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A blast of warm air hits Varka the moment he steps through the bar door, a stark contrast to the chill of the outside air. Like almost every Friday night he’s here, it’s busy as usual which means finding an empty seat will be a challenge.
Varka scans the surrounding area for an open seat and spots two conveniently at the bar, except one of them is taken by a jacket folded on top of it. His gaze shifts automatically to the figure sitting on a stool in between the completely empty one and the one most likely being held for someone, and is hit with the sudden sense of familiarity. He knows that pretty face with the long blue hair and slim build.
Over the past 4 months, Varka has seen this person out walking their dog while he’s on a quick run if he did not have time to go to the gym. Varka hasn’t spoken much to him, but his dog would often tug on his leash after seeing him and pull his owner in Varka’s direction for pets. And of course Varka could never say no and would give the dog a scritch behind the ears or pat him on the head.
They ended up exchanging names at some point and Varka learned that the man goes by Flins. Apparently, he had moved to the area around the same time Varka started noticing him, so roughly four months ago.
Truth be told, Varka has the tiniest crush on Flins. He’s not sure how it developed, but his heart would beat just a little faster when he’d spot him in the distance with his dog trotting beside him, causing Varka’s hands to get a little clammy when they’d greet each other with smiles.
Varka had been wanting to ask for Flins’ number, but his mind would start blanking and when he finally remembered what he wanted to ask, Flins and his dog would already be down the sidewalk in the opposite direction.
The fact that Flins is here alone tonight and there just so happens to be an empty spot next to him, Varka can’t help but think that it’s fate. Which also means that he’s going to shoot his shot and hope for the best.
After steeling his nerves, Varka takes a seat to the left of Flins and notes that his current glass of beer is almost empty. Perfect.
Varka flags down the bartender and pulls out his wallet. “Can I start a tab?”
“Of course. I assume you’ll be having your usual?” the bartender asks as she takes the card handed to him. He’s a frequent patron here so the bartenders all know what he usually drinks.
“You know me too well!” Varka laughs and gestures to Flins next to him. “And can I also get a pint of the nitro stout for this fine gentleman? Put it on my tab, please.”
“Sure thing!” and the bartender is off to grab the respective glasses to start pouring their drinks.
“A good choice, my friend,” Flins says to Varka with a smile. “Thank you.”
“Hey no problem!” Varka grins. “I thought you might like it.”
Flins runs his finger along the rim of his now empty glass, never taking his eyes off Varka. “I don’t tend to drink it often, but I do like the texture of it. Soft and creamy… truly wonderful.”
There’s something playful in that smile of Flins’ as he recalls the texture of the drink and it has Varka’s face burning just a bit.
Their conversation is interrupted as the bartender slides over their drinks and takes Flins’ empty glass. Varka grabs his and takes a big swig then watches as Flins takes a sip of his own, humming in appreciation.
Wow… was he always this pretty?
Varka doesn’t even realize he’s staring until Flins politely clears his throat, snapping Varka out of the trance he was in.
“I take it you come here often then?” Flins asks. “This is my first time here but if I had known you’d be a frequent patron, I would have stopped by a lot sooner.”
“Almost every Friday night! If I had known you drank I would have invited you!” Varka replies. “Maybe next time?”
“I’d like that,” is Flins’ answer and he seems genuine. Then, there’s the sound of a phone going off and he says, “Ah, just one moment.”
Flins turns to the empty stool next to him and rummages around in the jacket placed upon it before pulling out his phone. He pauses a moment to read something on the lockscreen and sends a message that Varka can’t see, then swipes a few times to his contacts and turns, holding out the device for Varka. “Can we exchange numbers then?”
Varka fumbles for his own phone and manages to get his contacts open, not missing the way Flins lets out a soft laugh. They trade devices and enter their numbers before handing them back.
“You beat me to it,” Varka sighs. “Truth be told, I’ve been wanting to ask for your number, but I kept getting distracted.”
“Distracted? By what?” A sly smile graces Flins’ face, and he rests his head on his elbow that is propped against the bar top.
Varka has to look away or else his face will turn an even brighter shade of red. “By you. You’re quite… beautiful.”
He doesn’t turn his head, too afraid that Flins’ smile will drop at the confession and he doesn’t want to see that. He’d rather remember his pretty smiling face than a disgusted one if Flins were to get up right now and leave.
“Am I now? Thank you. I must say, you are quite handsome yourself.”
Varka snaps his head in Flins’ direction so fast it almost gives him whiplash. Flins is now, without an ounce of shame, checking Varka out. His eyes rake down Varka’s body and focus just a little too long on his biceps, chest, and thighs before making their way up to Varka’s face.
“I ummm thanks,” Varka chuckles nervously. This is all going too well. He never thought he’d get this far and he was planning on flirting with Flins, not the other way around.
“There’s no need to be so nervous. I don’t bite… unless you’re into that,” Flins says and bites his bottom lip for emphasis.
Blood is quickly rushing from Varka’s head to his groin. By the way this is going, he might actually get laid. He wasn’t planning on it tonight, but all the signs are pointing there and Varka is all for it, as long as he isn’t reading this all wrong and Flins is actually interested in him too.
Varka takes another swig of his beer, not knowing how to answer Flins’ question without sounding desperate for him to actually do it. But he’s pretty sure he’d be into that. Letting Flins bite him and leave marks all over his body. Starting from his neck down his chest then all the way down to his–
His dick is starting to get hard and Varka needs to stop thinking about it or else he’s never going to have any dignity left if anyone were to see.
Flins takes his silence as a positive answer and leaves it at that while he takes a sip of his own beer, a smug look on his face.
Just as Varka is about to say something, someone comes up next to Flins on his other side and places a hand on his back in between the shoulder blades.
“Again, sorry I’m late. I had to stay and cover for someone last minute.”
This person, Varka’s never seen before. He’s a bit on the shorter side, has a little beauty mark underneath his left eye, wears a ruby red earring that matches the color of his hair at the nape of his neck, and the silver hair adoring the rest of his head is a bit ruffled, almost like he was trying to tame it but to no avail. A cute little guy honestly, and pretty as well.
But he seems to know Flins. Are they friends? Flins never said he was expecting company but that’s not a problem. The more the merrier, right?
Flins turns to the little guy and a warm, loving smile pops up on his face and places a hand on the man’s lower back, pulling him just a tad closer. “No worries, I’m just glad you’re here.”
Flins’ friend tilts his head down and they share a brief kiss before the ‘friend’ picks up the jacket holding his spot and sits down on the stool.
Yeah, they’re not friends. Friends do not kiss nor look at each other like that, like they are in love.
Varka suddenly feels sick. He has been hitting on a taken man for the past half hour and has been crushing on said man for the past few months.
“I’m so terribly sorry,” Varka starts, embarrassment evident on his face. “I didn’t know you were taken so I’m just going to head out for the night. It was really nice to talk to you again.”
Varka tries to wave down the bartender so he can close his tab and get his card back, but Flins catches his arm and gently brings it down. Varka doesn’t fight it.
“Please stay?” Flins asks with slight desperation in his eyes.
Varka wants to say no but something in his mind is telling him to stay put. He hesitantly nods and that seems to make Flins happy.
“Illuga, this is Varka. The man I have been talking to you about,” Flins gestures to the little guy next to him then to Varka. “And Varka, this is Illuga, my boyfriend.”
Boyfriend.
Varka already kind of knew as of thirty seconds ago, but hearing the title hurts and makes him feel even more embarrassed. He knew it was all too good to be true. But Flins was flirting with him back which now just has him confused.
If Flins and that Illuga fellow are dating, why would Flins openly flirt with Varka, check him out, and just let Varka do whatever without stopping him? Maybe he wanted to see how far Varka would go then break the news to him? But Flins doesn’t seem like that kind of person to lead someone on then humiliate them, so there must be a reason.
Illuga reaches out a hand, “Nice to finally put a face to the name. Flins has talked a lot about you.”
Varka, still confused, shakes his hand. Flins and Illuga share a look before Flins turns back to Varka.
“Varka, forgive me for the suddenness but we have a proposal for you.”
“Yeah?”
“Would you be interested in having a threesome with us?”
“…”
“…”
“A…threesome?” There’s no way Varka is hearing that right, right? “Are you guys in an open relationship?”
“For the most part, yes, but we are very picky when it comes to having a third,” Flins replies. “You can say no if that is not something you’re into. We completely understand.”
Varka looks back and forth between the two of them, thoughts racing. He doesn’t know much about Flins and he knows nothing about Illuga, but they’re interested in him enough that they want to have sex with him. Varka’s dick is also very interested in the idea, already starting to harden again after it immediately went flaccid when they dropped the relationship bomb on him.
He’s had plenty of hookups before and even had a threesome once, regardless of whether he knew the people well or not. Most were complete strangers that he met on a whim while some he knew, but not well enough to be considered friends. He’s had his fair share of hooking up after a few drinks only to never see his partner that night ever again.
“Yeah, I’d be all for that,” Varka lets his dick make the decision for him. “Are we like… doing it tonight? Or…”
Varka was not planning on hooking up tonight so he’s a little unprepared. But he can make do if that’s the case. Maybe stop by his place really quick to freshen up and grab a few condoms, he lives close by after all.
“Not tonight, there’s still some things I’d like for us to discuss. But we can definitely figure out another time that works best. If that’s alright with you?” Flins tilts his head in question.
“And we don’t want alcohol involved,” Illuga pipes up.
Varka nods. “That works. And I understand, no alcohol.”
Though neither Flins nor Varka are anywhere close to being drunk nor has Illuga even had anything yet, Varka gets it. If anything were to happen, they cannot blame it on the alcohol if there's none involved to begin with.
Truth be told, Varka is a little disappointed that they’re not hooking up that very night, but he’ll live. If he’s gone how many months, possibly a year now, without getting laid, he can wait a little while longer.
“Then I’ll make us a group chat and add everyone?” Flins pulls out his phone again. Varka nods shortly after and gets a text from a new group chat where he adds Illuga to his contacts. Speaking of him…
“Can I get you something to drink?” Varka asks Illuga. It’s the least he can do after hitting on his boyfriend and all.
“Yeah, sure. Thank you.”
Illuga orders a rum and coke, and it’s added to Varka’s tab along with another beer for him. Flins gets the same as him but denies Varka wanting to put it on his tab, he has an open one himself afterall and doesn’t want to rack up Varka’s bill at the end of the night.
While they drink, Varka learns that Illuga is twenty-six and Flins is thirty. He himself is forty-two but was reassured that his age was not a problem but actually a bonus. Apparently they like older men. He also learns that they moved to the area four months ago for Flins’ job and they have not only a dog at home but also a bird.
Apparently, they’ve been together for three years now and the last time they had a third was a year ago, but it wasn’t anything serious nor did they end it on bad terms. It just didn’t work out between the three of them, so they ended it.
Varka told them he’s been in the area for many years but isn’t originally from here. He, like Flins, moved for work and doesn’t have a reason to leave.
He also mentioned he’s been single for a while. He’s tried dating and hooking up but none of them seemed to last long or work out. But he was used to it by now, until Flins came along and Varka wanted to take his time and get to know him by hiding his little crush and just taking things slow.
Maybe that was his issue. Rushing into things to combat loneliness only for it to all come crashing down in the end.
Varka’s forty-two. Men his age are usually already married with kids but here he is, struggling and drinking away at a bar almost every Friday night for a chance to get laid or meet the right one. Perhaps if things go well between the three of them, and they really do want more from him than just sex, he can finally settle down.
But he’s looking way too far in the future. He shouldn’t even be having these thoughts to begin with in case it really doesn’t work out between them and then he’s back to square one. The worst thing that could happen is he messes up and is the cause for Flins and Illuga to split. That would be terrible and he’d never forgive himself.
Varka doesn’t realize he’s lost in his thoughts until a hand is placed on his shoulder and he’s tearing his gaze away from his empty glass
“Are you feeling okay?” Flins asks and there’s concern on his face.
“Yeah, just lost in thought,” Varka reassures him. He takes a quick glance at his watch and notes that it’s almost 11 pm. “I should probably get going soon, it’s getting late.”
Flins and Illuga check the time on their phones and they nod in understanding. They end up closing their tabs and as they head out the door to part ways, Flins pulls them all aside, away from the door and anyone who might be listening.
“Another question for you,” Flins directs his attention to Varka and waves his phone in the air. “For the time being, would you be interested in us sending you pictures?”
Varka tilts his head in confusion, so Illuga explains. “He means, would you be interested in us sending you nudes.”
“Yes, definitely,” Varka does not hesitate to agree to it.
A smirk appears on Flins’ face. “Good to know. You don’t have to share anything with us if you don’t want to. Consider it like a little preview of us. To see if you’ll still be interested in what we have to offer.”
Varka nods eagerly, already looking forward to those texts. He’s already planning on sharing his own, but they don’t need to know that at the moment. Maybe keep it as a little surprise.
“Outside of sending pictures, are you okay with texting throughout the week?” Illuga asks. “Just to get to know us better and all.”
“Sure thing! But not during work hours, if that’s okay?” Varka replies and they nod, agreeing to it.
After quickly planning on meeting somewhere close by a week from today to go over everything before they partake in the threesome, they finally say goodbye, but not without Flins sending Varka a wink and telling Varka to keep an eye on his phone tonight.
Varka hopped in the shower after he got home and all he could think about was Flins and Illuga, how they want to hook up with him of all people. His cock was half hard, had been for a while, and he took himself in hand and stroked his length to the thought of fucking both of them until he came embarrassingly quick.
After the shower, Varka is dressed in only a pair of sweatpants and just as he’s brushing his teeth, his phone, sitting on the counter, goes off with a notification and Varka almost chokes on his toothbrush. He quickly spits the foam out and rinses his mouth then scrambles to unlock the device.
Illuga
Here’s a little something for now
Attached is a picture of Flins with his mouth full of Illuga’s cock, so full that the length is barely visible and Flins’ nose is nestled in a thatch of trimmed, silver hair. His eyes are half-lidded and there’s a healthy blush on his cheeks, overall, he looks to be enjoying it.
Varka’s cock gives a twitch of renewed interest. He isn’t sure if he wishes he were in Flins’ position, sucking Illuga off, or if he wishes he was Illuga, buried deep in Flins’ throat.
Wanting to show them that he is still very interested, Varka attempts to take a picture of himself in return. He points his phone’s camera at the mirror to show off his torso and the happy trail that leads down to coarse, blond hair where the base of his half hard cock sits. Visible due to him forgoing underwear while his untied gray sweatpants sit loose on his hips. His cock presses against the thin fabric, not leaving much to the imagination.
He takes a few pictures and sends one of his several attempts at a good enough photo before leaving the bathroom to get into bed. Two minutes later, his phone goes off once then twice.
Illuga
Damn, you’re massive. Just what we like
Doesn’t he look so pretty like this?
Included is another picture of Flins, but this time, his mouth is wide open and his tongue is sticking out where the tip of Illuga’s cock sits. Flins’ face and tongue is covered in cum and he is squinting so as to not get anything in his eyes. He looks incredibly erotic.
Varka wasn’t planning on jerking off again tonight, but his dick makes the decision for him and so now he’s shoving his sweatpants down his thighs, his hard cock springing free and slapping him on the belly. He spits in his hand, even though there’s a bottle of lube in his bedside drawer which is within reach, and uses his saliva as lube, fucking his fist as he looks at the two pictures they had sent him.
He imagines them stroking his cock to the same pace and then he imagines them wrapping their lips around him before taking him down their throats. He thinks of him and Illuga rubbing their cocks on Flins’ face together and feeling that tongue of his drag along the underside of their lengths before they cum at the same time and cover his face with their spend.
That thought has Varka’s balls drawing up tight until just a few more tugs on his cock and he’s shooting his load onto his belly and chest. He squeezes beneath the head to coax out more milky fluid and shudders seeing himself coated in his own cum.
With his clean hand, he takes a shaky picture of the mess that he made of himself and types up a response that he sends to the groupchat.
Varka
Gods yes, he looks so fucking pretty like that
Look what you guys are doing to me already
The picture he sends is taken at somewhat of an awkward angle, but it’s of his cum-covered torso and his softening cock trapped in his fist, only the tip visible.
Flins
I’m glad that you are just as equally aroused as we certainly are.
Oh, how I’d love to lick you clean right now.
Now Varka really has to try to not get hard again as he visualizes Flins licking up his cum and humming in approval as he does so. But Varka doubts he can get hard again as two orgasms within a short period of time is very unusual for him at his age. So, Varka forces himself to get out of bed where he goes to the bathroom to wipe himself down then heads to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, downing the entire thing in a few gulps. When he returns to bed, there are a few more messages.
Illuga
Thank you for indulging us. We didn’t expect anything back, but you won’t hear any complaints from us
Flins
Absolutely, just as Illuga said.
It is getting late so how about we send you more of the details tomorrow evening?
Varka
No need to thank me
And sure thing, I’ll be looking forward to it
Goodnights are exchanged and Varka locks his phone and shuts off the light, drowning his room in relative darkness as there’s some light that peaks through the window from behind the curtain. He turns onto his side, facing the window and the other half of his bed that remains empty. He stares at the blank space there and runs his hand over the cold sheets, imagining what it would be like to be occupied by another person, or persons.