shot. Aoi looked puzzled at Reita’s haste, but imitated the procedure and set his glass down with a determined clonk noise.

Someone called Reita over, and he left Aoi and served a group of guests. The dark haired man didn’t even notice. Why did Reita have to serve that shot? When Aoi had watched Reita licking the salt from his hand, the sight had set off a rush of adrenaline that raged through his body and settled between his legs. He could only stare at the spot where Reita had stood a moment ago. That pink, perky tongue evoked images in Aoi’s mind that were far from innocent. He groaned when he felt his erection growing again.

“Reita!” he called. “Let’s have one more.”

The blonde bartender was about to reject another shot. Not only because the image of Aoi licking salt of his hand almost killed him, but also because he was still on duty. Then again, if he agreed, he would get to see Aoi going through the tequila ritual again. The prospect sparked all kinds of fantasies. He poured another round of shots for them.

Aoi’s mind was clouded by desire and alcohol and before he knew it he had gotten hold Reita’s hand. For what seemed like an eternity he stared at the salt crusted mold between the bartender’s thumb and index finger. Slowly he lifted the hand towards his lips and licked it tentatively. His tongue traced intricate patterns around the sensitive spot and he enjoyed the taste of salt and sweat.

Reita had gone absolutely still. He could not believe what was happening. He only knew that if Aoi continued to lick his skin for another second he would probably lose control.

Suddenly, as if becoming aware of what he was doing, Aoi stopped. He looked up at Reita, and held out his own hand.

Reita was dimly aware that they were in public and quite a few people were already staring at them. Yet he could do nothing but stare at the hand offered to him. Ineffably slow he leaned over and placed his lips over the tiny salt mount on Aoi’s hand. Although his taste buds revolted against the explosion of salt, beneath it he could taste skin. Hot skin and sweat mingled into a delicious blend he could only dream of creating as a bartender.

Fascinated Aoi watched Reita bend over his hand. Then he could feel soft lips brushing his skin, the slight peeling of salt crystals being licked of his hand. He realised with a sudden shock that he felt incredibly aroused by Reita’s hot tongue. He wanted the bartender to suck on his fingers, to... he didn’t get to list any more of what he wanted the blonde to do to him, because suddenly he felt teeth scraping over his skin. A surge of ecstasy washed through him, his erection pressed hard against the material of his jeans. He almost dropped his hand into his lap to start stroking himself. Then he remembered where they were.

“Oh god...” he moaned. It was an expression of embarrassment not of pleasure. Or maybe both. He pulled his hand back so fast, Reita’s teeth left small red streaks on his skin. Aoi clutched his hand to his body. He jumped up and went straight to the restroom. He opened the tap and threw cold water into his face. But it didn’t help. He couldn’t forget the scene that had just taken place. His body was on edge, craving for more. His body was aching for release.

The door creaked open and someone came in. He heard someone opening the cabin doors. When he never heard them lock he turned around. Reita was standing behind him.

“You forgot your lemon...” he said so quietly, Aoi almost didn’t hear it. The blonde held up a slice of lemon. Before Aoi could say anything at all Reita bit into the slice, threw the peel into one of the bins and walked towards the dark haired man. He grabbed his arm, pushed him back against the sink and placed his lips on Aoi’s. Mercilessly he pushed his tongue past Aoi’s closed lips.

It happened too fast for Aoi to react. He could only go with the movement. A mixture of alcohol, saliva and lemon juice entered his mouth. The blonde tasted so incredibly good Aoi didn’t need much convincing. He was pushed hard against the ceramic of the sink and had no room to move. Reita’s chest was pressed to his and he could feel hard muscle under the bartender’s clothes. Two hands slipped around his waist, locking behind him and pulling him flat against Reita. Their tongues were caught up in combat for prevalence, and their kisses were fierce and rough. Aoi thought he might bruise but he didn’t care. He only wanted to be closer. Their kisses grew more heated, slicker, and were soon not enough to release their need. Reita’s hand slipped under Aoi’s shirt, and the sensation of skin against hot skin coaxed a sigh from Aoi’s lips. It was muffled by Reita’s mouth and only spurred the blonde man on. His nails scratched over Aoi’s waist and the dark haired man arched into Reita.

All reason had drained from Aoi’s mind. He sucked at Reita’s bottom lip and bit lightly into it. He was not accustomed to being dominated like this: shoved against a restroom wall and unable to resist. The flame of rebellion sparked within him and he tried hard to regain dominance but the bartender was stronger and just caught Aoi’s wrists with his hands and pinned them against the black tiles that covered the restroom walls. For a few more seconds Aoi tried to resist, to free his hands from the iron grip, but eventually he succumbed.

Though the blonde could feel Aoi fighting him, he also triumphantly registered Aoi’s hardening cock pressing against his leg. Lightly he brushed the fingertips of his free hand over the other’s nipples. The immediate response was a sensual sigh. Intrigued by this reaction, Reita took one of the hard nubs between his fingers and rubbed them firmer. Aoi’s rapture of ecstasy stole the breath from Reita’s lungs. The sight was so hot, it immediately settled as undeniable heat between his legs. The more pressure he applied with his fingers the more Aoi’s eyes misted over with lust. His moist lips were slightly parted and his head tipped back, exposing his perfect neckline.

Unable to resist the plane of alabaster skin, Reita tore his eyes from Aoi’s face and started to set a trail of burning kisses and bites down to Aoi’s collarbone. Still completely constrained and unable to move, the dark haired man enjoyed Reita’s attention. There was something irresistible to being subjected to the blonde’s will. He shifted his hips slightly to rub his erection against the noticeable bump in Reita’s pants and at least get some sort of stimulation in his agonising state. Pictures shot past his eyes he had never thought himself capable of imagining. Not with a man anyway. But right now he wanted nothing more but to go down on the bartender. To let Reita rape his mouth until the bartender would shoot hot cum down his throat. At the thought he could feel his balls tighten and for an embarrassing moment thought for sure he would come just by thinking about it.

It didn’t go unnoticed how impatient Aoi was. Reita let go of the nipple he had been toying with and received a displeased groan. He spanked Aoi’s firm ass in mock chastise. But obediently he closed his lips over the soft material of the shirt over Aoi’s nipple. It took only a few seconds until the wet heat penetrated the thin material and drove the dark haired man crazy with suspense. Aoi could feel Reita’s tongue through the shirt as well as the teeth scraping over the tender skin. But it was not fully satisfying. He entertained the thought of begging Reita to rip the shirt off him and finally touch him for real.

Intoxicated by lust and Aoi’s sighs of pleasure, Reita eventually pulled back. The man he had so firmly pressed against the sink was the most erotic sight to behold. He was flushed and his breathing was heavy and rapid. Reita could feel him trembling beneath him. The blonde licked his lips hungrily and dropped his gaze to Aoi’s crotch. Under different circumstances he would have liked to take his time, but their need was too instinctual. They were too caught up in the raw desire and craved nothing but quick release.

Aoi could feel Reita’s burning gaze on himself. He opened his eyes and was caught in deep pools glimmering with passion. He could feel the blonde’s hand teasingly stroke down his abdomen. In anticipation, Aoi’s muscles contracted under the touch. His eyes were begging Reita for more. His feeble attempt to free his hands was effortlessly averted. Once it reached the waistband Aoi had to bite his lip to suppress outcries of frustration. With sudden movement Reita cupped his hand tightly over Aoi’s length. He could feel it straining hot and wet against his hand under the pants. Heat surged through Aoi and he could not hold back a scream of ecstasy escaping from his lips. He dug his nails in the palms of his hands while desperately wanting something to hold on to. His knees grew weak and the only reason he did not collapse was Reita’s body holding him in position.

“Shhh…” whispered Reita into Aoi’s ear. “You have to be quiet or someone will hear you!” His hot breath trickled over Aoi’s earlobe. In combination with Reita’s dark honey-coated voice it caused shivers to run down Aoi’s spine.

“Just fuck me already, will you!” Aoi demanded, caught up in passion. His desire for the blonde bartender was overwhelming. It drove him crazy and since he had abandoned all reason long ago, he might as well give in to temptation.

For a moment a gorgeous, irresistible smile touched Reita’s perfect lips before he stole another hungry and merciless kiss from Aoi. In one swift movement he turned the dark haired man around and pushed him almost brutally towards one of the toilet cabins. He locked the door behind them and without waiting another second slammed Aoi against the wall again. The older man didn’t even notice the rough treatment. His hands were finally free to roam over Reita’s strong chest. He was vaguely aware of the bartender fumbling with his belt but was too busy sneaking his hands under the white shirt to explore the skin underneath. Just when he had managed to open a top few buttons with his trembling hands, the blonde had succeeded in opening his trousers. He pulled them down just far enough to free Aoi’s throbbing cock. It was already dripping and hard and eager to be touched. Excited the blonde curled his finders around the quivering member. Briefly running his finger over the slit oozing with precum, he started stroking him fast. There was no need to tease him or rub him slowly. The dark haired man was already so close to the edge, Reita could see it in his eyes.

Their tongues were once more engaged in a fierce combat. Stifled moans were swallowed by their mouths. Aoi dug his fingers into Reita’s shoulders. Incited by his own avidity he opened Reita’s zipper and sneaked his hand inside. Only for a moment he hesitated at the touch of another man’s cock. But Reita’s reaction to his touch was immediate and strengthened his confidence to be bold. He pulled the impressive length from Reita’s trousers and matched his strokes to the blonde’s.

In between breathless kisses and jerky hand movements, they never heard people coming in. Never noticed how disgusted guests cursed at them, for lowering the standard of the club. It would probably have been worse had they known it were two men in the cabin. But they did not.

“ngh…” Aoi was dimly aware of how Reita stroked him more powerfully. It just felt so good. Like fire in his veins he felt his pressure rising. He violently pressed his lips to Reita’s as his hips thrust forward. Their rhythm sped up severely until all of their surroundings were lost in a blur. Their lust was so vigorous it bordered brutality, but still remained intensely passionate as both were nearing their climax.

Aoi opened his eyes just wide enough to see Reita’s face twisted with lust. To see how he could give so much pleasure to the other man, to make him so wild with desire and to look into these dark eyes full of raw, carnal pleasure and hunger and need and silent pleas for satisfaction was all it took to send Aoi over the edge. His whole body tensed up, he arched against the blonde, a silent scream on his lips. Ferociously, Reita milked every last drop of lust from Aoi. The other’s intense orgasm and the hot liquid spilling over his hand was more than he could bear. He pressed his mouth to Aoi’s to silence his groan as he felt the heat wash over him. It consumed him completely as Aoi kept on pumping him. He came hard into Aoi’s hand, jerking and trembling as he pushed his hips into the other’s movement for the last time.

Aoi’s head rested against Reita’s shoulder. He was panting heavily and had his eyes closed. He was dimly aware of Reita zipping him back up. Still pressed against the inside of the cabin, Aoi could feel Reita buried in his disarranged hair. Both were too out of breath to speak. They stood in silence for a while, their bodies bodies pressed flush against each other, before Aoi pushed Reita back. Clumsily he straightened his clothes, never looking into Reita’s eyes.

“I should go…” he said.

Reita combed his long fingers though his blonde hair. “Listen…”

“Don’t worry. I’ll not pretend this didn’t happen or blame you. I wanted this… to be quite frank I even wanted more…”

The blonde regarded him with an unreadable look. “So did I, but honestly you would have never forgiven me for fucking you for the first time in the toilet of a night club…”

Aoi bit down a tart remark. He licked his lips, still swollen from the harsh kisses and bites they had shared. This guy was unbelievable. How did he end up in this cabin with the arrogant bartender?

“Yeah… Just get back to your bar. I’ll be on my way.” He pushed passed Reita without another word. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror over the sink. ‘Just fucked’ was not enough to describe what he looked like. Strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his clothes were in disarray and his breathing had not quite returned to normal. He swiped the back of his hand over his mouth, and left the club without turning back.

“This is the fourth time he turned us down!” Uruha complained. They were sitting in the corner of club “toxic” drinking shots of bright green absinth.

“Either he is really embarrassed about his drinking habits or Reita is so bad at kissing, that Aoi can’t stand the sight of him.” Laughed Ruki.

“Will you ever drop the subject?” Kai asked, “it’s been over a month…”

“Exactly. Shouldn’t he be over it by now? It’s so much less fun without him.”

“Excuse me, I bring another round of cocktails…” said a voice behind them.

“We didn’t order any…” Kai said distractedly without looking up.

“You’re saying we are not enough fun for you?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“But it’s your favourite drinks…” the guy tried again.

“Can’t you see we are in the middle of a dis…” Kai looked up into Aoi’s mischievous eyes.

“Did you miss me?” he asked with a broad grin.

After they had welcomed their missing friend they spent a relaxed evening at the club catching up. Aoi went to dance with Kai and Ruki and talked to Uruha about his latest conquests. They drank rounds of flamboyant cocktails and ate exquisitely cut fruit slices of exotic cocktails. Only in the small hours of the morning when they rose to take their leave Aoi excused himself.

“You guys go on ahead… I’ll have one more drink before going home.”

They parted and Aoi made his way slowly towards the bar. His eyes were fixed on the blonde bartender who, unaware of his observer, served the guests. For a while he just watched him from across the dance floor but eventually, when the club began to clear, he slipped into a seat.

“Long time no see.” He rested his head on his hand and looked lazily at Reita who was wiping the bar. For the first time since they met, Aoi saw Reita’s expression slip.

“How is business?” he asked the blonde.

“Well.” the bartender said guardedly, trying to restore his composure.

“I see.”

“Can I get you something?” Reita asked in a bored tone. There was something unspoken between them. And it just made Reita feel awkward.

“Actually you can.” There was silence for a moment. He stretched lazily. “Could I have sex with the bartender, please?”

“One Sex with the Bartender coming right up!” Reita was about to turn away when Aoi gripped his wrist over the bar top.

“I think you misunderstood. I am not thirsty. I want sex with the bartender.”

Reita’s eyes widened in understanding. The bartender swallowed hard, yet he seemed unable to move.

“When’s your shift over?” whispered Aoi.

“Six.” was the simple, but immediate reply.

The dark haired man grabbed a napkin and pulled a pen from his pocket. He scribbled down his address and pushed the note over to Reita.

“Come to my place when you are done here. I’ll be waiting for you.” With that he jumped off the bar stool and left.

A knock at the door pulled Aoi from his thoughts. He was sitting in the dark on his sofa, a beer in hand, staring at nothing. He went to open the door. Reita was leaning in the doorframe. He had switched his work uniform for a leather riding suit and carried a helmet under his arm. Aoi presumed he was wearing jeans and a shirt underneath.

“What took you so long…?” was the only thing he said as a greeting.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Was the cocky reply from the blonde.

“Well, does it matter, since I ended up coming?”

“You know, you can’t just order me over every time you need to be laid!” Reita crossed his arms before his chest and smirked, still making no move to enter.

“Get used to it!” Aoi grabbed Reita’s jacket and pulled him inside. His arms sneaked around the blonde’s waist and he kissed him hungrily.

~THE END~

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A/N:
Writing this was so much fun! *////* There are so many other cocktails I wanted to describe T_T
All drinks/cocktails really exist, btw: http://www.drinksmixer.com/ , except for S&M (I made that one up) ^^

Well, this promised, over-due bit of smut virtually wrote itself. I finished it in less than two weeks. That is because I had to stop once in a while to sleep and work and eat :)

I've been wanting to write a oneshot in ages, but it always turn out longer than I intend it to. Soon, I'll continue writing on the fairy tale and hope to complete it before Christmas.

Comments always welcome!
:3

ps. What to write next??? Help me decide on a genre for the next oneshot. If you liked this story please cast your vote  here!