Adrian fumed down his local park's walking trail late one Saturday night. The full moon washed him in its light as he kicked a rock into the shadows. The smell of sweat and alcohol clung to his clothes, and there was a persistent ringing in his ear. Embarrassment wore itself on his face in deep shades of red. All around him were tall trees that grew denser as the path went along, and in the distance, he could see the slight shimmer of a pond.
A cool gust of wind swept by, bringing attention to the fact that his entire torso was wet with alcohol. The aftermath of having a drink 'accidentally' spilled on him was a miserable and lasting one. That deep maroon color wasn't coming out, and he reeked of cheap vodka. He couldn't manage to go home though; he didn't want to have to see himself like that yet.
"Oops, my bad," Chaz had said with a nonchalant shrug at the club not thirty minutes prior. He sat the empty glass at a nearby table and made his way back to his friend group on the dance floor, leaving Adrian's brand new shirt covered in a red stain. A heat built inside of him that must've turned his face the same shade, but stealthily snuck south as well. A few people around him stared in shock but offered nothing more than a pointed finger and whispers. He managed to get out of the building before the first tear fell. He needed somewhere to be alone, to clear his head.
The strong silence of the park was a welcome counter to the repetitive thumping of the club music. Adrian had gone numb to the cold feeling and found himself lost in a lake of his own thoughts. Feeling as if he'd never find the place he'd fit in. Completely isolated -- alienated, because this asshole, Chaz, seemed to have it out for him despite not having a legitimate reason. He balled his fists and imagined giving Chaz exactly what he deserved, but just as quickly as it rose, his anger subsided. There was something else though. A quiet rumble in the distance that almost went unnoticed. Almost.
Before he could ponder on it though, a sudden wind caught him by surprise. He shielded his face, but through his fingers, he saw a large cloud engulf the moon, leaving him in total darkness. A shiver travelled from the soles of his feet to the ends of every follicle of hair on his body. He remained frozen in place as the cloud passed by. He regained his vision.
Not too far down the path was the figure of a person leaning up against an old tree. Adrian hadn't seen them before, but something about their presence was almost magnetic. He slowly crept forward, intrigued.
As his eyes adjusted to the lighting and he got nearer, he could make out that it was a man; a stunning man dressed in all white linen. Bold choice for a night walk, but alright, thought Adrian. The man's dark hair was a slightly outgrown buzz cut. He was clean shaven with a strong jawline, but it was his eyes that stopped Adrian in his tracks. They were a rich brown that seemed both inviting, smoldering, and laser focused all at once. Adrian gulped.
The stranger smiled a knowing smile and nodded towards a fork in the path that Adrian had not previously noticed. Before he could get a word out, the man had already begun walking down said path. Adrian glanced back. No one was in sight. His heart pounded as he took his first step to follow.
He lost sight of the man as he walked the trail. The path was somewhat overgrown, twigs snapping under his feet with every step. Only a sliver of moonlight broke through to show the way. Pushing past a couple of branches, he came to a small clearing. There, the stranger was leaning against a waist-high boulder that was flat enough on top to support someone. The space was about ten feet in diameter and had a clear view of the night sky.
Already, Adrian could see a growing bulge in the stranger's pants. The moonlight bounced off of him in a way that made him glow, and as Adrian stepped closer, the man smiled a warm smile as he began to unbutton his shirt. Adrian couldn't take his eyes off of him and didn't realize that he had come within a few inches of him until he felt the man's breath on his neck. It made his own breath a bit shakier.
Adrian reached up and lightly slipped his fingers under the collar of the stranger's shirt and pushed it from his shoulders. It floated off and splayed out onto the boulder. The stranger's own fingers then met either side of Adrian's waist before lifting up his shirt, grazing his sides all the way up, leaving a trail of desire.
Only when his shirt hit the boulder did he remember that it was still soaked in alcohol. A breeze swept between them, and Adrian felt his nipples harden. The stranger looked him over with hungry eyes. His touch was gentle as he traced lines along Adrian's torso, eventually landing on his erect nipple, pinching ever so lightly. All of Adrian's attention fell between those two fingers, and he let out a deep breath he hadn't realize he'd been holding.
