Damien smirked and lightly pushed Urian backwards towards one of the plush seats. Once the man was seated, he nudged his knees apart and stood between his spread legs. "No touching unless I tell you to," he commanded with a purr, running his hands down the front of his body to his hips. He rolled his hips in slow movements, practically taunting the man in front of him.
Urian stared in utmost awe and desire at Japser's private performance, he tried his best to take it all in, the hips, the waist, the shoulders. Most of all the ass. Jasper's movements were more hypnotyzing up close than they were on the stage, making every bit of Uri's body burn with hormonal passion. But Uri could see past the body. Jasper's mind and soul were visible through his almost frightening bright grey eyes. He wanted this to feel personal, he wanted it to feel as real as possible with this angelic performance, he wanted the applause and the admiration. But there was something more. Urian couldn't quite tell, but he knew something more was lying in wait behind those glowing eyes, and he was going to find out that something.
Smiling down at Urian, Damien lifted his hands above his head and swung his hips in a figure eight pattern. After a couple moments, he lowered himself onto the man's lap, straddling his hips so that he was sitting just above him, close, but not touching. Damien rolled his hips, feeling along his own chest before reaching down to rest his arms on Urian's shoulders with a smirk, the lights reflecting in his grey eyes.
Uri's crotch jumped with every movement and every sway Jasper made, and when he leaned down on him Urian had to will himself not to go fully erect. His green eyes followed Jasper everywhere he went until finally the performance was over. Even though Urian had barely moved the whole time, he felt his heart beat fast and his breath was deep, so he tried toning it down a little. As his cheeks went back to their normal color, he opened his lips " That was a… pleasant experience. Thank you. So much. For agreeing and for… that." He blushed again, less this time " I really enjoyed it" he was about to get up and leave when he remembered "Oh and the email?"
From where he was still straddling him, Damien reached into his back pocket for the slip of paper he had written his email on earlier, then settled so that he was actually sitting on the other man's lap. "Here you go," he handed it over with a smile. "It has my real name in it, so please don't share it with anyone. Share it, and I for sure will not partake in your research. Otherwise, I look forward to seeing you again, Urian." He punctuated his name with a slow rock of his hips.
Urian blushed as Damien sat on his lap. " I won't share it. Promise." He answered a little flustered. " It's not even allowed so…" he chuckled a little. The performer was very hot and sensual for most of the time they had been in the room, but the way he spoke now was almost a little cute. Not that Urian found his stage persona any less attractive, but this side was sort of endearing. " You have nothing to worry about" he said, when his phone suddenly started ringing. " Oh" he muttered, he took his phone out of his pocket. Ally. " I gotta take this, can I" he gestured his hands to indicate that he meant standing up. " It might be important"
Damien rose, allowing Urian room to stand. "Take your call, I ought to go wait tables," he sighed, stretching his back. "Go ahead and stay in here as long as you need, I'll tell the hostess not to charge you for tonight. You know how to get in touch with me, so I'll expect to hear from you soon." With that, he gave Urian a small, suddenly somewhat shy wave, and slid out of the room, heading towards his dressing room.
Little did Urian know, but on the other side of that little piece of paper was his phone number, and part of Damien was hoping to hear from the sincere college student sometime. He liked the way the other man looked at him. Yes, he could tell that he found him attractive, but his eyes seemed to look past that and it gave Damien a thrill.
Urian gave a small nod as the other man walked out of the room. He answered the phone. " Hey man, it's Eric, we've got a… situation. With Ally." Urian's eyes narrowed " What's going on?" He heard a sharp gasp along with a loud vomiting noise " ALLY NOT ON MY SHOES" Eric shouted. " Dude, Ally's drunk off her rocker" Eric, now angry, growled through the phone. " You gotta control her or she's gonna do something stupid" Urian sighed " On my way." He headed out through the corridor and kept speaking "Where are you" he asked, looking around club "We went outside, she said she needed air" Uri sighed, he looked back to see Jasper serving tables and walked out. " Ok. We're going home" he said to Eric and Ally, with a bit of a frustrated tone " Sinc y'all can't control yourselves when I'm gone." "Didya have fun though?" Ally asked in a befuddled tone. He gave a small smile. "Yeah"
It had been an interesting night so far for Damien, but after what was probably the strangest, but also probably the best, private booking he'd ever had, his night was pretty average. He changed clothes and headed out onto the main floor of the club to help wait tables and work in the kitchen. He had spotted Urian leave with his friends a bit earlier, and he couldn't help but wonder where their strange new relationship would lead to.
(time skip?)
(Yeah, I think)
(cool. maybe to when Urian calls/texts/emails Damien?)
(Yeah, perfect)
Urian and Eric got back to their apartment pretty early after dropping Ally off at her friend's house. "I'm gonna take a shower, I smell like booze and hot dogs. Ally ate fucking hot dogs before coming to the club. Christ" Eric went into the bathroom huffing with every step. Urian giggled as he entered his rooms. His friends were really fun, but sometimes he had to be a mediator between them, which was a little annoying. As he sat down at his desk with a sigh, he took the small sheet of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. Damien. His real name was Damien. Cute. He looked under that, to the email written at the bottom. As he opened his laptop the paper fell from his hand onto the floor. "Whoops" he sighed. As he picked it up he saw a number on the other side… Was that a phone number? He exploded in a fit of blushing and exclamations "Oh. my. God." his heart felt like it was about to blow up. He went back to his laptop immediately and inputted the email from the paper and began to type. Hey, it's Urian, here's the consent form -attachment- * And my professor's email Professorsemail.email . I have something to ask you… did you mean to give me your phone number or was that sheet for somebody else? That wasn't really required for the project if that's what you thought… he didn't know what else to type… Thank you, Urian Stoller he hesitated for a good minute. Then he hit send.
(Bump)
(HI SORRY)
The rest of Damien's night was pretty slow, and he was relieved to finally get back to his apartment. After a shower and a quick supper, he grabbed his laptop and turned off the lights, ready for a bit of browsing and a good night's sleep. A little while later, an email alert popped up and he checked to see Urian's message. He huffed a laugh at the closing question and wasted no time writing back.
Hey, Urian
Thank you, I will read over the form and get back to you soon
Yes, that's my phone number and it's for you. Text me if you want.
– Damien Faust
He found himself hoping that the other man would take him up on that.
Every time Uri's phone vibrated within the following hours he would jump from his place and check his notifications. Ally. His English professor. His classmates. Finally a few hours later he pulled out his phone defeatedly to check his notifications. "IT'S HIM" he whisper-screamed. Eric was asleep and he didn't want to wake him. He read it. It… the phone number was for him?! He fumbled for the paper in his other pocket… and he typed it into his phone. Hey, this is Urian. Umm. *Do you wanna go to that one cafe that just opened? To talk about the project face to face? He smiled at the fact that this cute boy had given him his number only ONE WEEK after he came out. He giggled and sent the message.
Damien smiled at the message. God, the guy was so awkward it was cute.
yeah, i'd love to. i'm busy most nights and early mornings, how about brunch?
He knew that this was to work on the other man's research project, he knew that, even if Urian was attracted to his body, that this didn't mean anything. To the student, Damien was just a pretty face and a fucked up life he wanted to psychoanalyze. If he thought about it too much, it was almost sad how desperate Damien was for human interaction outside of work that he would be excited about this. Oh well, at least Urian seemed nice, maybe this would be alright.
He held his phone to his chest waiting for Damiens response. He wanted so bad for this to be a date, but he knew it wasn't. He knew this wasn't going to work. Damien probably had a lot of other men chasing after him. He probably did this with a lot of them too. He sighed, a little dismayed, but still excited. He still had a chance though right? He just had to make a good impression. A really good impression. His phone vibrated and he jumped a little, reaching for his phone. He opened it, it was from Damien. Brunch was great, He didn't have any classes from 8-11 Sure, brunch sounds great, I'm free any day, you can choose. he typed and sent. He was happy for now at least, he had acquired his participant. Maybe this would be alright.
how about monday at 9:30?
It had been a while since Damien had gone on anything even resembling a date and he found himself rather giddy at the thought. Even if this wasn’t really a date. He sorta wanted it to be a date. Anyways, he wanted to look nice regardless, so he started planning what to wear on Monday. The only time Urian had ever seen him, he’d been wearing almost nothing at all, now he wanted a different impression. Guess it was time to go through his closet.
I can do monday. See you then He knew he had to plan this out perfectly, he wanted to come off a little flirtatiously, but not too much so. He opened his closet. Mostly sweaters and cargo pants. God, he couldn't wear this. He looked in his drawers and found a super wrinkled pair of grey slacks. Score he thought, then he found his two only dress shirts, a maroon button down and a creme one… the creme seemed like the best choice. Red seems like it comes off too much as romantic. And of course, he took out a brown sweater vest. "Hey Eric!" he called from his room "Can you iron these before you head to class tomorrow, I gotta get to class soon" he heard Eric roll off the sofa with a thump on the ground "Ugh fine. But you have to agree to go straight to class on monday. I'm having someone over and you can't ruin it for me" Ew Uri thought " Thanks, won't plan on it." THis was going to be the best not-date ever.
(Timeskip to Monday…)
Damien tugged at his sweater nervously as he waited outside the cafe. He had gone with a pair of khakis, a white button-down, and an oversized baby-blue cardigan–oh, and his usual black hightops. Hopefully, Urian would like it. Not that that mattered. It wasn't like this was a date. He was Urian's research subject, nothing more. Disappointing, but that was the way of things, especially for Damien.
Currently, he was sitting at a table outside the cafe watching his phone while he waited for Urian. He had been going to get a drink but thought he could offer to get the other man's, too, when he arrived. Maybe then he could pretend it was a date and he wasn't horribly alone.
Urian left class ceeling elated, he had his not-quite-date with Damien today and he had gotten readied up. He wore the clothes that Eric had Ironed him and he cleaned up his glasses, along with putting on his only pair of clean tennis shoes. White. The day before, Urian had shaved so that there wasn't to much unshapely stubble on his face, though he did leave a 5 o'clock shadow, so he looked decently presentable. As he drove to the cafe, he smiled into his rear view mirror, making sure he had nothing in his teeth. Once ha arrived at the cafe and got out of his car, he saw Damien waiting outside for him. "I hope you didn't wait long" he called, with a grin " I'd feel guilty if you did"
Damien looked up with a smile. "No, not long," he said, standing up to greet Urian. "Maybe ten minutes. Want to head in and get drinks?" Ok, so far so good. Sure, it had only been a couple of minutes, but he hadn't fucked up yet, so he'd take what he could get. Urian actually looked really nice. Well, Damien already found him attractive, but now he looked well-dressed and more comfortable. It was a good look on him and Damien couldn't help the pang of disappointment when he reminded himself that this wasn't a date.
He smiled as they walked into the Cafe " Oh sure, I'll buy" he pulled out his wallet before the Damien cluld react " What would you like?"
"First of all, I'm buying, actually," Damien started. "So I won't tell you what I want. What do you want?"
He narrowed his eyes slightly, and laughed "Well, I already took out my wallet, and I wouldn't want to inconvenience you anymore, since you're the participant you know?" He chuckled awkwardly " So, what did you want? Really"
Damien hummed, studying Urian and the menu in turn. "An iced raspberry latte, then," he said, internally resolving to reciprocate somehow. Date or no, he really wanted a good impression.
Urian smiled victoriously at Damien, and approached the barista " Hi, can I have one iced raspberry latte and a mocha matcha latte" he asked. He then payed for the drinks and headed back, smiling at Damien " They should be calling us in a few minutes, let's look for a place to sit."