forum chaotic gay rp (one-on-one/closed)

Started August 11, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Bastian seemed to light up at that. "Well, now we know you bend at least two ways," he said with a small chuckle. He personally was exclusive to men, but to each their own he supposed

Corbin gave a hum in response, modding his head a tad. He ran a hand over his stubble, and wondered if he should shave it off.

Bastian took a sip of his bourbon, finding himself unable to keep his eyes off of Corbin. "You know, you look pretty damn good for a Seal with a messed up leg," he hummed

Corbin frowned slightly at Bastian and arched a brow. “Um, thank you,” he answered, leaning back in his chair a tad as he took a sip from his glass of whiskey.

"I'm just wondering how you haven't already been hit on by every guy in this whole place. Or girl, though the guys around here are the ones who're more likely to try and give you a free lapdance," Bastian said with a wink

Corbin gave a loose shrug as he set his glass down and rested his head in the back of his hand. “Probably because I’m just keeping to myself,” he answered.

"Well, lucky for you, you're talking to one of the best dancers in this place," Bastian purred, smirking widely as he got to his feet. Minding the leg Corbin had said was injured, he slid into the other's lap

Corbin was about to speak, when his mouth shut quickly when Bastian slid into his lap. His eyes widened a tad, and his cheeks flushed slightly. “What are you doing?” He asked.

"Well, I can't let a pretty face like yours sit here all alone. It's a club sweetheart, and clubs are meant for two things. Fucking, and drinking. And since you aren't doing either of those things, I figured you needed a little…nudge," Bastian purred, his face leaning dangerously close to Corbin's

“Uh, right,” Corbin said, slightly tilting his head away. He wasn’t the type for one night stands or for rushing into things to quickly- which seemed to be exactly what Bastian was trying to do.

"How about this. You let me by you a drink, and I get off your lap. Unless, of course," Bastian paused, now leaning down to speak right by Corbin's ear. "You like what you see," he purred lowly

Corbin felt a faint shiver run through his body at how close Bastian was to his ear, and his senses buzzed. “Just buy me the drink,” he said. It wasn’t that he didn’t find Bastian attractive, because he did, but to him it was obvious that Bastian was wanting to get a one night stand out of this.

Bastian smiled triumphantly as he slid out of Corbin’s lap. He did so slowly, grinning a bit as he did so. “Pick your poison,” he said as he returned to his seat

“Just another glass of whiskey will be fine,” Corbin answered. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, glancing away from Bastian as he did so.

"One whiskey, coming up," Bastian said with a small smile. He turned to the bartender, but he had already gone to go get the whiskey before he could ask. Bastian laughed a tad before resting his free arm against the countertop

Corbin arched a brow as he watched the bartender leave so quickly. He brushed off the feeling it gave him, and he ran a hand through his hair again.

"So…you said you lived around here, right?" Bastian asked, now turning to look at Corbin again. He seemed to get hotter almost the more he looked at him, though he wasn't sure if that was just the alcohol or what

“I do, just a few blocks away,” Corbin answered with a nod of his head. He lived in some small cabin, and it was nice there. Lots of silence and such, just the way he preffeed it.

"Really? Must be a nice place," Bastian said. He glanced over at the returning bartender, who handed him a glass of whiskey. He slid it over to Corbin with a small smile

“Mm, it’s alright,” Corbin said. It was a smaller place, just enough room for him and his dog. He lived alone, and he never got many guests.

"Maybe I could swing by sometime. You seem like the type to need a little company now and then," Bastian hummed. Truth be told, Corbin did seem a little lonely. Okay, a lot lonely by his standards

Corbin shrugged his shoulders loosely, thinking that Bastian would just come around wanting sex or something. “I have my dog, and it’s fine,” he said. The quiet of his home was a much better experience then the war torn area he had been deployed in.

"Yeah, but a dog isn't a person. Unless, you know. You're one of those people," Bastian said, making an exaggerated noise of disgust before taking a sip of his drink

“Oh shut up,” Corbin sneered, shaking his head slowly. “And considering he is a therapy dog, he’s probably better than a person.”

"Well, he's still a dog. Granted he probably is way better than most people, but not being around people for a long amount of time can really fuck you over," Bastian protested. He personally couldn't stand being alone for more than a day or two at a time, though that was probably just because it was easy for him to get depressed when he wasn't around people

“Maybe for you,” Corbin commented. He picked up his drink and took a long sip, huffing softly. He ran a hand over his stubble again, thinking that he might want to shave it.

"Here, how about this. When your sad ass realizes you're lonely, call me," Bastian said before pulling a pen and a stray scrap of paper from his jacket. He scribbled his number down before sliding the paper towards Corbin

Corbin looked down at the paper with a frown on his lips. “Alright,” he huffed, taking it and stuffing it into his pocket. He tipped back his drink, quickly downing the rest of it.

Bastian glanced at Corbin's drink. "You want a refill?" he offered before taking a sip of his own drink. Idly, he wondered if Corbin would ever actually call him. Probably not, since the guy seemed like he pretty much hated him. Well, it was worth a shot

Corbin shook his head in response, pushing to his feet with a grunt. “I’m fine, thanks. I’m probably just going to head out,” he told Bastian, leaning against his crutch a bit now.