Ellis

Ellis is handing the man -- total DILF, by the way -- his third beer. The guy's kid's pretty hot too, despite being a bit too young to Ellis' tastes, and that's not even considering the fact he acted like a total douchebag. He hopes Tanya (Ruby, as she's known to the clientele) is okay. Sometimes these younger guys, they think just because they're paying for it, they can do anything they want.

There aren't any other clients at the bar, and the DILF clearly wants to talk to someone. In fact, most of the guys who come here don't just want to fuck, not really. They think they do, but what they want is someone who'll listen to them bitch and moan about their shitty wife, their shitty kids, their shitty job. It's a cliché and a lie that only women want to talk about that kind of stuff. Ellis should know; as a bartender, he's on the front lines for these conversations.

He's idly wondering if he could convince this guy to take a quick trip to the bathroom and mess around. There's a glory hole in one of the stalls, which always struck him as super-weird, seeing as Cupid's is basically a brothel anyway. But he's not complaining. He's gotten lucky there before, and maybe, if he can get a few more beers in this guy before his son's finished up with Tanya, he can get something else in him as well...

Something vibrates in his back pocket. His mobile.

It's Tanya.

El - Can u come? We're in room 7. Urgent

His blood turns cold. He glances at the kid's father, just sitting there at the bar, oblivious to all the things his spoiled brat might be doing.

No. Take a step back. Ellis doesn't know what's going on, either. For all he knows, the kid passed out or threw up all over the bed after downing that vodka coke in under five minutes. Skinny thing like that, it seems the more likely scenario. Tanya would kick his ass if he tried to get too frisky.

All the same, the "urgent" spooked him. "Hey," he says to the DILF. "I gotta step out for a second. Be good, okay." He winks at the dude, just for good measure, then half-jogs to the rooms, trying not to think about what he might find there. He's in no mood to clean up a spoiled ginger kid's sick today.

Tanya is waiting for him at the door, a wicked grin on her face.

Uh-oh. "What's so urgent?"

She just smirks.

"Tanya? What's going on?"

"I think the young man would prefer your company over mine."

"He... what?" Ellis looks around, bites his lower lip. "Shit. For real?"

"If you're up for it, that is."

He shrugs. Plays it cool, even though his cock twitches and swells already. "Yeah, guess so." He considers, before he adds, "But you owe me."

She throws back her head and cackles. "Like hell I do! You two have fun now." She starts walking away, then turns back, as if she just remembered something. "Be gentle, okay? I'm pretty sure it's his first time."

"Yeah. Sure," Ellis says to himself as Tanya rounds the corner and disappears from sight. "I can do that. Okay." He licks his lips and enters the room.

The kid's sitting on the bed, leaning backward, eyes wide. Damn, but he looks fine. A red-head -- Ellis doesn't think he's ever been with a red-head before. Sharp nose and chin, pale green eyes. A light smattering of freckles on his face. Some ginger fuzz on the spots he missed while shaving.

And that body... the kid's on the skinny side, it's true, but a lot of it is just ropey, trim muscles.

Ellis closes the door behind him. "Hey. 'Sup?"

The kid just nods. There's something else about him, too. He looks flushed, probably from the drink he had before. Since the kid was rude to him, Ellis was... overly generous with the vodka, and skimmed on the coke. Thinking back on it makes Ellis feel pissed off all over again, though, so he tries not to.

Just as Ellis tries to figure out what to say next, the kid unceremoniously whips out his dick. For a second, Ellis is taken aback. Speechless. Hypnotised by dick. It's fully erect, perfectly straight, smooth and longish; thin at the base, where it's surrounded by a thick patch of orange pubic hair, and getting thicker near the top. Ellis gets a glimpse of the purple head.

Fuck. He clears his throat. "... What exactly did Tanya tell you?"

"Who?"

"Ruby, I mean."

"Oh." The kid's staring at him. There's something about him, it's almost arrogance? It rubs Ellis the wrong way, somehow, and at the same time it makes him hard as a rock. "She didn't tell me anything, really. We were gonna do it, I told her I might be gay, she left and went to get you. So I figure..."

Ellis takes a step toward the bed. "You figure what?"

"I figure... you should suck my cock."

Tempting as it may be, Ellis can't help but laugh. "I think you've watched one too many porn movies, my dude."

The kid's face flashes red. Ellis can't tell if he's embarrassed or angry. "Ruby said it was already paid for."

Probably angry then. Hot twink or not, Ellis can't stand whiny entitled guys like this. "That may be, but I'm a bartender here. I don't get paid for... this kind of work."

The kid looks taken aback. Maybe Ellis misread the situation; maybe this really is some shy, virgin baby gay, and they just got off on the wrong foot.

"Look..." Ellis starts to say.

"It's my birthday," the kid blurts out at the same time.

"What's that? What did you say?"

"It's my birthday." Puzzled. "Why?"

Ellis takes another step closer. Tries not to stare too much at the guy's dick. It looks even better up close, but Ellis has a sinking feeling in his stomach. "What's your name?"

"Andrew." He's frowning now. "Why all the questions?"

"Andrew," Ellis says. "Let me guess, you go by Roo sometimes?"

"Yeah. What--"

"And your username online is roo99?"

Now the kid looks nothing short of panicked. "How would you--"

Slowly, deliberately, Ellis lifts his shirt--not taking his eyes off Andrew all the while. The kid's expression shifts from incomprehension to surprise to... what exactly? Shock? Sheer terror? Which is inadvertently hilarious, since he's still got his dick out.

"You're... You're him!" Andrew babbles. "Helios!"

"Yup."

"Oh my god. Oh my god, you... I've..."

Ellis shakes his head. "Save it, kid. I don't care." He takes one last look at Andrew, still sprawled out on the bed, then turns around and leaves the room.