Chapter 102 - 101. US - Turning Point [M]

In the gay bar, he had spotted weeks ago on the internet, Connor was sitting with a straw in his mouth, downing the turquoise blue cocktail the bartender had served him. His eyes sparkled with excitement but also because it was already his second drink and the bartender had a knack for making the alcohol completely undetectable in his cocktails, which he liked.

It was his first time in the place and it went much better than his expectations. Several clients had already hit on him tonight and he was even pounding the possibility of going to stage two with the man he had been talking to for almost half an hour. Indeed, Connor was tempted by a making-out session. Life is about fun, isn't it?

He removed the straw from the glass and finished the rest of the drink with one gulp. He put it back on the table and cracked the sugar crystals between his teeth before moving closer to the man next to him, staring at his lips suggestively.

Ready to respond to his advances, the man was already licking his lips when Connor jerked away. He had spotted the bartender who was walking near their table and he wanted a new cocktail.

The boy placed the order and resumed his position, his body pressed against the stranger's warmth. He brought their faces closer and put his index finger on the man's lips.

"Just let me have a short break, then let's resume where we left off, okay?" He pulled away and got up to go to the toilet.

Connor had walked away, not because of some urgent need but for a pep talk. Tonight, he had made up his mind. He had to go at least to stage two. He was done with the half-assed attempts or else he was going to finish high school with his virginity still intact. Not that he's in a rush to give up his V-card, but at least a proper kiss would be a decent start. He freshened up his face with tap water and looked up at the image in the mirror.

His body was exuding sex appeal and his face glowing. Damn him if he didn't kiss a guy or two tonight! He was fixing his oversized black sweater over the beige skinny jeans he was wearing and patting his cheeks to dispel the slight effect of the alcohol.

The teenager finally ran his wet fingers through his hair to smooth out the curls that had formed. Yes, he was wooable!

He returned to his seat and found that his cocktail had arrived. He had barely sat down next to the man that the latter placed his arm on the backrest behind him. Connor understood the unspoken invitation. He turned to his drink to take a sip and cheer himself up. He had barely taken the glass when a hand snatched it from his fingers.

Startled, Connor looked up to the intruder and froze when he saw Greg whose face dripping anger. A shiver ran down the light brown-haired boy's spine.

Without a word, the scientist put the glass back on the table and grabbed his wrist to force him to get up. The man Connor was flirting with grabbed his other wrist to hold him back and Greg turned to him before pulling out his phone to show him his screen.

"If you don't want to have to explain to the authorities the origin and purpose of the substance you poured into his drink while he was in the bathroom, I advise you to let go of him, right this instant."

In the bar, the music was just to set up the atmosphere. Conversations could easily be heard if one paid attention. Connor's flirt saw people sitting at the next table turn to him and he clicked his tongue before getting up and rushing out.

"That asshole!" Connor cried out just before being yanked by Greg across the bar. The scientist held him firmly, leading him towards the exit. He didn't even bother to look at him and that made the young man's heart ache. He wanted Greg to notice him, to look at him.

Moreover, he didn't need to be so furious. He thought back to what he had discovered about his suiter a moment ago and corrected himself. Maybe there was reason to be furious.

Greg dragged the high school boy to his car and opened the door before barking.

"Get in!"

Worried that the man was still angry, Connor tried to protest.

"I came by car."

"I drank a glass of red wine two hours ago, you drank two cocktails with vodka. I'll pick your car up later. Get in."

"You don't have to be that angry," the young man mumbled and Greg snapped at him.

The doctor closed the door with a bang and slammed his hands into the car on either side of Connor's body, cutting off his retreat. The teenager blinked as his face moved closer. The younger man could smell his breath which smelled like fresh mint.

The smell was pleasant and, electrified by the wave of excitement that had just crossed his body when Greg had cornered him, the inebriate and hormonal young man felt the irresistible urge to slip his tongue between the lips of a pink pale and taste the minty flavor.

Greg hovered over Connor's face.

"Do you have any idea of the dangers you expose yourself to? You know what that man would have done to you if I hadn't come."

"I'm not a defenseless damsel, you know."

"You would have been worse than a defenseless damsel if you had drunk that drink."

Connor bit his lip because he had nothing to say to that. No combat training would have served him with a drug-infected organism. Greg was right.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. He lowered his head with a sheepish pout before raising it, a small smile on his lips. "You're sexy when you're angry."

He chuckled briefly as if he was embarrassed by his words and Greg stared at him for a moment.

The young man was still trapped between his arms, his face inches from his. Connor looked up at him through his eyelashes and Greg threw his rationality away and leaned in to kiss him. He pressed his lips to the full, plump ones. The brown-haired boy answered him shyly at first, then with more and more enthusiasm.

The doctor tilted his head and flicked his tongue which lick its way between Connor's lips which offered no resistance. He caressed his tongue with his and a faint taste of alcohol and sugar mixed with his saliva.

He wanted to taste more. Greg sucked on the tongue and leaned closer to the younger man to deepen their kiss. Opening his mouth wider, he explored the walls of the mouth and Connor didn't refuse him for a second. It was even quite the opposite, the teenager was pressing against his body and the scientist felt his lower part react.

The teenager tasted as sweet and good as he had imagined. He was having a hard time restraining his urges. Greg's hands were no longer flat on the car and had a new place on Connor's hips to grip them firmly and press his body against his hard cock. When he felt the younger man's hands caressing his nape instead of pushing away, he felt the last thread keeping his sanity trembling.

"You need to be warier," Greg whispered, pulling away."Connor, why don't you resist me at all?"

"Why?" the brown-haired boy said in a daze. "I want you."

The words made Greg's heart flutter and the scientist locked eyes with Connor. He wasn't sure they were on the same page but he wanted to make a bet. It would be risky but at least he would know for good.

Ever since he had met Connor, the young man and his insolence had forced their way into his thoughts to the point that that time at the coffee shop twice a week was all he thought about.

At first, his attraction was manageable, he enjoyed the times spent with the teenager and his brother-like best friend. Talking with him was easy, pleasant, and stimulating because the young man's repartee often left him speechless.

Connor embodied ardor and youth with his straightforward devoid of malice. But the more he discovered the playfulness of the young man, the more he was under his spell and the more he desired him.

When Greg had walked into the night bar and found Connor chatting with a first man, he hadn't wanted to jump to conclusions.

However, the teenager's body language was more than enough. Seeing the man slip something into his glass, Greg's mind went blank. He refused the idea of ​​someone putting his dirty hands on the boy. His body had moved on its own.

But, it was likely that the attraction he felt for Connor wasn't the same. Relationships at his age were much more volatile and free. He didn't blame him. The desire for experiences and desire itself were the main drivers of adolescence.

Still, if he had even a remote chance that he could use these engines to his advantage, he wanted to take the risk.

Greg jerked away from Connor, pushed him aside then opened the door abruptly.

"It's your last call. If you want to leave it's now because otherwise, I'll take you home."

Connor held the gaze that rested on him and he had a hard time suppressing the shiver that ran through him from head to toe. He had fantasized about this moment so much, that he couldn't see himself backing down now that he had a chance to make it real.

The boy sat down on the seat under Greg's gaze and leaned over to close the door. His face was warm. Maybe because of the alcohol, more likely because of the desire that was running through his veins at the thought of what Greg was going to do to him. His crush will be his first. He couldn't have asked for better.

When the door to Greg's apartment unlocked, the man bent down and grabbed Connor under the knees to throw him over his shoulder. He paused in the entrance and Connor realized it was simply to take off his shoes when he felt the two snickers being ripped from his feet and falling to the floor one after the other.

Greg, who had closed behind him with his foot, walked through the apartment to the bedroom where he laid Connor on the bed. He put one knee on the bed between the boy's legs and locked him in his grip for the second time that evening.

His eyes devoured the lips that Connor bit shyly, his eyes glinting with anticipation. When Greg's lips crashed on his, the brown-haired boy moaned against his mouth without any shame. His hands ran through the body of the man who was kissing him with ardor and greed.

His fingers slowly traced the muscles of his biceps and as he thought he could enjoy their kiss for a moment longer, he felt Greg's hand stroking his abs and slipping under the waistband of his jeans to undo the button.

Connor's heart started to race. It was happening, right?

The man undressed the younger man's lower body and soon only the teenager's boxers protected him from nudity. Greg pulled away for a moment unbuttoned his own shirt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down to make room for his erection that was twitching dangerously.

He stepped away a moment to retrieve a box of condoms and a tube of lubricant. Connor blushed when he realized it was the same mark he had at home. The man resumed his place on top of him and leaned down to kiss him as one of his hands slipped inside the oversized sweater.

With his fingertips, Greg began to caress the tender nipples which didn't take long to harden. When he felt them harden under his finger, the left Connor's mouth and went down his throat, which he began to bite and suck, leaving a series of kiss marks.

Annoyed by the fabric, he lifted the boy's arms to take the sweater off them kept going with the slow and agonizing caressing of the nipples but, this time, with his tongue.

While a hand pinched and twisted one of the nipples, Greg's tongue swirled around the other and his teeth bit him, alternating pleasure and pain in a way that made Connor increasingly drunk with desire.

The young man was already a mess. His disheveled self was moaning and gasping under Greg's hands and tongue without any restraint. As a whimper escaped his lips and filled the silence of the room, he felt the hand that was attacking his nipple move down towards his cock which was dripping its precum onto his own belly.

After a few strokes that made the member harder, Greg kissed his way down Connor's lower body. The boy knew what he was going to do and he already felt like he was about to burst, but he was being assaulted by so many waves of pleasure at the same time that he couldn't find the strength to warn the man who was serving him in such a good way.

When he felt Greg's tongue slide down his rob, Connor thought he was discovering the pinnacle of pleasure. That was before the man's mouth opened to engulf his penis. The man's lips coated his teeth and slide down to the base of the cock. Electricity spread throughout Connor's groin.

Eyes wide open, the boy could think anymore as the pleasure melted his ability to reason. The sucking sensation as Greg came back up made him groan and his fingers slid through the man's hair.

He was enveloped in his own pleasure when he felt a finger poke his hole and the boy froze.

"No!"

The brown-haired boy's fingers that were buried in the scientist's hair slid to his cheeks. He jerked the man's head away from his sex that slipped out of his mouth with a pop sound.

"Sorry. Did I hurt you? I thought you liked it. You kept moaning."

"No, it's just. It's my first time and I'm a little afraid of having something coming inside down there. So please can you be extra gentle?"

"Connor, are you telling that you're a virgin?"

Seeing Greg's shocked expression, Connor pouted.

"Everyone has a first time! That's not something worthy to make such a face."

"No, it's… I can't. I'm sorry." The man moved away so that his body was no longer in contact with Connor's.

"Why? Do you think I'm annoying because I told you I was afraid?"

"No. I-I'm sorry. I really can't be your first."

"But why?" The boy was getting upset. He wanted Greg to be his first.

"I had no intention of stopping after just one night." Connor's heart started to race but he didn't utter a word. "I was ready to give you some space and wait until you give me a chance to be more than just another wooer but I don't think I can't patiently wait and see if I'm the first one to hold you."

"I don't get what you're saying."

"I'm saying that it would mean a lot for me and I'm not confident that I would be able to step aside and let another one touch you. If you give me your first time, I'll get greedy and I'll end up wanting to be the only one." Greg sighed and looked into the light brown-haired boy's eyes. "Connor, I'm telling you that I'm in love with you. I want to be with you"

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Glen watched as the scientist ignored him as he stared stubbornly at the file in his hands. Here for a test, the alpha had given up his caffeine break when Greg had told him that he would rather stay in the laboratory to catch up on files.

Connor had also told him that he couldn't come to the cafe today and that they would see each other directly at practice. It had been two weeks since he started to avoid the yet unmissable date with his crush.

Glen put an elbow on the desk he was sitting in front of and rested his chin on the palm of his hand. He had a hypothesis in his head that he wanted to check. After all, he had spotted Greg's car in front of their house two weeks ago and his instincts were screaming at him that something had happened between those two. He needed to dig up more fresh information so he straightened up before speaking.

"Hey, Greg. You know, Connor is acting weird for a while now."

"Weird? What do you mean?"

"Hmm. Weird like, he keeps dazing and he sometimes starts to blush for no reason."

"Oh, really?" commented the man, unfazed.

"Yeah. Oh and he also moans your name when he jerks off."

Thud.

The folder Greg was holding fell to the ground and the sheets were scattered on the floor. The werewolf stood up, satisfied with his effects, to help the scientist pick them up. He gathered the sheets one by one in silence, glancing at Greg who was doing his best to regain control of his emotions.

"So?" Glen says after a while.. "You and Connor…" Glen resumed. "Did you fuck?"