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It was at times like this that Mischa believed in God.

Of course, his thoughts were sacrilegious considering the reason he believed in God was that the guy rimming him must have been given his skill from God because there was just no way an ordinary human would be able to do with his tongue what this guy was doing. But still.

Thank you, Lord.

He briefly thought he saw God when the aforementioned guy – DJ, his name was DJ – fucked him so well that Mischa almost considered converting. How exactly he’d convert from being an atheist was an issue for tomorrow’s Mischa – tonight’s Mischa just wanted to be sure that there would be time for a round two before he had to leave.

Because, Holy Shit, this guy – DJ, his name was DJ – was talented. Like, almost worthy of a second night even though Mischa never did them – ever – and besides, he was on his way to visit friends in his home town and there was a shit-all chance of his best buddy forgiving him for blowing him off for sex – even life-changing, praise the Lord sex. But still – he thought about it.

“Well, slap my ass and call me Carol!” DJ laughed out loud at the statement – or he would have done it if he wasn’t desperately dragging air into his lungs. Jesus Christ – where had this guy been all of his life?

“I take it that was a compliment?” he finally managed to say, rolling onto his side so that he was facing Mischa.

“Dude! There aren’t words for the compliments I would pay you for that – I mean, your mouth alone was well worth the price of the ticket into Jungle!” Mischa said, mirroring DJ’s position so that they were facing each other. His cheeks were still flushed, his lips swollen from their feverish kisses, and his eyes were damned near twinkling – it was enough to make DJ believe in love at first sight.

To be fair, he had almost believed in love at first sight when he saw Mischa for the first time. He’d just grabbed himself an overpriced beer from Ethan who was the bartender at Jungle and turned to the dance floor, trying to decide whether or not he wanted to throw himself into the crowd of dancing men and women when he had seen him. It was almost as if he’d had a spotlight on him, dancing with no inhibitions in the middle of a small group of men who were all trying to get his attention.

His skin had looked pale beneath the flashing lights, making the moles dotting his face stand out strongly, and he danced as if he felt the music in his bones – his lean frame swaying from side to side, hips twisting and turning, his face upturned as he gave himself over to the music completely. It was enthralling and compelling and DJ found himself walking towards the dance floor with no thoughts in his head other than wanting to get closer.

He barely noticed the people he walked past, slipping between dancing couples and groups until he stood in front of the dancing young man. It felt like a flash of electricity went through him when suddenly eyes turned bright amber by the lights hitting his face and he almost stumbled.

“Dance with me.” Despite the thumping beat of the music that felt like it was reverberating through his chest, he could tell what the man had said, long arms held out towards him in invitation. A man would have to be a fool to reject the invitation and despite what his Uncle Peter might say about him, DJ was no fool. He shoved his expensive bottle of beer into the hands of someone nearby and moved into those arms as if magnetized.

The music changed to one of his favourite ‘oldies’ – Doja Cat, Woman – and resting his arms on the man’s shoulders he followed his lead, stepping closer until they were plastered together from the waist down. Their bodies were almost immediately in sync, bumping, grinding and swaying to the music together and DJ was aware of long-fingered hands resting on his hips.

“I’m DJ,” he said, leaning forward so that he could speak directly into his partner’s ear.

“What?”

“I said, my name is DJ,” he said slightly louder.

“Call me Mischa,” Mischa replied and DJ smiled. “And yes, I know it’s a strange name and no, I’m not going to get into what it means or where it’s from,” Mischa continued and DJ nodded. He could well imagine how often Mischa had to go through all of that.

“Fine by me!” Mischa grinned at his response, hands tightening slightly on DJ’s hips. More than happy to follow his lead, and aware of a few disgruntled looks being thrown his way from some of the guys who had been trying to dance with Mischa before he turned up, DJ had thrown his head back and laughed,

DJ had no idea how long they had danced for – the tunes moving from real oldies like KLF to slightly newer tunes like Sam Smith ‘Unholy’ but it didn’t matter to him what music was playing – as long as Mischa was in his arms, he couldn’t have cared less.

“I need libation,” Mischa said, squeezing DJ’s ass.

“As you wish,” DJ replied, turning towards the bar and grabbing Mischa’s hand so that they didn’t get separated by the sea of people dancing. He made his way to the bar, gesturing to Ethan who came over straight away and accepted DJ’s order for two bottles of water.

“Quoting Princess Bride at me – smooth move, dude,” Mischa said, accepting the unopened bottle from the bartender with a smile of thanks. He opened it and tipped his head back, his long, graceful neck on full display as he gulped down the cold water. Mesmerised, DJ found himself leaning forward and nuzzling at Mischa’s Adam’s apple, before placing a gentle kiss on the throb of his pulse. “Ooh, you can do anything you like to me if you kiss my neck right,” Mischa said, offering DJ his half-empty bottle. Ignoring his own bottle of water, DJ simply opened his mouth and Mischa tipped the water into his mouth. It was hard to tell if it was a real accident or not when the fluid shifted until it poured down onto his chest instead of into his mouth.

“Really?”

“Well, you’re soaked in sweat anyway – and I wanted a clearer view of your nipples through that shirt,” Mischa said unrepentantly, staring at DJ’s chest. “You must work out non-stop – dude, you are ripped!”

“I work out a bit,” DJ admitted, pulling his soaked shirt away from his chest and very aware of Mischa’s avid gaze.

“A bit – yeah, I can see that,” Mischa said, finally meeting DJ’s eyes. His wide mouth was split into a grin, his eyes gleaming with undisguised interest. “So – do we do the small talk or – “

“Or I could invite you back to my place,” DJ said, letting his shirt go and grabbing Mischa’s hand. “I mean, only if you want. I’m perfectly happy to keep dancing if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“Seriously? You think I’m going to waste the night on dancing when I could get a look at that chest without material in the way?”

“Hey, I didn’t want to assume — besides, you don’t know anything about me other than my name.”

“Do I need to know more? Are you luring me back to your house so that you can kill me and dismember my body?”

“Oh, I have designs on your body alright – but no dismemberment,” DJ replied with a grin.

“Okay – hang on just a sec,” Mischa said, turning back to the bar and gesturing to Ethan who was wiping down the counters. “Hey, Ethan – this guy gonna chop me into pieces and bury me under that huge tree in the preserve?”

“I thought it was you but I was too busy earlier to confirm! I didn’t know you were coming into town!” Ethan replied, leaning over the bar and giving Mischa an appreciative look. “Looking good man – getting away from Beacon Hills seems to have agreed with you!”

“Oh yeah – living with my aunt has been a blast! Fresh start and all that,” Mischa replied. “So DJ here – safe or not?”

Ethan turned his gaze onto DJ, looking him up and down before giving Mischa a nod.

“Nah, you’re good! He’s one of the safe ones – besides he’s friends with – “

“That’s all I needed to know!” Mischa interrupted before Ethan could finish speaking, grabbing DJ by the collar of his shirt and turning away from the bar. “Email me – I’m definitely interested in that project you told me about last time we spoke.”

“See you guys later – have fun!” Ethan said before turning away to serve his next customer.

“Looks like we’re going to your place then!”

“So you’re from Beacon Hills originally?” DJ asked, following Mischa to the cloakroom where they retrieved their jackets before braving the coolness of the night outside the club.

“Yep – but you don’t want to hear all of that, do you? I mean – you haven’t even kissed me yet,” Mischa replied turning so that he was walking backwards and tugging DJ after him.

“Well I should remedy that immediately,” DJ said, taking hold of Mischa’s jacket and pulling him closer until they were face to face, “I’ve been wanting to taste your mouth since we started dancing.”

“Well, now’s your chance – for one night only, you can – “ DJ interrupted Mischa’s playful speech by leaning forwards and pressing their lips together. Mischa’s mouth was still open and DJ took full advantage, slipping his tongue into the welcoming warmth as he tugged Mischa fully into his arms. They came to a halt as they kissed and DJ cupped Mischa’s face in his hands, tilting his head so that he could deepen the kiss until they were tasting each other passionately.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had made out in the street with someone – it wasn’t the done thing when you were the deputy sheriff in a county like Beacon Hills – but Mischa made it feel new and exciting, his hands sliding over DJ’s back and ass, his lean muscular body pressed tightly against DJ’s. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the kiss, moaning when Mischa took the opportunity to suck DJ’s bottom lip into his mouth before releasing it slowly.

“Fun though this might be – and as first kisses go, that was in my top five – maybe we should order an Uber so we can go to my place? A back-alley knee-trembler wasn’t quite what I had in mind,” he said, interspersing his words with gentle kisses to Mischa’s swollen lips. Mischa looked more than a little dazed and DJ felt a sense of satisfaction that he wasn’t in this alone. The chemistry between the two of them was not something he had experienced before and it was a little scary to think of being in this thing alone.

“Yeah – Uber sounds good.”

“Fuck, what time is it?” Mischa asked, leaning over DJ’s body to get a better look at the old-fashioned alarm clock on the bedside table. “Shit – I have to get going!”

DJ groaned, taking advantage of Mischa’s position over him to grab his ass and squeeze.

“No – I was hoping for round – actually, I have no idea what round it would be!”

Mischa laughed as he fell back onto the bed, pulling DJ on top of him.

“My ass is sore – your tongue is magical but your dick is huge and I think I’m going to be walking crooked for a good few days!”

“Nothing says it has to be your ass,” DJ said, waggling his impressive eyebrows and leaning down to kiss Mischa. Mischa turned his head at the last second, laughing as DJ began peppering kisses down the side of his face and neck before blowing a raspberry on his jugular.

“God what I wouldn’t give – your ass is a work of art!” DJ climbed fully on top of him and Mischa spread his legs and wrapped them around DJ’s slim waist. He groaned at the feel of their dicks meeting in a sweet rub of skin on skin, the friction enough to make him wonder if he had time for just one more time.

“My ass is yours to explore – now or maybe you could give me your phone number?” DJ murmured against Mischa’s neck, taking tiny bites at the tender skin until Mischa knew he was going to be covered in red marks. He groaned in appreciation and tried to remember why he shouldn’t just slag off the rest of the day and plumb the depths of DJ’s glorious ass.

“Hey, Derek, you left your door unlocked again – I swear to God, for a deputy you have zero idea about security and shit!” The bedroom door was thrust open and Mischa felt his jaw drop when Scott walked in, still talking as he did so. “I know you were going out last night to get your freak on, but I really want you to meet Stiles so – STILES?!”

“Scott?!”

“Stiles?” DJ had stiffened in Mischa’s embrace, looking down at him with an accusing look. “You said your name was Mischa?!”

“My name is Mischa – it’s what I go by in San Fran because the professors couldn’t pronounce Mieczyslaw and it got shortened to Mischa by my friends!! And excuse you -- Derek? As in Deputy Derek James Hale of the Beacon Hills sheriff’s department?!” Derek – Derek suited him better than DJ now that Stiles thought about it – rolled off of him, yanking at the sheet to ensure that it covered Stiles’ naked form. “Don’t worry about that – Scott’s seen everything!” Derek’s eyebrows rose impressively on his forehead as he stomped across the room and dragged on a pair of grey sweatpants that did next to nothing to dim Stiles’ desire for his body. “Not like that! We used to make mud pies together and our parents would throw us in the bath together because we were inseparable when we were kids!”

“I – I want to apologise because I just saw more of Derek than I ever imagined I would – but I also want a hug from my best bud in the world and – what were you guys doing?!” Scott had finally got his voice back and had his hands on his hips, staring back and forth between the two of them accusingly.

“Scott – if you still don’t know what goes on when two guys really like each other and decide that they want to get groiny – “

“STILES!! I’d forgotten you have no filter,” Scott groused, crossing the room to take a seat at the end of the bed. “So – are you two a couple? How did you meet? How long has this been going on? Is it like me and Allison – “

“Oh fuck no,” Stiles said, pulling the sheet over his head. “Please tell me you don’t still wax lyrical about Allison at every opportunity!”

“Fuck me, I need a drink!” Derek exclaimed before stomping out of the room and leaving Stiles to answer all of Scott’s questions.