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Creative Writing: A Fictional Narrative

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Louis sighs before hopping into the car and driving the opposite of where his house is. Deciding to push out the negative thoughts, Louis contemplates for a second before driving down Ybor city instead. There's a drag queen show today, the streets are full of laughter and drunk friends. Louis loves the vibe.
He spots a cool looking bar that looks like it's attached to a tattoo shop. What would better than getting drunk and getting a complete stranger's face tattooed on his ass? He elects to stay there the whole night, even if he hates it.
It’s dark inside with strobe lighting and electro music. There are grinding bodies, a hundred hands slipping along inner thighs on the dance floor. It’s tasteless and raunchy but he can feel the hum in his …show more content…

Before Louis can reply, a man is leaning down next to him.
“He’ll have whatever he wants, I’m paying.” His voice is deep and British.
Louis turns to look at this Casanova and is met with shocking green eyes and brown curly hair. He’s a handsome bloke, but unfortunately for him, Louis isn’t gay.
“No thanks man, I don’t swing that way.”
“How do you know if you’ve never tried it?” The man smiles cheekily.
“I think you just do.”
He leans into Louis, smirking mischievously and Louis finds himself staring at his tattoos instead of moving away.
Millimeters away from his ear, the man whispers, “I know you know pretty boy. Let me guess? You have a girl at home, you’ve known her a long time, you love her, and yet, I’m making you more excited downstairs with a few words than she has all year.”
Louis jolts at his words but still doesn’t move away, inhaling his cinnamon scent and fixating on a stray curl on his head. It’s not like he’s never thought about being with a guy, but who hasn’t? This guy needed to lay …show more content…

Don’t let your precious masculinity break because something that isn’t beer tastes better than anything you’ve had.”
“Touché.” Louis concedes, smiling for the first time tonight and taking a sip. Harry’s right, it’s delicious.
Harry smiles back somewhat childishly.
Before Louis knows it, he’s drunk. So is Harry. Louis can feel the raw energy between them, somewhat amplified by the alcohol. They talk about stupid stuff neither of them can remember. over the loud music and then Harry is pulling Louis onto the dance floor. Louis is too drunk to care.
Somewhere along the way, Harry slides a hand down Louis’ back, grabbing his ass and latching his mouth on the exposed part of Louis’ neck. They’re lost in the moment, that’s all is what Louis thinks as he grinds back on Harry’s crotch. He can feel Harry smile on his neck.
“Not so straight then huh Lou?”
“Shut up Curly” Louis snaps, reaching back to run his fingers through his hair.
Harry is shoving Louis down on one of the couches in the next minute, and it’s a good ten minutes of intense making out. Louis’ never experienced anyone who bit, licked and kissed as much as Harry.
He has a raging hard on now, and no sooner does he realize that, Harry is shoving his hands down Louis’ pants, palming at his

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