[Possible Future][C] Clint Eastwood

His nails dragged firmly and slowly down the teen's back, leaving behind light red marks.

He tilted his head to let the lime drop onto the table before boldly leaning up to take the boy's lips in a languid kiss.

The sexual tension between them had built up during the shots and Darragh wanted to relieve it just a little.

"Wanna do another shot?" he asked huskily and he pulled away from the kiss.

Whether it was the alcohol or the fact that at the moment he simply didn't care what others thought when Darragh leaned up he pressed into the kiss.

He moaned softly in against the older man's lips as his back was scratched, his hands tangling in his hair.

Chris swallowed thickly as Darragh pulled away, his mind a little frazzled.

"Uh...yeah, sure."

"Can't put the salt in the same place twice," he purred as he laid back again.

"Gotta be creative."

Darragh relaxed against the table and gazed up at Chris with smouldering green eyes as he waited for the boy to get his frazzled mind together.

Once he pieced together what Darragh had said he nodded, pulling back a little as he pressed another piece of lime between the man's teeth.

He poured more tequila into his navel before looking over his exposed torso with a soft hum.

A small grin curled at his lips as he leaned forward again, swiping his tongue up Darragh's throat.

He put the salt on before very slowly lapping it up, tracing his tongue up the man's neck and to his jaw.

Darragh's head tilted back as he felt the boy's tongue on his throat.

Not quite as sexy as around his navel, but Darragh definitely wasn't complaining about it.

He purred softly as the salt was licked up slowly, tilting his head again to allow better access to his neck and throat. This was something ingrained into him, even though he wasn't a Wolf.

He had gotten a few Wolf traits from his father.

Chris wasn't brave enough to travel any lower when there were other people around.

Once the salt was gone he leaned down and sucked up the tequila once again, being sure to collect all of it with is tongue.

Leaning over the man he smirked softly as he looked down at him, lowering himself as he bit into the lime and sucked on it again, his nose brushing against Darragh's.

Darragh smirked around the lime when Chris smirked.

The boy looked a lot better when he was being confident. The confidence was hot.

Darragh dug a confident guy.

He purred deeply as the boy leant down for the lime, brushing his nose back against Chris' in return.

Chris took the lime and dropped it onto the table beside them, leaning down again and kissing the man deeply.

It may have been the alcohol going to his head but he felt like this was okay, his fear of judgement or rejection was fading.

Alcohol made most people braver than they really were.

Darragh returned the kiss eagerly.

His fingers stroked over the boy's back slowly as his lips parted, allowing the boy access to his mouth if he was brave enough.

Alcohol was always good at shooing away fear and cowardice.

Darragh was thoroughly enjoying braver Chris.

For someone in his sexual prime Chris hadn't done anything with a man, or woman for that matter.

He had no interest in girls and had given up on them in high school, men were unexplored territory but not he actually had someone who was hot as hell and willing.

He just hoped he didn't screw it up like Tilly had warned.

When Darragh's lips parted he let his tongue slip in tentatively as he deepened the kiss.

Darragh was more than willing to help Chris explore new territory.

He was certain Chris was legal age. Darragh had messed with people younger than him without realising and he didn't want to go through the shit that happened because of it again.

But with someone of a legal age, he'd do anything.

His fingers fisted tightly in Chris' hair.

Chris gave a soft groan in against Darragh's lips as his hair was grabbed.

His own hands stroked over the man's neck, one moving to cup his jaw as the other moved through the long strands of his hair.

He pulled away from his lips hesitantly when he realized that during the kiss he had straddled the man's body and was perched on top of him.

Darragh wasn't complaining when he was straddled.

He leaned up to kiss the boy again, pulling Chris down with him. He wanted as much from Chris as he could get right now.

His nails scraped gently down Chris' back.

He wasn't pulling away out of discomfort, though he put his words on hold as he was pulled into another kiss.

A shiver chased through him as his back was scraped, arching into it as he held back a moan.

He pulled away from his lips again but didn't wait this time.

"Do you...do you want to head upstairs?"

He asked softly, he could feel Darragh against his ass through his open jeans.

Darragh gave another crooked grin. "Yeah, I do."

He nudged Chris off him and slid off the table, adjusting his jeans a little so they didn't slide too far down.

Then he grabbed Chris' hand and dragged him towards the open patio door.

"Your room or should we make a mess on Tilly's bed just to fuck with her?"

He was surprised at the immediate response, he didn't know picking up a guy would be so easy.

Not that he was complaining in the slightest.

He got off the table and adjusted his pants a little before taking Darragh's hand.

"My room, i'll never hear the end of it if I go in her room."

Plus her room was messy as all hell, there wouldn't be enough room for the two of them in there.

"This way."

He lead, taking Darragh up the stairs and to the end of the hallway where his room was.

He could definitely imagine Tilly's bitching if they used her room to get dirty.

Not something he wanted to deal with.

So he followed Chris to his bedroom without argument.

They didn't get as far as making it into the bedroom, though. Darragh pinned Chris against the door and leaned down to kiss the boy slowly.

Chris looked up at Darragh as he was pinned against the door, he pressed back against the man and kissed him.

His hand gripped onto Darragh's hair while the other groped around for the door handle.

He wanted to get inside and on the bed as quickly as possible.

His hips ground up as he opened the door, stumbling back a little but leading Darragh toward his bed.

Darragh gave a soft, husky chuckle when they stumbled forwards.

"Careful," he warned with a little grin, holding onto the boy so they didn't stumble and fall to the ground.

The young man pulled away from Chris and moved to lay on the bed on his side. He raised an arm to gesture for Chris to come lay with him.

While Chris came to his side, he busied himself with pulling the band out of his hair and ruffling it. He pulled the band back around his wrist.

Chris gave a soft laugh, he had gotten a little over excited and nearly fallen over.

"My bad."

He muttered with a little grin.

He watched Darragh pull his hair free and ruffle it, the man looked too hot to be real.

Still he moved toward him, taking off his glasses and placing them on the side table before crawling in next to him.

Darragh leaned forwards to press little kisses to the boy's throat and jaw.

"You look cuter with glasses on," he muttered between kisses and little nips to the boy's tanned skin. Darragh had always liked the cute, studious look. So different than his own messy style.

He'd always had the fantasy of having his fun with a neatly dressed studious boy, leaving his clothes crumpled, his hair ruffled and his cheeks flushed.

But he could work with this.

Darragh swiped his tongue over a patch of Chris' throat before sucking the patch of skin firmly.

"You think so?"

He muttered as he purred, he was enjoying having his neck kissed quite a lot.

He always worried that his glasses made him look dorky, but he needed them to see so they were a necessity.

Chris gripped onto Darragh, holding the man close as he pressed up against him, his arousal grinding against his stomach.

"Mhmm."

He pressed a little kiss then a firm nip to the hickey he had just left. "Mine," he purred softly. At least for now, Chris was his. Possessiveness was a trait he got from his father.

The young man leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth, sucking it gently and rolling his tongue over it.

His hands slid down Chris' sides and the tips of his fingers pushed, just barely, under the waistband of his pants.

His hand groped out until he felt his glasses under his fingers, picking them back up and putting them onto his face with a smile as his neck was nipped at.

A shiver ran through him as Darragh purred his words, he didn't think that he was into possessive guys but that purr went straight to his crotch.

He moaned out as his nipple was lapped at, his pelvis pressing forward as he felt fingers at the band of his pants.

His own hands gripped onto Darragh's hair tightly as he squirmed under the man in arousal.

Darragh grinned at the boy when he slid his glasses back on.

Now he was going to work on ruffling the boy and making him blush hard.

The older man's hands slid into the back of his jeans, gripping at his cheeks firmly as his lips found Chris' again.

He ground himself forwards against Chris' thigh firmly.